YourDiapersCute

Absolutely phenomenal short story. This might be one of my favorites.

Are you planning on continuing this story if/when Jill graduates? I cant remember seeing a story that starts with the main protagonist in diapers, only for them to mature and do it to someone else, except for the episodics, like Sierra.

Emergency light test. Sorry. That's when you test the emergency lights. To do so, you need to shut off all the other lights and this is a big hazard so only safety personal can be on sight.

No, but I did wet one at work. Annual emergency light test meant no one was in the building so I padded up and used it at my desk. It was fun... Until my boss tried to be nice and dropped of snacks. I'm glad only the emergency lights were on and my onsite kept the soaked diaper from dramatically sagging.

I wore once. I knew I was leaving soon and wanted the thrill. I also knew this would be the only time I would have the courage to do it so one day when I only had a single night lecture I taped myself into a Lil Rawrs 6000 ml diaper. Driving was ok, walking down the street was a bit worse, heading to class was worse still, and I only made it halfway through class. I had already read others' experiences so I pushed the thought of getting caught out of my head, but the thrill of sitting their, bulk elivating me off my chair by a full inch with my slightly puffy crotch covered only by my jeans was too much. I literally had ringing in my ears and a hot breath as I sat there barely able to pay attention. Eventually it was too much and I got up to change. I had brought spare underwear, but where to put the unused diaper. I could have covered it with paper towels in the trash, but then I wouldn't get to fantasize about someone seeing it. Super fun, but would not do it again. All good boys and girls need to be learning in class, not being horny little things in the corner.

Never been a bedwetter and never wanted to be, but I definitely think bedwetting is hot. I'm a switch so I get turned on by all aspects of diapers, but actual loss of control seems so hot when I get to take care of that person. Cuddle them as they wake up to a mush butt. Change them as they groggily fight back for more sleep. Feeling their padding get warm as I hold them tightly. ?

It depends. If I have the day to myself, usually a few hours. If not, maybe 30 minutes before bed. I've never been able to sleep well with the bulk.

The irony as I sit here fully padded is not lost on me. Lol

Yup. My mom often tells me that my little brother wanted to be just like me. I told him only babies where diapers and within the week he was potty trained.

I'm very close with both of my parents. Both know about me and my desires. Back in the day, I thought I was slick, but something tells me they knew about my gf wearing around them. It also didn't help that my mom found my stash I had hidden in our basement. She flipped out thinking my dad was cheating on her so she was pretty released to find out it was mine. Overall, I wouldn't change the way things are. They know, but we absolutely never talk about it. I wouldn't feel comfortable sharing any of my sex life with my family to be honest. Even the more vanilla.

Absolutely amazing. You managed to make it both interesting and completely realistic, something most people fail to do when writing a story like this. I'm so excited to read more. Please keep up the great story.

Bethany is definitely someone who needs another person to lord over, even if she knows her way isn't always the most morally sound. Better to have someone she "can't" let grow up. This takes place after the epilogue, but before the Halloween update I am still working on. Thanks! It was fun to write again. Sweet revenge. Nichole, or Nikki now, was definitely one of the worst I made. I want to try an do an Amazon story where one of the supposed "adults" is cut down to size, but first comes the Halloween update to Little Conditions. Who knows. Maybe Nikki will fit right in and there will be no animus or revenge. Hehe.

