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Wow! I'm completely honored. That was an absolutely stellar review and I'm glad to have you on board. Guess I can't quit anytime soon. Hahaha. Let me answer your questions; 1. Yes, this is the same day as the daycare trip. The chapters pick up right after one another. I'll make sure it is clear if a major time skip has happened. I like linear stories where you follow the characters closely. That may change coming up for entertainments sake, but like I said, it will be clearly marked. 2. Unfortunately, for Ava, there has been no off screen potty time. After returning from Daycare she was unable to use the potty since she emptied herself during the movie. Trust me, I wouldn't let you all miss out on her crowning achievement!

These are some of the questions I also asked myself going through this chapter. More is explained later (Each chapter with Gabi will focus on more of the technology and methodology). The tubes are each potential littles. Cloning is a slow process. In this chapter I described how too much use of the nanites can actually be harmful. The reheal cream being necessary. The nanites use the energy and matter within the body (thus not breaking laws of physics.) I was also thinking of using the portal's dimensional jumping to also create a place where speed was reduced, causing time dilation. This technology opens up its own set of problems that would send the Amazons way too far into the future. So I canned that idea. The tubes hint that there are candidates that are likely to need extraction that P.A.C.l knows about well in advance. They are selected through mental and physical risk assessments and are then tracked. In the next chapter, I go into more detail about how the clone is matched to the person. Drugs, wounds, etc, are updated real time to match the little.

I am sorry to disappoint, but Doctor Gabi will remain unpadded in my stories. The reluctance comes from the duality of her position, something I highlight more in her next chapter. The job, by its nature, requires her to watch littles get into deadly experiences, however, she is given the chance to save them. Most doctors only see the aftermath, not the process leading up to the incident. Also, as far as the Gabi vs. Gabriela thing goes, that's a character trait for Miranda. She did the same thing with Phil. When things are playful she calls him Phil. However, when she starts off reprimanding him, she addresses him as Doctor Philippe. By the way, I have decided to post the next actual chapter tomorrow. Today I think should give Gabi a chance to shine. However, she seems to already be a fan favorite and I will be writing more for her. You'll see her return as a character in the main story, as well as her own flashbacks. That's way later though.

Fuck. Thank you for seeing that. I shall now eliminate all evidence.

I will freely admit so. Lol. I'm not a foodie so you can't get to my heart through my stomach, but head pats are definitely the bees knees.

Gotcha. Hmmmm. A story about the inner workings of an Amazon society would be fun to make as a collab. You could have everything from politics, to banking, farming, etc. Its a super advanced society with a huge market for baby slaves. The differences in the general work force would be interesting.

Sorry everyone. Moo3ye is now my favorite fan. Quite-Tiff is a very close second. ?. That being said, let me answer your questions, and ask some of my own. 1. Hypnosis is a very prevalent thing. The psychological aspect behind P.A.C.l's program is also highly secretive because of this inherent flaw. Who knows. A company might just kidnap a random portal little and program them with this mentality to reduce cost. 2. I'm not sure what you are talking about with your comment about marketing. Do you mean DD as diaper dimension, or daily diaper? And by this being real, do you mean this kind of Amazon society and technology, or like a physical book version of my writing? Lots of questions. My bad. 3. Hector's family is involved, but to a small amount. He is friends with the Director. Miranda, Iris's mommy. Their technology is also used, and they have invested, but they hold no serious sway past that. Being a donor does come with benefits though. 4. I'll post later today. I'm not ashamed to say pride is my downfall and comments like this hit me right in the sweet spot. Thanks again for reading.

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter is violent and is based on a true story. It is also not necessary for the actual main story. This is a background from the perspective of an Amazon working at the portal adoption agency where Ava and Iris came from. I would recommend the read as it explains the lore of this world a bit better and I firmly believe we should understand the violence of our own world. This chapter is long, so I will not be posting anything else until Monday, unless someone gives me a good reason to post later today. Maybe one of you babies is traumatized and needs more Ava. Let me know if you have any questions or want more of this. I am planning on extending this short to incorporate Ava's arrival as well as Iris's later in the story. Chapter 46.5: Doctor Montoya So close. She had been soooooo tantalizingly close to graduating from med school. Top of her class, exemplary extra curriculars, and no demerits. Walking into the dean's office to find a strange man with an expensive suit had Gabreila Montoya nervous. Her rich dark tanned skin and curled black hair were the visage of youthful beauty, yet underneath she could feel herself wracked with questions. Stupidly she had listened as her dean told her about the opportunity to have her entire college debt wiped away along with guaranteed employment… so long as she stayed for two more years to get another degree. This time in interdimensional physics. Daydreaming about the opportunity to lord this over her classmates, her brothers, and anyone else she knew blinded her eyes for a moment. Long enough for her errant hand to reach over and sign on the dotted line. The slog began shortly afterward. She was now ‘technically’ an employee of the Procurement Agency for Childlike Littles or P.A.C.l. Nevermind that a capital L ruins the acronym. Rich parents loved the babyish acronym. Not only was she required to take the normal classes that come with the degree. Daily lessons were also given by a current employee. She was positive that the coursework was designed to drive her insane. College life fell away quickly. Parties were a thing of the past, babysitting was also on hold (though the loss of income was easily supplemented by her stipend). She nearly quit. Her contract didn’t even require her to finish the new degree for her previous to be paid off. Nothing was forcing her to mentally and spiritually kill herself… except for one question, “What’s at the end?” She was curious. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Something about killing the cat, or whatever. Sue her, no one just drops this kind of thing into another Amazon’s lap without a nice bit of gold at the end of the rainbow. So, Gabriela stuck it out. Walking the stage a second time was less of a triumph and more of a starting line this time. What had those countless nights opened up for her? Two years after signing her name and her first morning felt like a horrible combination of her dream come true, mixed with her worst nightmare. As is so often with doctor’s of her caliber, each day meant that she would see the horrors that an unforgiving world can bring upon a person, but it was her job (and her passion) to fix those damages. The only difference, she quickly learned, was that all of her patients were from an entirely different world. It had baffled her at first to watch a world run by littles. They had jobs, and cars, and homes, and responsibilities, and tiny, tiny toilets. It was all so bizarre. This world was decades, if not centuries less advanced than her own world. That was when she was shown the less pretty pictures. She could feel her heart break as she watched a little stoned to death, and her blood began to boil when her little friend was shot trying to protect her. How dare they! Spankings, etiquette school, teeth ripped out, hypnotized! All these little monsters with no adults in sight needed to be punished. Once she had calmed down she was taken to see the director. The pristine white skin and fiery red hair of Miranda O’Connor was enough to leave Gabriela in a state of mild awe. Realizing she was face to face with her boss for the first time Gabriela quickly steeled herself. “Miss O’Connor. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Extending her hand Gabriela shook the woman who stood nearly a foot taller than her. “Gabi. Likewise.” Gabriela flinched. Miranda tilted her head to the side, “Something amiss?” “Oh. Um, nothing ma’am. I uh… just don’t like that nickname.” She immediately felt stupid. That wasn’t the first impression she was hoping for. “It suits you. Gabi.” Miranda circled the recent graduate as she continued to talk, “Excited, energetic, happy go lucky, a ray of sunshine. Doctor Gabi. What’s wrong with that?” Turning to face her boss Gabriela wasn’t sure how to respond, “It’s just… kind of childish. Like something you might call a little.” “Hmmm? You’re quite tall for a little.” What is going on with this woman? Miranda smiled and then walked towards the door, “Tell you what. Try it out for a week and see if it doesn’t garner some friendliness.” Following her boss out the door Gabi decided it wasn’t worth fighting over. Through the clean, well lit corridors the two made their way back to the same room that Gabi had seen the gruesome event. What else are they going to show me? Miranda sauntered over to the technician manning the screen, “Brandon. Please pull up what you showed Doctor Gabi a minute ago.” Great, the same thing. Can’t look squeamish in front of the boss. The wide T.V size screen sped through space before the two watched time rewind itself. “Pause there.” At the command the screen froze. The boy’s body had been dragged away at this point. The girl lay against the wooden pole drilled into the dry dirt, hands above her head, blood trickling down from all over and pooling into the ground below. Her head was slumped and the stones still being cast floating menacingly in the air. Ready for time to resume and their target to be finished. “This looks about right. Brandon, how off am I?” The young man looked at his own monitor before whistling, “Phew. Seven seconds off.” The director clicked her tongue, “Early or late?” “Early.” “Huh. Phil cut it too close this time. Bring the video to his extraction time.” “As my lord commands.” Apparently Brandon fancied himself a jokester. Something that had Gabi flinch, but Miranda chuckle. The world continued and a nasty hit to the head had the little’s neck bend at a wholly unpleasant angle. The screen froze as the blood gushed out from the newest laceration and Gabi knew that out of everything, that would be the wound that sealed this littles fate. “Doctor Gabi.” The woman flinched at her name. “Yes, Miss O’Connor?” “Miranda for now dear. What do you think?” Gabi felt her stomach turn once again, “It’s horrible. How can they do that to each other?” “No. No. I want your clinical diagnosis.” She didn’t even have to think about it, “Based on what I’ve seen, there is nothing that can be done.” Miranda frowned, “Oh. That’s too bad.” Gabi felt similarly, “If they had an emergency nanite cluster, maybe she could recover eventually, but with their technology, that little will die.” Miranda perked up, “Ah. So what you were saying was that given her location, nothing can be done.” “Yes, Miss… Miranda.” Gabi watched Miranda turn to face her with an eager look on her face. “Go on, Doctor. Tell me more. Let’s say this little was in your care. Could you save her? What would you need?” Miranda didn’t wait for an answer but turned on her heels and walked out of the room. Following her, Gabi continued with a list of treatments. After the E.N.C. stabilized the little, they would need to focus on any kind of damage to the brain. While the head surgeon worked then another team would need to check for internal bleeding. Once that was handled, the body wouldn’t be able to handle any more nanite activity. They would have to use reheal cream to temporarily close the wounds. On and on the possibilities of what damage the little had received flew from Gabi’s mouth. Occasionally, Miranda would ask a question. It seemed like the director wasn’t just some figure head. It was a portal company she helped run, but she at least had an advanced knowledge of medicine. Eventually the two came to a small thin room that looped around a glass wall. Peering inside Gabi saw a surgical team hard at work. It was difficult to tell, but once the head surgeon moved away from the table the little from the other dimension lay unconscious, but stable. Miranda headed over to an intercom and pressed down on the large red button, “Doctor Philippe. How goes the operation?” The doctor turned around to address the redhead, “Ah, director. Very well. She will make it through just fine.” Miranda leaned on the button again, “Oh? You certainly have your work cut out for you, what with the timing of your extraction, along with turning your back on the patient.” The doctor held up his fingers and began counting down. Once he had gotten to zero, the monitor beeped and one of the assisting nurses began relaying the readings, “Blood pressure stabilizing, heart rate is ok, head trauma… has been repaired. Mental acuity has been restored!” The doctor gave a bow and turned around to continue the operation. Gabi heard Miranda mumble, “God, why does genius get wrapped up in such an arrogant package.” The button was pressed again, “Doctor Phil, please describe your process to your new junior here; Doctor Gabi.” “Doctor Gabriela Montoya. Top graduate of your class two years ago, highest recommended student we had ever canvassed, and the bestest babysitter ever from the mouth of a little by the name of… Nelly I believe.” Gabi was shocked. These people really had scouted her. She smiled at the thought of Nelly talking about her. These past two years she hadn’t been able to see her old neighbor’s little very often. Maybe a trip this weekend was in order. “If you don’t mind an old coot like me giving you a lesson, listen carefully.” Phil went through the procedure, apparently what Gabi had watched when she arrived had been real time in the little’s world. It was grounding to find out how quickly Doctor Phil was able to bring this little back from the brink of death, but it was also exciting to learn that she was mostly on point with her own assessment. The few differences could be chalked up to the surgeon's preference, but in the end, the two had come to very similar treatments. “That will be all, Phil. Once you're finished, come to my office, I want to discuss a few of your other cases.” A thumbs up was all the director received as she left to once again be tailed by Gabi. Back in her office Miranda offered Gabi a drink and a chair at a small table by her balcony window. Executives live quite the high life. Even if this is only the fourth floor. “See. You were spot on. Well, nearly.” Amanda took a sip of her own drink before setting it down. “No need to be worried about such silly things, like a cute nickname.” Gabi twirled the glass in her hand, “You know. Your company kept a lot secret in the whole hiring process. Namely what you do, and why you hired me.” “So everything?” “Yeah, everything.” The air was heavy and the silence between the two left the young woman feeling uncomfortable. Miranda broke through with a rather nonchalant comment, “We aren’t a charity you know.” “You just abduct littles from another dimension who are hurt, fix them up, and adopt them out.” “See we did tell you some of the details.” Gabi felt her eyes roll, “Yeah, the name kind of gave it away combined with what I just saw.” Now was as good a time as ever to join her new boss in drinking. The recent college grad drained a quarter of the glass before setting it down with a thunk. “You know with all those littles watching you portal that girl out…” “Aisha.” “Aisha?” “Aisha. The name of that little is Aisha.” Gabi huffed, “Whatever. When all those littles saw you portal Aisha out, you broke like 15 different interdimensional travel laws!” “I see your class on the subject was well worth it. Right on the money. That is, if anyone saw what happened.” Miranda continued to sip at the drink. “Even if you managed to blind every little in that stadium. Great, you’ve only broken 6 laws then. An aggressive federal prosecutor could probably argue 8.” Miranda got up and moved to a drop down screen by her bookshelf, pressing a few buttons the image from before with Aisha’s head bent backwards appeared on the camera. Miranda looked at Gabi as she pressed play, “I wouldn’t be so sure.” The video resumed with the crowd yelling at the lifeless Aisha. More stones were cast until the little was a bloody pulp. Completely beyond saving, Amazon tech or not. “Wait. How did you...” The video was rewound to the point a few seconds before the forehead stones impact. This time, several windows with medical information popped up, including heart rate, blood pressure, and real time brain scan. After the video resumed Gabi watched everything suddenly change at the ‘extraction point’. Miranda smirked, “See something strange, Doctor Gabi?” “Obviously. One second the little…” “Aisha.” “One second Aisha is showing all the signs of stress and trauma, and the next absolutely nothing. No drop, no deterioration. She went from a badly injured little, to a corpse in a moment.” “That’s because,” Amanda pressed several buttons and the screen now showed row, upon row of containers with green liquid in a laboratory. Inside, hooked up to wires, tubes, and all kinds of tech were littles. Gabi was putting things together as Miranda strang her along, “that wasn’t Aisha. That was a clone, carefully crafted to look identical to Aisha.” Thinking back to her studies, Gabi remembered one of the few fields of science that remained fiction, “Cloning has never worked on even a native, let alone someone who has never even been to this dimension. The cloned creature has always been lifeless.” “Exactly!” Gabi felt like a freshman all over again, “Which wouldn’t matter given the situation.” Miranda chuckled once more, “There you go. If it makes you feel any better, you picked up on the whole thing faster than almost anyone else.” Returning to her drink she gulped down the rest, “So. Doctor Gabi, why are we doing all of this?” The comment from before about her law class got her thinking. What other classes had she been assigned that didn’t fit in with her second degree. Probably the Maternal Psychology class. “Portal littles have an observable effect on the development of little fever. So any portal little would do. If it’s not something that affects the client directly, it has to do with the little.” “You’re on the right track. Now what do Amazon women want, besides a portal little?” “One they can baby?” “Yes. Keep going.” “They want to baby a portal little… but portal littles are notorious for being hostile!” Miranda poured herself another glass, topping Gabi’s while she was at it, “Ding, ding, ding. She’s got it.” The genius of it all was amazing, “You take littles who have nothing else in their homeworld, due to their supposed death.” “Right.” “They are brought into a world they find unpleasant, but having been saved from a previous deadly encounter.” “Right.” “They are then adopted to women who look after them and while most portal littles would see this as an act of aggression, these littles will look to them as protectors, hell, even saviors.” Miranda brought Gabi her drink, “Exciting. Isn’t it?” “It’s perfect! Why haven’t I heard about this?” “You asked before about why we were so secretive.” Gabi happily gave the drink another gulp, “True. You’d want to build a base, make sure your methods are streamlined, and then corner a market.” “I don’t remember assigning you business classes.” Gabi blushed. Miranda knew how to work a new employee, “Thanks. So what now?” “Well, right now we toast to a new employee.” Raising their glasses the two toasted to the future of both Gabi and P.A.C.l.

