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The Little Thief is no more, but i wont let my hard work go to waist just because of one asshole. 80% of the story is what i made and i wont let it go to waist. Character names, and places have been changed from the original. Character dialog and actions have also been altered. some plot actions will be simaler but will have differences as the story continues. if you would like to read the original version of The little thief, you can read the role play it was originally based on. HERE. the Little thief story i made might be deleted, but i give no rights to post or to use my work in any way. i also hold nothing against Diaper_teen66. they are not the asshole im referring to. ----------- Chapter 1 It was a cold and dark night in the city of North Perthmit. It was 2:30 A.m. as the dark blue Ford drove down the street with its lights off. The only lights on this street were from the glow of Halloween decorations. "OK, Ella, you know what to do, right?" Bob asked as he pulled to a stop in front of one of the houses. "Just get in and unlock the front door. Then search the house for any valuables." Bob was an average-sized man with a balding head. He was in his mid 40's and had a bad attitude. Give him a cheap suit and a cigar, and he would look like a used car salesman. "If you find anything heavy, give me a call, and we'll grab it last," Bob said before he gave the little girl next to him the stink eye. "And remember, don't fuck this up." This was a routine Ella was familiar with. Bob always gave the same speech, and it always ended with Bob telling Ella that if she got caught, she was to pretend she did this alone. Because if Ella told anyone about Bob, he would find her and make her life a living hell. "T-this is not my first time Bob." Ella stuttered. "a-and besides, t-the old bats on v-vacation. How could I f-f-fuck this up?" Before Bob could answer, however, Ella grabbed her tool belt and jumped out of the car. Ella was 4 feet tall with short black hair in a pixie-cut style. She wore an all-black outfit with a black hat. You could almost mistake her for a boy if you didn't hear her speak. "OK, Bob, I'll call when im done or if I find something," Ella told Bob. "Don't fuck this up, you little freak," Bob told her. "This is a big job." As Bob drove away, Ella flipped him off. 'Well fuck you too." Ella whispered to herself. 'God, I hate working with him.' Ella took a deep breath of the cold air and relaxed momentarily before going to work. She had been scoping out this two-story house for the last month. Only one person lived here, a woman in her late 30's, early 40's. From watching her, Ella learned that the woman was going on an 8-day vacation to France and left earlier today for the airport. Ella ran to the fence leading to the backyard and saw the lock on the wall. It did not matter to Ella as she moved a loose board to reveal a small hole in the fence. This was one of the few perks of being small as she quickly slipped through the hole. Once in the backyard, Ella went up to the small basement window and flashed her light inside. Thankfully, nothing was blocking the window, and Ella could see the door to the house on the inside. Using a little crowbar from her belt, she could open the window with a bit of strain but with little noise to not wake the nabers. With her tiny body, she could barely squeeze into the basement and stand on some boxes. 'OK, first unlock the door for a fast getaway and check upstairs.' Ella told herself as she got to the basement door and got into the house She quickly unlocked the door and hurried upstairs. Once she was up there, she noticed a few doors. She went to the first one and saw it was just a bathroom. Not what she was looking for. The next was a door with unicorns and a name plack saying, Alex. Curious, Ella takes a peek into the darkroom. While she couldn't see anything inside, Ella could tell it was a kid's room, and she doubted anything valuable would be there. However, the final room at the end of the hall was just the room Ella was looking for. The woman's bedroom. After flipping on the lights, Ella went to work filling her bag. Unbeknownst to her, however, a car pulled up to the house, and an older-looking woman got out. It was the owner of the house, Nikkole Laden. Nikkole's flight to France was canceled not once but twice, and the older woman decided she didn't feel like waiting another few hours at the airport for another plane and decided to cancel her vacation. She can just have a nice staycation, she thought. Just stay home and relax. As she went to the door and put the keys in, Nikkole was tired and didn't realize the door was unlocked and slipped inside without making much of a sound. "I'll just get my stuff out of the car tomorrow. Right now, I just want to go to sleep." Nikkole told herself as she made her way up the stairs. But when she got upstairs, she noticed her bedroom light was still on. Did she forget to turn them off when she left? Nikkole thought when she heard something from inside. Someone was in the house! Nikkole reached into her bag, pulled out a can of mace, and slowly went to the bedroom. Ella had already taken all the jewelry, some money, and anything else that looked of value. Standing right next to a nightstand, she was looking at a picture of the woman she was stealing from holding a little blond girl in her arms. Ella could feel the knots in her stomach return. She hated doing this. She didn't want to do this, but Ella had to push those thoughts away. Bob will be expecting her soon. Ella grabbed the picture and set it face down so she didn't have to look at it before turning to check the closet. But as she does, Ella stubs her toe on the nightstand through her cheap, thin shoe. "MOTHER FUCKER!" Ella screamed as she dropped her bag and began kneeling to hold her hurt foot. Behind Ella, in the doorway, Nikkole watched the little girl curse and kneel in front of her. The girls back to Nikkole. Nikkole was shocked. She was expecting a full-grown adult to rob her, not a little girl. From the looks of it, Nikkole could see Ella was unarmed, so she put her mace away, walked into the room, and stood behind the tiny intruder. "Well, well, who are you, sweetie?" Nikkole asked and startled the tiny intruder as Ella let out a quick shriek and spun around. "O-oh shit…" Ella said as she looked up to the house owner standing over her. Ella's little heart beat like a jackhammer as she looked upon the house's owner. 