I meant that mids live in my diaper dimension, just not in the settings I've laid out. There was the one in chapter one, but you'll notice a lack of them afterwards. That actually is kind of the tone I wanted to go for. So I'm glad it came through. I'm glad you liked it. Hopefully you like this too. Little Hunter Chapter 4.5: Nicole Up, forward, down, back. Up, forward, down, back. “Keep peddling, sissy. I wanna see you work those legs for me.” I smiled down at Nicole as she grunted and groaned. One of her feet in each of my hands as I gave her one of the most babyish of exercises. Her contorted face and sweaty brow wasn’t from the peddling, however. “Good girl.” She was still at the phase where the childish praise reddened her up like a tomato. Perfect. I could feel my smile nearly cracking the edges of my face as I lifted her off the baby animal printed blanket. Her arms secured safely to her sides with little proof velcro swaddler and her princess themed crawler diaper was on permanent display. “Please…” She panted heavily, “Please just let me…” “Ah, ah, ah.” I waved my finger in front of that cute, button nose. Pulling her towards my shoulder I began to run circles on her back, her distended belly pushing into my bosom, causing another uncomfortable moan from the newly shrunken little. I was pleased with the sizable contribution Miss Bethany Westfield had sent to my private account, after I had described the process of her thorn removal. A pleasantry she could more than afford, but what had shocked me was her following request. Ding, ding, ding, ding. I looked at the clock on the wall, purposely overcomplicated to make reading it difficult at best, and noticed that she was nearly a quarter hour early. Oh well. I guess Mommy will get to see the fireworks after playing with her new baby a bit. Each step I took sent a puff of powder from Nicole’s diapy. I exaggerated my steps to give her a nice bounce which turned into a full jump by the time I reached the opaque glass door. I readied myself for my treat as I turned my little “sissy” towards the door. Opening it wide I felt my heart swoon as I bathed in the shocked expression Nicole had at the sight of her former employer. “Miss Westfield!?!” Her eyes were wide like saucers and her mouth was the perfect “O” that just begged to have a pacifier plopped in. In fact… “Ma’am, please, you have to… MMH!” She struggled in my grip while I pushed twice on the button of her paci, inflating it enough to just ache, but not hurt. “That’s better. Now, Miss Westfield, please come in and make yourself comfortable.” Time for the show. Apparently, Miss Westfield shared my joy of theatrics. What better way to break a new little in than getting to play pretend with their new Mommy? “Actually…” I turned to see her pause by the door. Her face seemed hesitant, besides the glimmer in her eyes. “I’ll be in, in a minute. I have a little one out in the car that needs fetching.” “Of course.” I waved her off. Of course, not of course! She was supposed to leave her little at home! Selling her as a sympathetic savior just got a whole lot harder. Sending her pictures of little Nicole all wrapped up in a thick nappy and poofy dress had caused the business mogul to motherly swoon. I had offered a complete mind wipe and relocation out of country for the girl, but Bethany had insisted on neither. Instead she wanted Nicole close to her and with full faculties. I had protested at first, but the customer gets what the customer wants, especially one who had all the cards she could want at her disposal, including my father’s. It had been my idea to sell Nicole’s freedom to her saintly former employer who would look, in vain, for a way to reverse what I had done. That way Nicole would be well into her new life when she realized its permanence. However, another little was a mirror, one that I wanted to hide at least for now. My thoughts of what should be and what is were cut short by whining coming from the source of my consternation. “Please, mommy. I can’t hold it much longer.” “Sara, dear. You have to be patient. A big girl could hold it. Susan?” I breathed deeply before walking over to the bouncer I had set up in the living room. I opted to not set it in motion, but knew the occupant was close to breaking without it. Turning back to the front foyer, I greeted both the woman and little in front of me. Gone was any attempt to hide what was happening. From my estimation, the little holding her overall covered crotch had minutes to spare before some more absorbent padding would be necessary. “Yes, Bethany?” Might as well continue with the first name basis. “I know that this might be a bit of an ask…” “Hurry.” The girl whined as she twisted back and forth. A swift “wap” on her denim heiny caused a yelp followed by a bent over clamp down. “Hush, Sara. I’m sorry about her. We are still working on manners.” “Of course. Now, about this request?” Bethany smiled, clearly enjoying the squirming our polite conversation was causing. “Do you have a training potty? My little girl is trying to be a big girl for Mommy today. I told her it was a long ride, but littles never seem to listen.” Oh, to watch her wet herself now would be a fun little appetizer, but best not to rock the boat to early. “Right this way.” I lead the two to the kitchen pantry where the mostly unused training potty was stored with the cleaning supplies. If a little was ever given a chance to use it in my house (a truly grand, but often baited, reward) they would do so on a surface that was easily cleaned. The cold tiles on their little feet were just an added detriment. The girl rushed past her mommy desperate for relief and as I set down the little purple potty with it’s princess crown adorned back and cushy removable seat with belt straps, she desperately clawed at the buckles holding her outfit on. “Come on, please come off.” The tears in the little’s eyes began to spill over. Any second now. I shared a knowing smile with Bethany, but to my surprise, the woman bent down to release what had to be the little tamper proof clothing. “Here you go baby. Now can you pull your padded panties down yourself, or do you need more help.” Without wasting a breath the little yanked down the loose overalls to reveal none other than pullups. Daring move. One that nearly backfired on her. What’s her angle, putting a little in pull ups? Surely the breakdown stage is over. From what I’ve seen, any little Bethany has must have been with her for years. The little pushed the thin padding down to her ankles in one swoop and then slammed down onto the seat. The immediate hiss of urine hitting the bowl and sigh of relief was bittersweet. Little desperation is intoxicating, but pales in comparison to the embarrassment of using more appropriate means of catching their baby messies. I leaned over to the smiling woman and whispered my complaint, “This wasn’t what we had discussed. I thought you were leaving her with your brother.” “Things with Hector are…” Looking over Bethany must have realized who she was talking to, “None of your concern.” Trying to diffuse the tension I put my hands up, “Fair, fair. I’m just concerned with optics for your new family member.” Bethany waved her hand. Looking down at… Sara? She pointed down to the little, “Nicole already knows Sarah. In fact, she was babysitting for me just recently.” “So Sara is a recent adoptee, maybe from Nicole’s daycare?” Shaking her head Bethany spoke up, loud enough for Sara to hear, “No, I adopted Sara years ago, but recently she has convinced me to loosen the reins a bit. She wants to be a big girl.” Oh great. Big business woman with a conscience. After all I’ve done, for this job. Loose ends won’t do. “You know that Nicole can never be like that, right?” Bethany shivered at my words, breaking out into a big dopey smile. “I know. Isn’t it great?” As she looked to me with nearly glassed over eyes, looking for affirmation, I realised I had nothing to worry about. “No empty nesting for you.” “Exactly!” “Are we still going with the savior bit?” It would be a shame not to get to. “Of course.” Leaning down the woman quickly pulled the padding up on the Sara before refastening the buckles. Heading back into the living room I noticed the beads of sweat on Nicoles forehead had trapped her auburn hair to the sides of her face. Can’t be long now. I sat down with an exaggerated huff, motioning for Bethany to take a seat on the couch opposite me with the coffee table between us. I had set out wine glasses with a moderate red waiting to be opened for our celebration. Bethany didn’t seem to take note as she lifted Sara up and plopped the little down with a warning to be quiet while the adults spoke. “Now, Miss Westfield. I can’t say I’m surprised someone of your influence was able to find me, but I am surprised that you would be interested in my little.” “Well, last time I saw her, she wasn’t so little.” The relief on Nicole’s face was evident. Her little mind was working overtime and had apparently locked on to story we were trying to spin her. “Last time I saw her she was adult size and telling me that she would fix her screw ups like someone her size should.” Bethany spared a glare that shrunk the girl back into the seat of her bouncer. “I have no idea what you are talking about. Littles are always little.” “Riiiight.” Bethany gave an deep exhale before continuing, “How much?” “How much is a little worth to you?” “Competent adults are worth everything.” I scoffed, “Does she look like either right now?” “Mhm! MMMMH!” Nicole shook in her bonds. She was so close to freedom. Her benevolent boss was here to take her away from the evil big sister. She was desperate, in more ways than one. I could guess that the only thing between us and the messy diaper I had been anticipating was the bottom plug I had firmly resting between those cute little cheeks of hers. All that thirsty padding soaking up the salty results of her struggles. The suppository, caster oil, and full days worth of high fiber meals were churning away with no way out. Nicole wouldn’t be able to see the flaws in our little show, so long as her own was barely kept at bay. “Looks like Baby has something to say.” I sauntered over and unstrapped the girl before deftly reaching underneath and picking her up by the thickly diapered bottom. As I reached down, I was also feeling for the valve attached to the back of her diaper. I silently twisted and squeezed causing the air to quietly release. Tick tock. Tick tock. The pacifier gagged girl struggled for a second before seeing where I was taking her. I let her drop just a bit as I plopped her down onto Bethany’s lap. Looking up for a second, Nicole turned red before gazing downward. Bethany smiled at me, before depressing the button on the soother and allowing it to drop from the girls mouth, however she made no move to free the girl’s arms. “Nicole.” Her sharp tone got the girl’s attention. “What happened to you?” Wide eyed, Nicole spun her body towards me before groaning and nearly doubling over, “Her! She put me in some kind of machine! She shrank me and kidnapped me. Please, Miss Westfield, you have to save me!” “Did you find the person I sent you for?” “What? No, I was… she stopped me from…” “You’ve been gone for weeks. How long have you been here?” I decided to chirp up. Poor girl has had quite the time here, not that she would be able to tell she had been here for around five days, three at my parents. “I’ve had her for about half a week.” “No! No, she’s lying.” All three on the couch looked to me and I returned with a shrug. “Please, you have to believe me. This bitch is crazy.” Bethany slappped her exposed thigh, “Nicole! You should know better than to use that kind of language in front of Sara.” Nicole squirmed once again, trying to move her arms, probably to mess with her diapy like a naughty thing. “I’m… I’m sorry. I just…” “It’s okay. Now, why are you dressed like this?” “I’d rather not have my furniture ruined by an immature brat.” She turned to me with venom in her eyes. If she could turn a darker shade of red, I’m sure she would. The tears in her eyes were forming nicely and the cracks in her voice became more obvious. “No. She’s keeping me hostage, treating me like a little!” “Treating you like a little?” The relief was evident in her nervous laugh, “YES! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. She’s…” “But you’re an amazon, right? “Yes, but…” Bethany grabbed onto the velcroed arms of the swaddler, “Then you should have no trouble getting out of this.” “What?” I reached down and rubbed the hair out of her face, “That’s a little’s swaddler, for littles. Even an Amazon toddler would be able to get out of that.” Nicole’s eyes went wide before scowling at me, “No. NO! That’s not true. You put me in here to…” Her whole body shook in denial before the very rude sound of gas came muffled from her diapered rear. Bethany feigned shock well, “Nicole! Excuse yourself.” Caught between two giant adult woman, Nicole was right where I had wanted to guide her. Losing time, losing confidence, losing hope, losing composure, and losing the fight with her own bodily functions. Her desperation was palpable. I had seen it countless times, yet it never got old. I could feel my own breath becoming heavy. My face felt flush and I’m sure that my pupils must be twice their normal size by now. “What. I’m… sorry. Excuse me, but wait, I need…” Bethany looked to me, “She doesn’t USE these things does she?” “Oh, she’s been using them like a proper little. No prompting whatsoever. Just fills her pants like a naughty little thing.” “That’s not true! She’s lying!” The girl could no longer straighten her back. Too caught between defending herself and holding back the sludge in her backside. Bethany quickly grabbed Nicole around her waist, probably giving just the faintest squeeze as she stood up, “Either way I’m sure that the diaper is unness…” The room was filled with the sound and smell of Nicole completely losing control. She cried out, tears freely streaming down her face as the diaper below her ballooned out. It was a completely unique spectacle for myself watching someone else holding a little I had primed for diaper explosion. I watched as lump after lump pushed out against the padding. Her twin orbs of cushiony buttox were joined by a third larger mound as the crawler diaper was forced out and then down with the weight of her stinky mess. Unable to move her arms, all Nicole could do was stiffen her legs as she forced out wave after wave of poop into her diaper. I stood transfixed as I watched the formerly pristine padding take on the faint earthy tones of a thoroughly messed little. Apparently, this was just the beginning though. To my shock and amusement, a trickling hiss could be heard as Nicole let it all out. No longer content to just humiliate herself with just pooping her pants like a failed toddler, the crying girl was now wetting herself. The padding expanded to absorb the pee giving her the perfect, bow legged, thoroughly used, iconic diaper. I could not have been more proud of my little sissy! “Nicole!” Between the gasps for air and sobs Nicole continued to try a plead her case, “Please! I’m sowwy. It wabn’t my fawlt! She ma… made me do it. Hic.” “Made you pee yourself? Made you poop yourself?” “YES!” Nicole was caught between looking anywhere other than Bethany and down at her now swollen padding. “Sara!” The little who at this point had been more than happy watching the show was now cowering from her Mommy’s stern tone. Something I’m sure she had gotten plenty used to. “YES? Um… yes, Mommy?” “When you have to go potty. What do you do?” “I errr… tell you that I have to go?” “Right. Good girl.” Turning her attention to the mess of a little in her arms, Bethany scowled at Nicole, “Did you ask?” “I TRIED!” “Oh you tried did you?” Bethany quickly sat back down, putting Nicole over her knee with her poopy diaper pointed up towards Sara and myself. Oh my. What a professional. If she wasn’t a customer, I’m sure we would make great friends. I quickly looked around. Bethany had been quite clear that all recording devices were to be shut off. While understandable, I couldn’t help but sigh wistfully at the nanny cams positioned in three of the corners of my L shaped living room. I would just have to enjoy this at the moment. “What do you think you’re doing?” All authority was lacking as the little lay completely restrained over her former bosses lap, saturated diaper on display. “Ask to use the potty.” “What?” SMACK “Ask. To use. The potty.” Nicole let out a yelp as her padding squelched under her bottom, spreading the mess and pressing into her (recently warmed and primed) tooshy. “What are you… stop!” SMACK “So what you said was a lie?” SMACK Nicole was frantic. Desperately trying to wiggle off Bethany’s lap. “What? No. I don’t understand!” “You said you tried to tell us that you needed to potty before you pooped and peed in your diaper right in front of me without so much as a word.” “No! I was… you were asking me and I was trying to, but you weren’t…” SMACK “And now you can’t even form proper sentences.” SMACK “And you expect me to see you as an adult?” SMACK “You let littles under your care go,” SMACK “you tell me that you will handle the situation like a proper adult,” SMACK “you don’t contact me for weeks,” SMACK “and I find you acting like a little, filling your diapers at some woman’s house.” SMACK SMACK SMACK Nicole was in hysterics. Spanking a little was easy. Spanking a little in a diaper was a little bit more difficult. But giving a proper spanking, when the little is in a crawler diaper that had been fully used, and still getting the sweet spots on the thigh and exposed bottom, took talent. Oh, no. Looks like the savior is gone. Time for big sissy to give little baby Nicole a sweet goodbye. I looked towards Sara. Gotta show the new big sister who’s better. “Bethany.” The woman looked up, smile on her face. I’m not the only one thoroughly enjoying the show. “Yes, Susan?” “If I may?” Reaching out my hands I picked up the bawling girl and held her close to her chest, “Nicole here is just like so many other littles I’ve dealt with.” From between her chest Nicole called out, “Wuh?” “Mhm! That’s right Nicole! I know that you secretly love your diapies!” “NO!” “Yuppers. The wet warm padding pushing against her princess parts. The squishy mess against your bum bum. You just love your diapies.” “No. I… hic… don’t!” “She should prove it.” All eyes turned to Sara on the couch. She wore both a frown and a smile as she glared up at Nicole. “Prove you don’t like your diapies, baby Nikki.” The tongue sticking out at the end was a bit childish, but I was impressed, and apparently so was Bethany. “You’re right, honey. Now, what’s the game Mommy always played with you when you said you hated your diapies?” Sara’s face went red, but she just managed to keep her smirk, “Horsy Time.” “That’s right. Horsy Time. Such a smart, big girl I have.” Bethany affectionately patted her daughter’s head before turning back to Nicole with arms outstretched, “Come here Nicole. I’ve got Mister Horsy right here.” She said as she patted her knee. The faintest, “No” came from the little’s parted lips, before I pulled her away. “Bethany, no need to get your knee all dirty with a blown out nappy.” I brought my face close to the terrified girl. With my smile wide and my eyes narrowed I felt like the wolf ready to gobble up the little rabbit. “I’ve got a real Horsy up in Nicole’s nursery.” Nicole choked a sob as I handed her off to her soon to be new Mommy. Hurrying up the stairs I could hear the honeyed words Bethany was whispering to the little girl. Stopping by the nursery I grabbed the rocking horse I had custom made along with a little vibrating bullet. Taking a second I also decided that a quick and “dirty” show would be better than a prolonged one. It only took a minute once I was downstairs to put Nicole’s new toy safely in her diapy after it’s liberal coating of stimulating jelly. The swollen padding was already pushing into her nethers, so the egg shaped bullet fit perfectly between the pee soaked diaper and her puffy lips. I had starved her since coming here from any form of release, so the jelly wasn’t strictly necessary… but if you can’t have a little fun at work, why bother? Next came strapping the girl onto the horse. Since she didn’t have access to her arms or hands, I made extra sure that the strap holding her hips down to the seat was extra snug. I could feel her sink into the padding and mess below as she mewled in disgust. Finally, she was all set and ready for our show. “Please…” She pleaded, “Please just let me go. Miss Westfield, I’ll do anything!” She was broken, she just didn’t know it, yet. Bethany knelt down so that she was face to face with the girl. “Anything?” A spark of hope, “Anything!” Bethany straightened up. “Good, I expect you to stand by that.” Nicole sighed in relief, smiling up at her last hope. “Buuuut.” Her smile began to falter. “I run a respectable business.” Eyes wide in terror. “I can’t have an Amazon that enjoys soiled diapers working for me like some kind of little.” “I don’t.” “Oh I believe you.” “Then, why don’t you…” “But a valid concern has been raised.” “But I…” “If you had asked to use the potty, we wouldn’t be here, but here we are, and there you are in a pooped in, full diaper.” “I already told you…” “Yes, yes. You tried to tell us. Either way.” Bethany pushed the rocking horse back causing the armless girl to bend forward to stay balanced, lifting her padded rear ever so slightly. “So if you can last, saaaaay, fifteen minutes.” Bethany nodded towards me. Taking the cue, I turned the bullet on remotely. The sound was muffled, but the vibrations were clear and the gasp Nicole let out was even clearer. Pulling the horse forward, Bethany watched as Nicole grimaced. Having to right herself again, she leaned back, squelching the full poopy padding strapped to her butt against the plastic molded seat of Mr. Horsy. “If you make cummies in your diapy before your time is up, then we will have to discuss our relationship further.” “Ewww. Oh.” The poor girl could barely keep up. The jelly had probably already taken the desired effect and her engorged folds would already be slick with her juices. Between the pleasure of the vibrator and the disgust at the mess in her pants, the rocking motion was creating a symphony of heightened emotions in the girl. Bethany reclined to her seat on the couch next to Sara, continuing to push the rocking horse. I sat back down by myself and enjoyed the show in the periphery. Bethany wasn’t happy with just humiliating the girl like this, however. Instead she decided to learn all she could about the babyish acts Nicole had been doing under my care. Every mess, every diaper change, every single moment I had reduced her to the status she had brought so many to under her care. At first she had denied it all. Claiming I forced her, but over time, her protests became fewer and far between. She was desperate to hold back the last of her messes from joining the soiled padding below. The smell of used diaper wafted out as she was rocked back and forth. Sara was a quiet little angel as the grown ups talked. Too fascinated with the humiliation in front of her to utter so much as a peep. She relished in the torment of her former babysitter. Her own status, now obviously higher than her former guardian. Maybe there was something here. Using a higher status toddler little to further humiliate the baby. The taste is new to me, but I think I may come to enjoy this. Maybe I could… My thoughts were interrupted by the desperate moan Nicole was emmitting, “AAAh! Please! Please stop! How much longer? Please!” Bethany stood up and looked up at the clock before frowning at me. I tapped my wrist as though I had a watch and signaled that the poor girl still had five more minutes. Bethany smiled, “Poor girl can’t even read the clock?” “No, the clock. There’s something wrong with it. Ahhhooooh.” She was resisting so well. Just a few more pumps. “That’s ok, love. I’ll count down for you. 30, 29, 28, 27, 26…” And down from thirty she counted. My smile grew with each number, fully understanding what she was doing. Some might consider it cruel, but like all other messes, littles shouldn’t hold it it. They’ll just hurt themselves, the silly things. “5, 4, 3, 2, aaaaaaaaaand 1. Yay!” We all raised our hands and cheered, like you would when a child does something all around mundane, but age appropriately praiseworthy. Flushed cheeks, panting, and with a dopey grin on her face, Nicole looked up to Bethany who continued to rock her back and forth. Back and forth. Confusion crossed the littles brow. “Wait. Wut…” “It’s okay now, little Nikki. Cum now. You can do it. Cum now.” The panting grew even heavier, “No… I uh… don’t…” Bethany reached down and pushed the front padding deeper into Nikki. I watched the girl as a bit of drool dripped past her bottom lip. She gasped as the thick hand pushed the swollen padding back and forth across her privates. “I… just… I…” She was looking up, holding her breath, waiting for the orgasm to build. Her eyes rolled back and little baby Nikki let out a haughty, “Ahhhhhhh….mmmmmm.” as she came in her soiled diaper. The visual, the smell, the sound of a little fully sent back to infancy. It was perfect. At the whims of her new mommy no less. What a perfect display. All that’s left is the aftercare. I walked over and joined Bethany in praising the new baby, “Good girl. I’m so proud. You came so hard in your poopy diaper you love so much.” Her eyes were glassy and far off, but she still fought back, “What. No I… I made it.” Bethany joined in, “That’s right baby. You made cummies.” Shaking her head, Nikki looked up at Bethany, “No, I made the fifteen minutes.” I patted her small confused noggin, “By my estimation, you only lasted 12 minutes, squirt.” “What? No! You counted down, you said it was alright.” “Look who’s a smart girl. You’re right, Mommy did count down. But that was just til Mommy wanted you to make squirties in your diapy.” “No, wait. Mommy?” “That’s right, sweety. Say, ‘Thank you Mommy for letting me make cummies in my dirty diaper’. Go on, Nikki.” The tears were back now as she softly whispered her denial. I piped up as I handed Bethany the inflatable pacifier, “To be honest, I think you were a bit too kind. I’m not sure there’s an adult out there that would cum in a dirty diaper, no matter how long you put them on a rocking horse. Sounds like something a diaper loving baby would do. Isn’t it great, Nikki.” “Huh.” The look in her eyes was far off as Bethany slid the pacifier in, not even bothering to pump it up more than once. “You found a Mommy who will let you make cummies in the messy stinky nappies you love.”