You shall find out tomorrow. I just finished writing chapter 46.5. It follows an amazon doctor at the facility where Ava comes from. It's about double the length of a normal chapter, so I feel accomplished. Hopefully no actual doctors read my stories. Lol. My engineer ignorance is on proud display. Is it bleeding? Wrap it. Feeling sick? Ibuprofen and sleep. Does a wound hurt? Alcohol.

That might be where I first saw it. Yeah, I definatly can't claim I was the first to come up with this method of adoption. This will be my own version though. I try to mix new ideas with other more established DD lore.

You know what? I'm going to make a short story tomorrow about this process so everyone knows exactly what's going on. Thanks for the question, it's helping me get the creative juices flowing.

Why would "he" do that? You mean Hector, right? He didn't have any control over her coming over. The adoption agency tracked her once they designated her as a potential self threat. When she was about to die they brought her over, she was fixed, and then potential parents would be notified. Hector's mother didn't target Ava, she was just one of the potential adopters. As far as being brutalized; Hector's mother wouldn't have seen it that way. Ava was by no means a good person, and she needed a firm hand. Given what has happened since, it should be clear that the restraints Hector's mom used were mild compared to what could happen even at daycare. I hope that clears up your questions. I like the idea of "adults" in our world who can't take care of themselves and end up getting into a lethal situation are adopted. It fits with the theme of this chapter. Ava was not responsible. She never grew up, so she needs that parental love now. The philosophical question during Tiffany's story was also hard. Hector has lived in the lap of luxury his entire life. He has been in a position well above those around him. "Would you sacrifice a life you know nothing about, to save someone right in front of you?" I think most of us would say no, however, someone like him might say yes and in this case did.