That's a really good point. My stories don't include mids because of geographical conditions, but travel is always an option. Thanks for the idea.

I'm glad you enjoyed it. Life has been hectic for me and I've wanted to write more, but never had the time. I do intend for this story to continue, but later. As far as the key, it was used in chapter 70 toward the end. As far as where it is now... I've got plans for it. I think you're the first person to catch that. Also check out my other story Little Hunter. It ties in with this one slightly.

No problem. I do plan on writing more to this story. Life's gotten super busy lately and finding time to write is difficult. Thanks for taking the time to read my story!

Great pacing. Can't wait to see his reaction.

Quite the little horror story here. Can't wait to see the end.

Slowly becoming one of my favorite stories on this board. Always excited to see a new chapter.

A: Oh. That's easy. Up until this point my family knew when I would be sending Tiffany, and more recently Ava, to daycare. Family business and all. While Bethany had some control over the old little only nursery, I knew the girls were somewhat more safe than some of the other daycares my siblings would approve of. If I had sent the girls to a mixed daycare not under the family's influence, then I would have had to explain to my siblings why I did so. It may sound counter intuitive, but daycares that cater specifically to littles around here are vastly worse for them then a mixed daycare. At a mixed daycare Ava and Tiffany will be able to play with Amazon children's toys which are much more stipulating than the infant toys present at most Little only daycares. Now that my parenting methods are an open secret amongst the Westfield households, there's no reason to keep the girls bored at the old daycare.

Hector Okay. It's good to see that whatever was said last time apparently inspired some more questions. Looks, like its more focused on my family than the others this time. (Only a little proud of that.) What can I say other than my girls are obviously above and beyond the pale. Q: How did you find out Tiffany snuck the tube of Little Helpers down Ava's diaper? A: The feeling of something hard in Ava's diaper was kind of an obvious sign. I try to feign ignorance for these kind of activities because I believe it provides better inspiration for both of them to solve problems. I know what they are doing is dangerous, but it's a father's job to protect his children, even from the consequences of their actions. So long as they don't get in too deep, I don't mind turning a blind eye once in a while. Maybe they should think of somewhere else to hide things, however. Concidering that I am constantly checking their padding. Thank you for the question. I hope that my answer was satisfactory. Tiffany: Wow. That's a bit more than last time. They also came in the same format so maybe its the same person asking this time? Hopefully whatever this accomplishes will be worth it. I trust Daddy, but maybe answering questions to someone online that we don't know isn't the best thing... Q:What's your favorite Disney movie now that you've seen a bunch with Ava? A: Thank god this isn't shown to the others. I mentioned that I liked The Little Mermaid after the first time watching it and Ava KEPT PLAYING IT. She seems obsessed with getting me to like these movies. For someone who claims to be fully grown, I don't get why she would rather watch these movies and shows with only littles rather than something more adult. Daddy even gave her the same access to the T.V. as me a few weeks ago. Also, I can't remember if this was Disney or not... but I kind of really liked the Toy Story movies. I even dusted some of my old toys and stuffed animals afterwards because... I don't know. The idea of toys watching over you and appreciating you caring for them was nice. I kind of want a Lotso bear now... Q: What's the cutest moment you shared with your sister? A: I feel like I've already kind of answered this one, but if I had to pick another found memory, it's probably whenever we are picked up from Daycare. She's either trying to be a big girl, or loving every second of attention from Daddy. Us both being in his arms feels right. I didn't expect to ever have a sister, especially with how Daddy is, but being carried around with one arm with Ava in the other feels more natural now. Q: What do you hate most about your sister? A: Her temper. Not hard to hate when she blows a gasket over the smallest things. Q: What's your favorite baby outfit? A: I personally love my fuzzy sleepers. I have one in the winter that is white and grey with a pocket on the tummy! I don't mind baby days so much when I get to wear that one and just snooze through the afternoon. We also have a heated blanket that Daddy brings out for extra cold nights that he lays me down on top of to play. I always end up just completely out cold after a few minutes. Well that does it for me. Personally, I'd rather talk about more important things, like how we can get more littles free from forced captivity, but if this gets attention, I guess I'll keep going. Ava: Oh I see how it is. Tiffany gets more questions than me this time. Well maybe I'll just keep it short and sweet this time since my opinion is so much less appreciated. Q: What's the cutest moment you shared with your sister? A: Not totally proud of this, but I was mad, ok? And Tiffany had given me some really bad advice and I was wet and miserable and stuck with her in the crib for another frikken baby night. Well I wanted some payback and was trying to get her to eat one of those constipation pills she has. (Fun fact. Those things suck when you haven't been drugged already). Well she must have been having a good dream or something, cause I'm partway through getting the thing past her lips and she just reaches out and grabs me. I might have pissed myself on the spot if I wasn't already on E. Well she grabs me and brings me in for a tight hug and starts snuggling me and muttering my name. I tried to get away at first... but she was warm and cuddly and I wanted some love I guess. Yeah. So that's her cutest. Q: What do you hate most about your sister? A: I plead the fifth. Or whatever the equivalent is here. Tiffany gets on my nerves sometimes, but she's a good sister. Q: What's your favorite baby outfit? A: What? You wanna see my booty in some cute ruffles? Hah! One of the only upsides to this whole baby thing is that my skin has absolutely never been smoother. On the flipside, falling on a playgrounds... ground aint super fun. So Hector got me these overalls that stop right below the knee, so not quiet shortalls. Anyway. The hold everything in place, look cute with no stupid words on the front bib, and protect my knees. I wasn't super active back in my old dimension, but here, its kind of nice running around on a jungle gym sized for adults. Gotta build dat body! Okay, that's it for me. Thanks for the questions. It was fun, I guess. Not sure if we are doing this again. Tiffany definitely seems to hate the whole thing for some reason. If we do, send me the most questions. Got it!?! Hope you all enjoyed.

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Chapter 4: Nicole The warm water and citrus bath bomb worked together to soothe my woes away. She had been so defiant, so boistruss: but little Jessica was now far, far away. What has this world come to? Everyone is so pampered by same day delivery, endless online catalogues, and a smooth working delivery complex. Some rich prick who owns such and such hypnosis brand wanted his new little shipped out before I even had a proper chance to break her in. First thing I was planning on doing was getting rid of those ridiculous highlights. My baby girl was going to have all natural hair that I would spend hours combing and braiding as I waited for her soapy enema to clean her insides out. The bastard also wanted all the equipment in the faux nursery, so you can guess who had to package it all up! At least the money was good, but this kind of stuff is outside of basic etiquette! I should have at least gotten first crack at that naughty little thing’s heiny. My poor muscles and recently cleaned face sank deeper into the rejuvenating bath and I made a mental checklist of the apartment. Everything had been cleaned, all my stuff properly packed, and the front desk paid in full. The dull thoughts brought me even closer to the comfortable abyss that was a bathtime nap when my phone’s ringtone violently ripped me from the darkness’s ministrations. “Who is it?” The electronic voice called out, “It is your father. Do you want to accept or decline the call?” “Accept.” “One moment.” International calls were such a hassle. Having things screened for robotic hypnosis calls was a waste of time. What proper little is even answering the phone? Not a good little who has been taught not to talk to strangers, that’s for sure. After a few moments a chime indicated that we were connected. The tone I knew from my very earliest greeted me, “Hey Susan. How are you? Not a bad time, right? I don’t hear any distressed calls from a little you’re torturing?” Tch! Someones in a foul mood already. I smiled in both expression and I hoped tone, “No, no. Just taking a bath. I’d ask if you were calling from a changing table, but I don’t hear Mom humming or the ripping of tapes. Hopefully you can stay clean enough to last the entire call.” “Was that really necessary?” “You started it.” I reminded him. “You know, I just finished moving a friend out of their apartment and I’m relaxing in the bath. I’ll give you a call back when…” “Hold on! Hold on.” He quickly tried to right the nearly sunk conversation. “I’m sorry for my earlier comment. That wasn’t fair. Especially when I have a favor to ask.” “I accept your apology.” Deciding that a little gloating was in order, I tacked on, “Now if we can just work on your potty training you’ll be a full adult.” “...” The silence on the other end was both confirmation that I had indeed pissed my father off, and that he was also desperate. Our arguments were famous and if he was biting his tongue, it must be serious. “So this favor…” I coaxed. “Right. So one of my covers was blown.” Heh. Covers. My dad, the chemist, is now playing the secret agent. Maybe he needs a dead drop, or for me to meet him in an underground parking lot with a file of his next target. Instantly my mind flipped to Christmas. Maybe some secret agent gag gifts were in order. Black covert diapers, a rattle with a hidden compartment, or a pacifier with a hidden microphone. The irony got a small chuckle out of me. “What’s so funny.” “Oh, never mind me. Go back to your cover being blown. Do you need me to wipe your hard drive or provide you with a getaway car?” “Please.” The derision was dripping from the speaker. “I’m smarter than linking any aliases I create to my actual person.” “I’m still waiting for this favor.” Honestly, this is not what I need right now. I got out of the now ruined bath and began to dry myself off. “I’ll get to that, but first you need to understand what happened.” Towel wrapped around my waist I headed out to the main apartment living room. I clicked on the electric fireplace and listened to what was the most absurd ramblings I had ever heard from my father. Apparently sending his Little Helpers out to regular distributors was not gonna pan out the way he wanted. Too easily traceable and if even one of them blabbed, then the whole thing would go down in flames. So instead, he would just be the manufacturing and distribution. Set up fake covers in different cities and route packages through dead drops and then mail them out across the country. College students were notoriously in need of quick cash. All he had to do was pretend to be a delivery service. Pay some kid enough to finance his weekend partying and he’s willing to look the other way when they pick up a package at the post office, print a new shipping label my dad sends them, and then ship it right back out. Worst case scenario, someone figures out the kid is sending way too many packages to be reasonable, given their situation. Well, then they are just tracking the package back to another college kid. Dad would send the packages back and forth across the country a handful of times before actually sending them to whoever he thought needed them. His schemes were always questionable, but this… this was taking it a bit far. I decided to once again, voice my concerns about his business, “You know, if what you were doing was so righteous, you wouldn’t have to be doing all this.” “Oh, like the Amazon lead government would ever accept a little that defends themself against all the traps those giant kidnappers use to take littles. They wouldn’t even accept that a little like me could even develop these pills!” “Does Mom know what you’re doing?” She always did, to some degree, but I doubt this new packaging scheme was something she approved. “... Your mother already knows.” “So you wouldn’t mind if I conferenced her in, right?” I began pulling up her details when dad tried to backpedal. “Wait! You know she doesn’t like to be directly involved in my business.” “That’s ok. It’s been a while since I talked to her. I’m sure Mom would love to have a family call.” “I’M IN DEEP WITH THE WESTFIELDS.” That gave me pause. “Westfield?” “Yes.” “As in the very same Westfields that run Westfield’s Robotics; the company with literal ties to everything from factory line software to childrens’ toys?” “Yes, them!” I felt a shadow fall across my face as I leaned forward. I could feel the ice of my own voice. “What. Did you. Do?” “...” “Dad! Mom could lose her job. What the hell did you do to get involved with that family?” The Westfields were practically royalty, and like proper dukes and duchesses the kids ran the gamut from fiercely corporate, to questionably corrupt, to social no shows. The mother had just passed and it was damn near a national day of mourning. She had retired years ago to a quaint little townhouse when her husband passed. The newspapers had lauded her as some kind of saint, giving up the glam a glory of her societal status, but then word of her adopting a portal little got out, it was all the intellectually daft could gossip about. Wait a minute. Portal little. “Jesus dad! Don’t tell me you did something with that portal little the news has been going on about.” All kinds of horrors jumped into my mind. He was a chemist, but that didn’t stop his delusions of being a mad science. His most recent research into nanotech and its applications with his field was already terrifying, but if he got into portals… “No. No. I didn’t do anything with the portal girl.” I breathed a sigh of relief, “Oh thank god.” “I may have sold some of my product to her sister though.” The line was silent. I was silent. The crackle of the fake fire was the only sound I heard for the minute it took to wrap my mind around the absolute idiocy my father had just told me. “Listen. It’s not that bad.” “You gave Little Helpers to the regressed little of one of the most powerful men in the entire country? One who is part of the very same family that every single member has regressed someone who looks a lot like you? How ‘not that bad’ could this possibly be?” “She isn’t regressed! She’s fully there and, get this, her daddy is faking the whole thing so that she can live in a somewhat free way. He even prevented her adoption from another amazon.” “Wait.” I was trying to remember the whole thing. The queen bee had died and that left the middle child… Henry? As the new guardian for the portal little. “Henry Westfield is a secret little advocate?” “Hector. But yes.” Holy shit. This is… huge. Westfield robotics wasn’t strictly in the business of little regression. It’s just that their tech was used in damn near everything. So of course they had been targeted by little activist groups intermittently. Years back their headquarters was one of the places the group L.A.F.R (Littles Against Forced Regression) had staged protests, before they were labelled a terrorist group. If the black sheep of the family whose name was plastered on that business was a little freedom sympathiser… well their stocks tanking was far from the worst case scenario. The whole empire could fall, or at least the section that dealt with little goods, a not so insignificant piece. “So then he’s ok with it. There’s no problem?” That still didn’t answer his whole issue with his cover. “Well the oldest also found out. Bethany. Apparently her and some nanny twat figured it out and burned one of the fake sellers I made.” “I thought you said they couldn’t be linked back to you.” “They can’t… by a normal person or even a police department.” “But with the Westfields…” “They have all the money and influence they would need to trace it back to me.” The grim reality set it. I ran through a list of solutions in my head. Running was the best bet. With the money from my most recent jobs, I could easily find a new home, but where could I find one without extradition laws that would also allow Mom to come? “Are you packed and ready to go? We gotta find someplace you guys can go. I can set up a house in…” “That’s not all.” I snapped, “Fuck, Dad! Stop beating around the bush and tell me. Go get Mom and let’s figure this all out, but stop hiding the whole picture from me.” “You’re mother and I will be fine. I struck a deal with the Westfields.” I sat back down. “What kind of deal?” “The fact that I know the family's dirty little secret puts a target on my back.” “They are afraid you’ll blackmail them.” “Correct. But Hector has already shown that he’s not one to take action against what his daughters do, even buying from me.” “So then the oldest daughter…” “Bethany.” He filled in the blank. “Right. So then, Bethany needs some insurance that you won’t come out with this information.” “Right, but it also means one other person needs to be dealt with.” Thinking back to his story, there was only one other person. “The nanny?” “Exactly.” “Wait, you’re not gonna…” I let the morbid thought hang in the air. “No. No. Nothing like that.” He reassured me. “But she does need to be taken care of.” “Okay?” “You know. Someone needs to take caaaare of her.” The hell is he talking about? “Dad spit it out.” “... So Bethany gave me the details and the access to a machine that can… shrink someone.” Shrinking technology is rare, but for the Westfields… not completely out of reach. But what do they… “No.” My response was firm. “Listen, Susan.” His voice dipped and ebbed. He was trying to cajole me. Something we both knew was a losing game. “It’s either you or I have to hire someone else.” “I am not doing this.” “I don’t want to hire someone who doesn’t know the whole situation. That would be too messy and I am certainly not letting anyone outside of us know just what got me into this situation.” “Dad!” “What?” I felt the anger boiling up in my chest, “All these years. You disapprove of me and my business.” “Susan, I…” He tried to cut me off, but I did the same to him. “And now you have the audacity to not only ask me to do the thing that YOU condemned, but you want me to do it to a full grown woman.” “The littles you take…” “Are BABIES! They don’t have the height, maturity, or intelligence to keep up with adults. This is a full grown adult woman whose only crime was finding out things she shouldn’t because of YOU.” I felt my voice rising. Hopefully the neighboring apartments didn’t hear, but I was too furious to hold it in. “How DARE you. What? You think because it helps you out now, you can have your daughter just disappear a fully capable woman? If you think I would ever agree to shrinking and regressing an Amazon, then you don’t understand what I do at all.” I hung up. It felt right… and then it felt wrong. I felt rage, betrayal, and a pain in my chest as I paced back and forth on the wood flooring. My head was a mess. I wanted to call him back. I wanted to call Mom. I wanted to disconnect my phone so that neither of them could reach me. The day had started off as a fun little job and had gone downhill at record pace. It wasn’t long before another call came through. “Just put her through.” I didn’t even look up from my lap as eventually my mom’s voice came through the line. “Sweety?” My voice was dry, “What?” “You know what.” I was not in the mood to be lectured to by my own mother on whatever bullshit line of logic she was about to spew. “Mom, today’s been rough. I’ll call you later.” “Hold on a second.” Initially I thought that she wanted me to hold on and stay on the line, but the silence continued until I heard a strange sound followed by a heavy sigh from my mother. “Ahhhh. There we go. Out like a light. Thanks for waiting, sweety. Your father needed to calm down a bit and I knew just what he needed.” Most people may have been disgusted by the fact that their mom was talking to them while breastfeeding their unconscious father, but for us, it was kind of normal. Mom had adopted dad early in their lives and they had somehow ended up in this strange limbo of both loving spouses as well as the typically Mommy baby relationship that all littles seemed to crave. “Milk always puts him right out.” A harsh chuckle bubbled out of my throat, “Heh. You know he’s gonna complain for days that your milk is the only thing causing him to use his diapers.” “He’ll try. But we both know that his big boy undies are long gone at this point.” Growing up with a potty training dad had been… interesting. I often felt like I was competing with him, rather than being raised by him. Still… he was my dad. “So apparently I need to keep a tighter watch on his business.” “He told you about the whole shipping thing?” Seems I was right about how much she knew. “Yes. As sugar coated as he put it, the whole thing was a hairbrained attempt at fulfilling his dreams of being able to prevent the inevitable for his kind.” A thought popped into my head, “You know, maybe if you were to… regress him, (TEMPORARILY) Then maybe this Bethany woman would lay off.” The sounds of my father gently nursing filled the silence as my mother mulled over the idea. A popping sound was followed by steady thumps as she burped him. “There we go. Such a good boy. Now you sleep tight in your crib while Mommy and Susan talk.” The door to his nursery shut and mom came back to the line, “No, that’s not what we need. Even if we were to regress your father, the Westfields would keep tabs. That and everything he built would fall apart.” “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about this? What he’s doing… it’s not right.” “Sweetheart. You’ve always been my smart little leopard,” My mother’s calming voice washed over me and the use of her pet name for me had me blushing. “but you see things too often in black and white. Sometimes a little bit of gray is needed.” “Mom, this isn’t one of those times. He wants me to regress a full grown woman. A capable adult!” “Do you think that just because she’s an Amazon, that this errant nanny can’t be