Oh ho ho ho. This chapter is background heavy, and just plain heavy in general. Tissue alert issued! Enjoy! Chapter 46: Empty The sound of whines came from upstairs as Ava sorted through the menu. The wording was a tad different, but it looked just like what she would expect back home. Curiosity got the better of her and she scrolled down to the section ‘For Littles’. Huh? Chicken fingers, mac n cheese, and cup of beans. There's barely anything? I was at least expecting some kind of tiny taco platter. Oh well. Not like I was going to order from that menu anyways. The Piping Hot Pepper Farm Platter sounded fun. She thought back to the nights at Uni when she and her friends would take turns eating progressively hotter foods at this week's choice of seedy restaurants. She wasn’t the best, but she held her own. Subtly feeling the padding around her hips she smiled. Still dry. And soon to get real food. For how shitty this morning was, at least things are looking up. “But I have so much left! Daddy!” Hector came back into the room with Tiffany over his shoulder. He was smiling the whole way and lightly patting Tiffany’s bottom under her gym shorts. “You can finish up tomorrow. You have plenty of time.” With a humph, Tiffany was sat down next to Ava who handed her the phone with the menu. Tiffany took one look and recoiled, “Ew Fiorn food. Daddy!” “Don’t you Daddy me. Ava picked this. She said that it was similar to food from her own home. If you really don’t want it, I’m sure I could get you a bottle or some strained peas. Ava, you’ve decided what you wanted?” “Yeah. Uh. I’ll take the Piping Hot Pepper Farm Platter.” Hector looked skeptical, “Are you sure. That’s pretty spicy. How about the Mild Mildosa Meal?” There he goes again. “I’ve had spicy things before. I can handle anything you could.” “Ava. We’ve been through this once already today. I’m getting you something more mild.” Remembering the state of her previous pull ups, Ava was finding herself backed into another corner. “I could handle it.” Hector picked her up before sitting down. Ava found herself on Hector’s lap facing him. Hector spoke softly, “Ava, I understand you are upset with your circumstances and that you want to regain the freedom you had before coming here, but your attitude and defiance are only making things harder.” Ava was caught off guard by the little intervention she was receiving. Her first instinct was to call Hector a douche and take a swing, but decided against it. “How would you feel if someone taller than you, kidnapped you, forced you to dress like a baby, and treat you like your inferior.” “How many accidents have you had?” “You… a few… but you even said that it was because I’m recovering.” Hector pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, “Yes. I did say that, and it was wrong of me to lie.” “Huh?” “You were so upset that you had an accident that I felt like a little white lie would help you along, but you’ve been using it as a crutch.” Ava couldn’t really comprehend what he was saying. “So that means…” “Yes. Those accidents were all you. Not being able to hold back or losing control when you’re scared. That’s permanent.” Ava felt tears at the thought of this all being a new part of her, “Why?” “You're a little sweetheart.” “But… but I didn’t have this problem back home.” “You never wet yourself while you were out partying with alcohol?” “...” “You never had to rush to the bathroom and narrowly avoided soiling yourself?” “It was never this bad.” “Of course not. But now your body recognizes that the toilet isn’t the only place you can do your business. You’ve become used to your diapers.” This is ridiculous. “You’ve drugged me again.” “I...” Ava shouted at the man, “You want me to believe this is all my fault, and that I deserve this treatment, but I don’t!” “Ava, I didn’t…” “You’re lying. That’s all you giants ever do it lie!” Ava felt hot, red hot. She could feel her muscles tightening and her skin itched all over. It hurt to breathe, like she was inhaling ice. A tiny hand placed itself on Ava’s back. She spun around with all the fury she could muster pouring from her eyes. Tiffany had a sad smile on her face, “Ava. He didn’t drug you.” “What would you know? You're just brainwashed like everyone else here.” “Daddy… Hector wouldn’t do that.” Of course he would. They all would. “I… I was walking out of the electronics store when it happened.” What? What is she talking about? “I saw that they had a sale for a new graphics card that I really wanted.” The soft rubbing on her back was unwelcome, and yet it felt kind of nice. Tiffany continued, “Usually I was smarter. I always ordered online and had my things dropped off. But, this graphics card was normally half of what I’d make in a month. This sale meant I could improve my designs and maybe make even more. It was risky and I was stupid.” Ava could feel herself pulled into Hector as he continued softly rubbing her back. She watched Tiffany’s emotional recount as she began to regain her breathing. “It was something I had eaten the previous night. The cramping had started in the store, but I was so close. Looking back, the cashier must have seen what was going to happen and purposefully stalled. I made it only a few yards from the front of the store before I lost control.” Do littles really have such poor control here? “A woman passing by noticed.” Tiffany began to tear up, “I… I couldn’t stop her. She was too big, too strong. I fought back but I knew that it was all over. My life, my career. But I realised something. At that moment, when I thought I lost everything. I realised I didn’t really have much to lose.” Hector’s free arm reached out and wiped a tear from Tiffany’s cheek before giving it an affectionate rub. She smiled through the pain and continued. “I was too scared to leave the apartment, too scared to make friends, too scared to actually live. By the time the spanking was over, I had already given in.” Hector chimed in, “You were a pretty sad little.” Tiffany let out a pained chuckle, “Yeah. But Hector found me there and found the graphics card scattered on the ground.” “Truth be told, I had actually come to pick up the same one. It was a really good deal.” “He made a deal with that woman.” “I’d finance a little from etiquette school for her if she let me handle Tiffany. She was skeptical at first, but the call I made to a friend of mine had her set up in a few minutes.” Ava looked up at Hector. She felt her emotions calm down and her reason return to her, “Why, though?” “You remember how I said I had never wanted a little?” Ava nodded her head, “Mhm.” “Well I never liked how so many Amazons treat their littles, nor did I like the idea of… how did you put it? A baby slave doll.” “So why not just let her go?” “Well I realised something as Tiffany clung to me.” Ava looked over to Tiffany, who had grown red, “I was scared, but Hector was really gentle and he smelled nice. I couldn’t explain it, but I already knew he was a good person.” Hector rubbed Tiffany’s hair, “Awww. You’re not so bad yourself, princess.” Ava felt tired, “What did you learn?” Hector looked down at her and smiled, “Sometimes you littles need some help.” Ava sulked, “You just want someone you can look down on.” She felt two firm arms wrap around her, “No. I want someone I can shower in love and guidance.” Ava felt the tears come back. Her emotions were on a rollercoaster. No one wants that. They want someone they can control, or someone they can get with, or someone they can gloat about to their friends. Everyone has ulterior motives. “You’re lying. You enjoy the way you treat us.” “Who wouldn’t love taking care of you two. It doesn’t hurt that when I Daddy the both of you, that I get to see the two cutest littles on the planet.” “You barely know me.” You’ll just toss me aside when you find something better, or you get tired of me. “You’re a third year law student about to flunk out if you got so much as one more failing grade.” “What?” He knew. He KNEW! “You spend your weekends drinking and doing questionable things with friends you don’t even like.” “I… I like my friends.” Ava meant to come off as forceful, but her voice petered out. She thought for a moment, would any of them miss her? Would any of them even look for her after she was taken here? Andrew would! “My boyfriend! He was in love with me! He’s probably still looking…” “Andrew was cheating on you.” Ava felt the wind rush out of her lungs. Hector looked… sad? He looked at her with pity in his eyes. “You knew. He was only interested in your looks. You knew it wasn’t going to last.” Ava felt like her world was crashing down. Like someone had looked inside her and broken the pillars that held her up. “My parents…” “Were never there.” “They loved me. I was their child!” “They left you alone to live their lives. You resented them for making you grow up on your own. You surrounded yourself with people you could afford to lose because you’ve never had a stable connection with someone important.” “How?” “How, what?” She wasn’t angry, she wasn’t sad, she was empty. Hector had pulled back the layers of her inner self and was looking at her insides. Her lonely empty insides. “How do you know all of this?” “When we pull someone from your dimension it isn’t random.” “Then why me?” Hector looked down at her with a more serious expression. He continued to rub her back as he reached over to the end table and pulled a tissue. Drying her tears he brought it up to her nose, “Blow.” Humiliated, Ava blew like a child into the offered tissue. With her nose clear, her breathing was somewhat easier. As she was cleared out, the sting in her eyes, nose, and one her cheeks was becoming annoying. Hector waited for her to regain her steady breathing before continuing, “Do you remember your last night before you were brought here?” Ava thought back. She and Andrew had an argument and she went out with a few friends to go enjoy some late night freedom. She couldn’t remember if it was a Wednesday or Thursday, but she remembered feeling slightly guilty. Going out late, meant she was going to miss poly-sci in the morning. She could just copy the notes though. The party had been fun, but was low tier as far as what she had experienced in the past. She looked up to Hector and felt her voice was still shaky, “Kin...kinda.” “You were out partying on a school night after a fight with your boyfriend. Do you remember what you did there?” Ava shrugged, “Dance. Drink. I don’t know.” “Yes. You did all that, but do you remember what you did towards the end of the night?” Ava thought hard. She remembered getting bored and going up to the host's bedroom with a few of her friends. He wanted to show them something. “I went up to the guy’s room and he had something.” “Drugs. He had drugs in his room. Many you had never tried before. One he convinced you was safe.” A blurry memory of a white line on a table flashed across her internal thoughts. “I tried cocaine?” “He cut it with methylphenidate?” Ava was confused. “Methyl… what?” “Methylphenidate. Ritalin. It’s another stimulant.” Asking about herself was becoming weird, “What happened to me?” “Your heart had been worn out from the caffeine, low exercise, poor eating habits, stress, and drug use.” “Did… did I…” “Ava, you overdosed and your heart failed.” Ava felt her chest and looked at Hector, “Is… is this Hell?” Hector smiled and kissed the top of her head, “I don’t know much about your afterlife, but I doubt a little girl who partied too hard would be eternally damned. No honey. This isn’t Hell and you didn’t actually die.” “Then what happened?” “You were pulled through the portal once it was determined that you would not be saved in time. A duplicate was placed where you were left, and you were treated in this world.” He poked her chest, “All the damage you did was fixed and you have a healthy heart again.” Ava thought back to what Iris had said, “You took away the bad.” Hector pulled her close. She could smell his cologne and for the first time, took notice. Mmmm. Pine. Reminds me of christmas. When was the last time I had a real Christmas tree? When I was five, maybe. He smells nice. “You were never bad. Maybe a little naughty sometimes. But never bad. You just needed someone to love you. To fully love you.” “You don’t know me.” “I know enough.” “Can… can you just… hold me here. Just for a minute.” She felt his hands pet the back of her head. “Sure thing, pumpkin.

Your story has a fantastic concept and I've enjoyed reading it to completion. The only things I would complain about are the last two chapters. They feel rushed. Both the Demon appearing during the LPS investigation, and the hatch in the nursery leading to the crystals felt out of place. No build up, or foreshadowing. One paragraph they don't exist and then the entire story shifts. It felt like you were trying to tell two stories at once. You may want to have slower shifts between Baby Mel, and sorcerous Amellia. Again, I loved the story, this is only constructive criticism. I look forward to your next story, or the continuation you linked. ?