immature?” “No, but you know that’s not the same. Amazons are smarter than littles, this is just a biological fact.” “Can you make the kinds of things your father does?” I bit my lip. I could already see where this was going. Dad had often used his highly focused knowledge to claim superiority in our ‘debates’. “No, but he’s a one in a million, who if I need to remind you, just breastfed from you and was laid down in his crib.” “So then he’s a baby?” God, this is why I didn’t want to have this conversation. She always muddies things up. She should be on my side! “No, but he’s a different case.” Fuck. I could immediately feel her smile on the other end. “Sooooo. A little bit of a gray area.” I sighed deeply, “And now you’re going to tell me that this fully grown woman is also a gray area, just in reverse.” “Such a smart little leopard.” “You don’t even know this person. For all you know, she’s smarter than Dad.” Her chuckle was heartwarming. I could never stay mad at Mom. “Oh, I doubt that. For every messy he pushes into his pants, another brilliant idea gets pushed into his head.” “I still don’t think I can do this.” “Why don’t you just come by and meet her. She’s apparently looking for your father near Revalle University. Still thinks he’s some mid named Patrick Harris. You can go and find out for yourself and then… figure out what you’ll do from there.” She was stringing me along. “Fine.” “That’s my girl. Once you’re done you should stop by home. I’m sure your father will want to apologize.” “Thanks Mom. Love you.” “I love you too, dear.” I hung up the phone and splayed out on the couch. For whatever reason my mind, muscles, and spirit all ached. My mother had just demolished me in a verbal boxing match and it seemed like the damage permeated my soul. She always made me feel like a little, the way she cooed at me and strung me along. Three years of formal psychology training and she still could talk circles around me. It’s a mom’s superpower I guess. Always able to one up their kids, no matter how old they get. As I composed myself I started thinking rationally again. The chances I changed my mind were next to none. This wasn’t a little we were talking about. It wasn’t even a real delinquent of an amazon, just someone who got mixed up in one of my father’s screwed up schemes, but that didn’t mean I was going to abandon my family. Sorry, whoever this was, life’s not always fair. When dad woke up and was let out he once again tried to call me, but like a responsible adult, I decided that I didn’t have time to chitchat with a baby and let it go to voicemail. The messages on my phone followed in rapid succession as he detailed the entire plan one text at a time. The girl’s name was Nicole Withers and she was a full time nanny at a daycare run by Westfield Robotics. Ironically enough, it was not a robotic nursery, but rather a place that the company used to drop off their employees’ littles off at during the work day. Once she had found out about the Little Helpers that Tiffany (Hector’s non-portal, not regressed, little) had, she went right to the eldest in the family, Bethany and the two forced a confession out of the girl. Then for whatever reason, Bethany got cold feet and is now looking to keep Nicole quiet. Nicole for her part has no idea that she’s being targeted and is instead at Revalle University to find the person selling Little Helpers. It just so happens that one of the labs the university has deals with transportation and marketing. Their newest toy was a donated shrink ray from the Westfield Foundation. It was sent their so that the graduate students could test the efficiency of packaging, shrinking, transporting, and then unshrinking huge quantities of products. The tech has been in the beta for decades at this point, but was just now seeing actual applications in all kinds of markets. Hand drawn carts were replaced by carriages, which were replaced by boats, which were replaced by trucks, which were replaced by trains, which would now go back to trucks. The only difference would be that these cross country deliveries would contain an entire 32 cart trains worth of material in a single semi. Of course this would turn everything upside down in terms of the cost of everyday products and the transportation business as a whole, but first they needed to make the shrinking and unshrinking a bit more stable, and a bit less energy expensive. Apparently the mini reactor for the building was needed solely for the equipment, a feat that few companies would be able to afford. Back to the present, I departed from the first class seating of the airplane I had traveled on through the night and now stood back in my home country of Wisteria. The sites, sounds and smells of my native land lay just past the decontamination rooms at the front of the airport terminal. I breathed in the rich scent of midsummer and stretched my arms towards the unobstructed sky. I scanned my phone across the terminal and waited for my car to be pulled around. Getting it shipped from my hometown to here overnight had been pricy, but well worth it. Nothing beats your own car after you’ve traveled for so long. As the young man stepped out of the driver's seat I watched as the car adjusted itself to accommodate my much longer legs and slightly elevated position. The boy… young man was in his early twenties, much like Nicole. He was a full grown adult, holding down a job, maybe saving up for a fine house, a successful wife and maybe his own little. Could I do what I was about to do to him? His professional smile, his freshly pressed clothes, and his efficient driving all told me the same thing; no. He was an adult, and a fine one at that. If Nicole was even a fraction like him, I was putting in a call to another hunter. Maybe trade some favors or cash in order to drop this off on one of my… less ethical colleagues. Before taking off I checked that everything was just as I had left it. Little Carseat with punishment/pleasure accessories? Check. Sleeping, constipation, and formula in the center council? Check. Package of waddler clothes, nightime diapers, mittens, and booties in the trunk? Check. “Yup all set. Time to head out.” “I hope you enjoyed your trip ma’am.” The boy smiled at me and I gave a curt nod back, unable to look him in the eyes. I checked the GPS and set out for the 90 minute drive out to R.U. The drive was quiet. I didn’t much feel like music or news. Instead my internal dialogue went back and forth. Never had a job ever made me this anxious, this nervous, this guilty. Even my first official job hadn’t gotten me this upset. Speaking of which, the fantasy replayed in my mind. Her cute little feet kicked uselessly in the air, her discarded undies soiled and in the trash, and her nice thick nappy gently taped onto her waist. Emilia had been one of the fews littles I ever considered a friend, but two years of family therapy had taught me one thing; littles needed to be taken care of. It wasn’t miscommunication, it was the little being too dumb to understand what their Mommy or Daddy wanted from them. It wasn’t abuse, it was correcting the misbehavior of a little who had talked back or stepped out of line in some other way. It wasn’t anger issues, it was a little who had not been properly disciplined. Emilia had gone to the same school as me and had been all too keen on proving she was a big girl just like all the rest. I couldn’t remember how many times I had stuck up for her, defended her, and even lied for her during the course of our time at University, but that was all over when she had fudged her pants right in front of the entire frat house. She had been careful not to drink anything the others gave her. A few close calls freshmen year had made her cautious, but she never suspected that the water bottle I had handed her was what did her in. “It was the chicken I had this morning!” “I’m not feeling well. Maybe I’m sick.” And all other excuses came to her mind. After graduating I still made time to come down to the school and bring her along for some kind of social life. The fact that littles took a full six years instead of the normal three just to get a doctorate should have tipped me off about the maturity gap, but I was convinced by my own naivety that most littles were just like us. I think she figured it all out when I walked her out of the party safe and secure in her new thick underwear only to be handed off by Melody, a fellow graduate of mine. Someone whom the both of us had butted heads with while we were all still in school, who had made constant passes at Emilia. I had gone back to the party and Emilia had gone home with Melody. She would no longer have to worry about grades, or finances, or even having a social life. Melody would take care of every need and want Emilia had. The relief I felt that night was intoxicating. It wasn’t long before I found out that I could save little after little and be paid handsomely to do so. The world needed my services, and I was happy to oblique. I parked my car near the visitors’ center. My resolution was back. Nicole was an Amazon; an adult. If the Westfields wanted her gone, well, my father would need to find someone else to do it. I would meet with her, get to know her, and then confirm my own beliefs so that I could confidently tell both my mother and father to shove it. Then it was time for a home vacation I richly deserved. I carried a small diaper bag as I leisurely strolled around the area, taking in the nostalgic sights and sounds. The campus was packed. The summer semester was at full tilt. Past midterms, but not quite close enough to finals for students to hole up in the library. I even chuckled at the stereotypical frisbee being thrown across the quartyard. However, the sounds of wailing pierced the calm afternoon followed by the unmistakable sound of a little’s heiny being thoroughly reddened. A small crowd had formed around a park bench where said little was bent over the jean covered leg of none other than Nicole Withers. From the look of it, the brunette was in the midst of a brutal hand spanking. I guess god does work in tiny coincidences. I watched as the girl applied her work. SMACK. “Now are you going to be a good baby boy for Nanny?” SMACK. The little cried out, “YES! I’ll be good.” SMACK. He jumped at the spank and then sobbed as Nicole gently rubbed his bruised behind. “Good boy. Now, how about you tell me where I can find Patrick Harris.” “I don’t know who you are talking about!” SMACK. “Good little boys don’t fib. You told me you were a big boy in the chemistry department. That’s where Patrick is.” “I’m telling you, I don’t know anyone named Patrick! I sw...mmmph!” I was in awe at the speed she had his mouth filled and the strap of the pacifier secured behind his head. Oh, she’s pretty good. His muffled protest rang out as she delivered a few more swats to his bottom. “It looks like some little boy needs some more convincing. Maybe Nanny needs to smack all the bad out of his little tooshie first.” She was really good. Punishing him without giving him a chance to respond would only build his desperation. I was curious how she was going to confirm he wasn’t lying when a heavier set security guard pushed his way through the crowd. “Miss. Please stop for a moment.” The spanking stopped to the groans of many of the onlooking women. To see a technique so practiced was probably rare for the still slightly hormonal bunch. I could just make out the few wet spots appearing on their shirts. Little fever is going to run rampant across this campus shortly. Nicole looked up and addressed the guard, “Hello. What seems to be the problem?” “We got a report of an illegal punishment taking place involving a little student and a non-student Amazon.” Nicole tilted her head, “Yes. I am not a student and I assume Benji here is.” “What exactly did this little do, ma’am?” “Excuse me?” Ooooh. Rookie mistake. She obviously wasn’t used to this outside of her daycare. Even greenhorns know that colleges have protections for their littles. You gotta have them pee or poop themselves, or prove some other way that they are grossly immature. Hell, some colleges even have a several strike policy, as if you should need more than one messy pair of underwear to prove a little wasn’t mature enough to handle adult life. “Ma’am. Please come with me.” Well, time to kill two birds with one stone. Ingratiate myself with Nicole, and keep her from being removed from campus. I stepped forward with my ‘official’ badge displayed from my phone, “F.R.B. Sir, this little is involved in an investigation we are conducting at this school.” Taking his focus from Nicole he scanned the badge with his eyes, “Oh yeah. And what's the Financial Review Bureau investigating here at Revalle?” I waved for him to come close. Secrets usually meant less questions and what F.R.B agent would openly say what I was about to in front of a horde of college students? He leaned in as I whispered, “Illegal production and distribution of class 1 medications.” His eyes grew wide. A mixture of awe and confusion plastered to his face. Why do men have to be so dense sometimes? I rolled my eyes, “One of your chemistry students is making Little Helpers and selling them.” His expression grew severe. “And this little is involved?” I nodded my head, “Yes. Now if you could disperse this crowd I’ll take my colleague somewhere more private. I apologize for the display.” He nodded and got to shooing away the onlookers. As I looked down at the frowning Nicole, I smiled and waved at her to follow. Reluctantly she complied, picking up her bag and trailing behind as I took her towards one of the buildings. Finding what I was searching for I opened the lockable family restroom. Once inside I decided to take the lead. “Here hand him over.” Nicole was slow to do so, but eventually the little found himself nestled in the crook of my arms. “Now, you be good and eat your num nums.” I produced a bottle from my bag filled with milk and gently unclipped the pacifier gag. Once it was free the little was only able to get out a short scream, “Wait no! Please…” Before the teat was firmly seated in his mouth. The bottle was designed to push past a little tongue and constantly flow rich creamy milk into their mouth and down to their tummies. His eyes began to flutter as the breast milk had the desired effect. Soon he was softly breathing as his natural instincts took over and he unconsciously suckled. His pants began to moisten as already a growing wet patch was spreading from his crotch. “There. Now could you hand me a diaper and onesie from the bag?” Nicole nodded and brought me the specified objects. “Here. Um… thanks, for before.” “Mmhmm. You need to be careful on college campuses. One wrong turn and you could be banned from ever adopting a little.” Fear flickered across her face, “Seriously.” “On paper, yes. But let's be honest,” I smiled up at her as I plopped the bottle from the little’s lips and began to lay him down for a change, “who’s going to actually enforce those rules against an Amazon doing what they need to, to keep a little safe a secure in a fresh diapie?” That got a smile from her. I extended my hand, “Susan. And you are?” “Nicole. Once again thanks. But, why exactly did you help me?” Time to lay a little fairy tale. One that Nicole will be able to accept that will also let me back out later and let someone else handle this. “Like I said, I’m F.R.B and I’m here looking for the same person you are.” “Patrick Harris.” “The very one.” “Why would F.R.B want a mid in college?” “I could ask the same thing of… well whatever you are.” “I’m a private investigator for the Westfield family.” She seemed proud of her fake title. A fake P.I. and a fake F.R.B agent in a family restroom changing a little while talking about a target that doesn’t actually exist. With all this pretending, I’m starting to feel like a little. “Not very professional for a P.I to announce who they work for.” She shrugged, “The name gets me into most places I want to go.” Not a half bad lie. Still, no need to press her. I finished wrapping up the little boy in a soft fleece romper and gently placed him on my hip, “Well, that does it for this little guy. I’m off now. Good luck. You may want to lay low for a few hours before following.” I made my way to the door when I heard a soft, “Wait.” Hiding my smile I turned around, “Yes?” Nicole was trying to look confident. Her squared shoulders and stern expression were good hides, but her tell was the clenching and unclenching of her hands. “We could always work together?” Her pitch ended on a high note, denoting a question rather than a statement. Previously I had just assumed she was ignorant of the rules on a college campus, but maybe it was just nerves. Thinking on it, I couldn’t blame her. Being given this job to hunt down someone who doesn’t actually exist by one of the most powerful families in the country was stressful, but the fact that this was far from her normal profession probably had the girl on the edge of her sanity. Here she was in a spot that was way too much for her to handle, without the skills or knowledge to even begin to improve her situation. From her perspective, this probably seemed hopeless, but with my help, she might be able to get through it. I could feel my stomach flutter at the thought before chasing that feeling away. “I’m not so sure. What could you offer my investigation?” Really? I’m stringing her along? This kind of crap works with littles, but for an adult… She stepped forward with a bit of desperation creeping past her confidant facade, “I’m very good at my job. I’m sure that I can be of use interrogating the other students for answers. With my help we could track down Patrick before he gets away.” I felt stunned. I was preying upon her insecurities and her lack of experience, same as I would for any of my other contracts. I mentally shook the thought away. Of course she was desperate, she was set up for failure from the beginning… but shouldn’t that just be a chance for her to overcome it? “Well, we don’t actually have to do all that. All we should have to do is go directly to the chemistry labs.” She nodded. “I’ve already checked there. Couldn’t find hide nor hair of a mid in that department. That’s why I was questioning a student from there.” She seemed so proud of herself. Proving how big… competent she was. “Well, did you check the testing facilities?” Her face sunk. Of course she hadn’t. Why would a chemistry student need to run massive experiments. On the other hand, there are plenty of other tests being performed in that building. I could see her trying to keep her head up, but the air had definitely left her sails. “No er… I haven’t checked there yet, BUT I was planning on doing so later this afternoon.” Lying about your profession was one thing. It greased the wheels for the kind of work I did, but lying to someone you consider a colleague or superior… “Let’s head there now. No use waiting for this afternoon.” I left without hearing a reply. My heart rate had increased and my breath felt hot. I felt the crinkly underwear of the boy on my hip and had the mental image of a much smaller Nicole in the same position. This is insane. She’s a grown woman! But why does this feel so normal? I’m just imagining things. As we left the family room a group of girls, some of which I recognized from the courtyard were waiting down the hallway at the corner. Their hopeful glances in our direction were anything but subtle and I figured some of the guilt I was feeling could be washed away with some good karma. Walking directly towards them I smiled and handed the slumbering baby boy over to the girl in front, “Here you go girls. Make sure you take proper care of him. This little guy just had an accident in his big boy pants. If you need any proof for student affairs, just check the waste bin in the changing room. Good luck.” The squeals and coos of excitement behind me faded away as Nicole and I made our way back outside. Those girls were obviously in the throws of baby fever and would make excellent mommies. My good deed done for the day, I made my way towards the looming tower that was the research center. How am I going to make this work? I never intended to bring her here? Maybe I could fake a bathroom break and call another hunter? But who is going to be close by. College campuses are basically no goes because of policies, but maybe a greenhorn is close by. Closer and closer we got with Nicole trailing behind. Her soft footsteps behind me were so cute, like a little sister following her college aged sibling. Here for a day after missing her big sissy so much. My pace increased and my body felt hot. I looked back to see Nicole following close behind looking back and forth. She was nervous. My confidant stride had been perfected from years of work, but for her, she had no idea what she was getting into. I took a breath and calmed down. As the shadow of the building blocked the sun, I made my way towards the door. It was a college campus which meant that no security was posted. Getting inside would just need access from a registered ID, something that was prepared for me in advance. The subtle beep and unlocking of the door after scanning my phone was all I needed to waltz in with Nicole in tow. “How do you have access to this building?” I tapped the now black screen of my phone before putting it away. “Dear, all F.R.B agents have security level clearance. It is a public school after all.” I paused. The urge to condescend too great. “How were you expecting to get in this afternoon?” “I… uh… I was still working on that.” All lies eventually come crumbling down when the liar isn’t properly prepared. I gave a curt, “Mhm.” and continued onward. My exit strategy was getting thinner and thinner as we made our way first to the register and then down a flight of stairs to the sub basements. Classes were held on the first through third floors, but experiments were underground. Can’t let the nerds get too much sunlight. As we finally made our way to B4, we exited the concrete stairwell and entered into what was easily three to four floors of open space. All manner of electric panels, grated floors, and steel machines greeted my vision. I chuckled at the picturesque mad scientist laboratory feel. Thankfully the wide open space was empty save for the equipment and scattered notebooks. “Let’s split up. You go and see if you can find a register of which students have rented time here and I’ll check some of the notebooks.” The girl nodded obediently and left. I chuckled at her ‘go get em’ attitude. So happy to please. “Anyways.” The next bit of time was spent in a bit of nostalgic meandering. The energy drink cans in the garbage, the half written notes scribbled on pieces of paper, and the cute art covered notebooks of the more feminine students. I traced my hand across the pink notebook with stickers plastered all over. Taking a quick peak the first page had nothing but notes on proper care for a little. What followed was from various classes, but I could see the girls true aspirations lay outside of structural engineering. It’s about time to end this charade. Nicole is just in a bit of a bind with powerful forces surrounding her. I’ll see if I can’t find someone else to take this job off my hands and I’ll… “What are you doing!?!?” A masculine voice shouted from somewhere else in the lab. The yell echoed off the walls and made it hard to discern a source, but following the sounds of a scuffle taking place I eventually found something that had me making my way quickly to the scene. Sitting in one of the chairs next to a control panel was Nicole with a smallish man draped over her lab. His mouth was plugged, his hands cuffed together under the chair to his legs, and his bottom being thoroughly pounded with a thick pink paddle. “This is for lying to Nanny.” WHACK. “This is for selling Little Helpers.” WHACK “And these are for causing Nanny so much trouble finding you.” WHACK WHACK WHACK The man’s sobs behind the gag were pitiful and already I could see the bruising on his cheeks. “NICOLE!” Her frown turned to a smile as she glanced up to my rapidly approaching figure. “Susan! I found him. Now, are you going to be a good boy and tell Nanny the truth?” WHACK I reached out and ripped the paddle from her hands. I was furious. She looked up in shock, “Hey! What are you doing?” “That’s what I want to know!” I could feel the venom spit out of my mouth. “What in the hell do you think you are doing?” “I found Patrick and was just… keeping him secure until you got here.” The audacity! “Oh yeah? And how do you know that this is Patrick?” She looked perplexed, “He’s a mid. So when I saw him, I asked for his name and he took off! This has to be him.” I gripped Nicole firmly by the ear and pulled her off the chair with the unnamed mid falling to the ground. “Ow, ow, ow. Let go!” I did so, so that I could reach down and begin undoing the restraints on the sobbing man for Nicole to begin shouting above my crouched form. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT???” “Shut up, you stupid girl. You’re telling me you came here unprepared to get in, see a mid, chase him, and then with no proof start assaulting him?” “Why would he run if he isn’t Patrick?” “Did you even check him for ID?” “No, but what if he has a fake?” “‘Then you match him to a description.” “...” That may have been unfair, considering that Patrick didn’t even exist, but to go after someone without even knowing what they look like… I finally had the mid free enough for him to look up at me with watery eyes, “Please. Please stop. I promise, I’m not this Patrick guy. My name is Stuart! Please, I haven’t done anything wrong, I just needed more time to get my work done!” “Stuart, are you supposed to be here?” I helped him to his feet. He looked down as he rubbed his swollen backside, “Erm… not really.” “So when you saw someone coming towards you, asking who you were, you ran.” “Ye… Yeah.” I patted him on the back and let him pick up his trousers. “Ok. You go on and get out of here. Try to finish your work next time during the allotted times.” A pitiful, “Mhm.” and he was off. I stood there and watched him run off. I felt horrible for the man. He was just trying to keep up as best he could. It’s not easy being a mid in an Amazon world, but if he applies himself, he’ll do fine. On the other hand… “Did we not JUST talk about this with the other little?” “I’m sorry.” I felt myself growing angrier, “Is that it? You mess up in the exact same way minutes later and that’s all you say?” “Oh come on now.” She tilted her head and rolled her eyes. “Excuse me?” “What? He’s just a mid. Probably deserved that spanking for some other reason anyway.” The audacity. Did this girl just… “Nicole. Mids are NOT littles. Some of them suffer from maturosis, but that young man was obviously applying himself. You had no right to do what you did.” “Who cares? It’s over. Now let’s find this little punk and get out of here.” “This isn’t over. How can you not care that you just assaulted that man.” “Pfft. That was no man. He’s barely the size of a preteen.” “Nicole! Size has nothing to do with it. Littles are predisposed to hypnosis, breastmilk, and incontinence because of their biological makeup. Mids and Amazons are not. You can’t just look at size and think that’s all there is to it.” “Oh come on. You can’t believe that.” I stared at her and she stared at me. This girl… this brat was like a walking disaster. Ready to punish and torture whoever she wanted, not because they deserved it or needed it to grow, but because they were shorter than her! “That’s…” Okay. Fine then. Time for a demonstration. “You know what. It doesn’t matter.” “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” I smiled as I thought about what I was about to do. “I found a registry with Patrick’s name on it. He’s due to be over at the resizing chamber later in about half an hour.” Her face softened. “Perfect! See, what just happened didn’t even matter. Let’s head over there now.” I watched as she walked over to the large sealed chamber with huge coils pointed overhead. It reminded me almost like a cross between old science fiction machines and modern dimensional portals. I had heard that sometimes littles would shrink when they are brought over. Maybe the same technology was used here? “He’s scheduled to shrink some of his equipment so he will need to put whatever he needs in the booth. Only one way in or out. Once he goes in I’ll grab him and we can work together to restrain him. You wait over in a corner or something.” I waved her off. My dismissive attitude had the desired effect. “Oh really? Why don’t you stand in a corner or something? I think I’ve proved I’m more than capable of handling some mid.” “Do you know how this machine works?” Deride her. Insult her knowledge. Get her mad. Confrontational people can be positioned more easily if you know what you’re doing. “No.” She crossed her arms in frustration. Perfect. I sighed and began walking over and set my bag down at the console. She followed and imitated. As I leaned in I began my fake spiel. “Over here you have the electromagnetic conductive coils wrapped around the temporal base.” She nodded along to the fake science mambo jumbo as she stuck her head in. One gentle push and she was now scrambling to regain her balance on the floor. “Hey! What do you think you’re…” She saw the door closing, “Wait, wait, WAIT!” A solid metallic thud and the twisting of a nob to seal it shut and I could see her banging on the glass. I couldn’t make out her muffled shouts, but she did look cute having her temper tantrum. I watched for a minute as she began digging her nails into the door frame and when that didn’t work she began going at every exposed pipe or panel she thought she could get at. I smirked as I headed over to the panel. Opening up my text messages I followed the instructions dad forwarded over from Bethany. Turn on panel. Check. Power up coils… Che… wait. Check. Navigate to main screen. Check. Authorization Code… 4... 2… 8… 3… B… R… 4… 3… 0… 0. Swiping the phone across the reader it downloaded the settings I wanted and I paused for a moment. 