So, I think I found what has been blocking my writing. Chapter 51 was kind of fun to right, but looking over it, I don't like what it does for the characters, and I don't like what I have to write after it. I'm going to delete it and start again. Hopefully that will end the block. I'm still going to post regularly. (It looks like a Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule) Once again, I love the comments and DMs I get. If you want to see anything, feel free to DM me or leave a comment. I might post a poll later based on what private messages say and we can figure out what everyone wants going forward. Now, on to the next chapter. Enjoy. Chapter 45: The Night of Wet Pull Ups Small group of college aged kids. Check! Small town with basically no law enforcement. Check! Annoying talk of the occult. Check! This had all the markings of a bad horror flick in the first fifteen minutes. The fact that Ava could barely tell what they were talking about didn’t help. Why would a movie have them talking about extra dimensional gobble D gook? No one is going to follow this. Wait… Since the dialogue didn’t really suit her tastes, Ava was more concerned with the scenery and characters. The lead female protagonist had long brown hair, brown eyes, and very similar eyebrows to Ava. In fact, the more Ava looked, the more she thought this girl could be her doppleganger. “Who is that actress? She looks a lot like me.” “I don’t know, but it makes sense that she looks like you. Take a look at her when it shows her profile.” Ava concentrated, but couldn’t see what Hector was trying to point out. “I don’t get it.” “The face overlay doesn’t quite match at the hairline. They must have rushed production.” “Face overlay.” “Yeah. Look at the guy they keep calling Brent. Look familiar.” Once again, Ava was stumped, “Not really?” Hector mocked being hurt, “Oof. The beautiful, jet black hair? The rigid jaw line? That perfect smile?” Ava just shook her head. “That’s me!” Ava was shocked. Wasn’t this guy supposed to be some family rich kid? Why would he get into acting? “That’s you?” “Well not me exactly.” He sat back in his chair, “They used a face overlay to get him to look more like me.” Sounds like CGI, “So wait, that girl is SUPPOSED to look like me? How did they…” “With the same facial recognition I mentioned earlier. A lot of movies like to do this. Makes it feel like you're in the movie. Usually it’s just as background or side characters, but horrors like to make the main characters into duplicates of the audience.” It certainly was cool. Seeing her face on the big screen was kind of nice. “Why the difference between genres” Hector’s face broke into a somewhat devilish smile, “Oh you’ll see.” And see she did. When the horrible abomination revealed itself as some kind of symbiote from another world, Ava felt uncomfortable seeing herself stabbed through the shoulder. However, this was only the beginning. The movie had a mix of jump scares, eerie ambiance, genuinely fearful acting, and special effects that looked better than real life. When the camera angle began to shake and move around in the first person, Ava breathed a sigh of relief as her character picked up the test tube the monster had gotten out of. Suddenly the screen was covered in splattered blood as a hook was jammed through her chest. Ava jumped and felt her underwear warm. Desperately she tried to clench down, but the deed was done. She looked over towards Hector who was casually watching the film when the loud sound of a knife slicing through flesh brought Ava’s attention back to her character's dismembered head. The movement of the actor’s body as the parasite slithered into the open throat was gruesome and horrifying in ways Ava couldn’t describe. It piloted the body with violent jerking motions as the blood spilled over her shirt. Ava was hooked. Glued to the horrors on the TV. Watching one of the kids be lobotomized and walking around like a half dead puppet made her shake. The scene were another kid got expanded from the inside and blown apart had her look away. She covered her ears as the sound of bones crunching and blood spewing had her nearly in tears. She jumped and screamed as she felt giant hands rap around her torso. Violently struggling she felt herself lifted in the air and brought to Hector’s chest. Calming words called out to her, “There there. It’s ok. It’s just a movie. You’re ok. Daddy’s got you.” Shaken from her fright, Ava didn’t hear the sounds of the movie anymore and could see the room brightening as the shaders regained their full transparency. “There. I knew that you weren’t ready for horror.” While true, Ava felt insulted, “I like horror, I’ve just never seen,” she pointed at the now blank T.V. “that!” Hector shrugged his shoulders, “Eh. It was ok. A little cheezy, but not overly scary.” Ava thought of what he could mean by scary if that wasn’t it. For a world of supposedly advanced peaceful giants, they sure had some dark imaginations. Realizing where she was, Ava tried to hop off Hector’s lap again, only to be stopped by his grip. “Hey. Could you let…” “Do you smell something?” Ava went red, “No. I don’t smell anything. Now will you let…” Hector fixed her with a stare, “Ava. Is there something you want to tell me?” “Not in particular.” “Ava. I’ll give you one more chance.” She was embarrassed, but not stupid. “I might have wet myself. Just a little.” Hector sighed once more as he placed her on his hip before making his way over to a closet. Opening it, Ava could see several changing supplies, including a changing mat. Reaching inside he grabbed a diaper and other things needed to clean up her accident. Shit. Not again. “No. Wait. Not a diaper. Can’t I just have another pull up?” Hector walked back to the couch and began setting everything up. “Sorry sweetheart. An accident in your pull up means diapers for the rest of the day.” Ava felt her eyes begin to water. She wasn’t about to lose what she had gotten. An idea popped in her head that she was less than happy with, “But it was because of the movie.” “Yup you had an accident because you got too scared of a movie that I warned you was too scary.” Ava bit her lip, “But it was the movie's fault. Not mine.” Hector looked at her and held up the diaper in front of her face, “So you admit that you couldn’t handle the movie.” Ava looked away from the bulky garment in front of her, “Yes.” “And you admit that I was right about what you should watch.” Well that was a leap. Shit. Is this worth it? Ava stayed silent. Hector scanned her face before unfolding the diaper. Ava realised it was indeed worth it, “Yes! Yes. You were right about what I should watch.” Hector stopped the change there. “No more complaining?” “No more complaining.” “Promise?” One humiliation traded for another. “I promise.” “Okay.” Hector pulled the diaper away and headed back to the closet where he pulled out another pullup. “We can give you one more try at keeping your big girl pull ups clean.” Freshly wiped, powdered, and with a dry pull up, Ava felt like she had made the right choice. T.V. privileges could be gained over time, but the more time she spent in diapers, the more likely Hector was probably just going to keep her in them full time. This had just been a setback. Two in fact, that she had gotten away with. As she enjoyed the feeling of dry, thin padding on her lower half Hector stood up and made a few motions on his phone. He then seemed satisfied with his work before handing the tablet sized phone to Ava. “Here, look through this and we can order out. Anything catch your eye?” Ava scanned through the list. There were several places that sounded too toddlerish for her taste; Smucker’s Funhouse, Yummy-Yums, Big Babies’ Bottle. However, there were some other stores that looked decent. Some looked 100% foreign to her, but she was delighted to see what looked like a Mexican Restaurant. “You have Mexican?” “Hmmm? Oh that’s Fiorn food. It uses a lot of legumes, super flat bread as wrappings, and spices. Are you sure you want that?” Ava thought back to her days on campus going from restaurant to restaurant on cinco de mayo. “Yeah. That sounds good.” “Okay you look through the menu. I’ll bring Tiffany down so that she can pick too. If she picks anything at all.”

Chapter 44: Where’s Tiffany? “What was that!?!?” Hector set her down on the ground and picked up a sippy cup he must have dropped. “The title screen. Yeah the interactive ones are pretty cool.” “Interactive?” Hector picked her up once more before setting her down in her spot on the couch. Ava cringed as she felt the tiniest bit of wetness in her pullup. Shit. What the hell is happening to me? I’ve never wet myself like this back home. “Yeah. Interactive. The camera at the top of the T.V. can track what’s going on in the room and saw you get close enough to trigger those teeth.” “But it spelled out my name.” “Oh. That’s clever.” Ava was feeling frustrated, “Okay, yeah it's clever. Now, how does it know my name?” “Facial recognition. I’ve put some locks on what you can watch. If something is on that you can’t see, and you enter the room, it’ll pause.” Kind of like child locks. Wait… “What kind of child locks did you put on for me.” “I put you on age range 8 and below when I’m not in the room, and no hypnosis laden material at any time.” This man was so infuriating, “Why did you cap me at 8? Also, you people have things that can hypnotize people just airing on the television? What if someone accidentally sees it?” “Well the only stuff that will harm you is only targeted to littles, really young stuff. Anything geared for 5 years old and up is fine. Also, that’s what the facial recognition is for.” Ava grumbled, “Couldn’t you at least get rid of the age restriction.” Hector thought for a minute before responding, “Nope. Sorry. Even Tiffany has a restriction on what she can watch.” Ava thought back to that show yesterday. No way it was geared for 8 year olds. “So what exactly are her restrictions?” Hector seemed to regret bringing it up, “Well, she’s set to the same restrictions as you are, but she’s proven that she can handle older material.” Ava felt herself prickle, “How much older?” “15 years old.” Even standing on the couch Ava wasn’t at eye level, “She’s almost double? I should at least get what she gets. I’ve at least seen adult movies before!” Hector smiled and turned back to the T.V. to start the movie, “We’ll talk about it later.” Unhappy with the current situation Ava slumped back into her seat, the damp pullup squishing into her. She would need to get out of that before Hector realised. Maybe Tiffany could help. Speaking of… “Where is Tiffany by the way?” Hector sat in his chair and began eating popcorn, electing to talk when he had swallowed his first mouthful, “She’s in her room right now, working on a project.” “What? Like a macaroni drawing.” Hector shrugged, “Could be, but I doubt it. Her clients usually want mascots for billboards, or fun poster designs for online advertisements.” “Wait. She has clients? She works?” Hector looked down at Ava as the first producer's name came up against the black background. “Yeah. She’s got a few regulars, but most of it is stuff that she gets from small mom and pop shops as one offs.” Ava crawled over the space and hit what she hoped was the pause button on the remote. Thankfully the movie freeze framed. “I thought that she was your adopted baby toy that you let dress up occasionally. Does she actually have an adult life?” Hector smiled, “In a way. She goes out sometimes and I know she has a few little friends that she talks with online mostly. She buys things from the money she pulls in and she even puts money away. She can be quite the little businesswoman when she isn’t having an accident in her pants.” Ava felt like her world was getting topsy turvy again, “So wait. Is that normal? Doesn’t that prove that she doesn’t need you to play daddy for her? That she’s actually an adult that can live as one?” Hector inhaled and released before calmly explaining, “No. What she does is not normal. But we discussed things and I think it's best that she works towards something. She wanted to continue the work that she did before I adopted her, and thankfully what she does means her clients never have to find out she’s a little.” “But…” Hector held up a finger, “Hold on. You asked several questions. Let’s finish those first and then you can ask more. Fair?” This was too good to pass up so Ava nodded, “Fair.” “To answer your other two questions bluntly. No, and no. I will admit that she has a talent for visual design, one that she has cultivated for years. It’s not the top, nor is it bad. However, she still needs a firm hand from a parental figure as well as someone to look after her and guide her. She is still a little.” As Hector talked, Ava could feel her blood continue to boil. He was just dismissing Tiffany because of her size? His stereotyping was obviously blinding him to the absolute inhuman treatment of people smaller than him. Realizing that Hector was finished, Ava took a second to calm down before continuing, “You say that she is still a little, but size has no bearing on our abilities to act like adults! We run entire countries in my dimension.” “You met Iris today, right?” Fuck. I already know where this is going. “I met her.” Ava felt her gaze trailing downward. She could feel shift his body in front of her, “You already know what I’m going to talk about then?” Ava felt about two inches tall. There was still something else bothering her though, “You said Tiffany worked before you adopted her. So she was functioning as an adult. What gives you the right to decide for her that she needs your ‘firm hand’?” Hector let out a heavy sigh, “I think you should ask her how we met. You might be surprised.” A depressing quiet hung in the air between the two. Hector had won this argument, but Ava wasn’t willing to concede. She, however, had no means to fight what he was saying. She’d have to talk to Tiffany to find out more, it seemed. Hector cleared his throat, “Well, let's get to the movie. We can have a good scare and then move on to figuring out dinner. Have you thought of what you want.” Ava really didn’t feel like a movie anymore, and she had barely given a second thought to dinner. Did this dimension even have the same kind of food from home? “No. Maybe later.” “Okay then. After the movie, I’ll show you what's around.” With that Hector pressed a few more buttons on the remote and suddenly the room grew dark. Ava watched in bemusement as it looked like the sun had just set. No curtains were drawn, shades pulled down, and yet it looked like it was the middle of the night outside! She hopped off the couch and rushed to the back patio door. Looking up she could still see the sun, but it was like all the glass had become tinted like sunglasses. Hector’s voice hummed behind her, “I didn’t think you’d want to play outside, but if you want to do that instead of the movie, we have a fun playset. Maybe Tiffany will even take a break to go out with you.” Ava was concerned that her adultish afternoon was about to go away, “No. No. No. I’m good with the movie, I just… how did you do that?” “Do what?” Ava touched the glass, “This. You changed the shade of the glass?” “Oh. Yeah. The remote controls the entire entertainment system. Most homes have the shaders separate, but I figured having it all in one place was better.” The gap in technology was continuing to widen, “I’ve never seen anything like this. You called them shaders?” “That’s right. Most glass contains the translucent microfibers needed to change the color and shade of the glass. It helps with the light in the house, who can see inside, and even keeps glare off our eyes in our cars. It was really unsafe before they were installed in cars.” “I bet.” Ava thought back to her own small accident years ago. The police hadn’t seen it her way, but if that jackass hadn’t had those obnoxious LED headlights she never would have clipped him. “So you can change the color.” “Yup.” Hector touched a few buttons and the windows turned a deep red that gave the entire room an eire feeling. “How about this for movie night.” His voice deepened and he hunched over, “As we watch the bloodbath we can feel the horror of the scarlet moon!” That finally got a giggle from Ava, “No. I think we can just darken the room.” As she made her way back over to the couch she felt Hector lift her up. This time she welcomed the touch. At least she wouldn’t have to scramble up. “You gotta teach me how to use that thing.” Unpausing the movie, Hector sat back down. “Sure. Later tonight. Now, let's get into the movie.”