5/32 scale of original size. Quick math said that she would be about the weight of a one year old. My hand reached over to the initiation screen, but stopped. Maybe 9/64 would be a bit more appropriate. The machine whirled and buzzed as I started the process, the lights flickered for a moment before the smell of burnt wires and static filled the air and the sound died down. The system was in shut down mode and it was time to see what I had been left with. As the door was unlocked I saw a flash of motion below me and quickly grabbed onto the running form between my legs. As I brought her up close my heart melted. There she was, just like before, however, sized perfectly for a 9-10 month old. Nicole thrashed and clawed at my hands desperately trying to get me to let go, “You psychotic bitch! What the hell did you do to me?” Such a naughty thing. “Dawww. Forget the size of a preteen. You’re barely bigger than a premature baby.” Her eyes grew wide. Realization struck as she looked down at her smaller form and then grabbed on to my arms like a death vice from the sight of being so far from the ground. “There, there.” I brought her close to my chest, cradling the girl's head and bottom in my arms. If I closed my eyes, I would swear that she was a very tiny little. “Big sissy isn’t gonna drop you.” The words felt so natural. Big sister. Big sister Susan and her little sister Nicole. “You’ve had a rough day at Big Sissy’s college didn’t you?” She struggled in my grasp, wiggling futily. “What are you talking about? Put me down right now and CHANGE ME BACK!” Here comes the temper tantrum. Nicole is already getting into her new role. I had to remind myself that she was not in fact a little, but an Amazon just shrunk down. “Oh, calm down. I’m not gonna hurt you.” “Then what is going on?” As I allowed her to push away from me I saw the daggers in her eyes. Her cute little pout. Had she always been this cute? I walked over to the bag, “I just want to show you that what you did earlier to that mid was wrong.” “You can’t be serious.” She guffed. “Oh, I’m serious.” “What if Patrick comes? What if you can’t undo what you did? What if…” Her questions were muffled by the bottle I had shoved into her mouth. The warm white liquid began filling her mouth and I saw dribbles pouring down from the cracks in her lips. I pulled the bottle away. She sputtered and coughed as she spit the liquid out, covering herself and me in the mouthful of milk. “Ach! What the ech… hell?” “Oh calm down. I’m only using what you brought in your bag.” She shook with anger, “That’s what I mean. Why!?!” “You packed this bag to use when you got Patrick, or when you decided you wanted to torture a little or mid, right?” She nodded her head. “So I’m going to teach you what it’s like to be on the receiving end of these toys.” Her eyes grew wide and she shook her head. I rolled my eyes, “Oh come on. It’s not that bad. What? You think you can’t take it. You think you’re too little now to be able to handle a bottle of milk? Afraid you’ll have an accident like the little you look like now?” “I am NOT a little!” “Prove it.” “What?” “I already told you that there is a biological difference between littles and amazons. This is your punishment. Take the punishments you have in this bag like a big girl and I’ll reverse the shrinking.” As I spoke the words it dawned on me that I already knew the outcome. She’d be fine. I felt bad for lying about reversing the shrinking, but a deep, dark piece of me wanted to be wrong. Wanted to see her fail, just like any little I had tested before, but that wasn’t going to happen. “This is bullshit!” “So you are afraid you’ll fail.” I taunted. “No it’s just…” “Just what? Only bullies dish out punishment that they can’t take. Are you a bully. Are you a little baby bully who is afraid of some milk?” “It’s um… mine. That milks from uh… my… me. From me.” “So?” Her eyes grew wide, “So it’s gross.” “You sound like a little who won’t eat their veggies.” “No! It’s also um… got laxatives… in it.” She looked sheepish. “Oh so you were going to spike Patrick’s milk and then laugh at him when he couldn’t hold it anymore?” She nodded and then looked up angrily at me, “Who cares!?! He’s a mid.” “And now you’re a little.” “SHUT UP!” She shrieked. She huffed and puffed and got red. Full blown tantrum going on in my arms and I just smirked. “Prove it!” “I’m not drinking that.” I shrugged. “Fine.” “Fine?” I reached in the bag and started looking at the contents, “Yup, fine. We can just play with whatever else you have packed.” “Wait…” I pulled out a plastic baggie with an orangish brown straight stick. “Oooooh. Ginger root. Let’s start with this.” Her struggles doubled and it began to be a hassle to hold her with only one arm. Setting the baggy down, I turned around and sat down at the table. Pulling out the paddle from earlier I quickly had Nicole flipped over my knee with her bottom sticking up. “You wouldn’t dare!” Her challenge did not go unmet. WHACK. “Ow. Ow. Jeez. Stop right this…” WHACK “Do you think I’m joking with…” WHACK “STOP!” WHACK “STOP!” WHACK “I… MEAN IT.” WHACK “Sto…” WHACK “Sta…” WHACK “STAWP!” Her words were getting slurred behind the struggle to stop the tears rolling down her face. WHACK She let out a guttural groan. I smiled as she cried. Just like that poor man had. Looks like a little baby can’t handle the pain she dishes out. “Are you going to drink your milk now?” Behind the sniffles she tried to compose herself and failed, “Noooo.” I pulled down her jeans. WHACK “STAWP IT!” WHACK “Ginger root or milk.” The choice was hers. “No!” WHACK “Ginger root or milk.” “Please!” WHACK “Ginger root or milk.” “...” WHACK “Ginger root or milk.” “Ow. Ginger root! Ginger root! Please stop!” I rubbed the back of her reddened butt cheeks as she sobbed on my lap. I pulled the already gell covered root from the bag. Pulling her lace panties to the side I slipped the root in whole. She arched her back and reached behind her trying to remove the intruder. “Ahhh! Ahh! What did you do?” I batted her little hands away as I pulled her panties back into place. It looked like she was trying to push it back out and a little tent was forming at her back passage. “I put in the ginger root, dear. Don’t push it out into your panties. Here let Big Sissy help you keep your medicine in your bum bum.” Setting her down on her feet I pulled her tight jeans back up her legs. The tent was smooshed down by the inseam and she held her bottom as I buttoned the front of her pants. “There we go. That’ll keep your bum bum medicine in.” I looked at her face as the burning sensation began to kick in. Already the mascara and makeup had several trails running down her cheek from her tears caused by the spanking. Her jaw was clenched and she twisted and contorted as the heat in her bottom only increased. Already her cheeks were warm from the paddle, and now the insides were trying to match the intensity. “It burns!” “I bet it does.” “How long?” “Hmmm?” She looked up with pleading eyes, “You ugh… can’t keep this in forever. Patrick is going to get here any second. You still have to unshrink me! How long until you take this out and change me back?” Oh yes, the non existent Little Helper dealer that I said would be here shortly. “You let me worry about him. Let’s say twenty minutes.” “Ugghhhh. Easy.” Her strained words said anything but. The show she put on was fabulous. She danced up and down, held her bottom, lay on the ground, rolled around, and did just about everything else she could think of to stop the pain. It was comical. I wasn’t one to use ginger root as punishment, but the few times I had, had been far less pathetic. She was breathing heavy as she crawled over to me. “Heh… Heh… how long oooooh.” She grabbed her bottom again and quivered in pain. “How long to go.” “Oh. Whoops.” I took out my phone. “I wasn’t keeping track.” Her face fell in the absolute most delicious way possible. The despair on her face mixed with the anguish in a contortion I hadn’t seen in such a long time. I pointed to the time on the phone; 3:27. “Let’s say you have fifteen minutes left. So what time would your bum bum medicine come out?” “No! It’s been longer than five minutes. Aaaaagh. He’s going to be here any second.” “Hmmmmm. That is a good point.” Hope registered across her face. “But first.” I put the bottle inches from her nose. She looked up to see the same face she had probably shown countless littles herself. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Nicole was a brat. She may have been born an Amazon, but she was a poor one at that. Mom was right. I just needed to see a little bit of the gray. “Baby has to finish her baba and then Big Sis will take out the ginger root.” She looked at the bottle and then to me and then back to the bottle. Sudden pain must have ripped through her as she curled over in pain. Looking up with one eye closed in agony she reached up and ripped the bottle from my hand. Laying on her back she began to suckle the milk down, draining it as fast as she could. Her legs went down only to shoot back up as apparently, laying flat only worsened the pain. Both hands on the bottle, legs curled up, and shrunk down she looked the perfect infant. As I looked at her cute little bottom I could already see two faint dark spots from where the gel had already seeped out. Two barely noticeable crescent shapes outlined her big girl panties. I took a breath as I watched her drain the bottle. Stepping back from the rush of punishing a little sized brat, I reminded myself who I was actually dealing with. Sure she had shrunk, but an Amazon’s body is adept at handling all kinds of things littles and some mids had problems with. A powerful laxative to our smaller counterparts always leads to stained undies and bulging pants. For an Amazon, a casual trip to the bathroom would… I saw tears begin to pour out of Nicole’s eyes as she desperately tried to drain the last quarter of the milk. She wiggled and groaned, taking a choked breath before returning to the task. “Awww. Is baby upset that her milkies is almost gone?” “Mh-mh.” She shook her head. She groaned again and arched her back. “Then is the bum bum medicine hurting too much for my little sissy?” She was silent and choking as she both cried and continued to suckle. Wow. Note to self. Ginger root is only to be used for the worst of cases. Suddenly Nicole threw the bottle and rolled herself over to her side. Groaning, she held her stomach and tried to get to her knees only to double over again. She began fumbling with the button of her jeans. “Such a naughty thing. You didn’t finish your milkies. And that’s a big no-no throwing your baba.” The button came loose and the smallest amount of slack at her bottom let the root stick ever so slightly further out. Nicole pressed her face into the ground and groaned as her jeans stretched and strained from the force of her pushing the ginger root out of her bottom. There was an audible ‘pop’ as it came loose followed by a deluge of poop. It was thick and quickly filled to a softball sized mound on her bottom. I watched in awe as the woman who not an hour ago was nearly as tall as I was, succumbed to laxatives meant for a mid or little. She sobbed and held her hands over the growing pile of waste spilling past her panties and piling up into the seat of her pants. The brown was already soaking into the denim material and I could see two trails of moisture begin spilling down her thighs. She cried out pathetically as she wet and messed herself. I stood there, mouth agape. I had only just barely thought that she would actually mess herself, but not in my wildest dreams would I have ever imagined a full grown Amazon wet herself, without a hint of diuretic. She lay there, a blubbering, soiled mess and I realised that gray was not the correct term. No, this was black and white. “It looks like my little sissy had quite the accident.” She looked up covered in snot, tears and drool as I cooed down at her. “Big Sissy was wrong. Nicole isn’t just a little. She’s a wittle baby.” “No” She weakly countered. I flipped her over onto her back. The mess smooshed against the floor and spread. She twisted to drag herself away as a cramp wracked her body again, forcing her to hold onto her stomach and forcing more mess into her packed pants. “Uh oh. Someone isn’t finished. Push Baby Nicole. Push.” “Please.” She begged. “Such a polite girl now. Once you realized what you are.” “I’m not! I’m not a… hic… baby.” I pulled the jeans away, a trail of poop smearing her legs and now ruined shoes. I held them up and pointed at the sagging center with a brown spot. “Oh. A big girl wouldn’t have messed themselves.” “It was the laxatives!” She cried out. I shook my head. “Laxatives just help big girls do their business in the toilet. You couldn’t even wait five minutes. You didn’t even try to go to the potty. And what’s this?” She shook her head as I pointed to the twin trails of urine on the legs. “Did you put diuretics in your baba?” She stopped shaking her head and her eyes grew wide before she looked away from me. “Nuh… nooooo.” I slapped the still red outside of her right thigh, eliciting a yelp. “Naughty girl. You know better than to lie to sissy.” She choked on a sob as I reached for her panties and began tugging them down. Like a desperate little girl who had just lost her panty privileges she grabbed the edges and tried to tug them back. “NO!” “Awww. Don’t worry, whittle baby Nicole. You’ll get to wear panties again some day. But for now. I think you need some nice comfy diapies.” The mention of diapers shook the girl enough to release her grip. With a few fluid motions the panties were gone along with her shirt and bra. Leaving the girl shocked and in the nude. To stunned by the implications of my words she sat there coated in her own mess from the waist down and tear streaked face desperately tried to comprehend how this could be happening. She was shaken from her horror as the cold wet wipes began cleaning off her mess. She looked up at me and put on a crooked, forced smile. Her voice was shaky as she tried to get my attention. “Susan.” “That’s Big Sis, or Sissy to you little girl.” Her grin cracked but then came back, “Listen. You don’t have to do this.” “Mhmm.” “I get it. I was wrong.” I unfurled the newborn diaper. Very rarely do I get to use these, but I always pack it just in case I find one of those illusive short littles. Her bargaining just got faster. “Listen. I don’t have much, but I can pay you or even give you an actual little. I work at a nursery and I could easily get you any little you…” “I thought you said you were a P.I.” Another crack. “Er.. yeah I did.” “What kind of nursery do you work at that you can just take a little.” “Well I mean, I could…” “Were you lying to Sissy?” The threat of it hung over her head. Her quick talking had been sloppy and she was caught in a lie. “I... I… I just…” I giggled and smiled down at her. I reached out and she flinched before I gently stroked her hair. “It’s ok, baby. Sissy isn’t mad at you.” She let out a nervous laugh, “Hehe. Ye… yeah?” “It wouldn’t be fair of me to punish you for something Sissy did herself.” The confusion on her face was perfect. Like a golf ball set on a tee she was right where I wanted her. I leaned forward and grinned ear to ear, “Sissy isn’t an F.R.B agent.” “Huh?” Susan swings her driver down towards the golf ball. “Sissy is actually a little hunter.” Confusion, realization, and then absolute, unadulterated, abject horror spread across her face. Hole in one! “Sissy also lied about being here for Patrick.” She began pedalling backward, stumbling away from me. I gently reached out and gribbed her ankle pulling her back to me. Prey to the hunter. “Sissy is here for little. Baby. Nicole.” Her desperation to get away. Her shouts, her pleas to be let go. It was all so normal. So typical. So like a little. I was right afterall. Gray’s don’t matter. Black and white, rigid definitions, and clear lines made up our world. Nicole was a little. She always had been on the inside, and thanks to her new big sister, she was on the outside as well. No one batted an eye as the young Susan Marlet walked off of Revalle University’s campus with a swaddled, pacified, and thickly diapered Nicole. Neither was a student after all, and all it took was the soaked and soiled jeans Big Sissy had cleaned up to convince the security guard that the little girl needed to be properly protected. He got a strange look on his face when he saw the irate little’s face, but quickly shook off whatever he had been pondering. Thank god for these infant car seats and their adaptability. Even swaddled she can be nice and safe. I watched in adoration as Nicole continued to shake and writhe in her babyish bonds. No one was the wiser, and I was also satisfied with the image. A little being put back into her place. Gone was the sadistic Nanny, and now we had the lovely if not slightly stinky, wittle baby Nicole. As I got into the car I needed to decide my next stop. Nicole needed to be sent off to Bethany, but that didn’t mean us sisters couldn’t take a quick road trip to Mom and Dad’s. It’ll be nice to show Mom that I can compromise from time to time. Maybe on the way I can pick up something for dad. Him and Nicole would look darling in matching outfits. Mom always liked the sailor look when she punished him for going overboard. Let’s hope she has a spare pink one for her new temporary daughter.

Hello everyone. Hope you are all doing well. Not much writing getting done these days. For those of you were were on my now dead Patreon (rest in peace for you were a monster I could not feed) I asked everyone for some questions directed at the characters of this story. If you have a question you want anwered, let me know in the comments. I'll answer each one here. I hope you enjoy. Iris: Hello? Mommy said that there was someone with a question for me. Thanks for that. I’m glad you took an interest and I hope that I don’t disappoint. Q: Iris - (Based on the bonus addition and regression) Are you still able to play and be friends with Ava and Tiffany? A: Oh. Yeah. I can still play with them and of course they are my friends! It’s just ummm… difficult sometimes. I don’t exactly understand the toys they use all the time, but Mommy says that I’ll get the hang of them soon! She says I need to be out of the Oasis group at least twice a week if I want to go to the Harvest festival with my friends a few months from now. I think that’ll be ok. I really want to go. I guess that’s all for me. Thank you so much for your question! Sarah: Hell yeah! Do you people understand what it’s like going from a hip, young, freedom fighter to the life of a perpetual baby? Well, I can tell you one thing, it definitely means nothing even close to touching a keyboard, even one that’s stupid huge like this one. Anyways, looks like I only got one question. What? Like my story isn’t good enough? Q: What’s one thing you want Bethany to do? A: Easy. I could say let me go, but that ship’s dead in the water. I could also whimsically say, “I jus wan big gurl pannies pwease!” but I also doubt that’s happening. Did you see the fit she had at the store? Anyways. I’d like to be able to go shopping. Just once. In a close store that sells things for above a five year old. I want to walk into a cloths store, lounge around as long as I want, try on whatever I want, pay for it, and then walk out. No mommy picking out my clothes, no babysitter watching me from afar. Just me and a shop. That’s all. I guess that’s all for me. Whatever. The keys are spaced to far apart for this to even work comfortably. However… apparently Mommy doesn’t get to read anything I write, so who’s to say I don’t keep going and prolong the escape from infancy a bit longer. I could write a story here, maybe someone important will see it and let my old friends know I’m still around. I could just keep going and going and never st Bethany: Honestly! The little girl was click clacking away in here with a devious smile. I know when she’s being a naughty thing. Now, let’s see what she wrote… access denied? For heavens sake. As if I don’t have people that can get around this. Well, might as well contribute my part while I’m here. Let’s see what you’ve got. Q: Under what circumstances would you let Sarah <I’d like to be able to go shopping. Just once. In a close store that sells things for above a five year old. I want to walk into a cloths store, lounge around as long as I want, try on whatever I want, pay for it, and then walk out. No mommy picking out my clothes, no babysitter watching me from afar. Just me and a shop. That’s all.>? A: Oh… I just… Well of course I will let her go shopping. What mother wouldn’t let her daughter go on a shopping trip. Just not yet. For now she needs to be taken care of by me still. She hasn’t been without my guidance in years. Some training and decorum is needed. And what mother wouldn’t want to keep an eye on her daughter? So what if she wants to go in alone? She doesn’t need to know if Mommy decides to keep an eye on her through the security cameras. What if she were taken? Then she would thank me. Anyways, I have a little one to feed, wash, and diaper before bedtime. Time for some bonding with my sweet little trouble maker. Hector: Hello everyone. Looks like my sister, Iris, and Sarah all got to chime in. Shame I don’t get to see their answers, or even the questions. To be honest I hope you let Beth have it. I’m still not convinced that what I saw was an actual switch for her, and the girls are still nervous when I bring her up. Either way, at least I can lord over her the fact that I got double the amount of questions she did. Ha! Q: What’s something that either of the girls (or both) do that totally melts your heart? A: I guess “Everything” doesn’t quite fit the bill. It’s also horribly corny. I’m not that old yet. In that case, I’ll have to go with a more recent development. I’ve been giving both girls more ‘baby’ time. I want to simulate the growing bonds of sisters between the two and hope this helps. Anyways, ever since I got access to some of those children’s movies from Ava’s dimension the two like to spend the night watching either movies, or TV and nearly like clockwork, around 14:30 p.m. both are asleep leaning on one another. Watching them all curled up in their blankets, with their binkies softly bobbing in and out with their arms, legs, and hair tangled together is the perfect cuddle puddle. If I had a picture, I’d share it… yeah right. Q: Do you have any interest in dating or getting married? If so, what characteristics are you looking for in a partner? And why are you still single? A: You sound just like my mother. Honestly, I don’t know. It’s not like I haven’t tried, and it’s not like I lack options, but nothing has really panned out. I even have a date set up with Felicity from our sound development department this next weekend. She’s smart and kind, and she even has a little of her own. I’d like to eventually find love, but I don’t see the value in throwing myself into a relationship that won’t pan out. Hopefully Felicity feels the same and we maybe go out again. But first I need to find a babysitter for the girls. Well that’s it for me. Ava hasn’t stopped bouncing up and down at the mention that she got so many questions and Tiffany is beat red at the thought of what you all might ask her. Makes sense though. Those two are the world’s most perfect, adorable, and interesting baby girls. Now to figure out which one goes first. Tiffany: Hi! Hey… er hello? Ava never learns. She just can’t compete with my mastery of hand eye coordination and overall brilliance. Hehe… anyways. Hi I guess. I’m not really sure why we are doing this… It’s fun I guess. Answering questions and all about ourselves to people from Ava’s dimension. I guess you all just want to know more. It’s important to learn afterall! Let’s see what you want to know. I hope it helps! Q: What’s the dumbest thing Ava’s ever done? A: Good god, there is so much. I’m going to stick purely to what I have directly seen or I’ll never be able to narrow it down. The spicy food was top tier stupid Ava moments, as was her outbursts at the mall. Nothing quiet tops the time she tried to change herself in the morning after her blowout. Mess everywhere, jammies ruined, carpet stained, and Daddy. Was. Furious! I was sure she was never gonna sit down again after that. She got sent with Iris to the Oasis group the next day in a crawler diaper. She was super unhappy when we got home as the nannies were told not to change her either. Last time she tried changing herself. At least for now. Q: What’s the cutest thing about your sister? A: By far it’s when I pick a “good” movie or show on my turn for T.V. time. Daddy hooked up the T.V. to show some of the stuff you guys watch, but he doesn’t want Ava to hog the time so we switch every other night. She has absolutely zero poker face and when I even hover over something she likes, she’ll break out into a huge grin. Bouncing up and down and squealing are reserved for only the best of the best, but I’m sure you get what I mean when I say it’s positively adorable. Q: When do you feel the most loved? A: Ummm. When Daddy hums for me. Don’t tell Ava, but sometimes, when he thinks I’m sleeping in his arms he hums this song that I’ve never heard anywhere else. It’s really deep and the way his chest vibrates as he patts my bottom. I can’t describe how much I just want to ‘wake up’ and throw my arms around him, but I know that time is special for us and him thinking I’m asleep is just part of it. Q: What was your favorite client project and why? A: I shouldn’t really tell you this, but supposedly this isn’t going to be seen from anyone on this side. Daddy actually commissioned me once. The company was doing a fundraiser for kids with bectofluidia and he wanted the company maskot to look a little more kid friendly and in doctor’s attire. It was special because he treated me exactly how all my other clients treat me. He fully expected a professional product at the end of my work. I wasn’t his daughter, or his babygirl, but for those few days I was Tiffany the graphic designer. Well that does it for my questions. I hope I helped? I thought you all would like to hear more about our dimension and how things worked, but all the questions were more personal. I hope whatever research you’re doing is aided by what I wrote! Ava: Let the record show that Tiffany is and always will be a cheater. Anyways. HELLLLLOOOOO! Not only am I allowed to type on Tiffany’s computer like an actual adult, but I get to talk to everyone from over there. How are things? I doubt this will get out to the actual public, but if it does, could someone tell my mom and dad… you can tell them that… nevermind. Anyways, I’m glad that out of everyone, it was I Ava Westfield, who received the most questions. So to my loving fans, ask away. Q: Ava - (Based on the bonus addition) How are you handling Iris's regression? Are you still friends/able to play with Iris? A: Of course. She is still my friend. Not everyone gets the whole quiet/calm thing she has going on, but she’s really sweet. She gets to leave the infant section once a week and play with us in the daycare area so I always make sure Daddy takes us on those days. And she still comes over here and we go over there. It’s weird to see her fully delve into the role of baby, but honestly I think she kind of needed it. She actually smiles a lot more now, and she’s kind of “growing back up”? Anyways, she will be out and back with us full time soon enough. Even she can handle the full regressed treatment so long. Q: What’s the best thing Hector’s done? A: He’s cool, I guess. The T.V. shows were nice, and him letting me write this was nice too. I do like sometimes how he hugs me. It’s so warm and firm and his arms are so big that they completely cover me. He always carries me so gentle. After being carried by so many giants, you start to tell which ones really care by how they hold you, and Hector… cares alot. He’s good. Q: What’s the cutest thing about your sister? A: How much of a lying dork she is. She pretends to be this know it all grand master of the baby slave ways, but in reality she’s a big ol dumb crybaby who is absolutely INFATUATED with her Daddy. She frikken melts in his arms and will just absolutely lose all kinds of tension in her body when he picks her up when he gets us from daycare. She is 150% a bonafide Daddy’s girl. Q: When do you feel the most loved? A: Okay so maybe I kind of get the whole being picked up thing now. Like, Tiffany always rushes to Daddy and gets to be picked up first, but sometimes we don’t notice he’s there and he’ll just… lift me up. Then it’s just me in his arms, and he always smells nice, and is just holding me so gently. It’s like being in one of those swinging hammocks where you just lay back and enjoy the rocking motion. Yeah... Q: Given the choice now, would you go back to your dimension? A: I… don’t want to answer that question. Sorry… Welp. That does it I guess. Good questions. Thanks. Important Note: Also, if you are curious about the whereabouts and ultimate ending for Nanny. Check out my other story, "Little Hunter." You really don't even have to read the other chapters. The story is episodic and chapter four is going up right after this comment. I hope you enjoy.

I have always liked the idea of regression therapy. Especially for a child soldier who not only lost everything but "died" for the whims of selfish people, I think being able to relive her childhood would be a great theraputic experience. I think we all can relate to the feeling of isolation in a new place. Whether we moved to a new city, started going to a new school, or just started working at our first job. There will be people all around us that have so much more time with the people you are spending your time with. The in jokes, the history, events are all missing for us. In this dimension full of weird tech, odd customers, huge adults, and huge diapers being able to start completely over as if you are born again is what draws me into this diaper dimension genre. Also, next week I am posting the results of the Q/A I had on Patreon. If anyone here has any questions for these characters, let me know. I'll post the answers you all have seperately, so no rush. Just think what you would want to ask the characters. Thanks.