I mark this chapter almost like a turning point. Along with what just happened at daycare, being a "big girl" for tonight is definatly having a positive effect on Ava. She isn't sold, but she's at least willing to come to the table. Next chapter will explain better what just happened. Also, thanks for the correction. My monolingual self is not yet weeb enough to speak the language of anime yet. Maybe a few more seasons of One Piece. Lol

Chapter 43: Finally! I take it all back! Hector is the best! The feel of jean shorts on her legs and a plain blue tee on her body was only outshined by the feeling of the thinly padded pullup underneath. Sure, it was still something designed to catch accidents, but beat the hell out of diapers. For that, they were amazing. Yeah pull ups. Banzai pull ups. Long live pull ups. Viva la pull ups. Thank god for pull ups! Ava ran her hand along her butt. The peach shaped curve that she had grown up with was back. Replacing the apple-like round outline of thick diapers. Ava stifled a giggle at her new imagery of apple bottom jeans. Oh wait. Sleepers with the fur. The fur! The whole daycare was looking at her. Good god, she hadn’t been this happy in weeks. Had you told her before this whole misadventure that she would one day be thankful to be in pull ups, she would have slapped you straight across the mouth. “Someone is a happy girl.” Hector had given her the privacy of changing after he had stripped her of the baby gear. Ava toned it down now that he was back. “Yeah. It’s nice. I bet you would be the same if you had to use your pants as a portable toilet for weeks.” Hector picked her up and set her down on his hip, “What would you like for dinner?” “Hey! I thought you said that you were going to treat me like an adult for the rest of the day?” Hector laughed as he walked out of the nursery, “I said I would treat you like a big girl. Now,” He paused as he stood at the top of the stairs, “does the big girl want daddy to carry her down the stairs, or do you want to try yourself.” Remembering yesterday morning Ava nearly asked to be carried down, but thought better of it. Gotta keep this big girl thing going. “I can handle it myself, thank you very much.” “Whatever you say, princess.” Letting her down gently, Hector moved to the side and made his way down where he waited for her at the bottom. One step at a time she made her way down. By the end she was tired and tense from the physical exertion. Each step was a small fall for the little, and the fact she had to do so many in a row compounded the issue. She had never been one for hikes in her old town, for just this reason. The last step came and she was one leap away from the ground floor when Hector leaned down and picked her up before placing her down. “Hey!” He began moving towards the kitchen as he called back to her, “Come on. It was going to be bedtime when you finished.” Grumbling, she followed him to the living room. The baby toys on the ground were being picked up and put into the playpen as Ava tried to figure out how to climb on the sofa. Tiffany had done it before, but struggled with her larger frame and presumably more physically active body. The first attempt landed her right on her bottom. Used to this kind of falling, Ava barely braced and just let gravity do its thing. A mistake as the lack of padding made for a heavier than expected fall. Her butt was no longer red from either spankings she had received, but falling flat on your ass was never pleasant. Once again, she found herself picked up, this time ending in Hector’s lap as he sat down with a remote in his hand. It was more like a tablet at second glance. The top of it was obviously a screen and Hector tapped away until the TV was on and at a pleasant volume. Ava squirmed to break from his grasp, eventually falling into the cushion at his side face first. Scrambling, she clambered as far from him as she could. “Awww. Don’t want to sit on Daddy’s lap?” “I’m not a baby tonight, remember.” “Even big girls sit in Daddy’s lap sometimes. I could even do your hair real pretty.” “Pass.” Hector sighed, “Fine. So what would the super big, not baby, want to watch?” Ava thought for a minute. She was sure he expected her to say something stupid, like cartoons, or a Disney film, but she wanted to prove to him that she was more adult than he thought. “How about a horror film?” He looked skeptical, “A horror film?” Ava played it up, “If you're too scared to watch a horror film I get it. We can watch some action flick or whatever. I didn’t peg you as a scaredy cat.” Hector didn’t seem to fall for the taunt, “I don’t know pumpkin. I don’t need you having nightmares after a scary movie.” “I’m not going to have nightmares!” Ava felt indignant, “I love horror films.” Ava was actually quite proud of her ability to handle horror. The Insidious trilogy had spooked Andrew, but Ava had barely jumped at all. Sure there were parts she had screamed, but that’s part of the fun of horror films. Hector tried to mediate, “How about a Halloween movie instead?” “I’m not watching some pumpkin patch kids cartoon. Let’s watch a horror film. A real horror film.” Hector turned and began working the remote, scrolling through some kind of queue of the screen. Ava sat back, happy with her success. Hector settled on a movie and set it to the home screen. Two yellow and black eyes set behind a field of red thorns looked back at the two. Across the bottom carved stone spelled out, “The Lancaster Effect”. The entire screen was animated so that the wind blew across the vines making them move. The eyes however, stayed still staring right at her. Ava was getting cocky, “Eh. Should be alright. Hope it doesn’t disappoint.” Hector stood up, “Okay, first let me get your sister a bottle and I’ll get you one as well. I can also make popcorn. Would you like some?” “Uhm. Can I have my drink in a cup? And yes. I’d like some popcorn. Extra butter please.” “You littles and your sweets. Since you asked so politely, sure.” Hector moved on and Ava could hear him getting things ready in the kitchen. She decided it wouldn’t hurt to see what else was available on this TV. Gotta see how the rich stream in this dimension. As she hobbled over on the leather sofa to the other side, she got a creeping feeling that she was being watched. Looking over towards the kitchen she confirmed that Hector hadn’t returned. The windows were also empty. Looking at the T.V. the eyes stared back at her. Wait. It also looked like they were looking directly at me on the other side of the couch. Oh! I bet this picture is one of those optical illusions where the eyes seem to follow you. Careful to not fall as she got off the couch she decided to test that theory. She moved to the kitchen. Yup still looking at me. Next she went all the way to the chair facing the fireplace. Wow! It really does follow you. Next she decided to test the limits and stand directly underneath the T.V. As she moved closer she watched the eyes. They really never left hers. As she got closer she also noticed something that she hadn’t from far away. It looked like there were smaller block letters underneath the vines, but she couldn’t tell what they said from so low. Looking around she saw the wood Hector used for the fire. With one of the smaller logs in tow she made her way back to the T.V. It was tricky to balance on top of the log as she looked at the letters. It looked like there were three and she could see the top of one and the bottom of the others when the wind blew the vines the right way. I bet this is some kind of easter egg that’ll shine some light on what goes on in the movie. Ava smiled to herself, thinking she could get a leg up on Hector during the movie and maybe even spoil something. As she watched, the wind didn’t seem to blow the same amount each time. If she kept watching, different bits of the letters showed themselves. The first letter was definitely A. As she watched the wind stopped in the picture and the vines stayed still. Hmmm. I don’t remember the wind stopping during the loop. Maybe it's just a long loop or… Suddenly a flash of white as the vines separated to show her own name written in small stone letters, AVA. The black behind it morphed into long pointed teeth and seemed to jump out of the screen at her as a monstrous growl rang out. Ava felt herself falling backwards in fear as the screen came to life and the sound shocked her. She felt her shirt catch on something as the log fell to the ground with a thud. Looking up Hector had caught her by the shirt with one hand still holding the popcorn. An evil laugh emanated from the T.V. as the teeth shrank back and vines covered the area once more. “You ok, little one?”

Hello All. As much as I love the nursery arc. All good things must come to an end. Rather than drag out the last two chapters, I shall post them both. I have designated the next arc, "The Pullup Scandal". Or maybe something else. Dunno. Enjoy! Chapter 41: Bath Time with Nanny Ava felt herself trembling once more as she was bounced down the hallway with the humming Nicole. The two stopped in front of the infant room and Nicole leaned forward so that Ava had a perfect view inside. Cribs line the walls and soft plush carpeting stretched across the entire room. Bouncers, baby swings, and other forms of captivity were scattered around, some filled, but all had a few extra straps that Ava knew had a darker purpose. Nannies slowly walked the room checking each little. An easy task considering that none of the littles seemed to be moving anywhere. The few that weren’t confined seemed to squirm on their bellies or backs without even the ability to crawl. The slobbering looks she could make out on a few where even worse than those in the toddler room. Ava couldn’t take her eyes off the horror in front of her and was captivated as she saw one of the nannies sit down with a little man in a legless sleeper. She pulled her button up top to the side and revealed her bare breast which the man quickly took too. She’s nursing him! “Does that look fun, baby Ava. Looks like that little boy is enjoying his num-nums. And that little girl over there sure is having fun for her tummy time. Would you like to get a closer look?” Ava felt the pacifier fall from her face as the hair on the back of her neck stood straight up, “No! No, nanny. Thank you. I’m good. I’ve been a good girl.” Nicole smiled down at her. Not with her usual sadistic cracked smile, but one with… compassion? “Hmmm. I guess you're right. You have been a good girl. You also need a bath. I guess we could always visit another time.” Relief washed over her as Ava was carried back to the same room where Nicole showed her true colors. The little prayed that she would be spared any kind of torture from before. Nicole went about the task of strapping Ava down to the changing table after removing her dress. Completely bare from the waste up, Ava watched as the nanny prepared both the bath and changing supplies. The diaper was laid out next to her head as the previous was removed and she was thoroughly wiped down. “We’ll just get this ready for after your bath. Do you want bubbles?” Ava was hesitant, “Yes, nanny.” “Sure thing, baby.” Bubble bath was added to the rapidly filling tub. Once it was full Ava could see the steam rising up. She was carried over and held over the tub. As she was lowered her toe touched the top layer under the bubbles and she quickly pulled it back with a yelp, “Ah! Nanny, the water is too hot.” Fear filled her stomach as she looked up to Nicole. What would the witch do now that she had complained? “Oh silly nanny. Littles need cooler water for their soft skin. Let’s cool that down. You stay right here. Don’t move.” Nicole set Ava down and began draining the tub while adding cooler water to lower the overall temperature. Thankful that she wasn’t going into that scalding water Ava looked towards the open door. If she ran she might be able to hide. She had no delusion of escape while fully naked, but if she could wait until Hector came, she could escape this sadistic bitch. Fear coursed through her veins and her foot refused to move. Nicole had begun humming and the little looked up. She’s focused on the bath. Now’s my chance! Ava’s legs shook. Her whole body shook. She felt warmth trickle down her legs. In horror, Ava watched as she pissed herself right on the cold tile floor. “Uh oh. Looks like someone had an accident.” Shit. “I… I… I’m sorry nanny. Please don’t punish me!” Nicole hadn’t even done anything this time, but Ava could already feel the sting on her legs as well as the tears joining her mess on the floor. “Hup.” Nicole lifted Ava and deposited her into the bubbly bath. There was a seat inside that Ava quickly found herself strapped too. Sitting down the water came up just past her belly button. “Now you stay there, while nanny cleans up this pee-pee.” Ava should have calmed down, but fear gripped her heart. She held herself at the thought of what Nicole would do to her. This was all to catch her off guard. The little had no idea what was coming, but nothing good. The fact that she had just pissed herself barely even registered as she just wanted what was coming to come. “There we all. All done. Now that the floor is clear, let's make sure we have a clean little baby.” Ava flinched at every stroke, every soapy water splash. Nicole continued to hum and smile as she thoroughly cleaned the little. Nothing came as Ava was thoroughly bathed and the towel used to dry her off brought little comfort. Strapped back down to the changing table Ava watched Nicole pause. Here it comes. “Did you tell your little friends about what happened here?” “Nuh… no, nanny.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, nanny.” “You were talking to little Iris for quite a long time.” “I didn’t tell her anything. I promise!” “Oh? What did you talk about.” Ava bit her tongue. She wouldn’t talk. Iris had not only helped her out, but if Nicole found out that they were talking about escape, that was one way permanent residency at the infant room. Dolls. We talked about dolls. Right! Looking back up Ava began to speak before she saw the look in Nicole’s eyes. In Nanny’s eyes. She knows. Nanny knew everything. She knew what they had talked about. Ava wasn’t sure how, but she was sure that Nanny knew. “We… we talked about how Iris tried to get back home.” “Oh did you? And what else?” Ava swallowed hard, “I told her that I wanted to… to go ho… to go home.” “And Iris told you that was a bad idea.” Ava felt like she had swallowed a bowling ball. She couldn’t find her voice and instead opted to simply nod her head. “I figured. You portal littles are all the same, but Iris is a good girl. I made sure of that first thing when I got here.” “So… so you did know.” Nanny didn’t sound mad, just self assured, “Of course I knew. Every adult could have figured it out from the way you were acting. First thing you do is go over to another little from your own dimension and start talking in hushed tones. Did you think you were clever, baby? Did you think you were being smart?” Ava felt like an idiot, “No, Nanny.” “No indeed. But I’m not mad.” “You… you’re not?” “No, baby. Little girls love playing make believe. Thinking about things that’ll never happen. Living in fantasy land.” “I…” Nanny bent over and got right in Ava’s face, “I couldn’t care one bit what you and your little friends plan. Never going to happen. The sooner you accept that you belong in thick crinkly diapers, crawling on the ground, or suckling from mommy’s titty, the better.” “I…” “You were such a good girl.” Huh? Ava was thoroughly confused as Nanny continued her torment, “I didn’t put anything in your drink to make you wet yourself.” Ava thought to the puddle she had just made, “So I…” “Yup. You wet yourself all by yourself, like a good little baby.” “But I didn’t…” Nanny fluffed out the diaper and put it under Ava’s butt. “You did, and I know why you did.” Ava looked into Nanny’s eyes. Confidence, victory, and pleasure all shown in the nannies vision. “You piddled yourself thinking about what I would do to you if you took so much as one step towards that door.” Nanny poured in the powder and smoothed it out. Then she pulled up the diaper as she continued, “You learned that if you misbehave, you will be punished. Lie to me, and I’ll give you a sore bottom. Act like a brat, and I’ll force you even more into the role. Tell anyone about what we talked about,” Nanny leaned forward, the shadows looming over her scowl, “and there is no place on earth you would be able to hide from me. I’ll strap that little bottom down in front of so many hypnosis videos that you’ll be unable to do much more than suckle and wiggle your fingers as you piss and shit yourself for the rest of your life.” Ava could feel another trickle of urine warm the front of the diaper. Nanny looked down and smiled once more. “That’s a good baby.” Another pacifier was slowly pushed into Ava’s parted lips and she could feel herself start to suckle for comfort. Chapter 42: Release Fully dressed and carried back to the toddler room, Ava flinched as she saw the infant room pass her by. Nanny carried her into the toddler room before setting her down. With a soft push on her back, Nanny beckoned Ava forward, “Now go play with your friends, baby. Come get me if you need anything else.” Once the devil had left, Ava searched for Tiffany. Desperate to find her sister, she began toddling around the playroom. She saw Monica. She saw Bobby. Strangely enough both Iris and Tiffany seemed to be gone. “There you are!” Ava felt more pee enter her diaper as she was picked up from behind. Looking back, she expected Nanny but was delighted that it was only the giant from before. Sandra, maybe? “Your daddy is here to pick you up early. Did you have a fun day today?” Ava quickly nodded her head. “Good. Let's go see him.” Relief washed over Ava. The nightmare was over. Hopefully she would never return. Walking through the hallways Ava’s mood got lighter and lighter. Once she was safely back in the hallway, she had to physically stop herself from calling out to Hector. He might be a dick who keeps me dressed like a baby, but anything is better than Nanny. Hector smiled as he noticed her, “There’s my other little girl. Thought they might have been trying to keep you. Who could help them with a princess so sweet.” Taking her from the nanny, Hector gave her a peck on the head as he settled her opposite of Tiffany on his other hip. Behind him was a woman with creamy white skin and fiery red hair. Strapped to her chest was a sling, with a little in it. From the silky black hair, Ava assumed it was Iris. Hector turned to the large woman after he had Ava settled. “Miranda. Thanks for the invite. I’ll be sure to bring the girls over this weekend to play with Iris. You still prefer red wine, correct?” Miranda’s voice was deep and calming. She addressed Hector, but her hands gently rubbed Iris’s back as she swayed side to side, “Yes and thank you. I’ll be sure to make you that fresh corned beef you liked last time.” Turning to the side Miranda let Iris see the three of them, “Okay baby. Say buh bye to Tiffany and Ava.” Iris pulled one of her arms free as she waved at the girls and lisped behind her pacifier, “Bye Tiffany. Bye Ava.” Miranda purred as she walked away, “Such a good well mannered girl. Let’s head home.” She turned before walking out the doors, “Goodbye Hector. I’ll see you soon.” Hector gave a small wave before turning back to Sandra, “So, Tiffany was her usual perfect self. How was Ava?” Ava cringed as she thought about the day. She had been as good as she could have been. The times she was punished by Nanny were not her fault! Sandra looked at the screen before reading off some notes. “Hmmm. Looks like she made a painting along with her sister. You can find that in her take home stuff. She played dollies with Iris for a bit. Ate her food with a little encouragement. Looks like she wasn’t sleeping during naptime though and needed to be put in a sleep ball.” Hector fixed Ava with a questioning glare as Sandra continued, “She messed herself during naptime and needed a bath, and then you picked her up early. Oh. Hold on. Looks like we have a note from Nicole.” Oh no. “Ava is a good girl who just needs firm guidance sometimes. I’ve noticed that she sometimes fibs or exaggerates to get out of trouble, but is a very fun little girl to play with. Hmmmm. Oh. Well that’s a little uncoothe.” Already Ava was sweating bullets. What else had Nanny written? Hector spoke up, “Nothing too bad so far. Sometimes little girls can’t help themselves. What else is there.” “I’m sorry Mr. Westfield, but it looks like Nicole has put her phone number in the notes with an offer to babysit. We discourage staff from doing this, but she is still new. I’ll reprimand her when I see her.” “No need. If you would, forward her number to me.” Sandra looked skeptical, “Are you sure Mr. Westfield?” Ava was in full panic mode. Nanny? Babysit? No. No. No! “Yes, please do.” Sandra obviously disapproved, “Okay Mr. Westfield. I will still need to reprimand her and bring it up with your sister, Miss Westfield.” “Thanks. Now. Let’s get these two home.” At this Hector made his way out to the care before strapping both girls in. Once on the ride, Hector spoke up and asked, “So how was your first day?” Ava felt numb, “It was fine.” “Tiffany, was she good? Any troubles?” “She was good, Daddy.” Hector turned back and looked at Ava when he stopped at a light, “Good job, Ava. I’m proud of you. I knew that couldn’t have been easy. So Tiffany, what do you think of this Nicole?” Ava felt her stomach catch in her throat. “She was so mean, Daddy. She spiked our lunch and even was mean to Iris earlier this week. Please don’t let her babysit.” “I didn’t plan on it, but sometimes you need to act like you’ll at least consider it.” Ava felt herself relax. The breath she didn’t know she was holding released, and she could feel a small smile form. Thank god. Looking up to Hector she did feel a tad bit more appreciative. He really is trying to look out for us, I guess. I might be stuck here, but it could be worse. “What did you think of Nicole, Ava?” The thought of spilling everything jumped to her mind, followed by Nanny’s words. Fear gripped her chest and she paused. I’ll just convince him next time to send me somewhere else. No need to even cause a scene if I’ll never see her again. Yeah. The warmth in her diaper was fresh as she answered back, “She’s okay.” She could see him look back in the mirror and scan her face, “Are you sure.” She couldn’t meet his gaze, “Yeah. I’m sure.” The car was silent after that. Quickly they made their way back home where Hector parked the car and let both girls out. Ava was first as he set her down on the ground to get Tiffany. Ava looked out over the wide stretch of open road and upper class homes. Thoughts of the day came back. Nanny and her punishments were the first things to flash through her memory. The fear that stopped her before rooted her to the spot now. The thought of running was terrifying when she thought about the consequences. Looking up to Hector’s back she wondered. Would he regress me if I had been caught trying to escape like Iris? He seemed pretty upset with me yesterday, but he never did anything Nanny threatened. If I keep it up, will he start doing those kinds of things? He already has Tiffany and he didn’t really expect to get me. What if I annoy him too much? Would he get rid of me? The thought actually saddened her. She wasn’t a super fan of Hector, but after the past two days her view had somewhat shifted. He punished her when she broke the rules, he comforted her when she needed it, he didn’t seem to take delight in her pain, and he seemed convinced that what he was doing was a form of kindness. Not a selfish desire to possess her. She thought back to Iris. Those last moments with her and her mommy, Monica, were actually really heartwarming. It felt wrong to label them as master and baby slave. They seemed more like a mother and child than Ava would like to admit. I wonder what that feels like? Ava looked up at Hector as he pulled Tiffany out and sat her down next to Ava. Maybe I could… Hector frowned for a second before he reached down and plucked the pacifier from Ava’s mouth. She was shocked as she didn’t even recognize that she had been sucking on it since Nanny had put it in her mouth earlier. “Looks like someone likes her paci. I’ll have to pick up more if you like these ones from daycare so much.” Ava frowned. Yeah. No fuck that. He’s still a dick.

Chapter 40: What Was in Those Sandwiches? The sound of movement slowly came to a close as all the littles had been rounded up. Those that were vacant upstairs were making a few mewls and groans, but for the most part everyone was quiet. Trying to sneak a peek at the room around her Ava saw the nannies talking to each other in hushed voices. Nicole seemed to be smiling and nodding her head as the others looked towards each other with delight. One by one the other nannies left leaving Nicole behind. She flashed a smile over at Ava before dimming the lights and sitting down at a rocking chair, where she could look over the sleeping littles. Oh shit. What now? But as Ava lay there, too scared to move, Nicole never made a move. Had she really just stayed behind to make sure Ava wouldn’t squirm? Ava moved ever so slightly to get herself comfortable. The morning really had taken it out of her, and she could already feel her eyes closing on their own. Quickly she felt her breathing calm and her heart rate slow down. A dreamless nap came easy as she unintentionally began to suckle at the pacifier in her mouth. Ava wasn’t sure how long the nap lasted, but a gurgle in her stomach woke her up.The odd bubbles it formed weren’t painful, but it was far from normal. Still sleepy, she opened her eyes to see the darkened room around her. Chancing a glance it looked like Nicole was looking at her phone instead of the littles, that is, until a groan to Ava’s left made the sadistic nanny look in her direction. Ava quickly turned her head, hoping that Nicole couldn’t see her. She immediately saw the source of the sound as Monica shifted under her blanket with a moan. A similar sound cam from Ava’s right. That sounded like Tiffany? The gurgles in her stomach suddenly felt like they were descending downward. Never before had Ava actually felt her digested food move down her colon, but had she wanted to, she felt like she could map her entire digestive system, as a bubbling sludge made its way through. Ava quickly bent into the fetal position as the cramps came without warning. Without her approval a wet fart escaped her backside as the cream from before had completely liquified, now coating the inside of her diaper. Ava looked forward and saw that Monica’s dress had ridden up. Apparently her captor didn’t care if her diaper was flashed to the rest of the world. Ava took in the mass of plastic and padding as the white bulk peaked out of the blanket. Monica let out another long groan as the back of the diaper began to shift and expand. The sound of squelches and crinkles mixed together with a sigh of relief as the babified woman fully unloaded in her diaper. The smell soon followed as Ava realised her fate wasn’t far behind. To make it more clear she could hear Tiffany behind her commit the same deed. A yelp followed by the unflattering sounds of farts and bowel movements were like beacons to Ava’s own sphincter. Trying to hold back the inevitable Ava clenched down with all her might, letting only the slightest of toots to escape. Suddenly, her bottom went slack as without any input from her, the waste quickly surged forth and coated the inside of the diaper. The poop was a blend of liquid and solid that reminded her of mud and the feel of her dress pulling it towards her made her want to vomit. The poop just kept coming, and with nowhere to go, it just kept pushing itself all into her diaper and spreading. This mess was nowhere near the size of what she had unfortunately deposited in Hector’s bathroom, but the sliminess of it was infinitely worse. She felt sick to her stomach as every move just sloshed around the mixture even more. Relaxing her body, she extended herself back to her relaxed position. She could feel the heat under the blanket and felt the sweat pooling against the mat. Attempting to get comfortable Ava kicked the blanket so that she could put her legs out. Sweet cool air danced across her legs. Thank god. “Looks like I have some squirmy little ones who need to be sleeping right now.” Ava looked up to see Nicole smiling down at her. Nicole picked Ava up and looked around. “I’m going to help whittle baby Ava here get more comfortable. I’ll be back in a moment to help any other little one’s I find awake or out of their blankets.” From her position, Ava could see that it wasn’t just her and Monica who had slipped out of the blankets. Tiffany was also exposed and by the seat of her snapped dress, it looked she had indeed filled her diaper. Ava looked for Bobby and was curious as to why it looked like he was still peacefully sleeping. Ava was brought back to her own situation as Nicole started walking towards another cabinet. Oh god, no. What now? Gotta get out of this. “Um. Nanny. I’m really sleepy. Could you please let me go back to the mat for naptime.” Nicole bounced Ava on her arm, squishy the contents of the diaper even further, making Ava almost gag. “Of course baby. But first, let nanny help you get more comfortable.” A myriad of baby paraphernalia was in the cabinet, but what Nicole took out looked just like a sack of cloth with a hole cut out of the top. Nicole walked over to the changing table with the cloth. Well at least I get a change. What the hell is that thing? “Some parents think that littles who can’t sleep need sleep sacks.” So that’s what this thing is? Nicole layed down the fabric and stretched the entrance of it so that it lay flat open on the table. Ava was laid down on the center with a squelch from her diaper as the contents further coated her nether regions. “Okay baby Ava, pull those little legs up and give them a hug.” Weird way to change a diaper. As Ava got into the position, she watched as Nicole pulled the sack up and over her. Ava could hear some kind of string being pulled and watched the entrance close up. “Wha… nanny what is this. Please let me out.” “Hehe. Hold on baby.” The sound of a small motor could be heard and Ava began to panic. Suddenly she heard the rush of air and felt the sack around her shift. Her weight began to come off the table as she realised that the sack was being inflated like a ball with her inside! Once the motor stopped Ava tried to move around and found she was pretty well stuck in her position. The small hole from before was the only light and she could feel herself completely cocooned in this contraption. “There we are. You see, sleepsacks are nice, but what all littles really need for a good night's sleep is to be as close to the babies they actually are as possible.” Ava felt herself behind moved. “What’s more babyish than a baby in the womb.” Ava flexed and moved, but couldn’t even begin to untangle herself, let alone get out. Was this really what it felt like to be a baby inside the mother. Confined into a dark small space? The warmth was nice, as was the fluffy cushion around her, but Ava quickly realised that there was a huge flaw. The smell of her squished diaper had quickly filled the entire space. Baby powder and poop had mixed together and completely taken control of the entire space. “Sleep tight baby.” Ava suddenly felt another cramp. Without even trying to hold it back, she felt even more sludge fill her seat. Her bladder also seemed to want to join the party as she began to soak the already ruined padding. Oh dear god. Please let it stop. But the cramping continued. Every few minutes, she would feel a sudden pain before less and less mush was pushed out of her with each wave. The warmth of the ball was both a comfort and a curse as it just intensified the smell. To her relief, the cramping eventually stopped. There was only so much in her and once it was all out, Ava felt ten pounds lighter. Being trapped as she was, with a thick coating of poop covering her, she couldn’t help to reflect on how she had ended up here. Sure she had been taken from her home, but why she was here specifically had started much the same way she was now. Trapped in her crib had been admittedly worse. Being spread eagle for days had been much worse than a naptime curled up in a cushy ball. For as crazy as it sounded, Nicole wasn’t wrong. This was kind of comfortable. Kind of like a weighted blanket, being hugged on all sides by soft material was nearly therapeutic. The smell was horrid, but if Ava was being honest with herself; she was beginning to go nose deaf to the state of her diaper. At the beginning, just a whiff of her own soiled underwear would make her gag, now it was just unpleasant. Something she wanted out of, but not something she considered torturous. Ava suckled harder on the pacifier as her eyes began to close.The cramps must have started early into the nap, because she felt even more tired than before. Rather than the fitful sleep she had at the beginning of her week, this one was surprisingly comfortable. Snoring along, she would occasionally become aware of the ball being nudged and then rocked, but would then immediately fall back asleep. Light suddenly poured into the sack as the sleeping little saw the opening widen up. She shifted and squirmed as she felt hands pull her out of her little cocoon. “Phew. We have a stinky little baby. Good morning sunshine!” The light was too much and Ava felt herself whine in the arms of a giant. “Did we have a good sleep in the little’s ball?” “Mhm.” “Let’s get you changed and then a bath. You sure are one little stinker.” Opening her eyes, Ava was terrified to see the same smile that had tormented her all morning. “Alexa, I’m going to handle this little one. She needed the sleep ball for naptime and ended up messing herself. She needs a bath for sure!” The other nanny looked up from the little she was getting up. For the most part it looked like most everyone was already awake and moving. “Okay, Nicole. Thanks for taking my shift.” “Don’t mention it.”

This is a fantastic story. You really do a good job describing the combination of horror and euphoria from wearing diapers in public.

Just for some clarification. The squirming is from the ointment that Nicole applies between chapters 36 and 37. At the end of 36 Ava asks for her to take the burning away, and at the beginning of 37 she is blushing at the thought. 36 was already so full and I wanted to get to Ava's conversation with Iris, so I skipped over Nicole squirting the ointment into Ava to counter the ginger root. The slime between Ava's cheeks and the squirming comes from the ointment melting. I hope that clears this up for anyone who was also questioning this. I totally get that. I've been reading the comments as well as the DMs about this and wondering why people would be even mildly uncomfortable. Compared to some of the other DD stories, Nicole is fairly tame. I guess in a lighter story she stands out more. I love the supposed psychology behind that idea, if its true. Also, I love how for most of the story people have been saying, "Ava doesn't know how good she has it with Hector. If she saw how littles are treated normally, she might change her mind about him." Well, she's learning now. BTW, my replies to everyone's comments are all in good fun. I really appreciate all the love my story is getting and I take any criticism well. This is my first story, so I hope I improve. You all have been great! I hope that my comments don't come off as "I'm hurt that someone doesn't like my story." Rather, this message board is one of the best parts of my days. Despite how everything is going on around the world, I've really found myself this year, and being able to write something that people enjoy for the first time, is one of the great joys I've found. I appreciate you all and hope to repay that.

No. It's not enough. I'm releasing the gumdrops and sparkles stat! Haha. I'm glad your enjoying it. If I ever do get too dark let me know. I don't think it'll ever get as bad as the first few chapters, but I am noticing I have a habit of getting carries away with my scenes.

? I didn't realize I was making Nicole that bad. I'm kind of looking over my notes of possible things to come and getting nervous now. Lol. Maybe next one shot will be punishment free to give you all some rest.

Good evening everyone. Sorry it took so long to upload. I have hit the dreaded point called writers block. It hit hard. I want to write more, but can't seem to get anything down. So bad news, no double chapter today. The good news. I have well over ten chapters already completed, so I will continue to post Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for the foreseeable future, just maybe not double chapters for a bit. Now, please enjoy. (Post: I actually really enjoyed this chapter. I totally forgot I wrote this and loved rereading what I had made.) Chapter 39: Naptime Each bite was difficult knowing that whatever she was eating could be doing unspeakable things to her. Ava focused on her adult thoughts making sure that they weren’t slipping. Thoughts of her old life with Andrew, with her friends, even the classes she needed to take. Thankfully she finished just about the same time as the other three. All four littles looked towards one another. Ava was by far the messiest with the food still smeared across her face, but for the most part, they all looked like they were still with it. Bobby broke the silence first, “Anybody feel different?” The other three shook their heads. Tiffany let out a nervous laugh, “Maybe she was just messing with us?” “Doubt it.” Monica looked back down at her empty plate, “Nicole has only been here a week, and mostly at just the reception desk, but when she’s not there…” Bobby shuddered. Ava spoke up, “I thought you said she must hate portal littles? What has she done?” Monica looked back up, “She has only really messed with our group. Maybe other littles who try to act grown up, but that’s normal. She’s gone after Iris a few times, and us whenever we were around her.” Ava looked over to Iris and saw that the girl had gone limp in the nanny’s arms. Even from the table Ava could tell that she was still drinking, but slowly. Is she asleep? Another nanny called out, “Okay little ones. Lunchtime is over. It’s naptime.” Her voice was singsongy, but it was evident that she was ready for a break. The forced smile and the hurried actions further proved this. Quickly matts were laid out with blankets. One by one the baby slaves were given diaper checks, changed if necessary, given a pacifier/stuffy, and layed down with a blanket. Tired from the events already, Ava was thankful that she would get some respite. That is, until Nicole started walking her way. Panicked Ava looked to see if there was another nanny nearby. She saw one making her way to one of the diaper fillers and decided that she was her best bet. Trying to intercept the giant, Ava toddled over, grimacing as the time spent with Iris and at lunch had allowed even more ointment to melt and pool between her butt. She made it to the nanny just as it was bending over to pick up the drooling little munching on his fingers. Ava panicked, “Nanny, nanny. I’m ready for my nap.” The giant leaned over and grabbed her wristband to read it, “Such a good girl. Ava, I’ll be right back. This little guy needs a diaper change. Hims is so stinky.” Rubbing her nose into his giggling frame the giant walked off as Ava felt two hands lift her up by the arms. She was twisted around to face Nicole’s smiling face. “There’s my good little baby. I see you have plenty of energy from lunch, but it’s naptime.” Ava needed an out. “Um. Yes, nanny. I’m clean so I don’t need a diaper change. Please.” Nicole’s eyebrows raised and the sickly sweet tone began to question Ava, “Oh really? Ava, are you a baby?” “Yes, nanny.” “And do babies know when they’ve gone poopy or pee-pee in their diapies?” “No, nanny.” Oh shit. “Then baby Ava, how would you know if you don’t need a diaper change?” Ava could feel herself trembling, “I umm… I was just trying…” Nicole looked like she was savoring the panic in Ava’s eyes, “Was baby Ava fibbing to nanny?” “No! No, nanny. I wasn’t fibbing!” “Oh? Then what did you mean you didn’t need a diaper change” Ava began to stammer, “I just… I meant… I… I…” Nicole’s voice increased as she blew a raspberry on Ava, “I know! Little baby Ava, just loves her diapies so very much that she doesn’t want a change.” “I erm… yes, nanny.” Nicole stared into Ava’s eyes, “Say it.” Ava couldn’t keep her eyes straight. She was desperate not to look at Nicole, who wasn’t having it, “Tell me how much you love your diapers baby Ava.” “I… I love my di… diapers a whole bunch.” Nicole wasn’t buying it, “I don’t know. That doesn’t sound very convincing. What do you like best about them?” Ava could feel the heat on her cheeks, “I love the pretty designs.” A muffled smack could be heard as Ava felt the sting of Nicole’s palm on her back thigh. “Louder, baby Ava. And don’t forget the nanny at the end.” “I love the pretty designs, nanny!” Another smack, “The pretty designs of what, baby Ava?” Fuck. The thighs hurt so much worse than my bottom. “I love the pretty designs of my diapers, nanny!” Nicole began swaying back and forth, “And do you like fresh diapers or ones you’ve made your little messies in?” Ava scrunched her face, “I like fresh diapers, nanny.” Another smack, “Oh little girl. Didn’t we just talk about fibbing? If you liked fresh diapies so much, you wouldn’t have said you don’t want a change.” Ava could feel the sting on her thighs just from the few swats already. What she had to say made her tear up, “I like wet diapers, nanny!” Smack! “I also like poopy diapers, nanny!” Smack. “Who’s wet and poopy diapies do you love, baby Ava?” The tears were now flowing again. Ava was terrified of this woman. Ava had fought, and ran, and cursed, and yelled. Everything in defiance of these sick freaks who wanted her to be a walking, drooling, doll for them to dress up in diapers, but Nicole was different. Ava was genuinely afraid of Nicole. In just one morning, the nanny had reduced her to crying twice, and ready to say or do anything both times, to stop the pain. Ava had never considered herself weak, but she knew what she had to do. Yelling out she finally said what she needed, “I love my wet and poopie diapies, nanny! I love how big and bulky they are! I love the colorful colors! I love my diapies, nanny!” “There we go. Good baby.” Nicole ran circles along Ava’s back and cradled her head. Rather than feel comforted like with Hector, Ava felt sick. This wasn’t something meant to calm her down or reassure her. This was Nicole’s way of claiming her. “I win.” was what Nicole was silently conveying. Ava heard another voice while she was firmly held in place. “Nicole. What’s wrong with this one.” Nicole’s cheery voice came back, “Oh, nothing much Alexa. Just a cranky baby, who loves her diapies I guess. I didn’t even check her and she’s already crying about a change. Poor thing needs some sleepy time.” Ava felt the snaps of her dress popped and then cool air enter the back of her diaper. The slime from before felt even clammier as it rapidly cooled in the open air. “See, baby. You’re not even that wet or messy. Changing time can wait. You can stay in your diapies you love so much.” Nicole buttoned the snaps up again and then began patting Ava’s diaper as she was carried to the sleeping mat. Thankfully, it was between Monica and Tiffany so at least she was close to familiar faces. All three, including bobby, were at least pretending to sleep with their eyes closed and their breathing deep behind their pacifiers. Nicole lowered Ava onto the mat and the little felt a stuffed bear pushed into her arms. A pacifier soon found its way into her mouth and Nicole even went to the length of firmly tucking the edges of the blanket under Ava’s stomach. “Now, baby Ava. No squirming or I might just have to help you get comfy. Unless,” Nicole got down to her knees and leaned over the terrified little, “you want nanny to get you all comfy for naptime.” Ava fervently shook her head and lisped behind the pacifier, “No, nanny. I don’t need any help.” Nicole rose to help the other nannies, “If you say so, baby. Just remember, no squirming.”