'OH FUCK!' Ella's head screamed. 'She shouldn't be here! She should be on a plane to France right now, how is that old bitch here!' "Hmm? What precisely are you up to, young one?." Nikkole asked calmly as she kept her eyes on the "small intruder" in her room. Ella, on the other hand, was shaking slightly. Her eyes darted around the room for a way out. The older woman was blocking her path to the door, and there was a bed to her left. Beside the bed was a window that she could use, but she doubted. Even if Ella could get to the closed window, the old lady would grab her before she got it open. And Ella knew there was no way her body could smash the glass either. "YOUNG LADY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Nikkole asked again, but this time using her 'mom' voice. It had been quite a while since she used it, but it made the little girl jump slightly. Ella was the most frightened she had ever been in all her life. This had never happened before, she had some close calls early on, but nothing like this. "W-what are y-you doing sniff here?" Ella asked, trying to sound brave but failing. Hard. Being caught really threw her off her feet, and the shock in Ella's voice made her sound even younger than she already looked. . “Well,” started Nikkole. "I live here, but I am asking you, what are you doing here?" "W-well y-you see um DISTRACTION!" Ella yelled out before tossing her crowbar at the older woman before running to the door. "NO YOU DONT, YOUNG LADY!" Nikkole yelled as she caught the crowbar in one swift motion before she tossed it on the bed before she spun around to grab the little girl's arm with ease. "H-HAY LET ME GO, BITCH!" Ella yelled out as she struggled to escape the older woman's grip. Nikkole, on the other hand, quickly dragged Ella back into the bedroom over to her queen bed. After sitting down on it, she pulled the tiny intruder over her lap with just as much ease. "H-HAY WHAT THE FUCK A-ARE YOU D-D-DOING!?" Ella yelled out as she went over the older woman's lap. Every second, looking more like a little kid than a grown-up. "Now, will you tell me why you are here, young lady?" Nikkole asked as she held one of Ella's arms behind her back. "F-F-FUCK YOU! I DON'T HAVE T-TELL YOU SH," Ella yelled but was immediately replaced as the old woman slapped her little bottom. "OWWWWWWWW!!!!" Ella started kicking her feet wildly just to try to escape the older woman's grasp. "HEY! WHAT ARE Y-! OUCH! PLEASE, QUIT IT! YOU CAN'T, OW! TREAT ME LIKE THIS!" Ella yelled out as the older woman started spanking the little intruder. Even with Ella wearing jeans, she could feel the strong slaps to her little bottom. Ella felt humiliated at being caught and getting a spanking at eighteen years old! "L-LET ME OW! GO N-NOW! I AM, OWWW! *SNIFF* NOT A LITTLE GIRL! OWWWWW!" Ella yelled out as the tears and snot ran down her face. "Should I get the authorities then?" the older woman stopped and asked. *sniff* "No," Ella sniffled out, trying hard to hold back her childlike crying. Nikkole then let out a sigh. She hated having to do this, but she had to. "Now, can you please tell me what are you doing here? And more importantly, You look eight or nine years old. But im guessing that's not right. you got "it," dont you?" Nikkole asked "F-f-fuck you, you old bitch! I don't have *sniff* have to tell you shit." Ella said stubbornly, not wanting to give up. But to Ella's horror, the older woman grabbed the back of Ella's black pants and pulled them down to her knees! "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU D-DOING!" Ella yelled out, her eyes going wide as her pants went down. But before she could yell more, the older woman asked something. "Are you not wearing any protection?" the older woman asked, surprised to see someone with her condition not wearing a pull-up. "s-s-s-s-so what! It's not your fucking business!" Ella said, her face getting red. Nikkole was getting sick of all the cursing, So Nikkole started a new round of spankings. Ella's eyes widened as she got her first bare-bottom spanking in years! Ella kicked and fought, she was even able to kick off her pants and shoes. Ella screamed out every curse she knew, but soon, she could no longer resist. She soon burst out crying. "WAAAAAAAAAA! N-NO MORE PWEASE! N-SOB-N-WAAAAAAAAA-NO PWEASE! I W-W-WILL BE GOOD! SOB, I WILL BE GOOD! I SORRWE! WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Ella cried out, sounding just like a little kid getting a spanking. Nikkole then stopped as she took some breaths and then asked. "OK, are you going to be good?" Nikkole asked. "Or do you need another round?" It emphasizes her point. She gave Ella's bright red bottom another smack. "Y-WAAAAAAAAA-YES! SOB Y-Y-YES PWEASE NO MORE WAAAAAAAAAAA!" Ella cried out. Her little bottom felt like it was on fire! Soon, Ella was taken off the older woman's lap. But before she could beg more, scared of what might happen next, the older woman pulled her into a close hug and rubbed Ella's back, to Ella's surprise. "Shhh. It's OK. It's over," the older woman said to calm the still-crying child. Knowing there would be no way to get anything out of her while she was crying. Before Ella could ask or say anything, the older woman got up. Ella squeaked like a mouse in surprise before being lifted up and carried out of the room. "OK, let's go someplace more comfy." the older woman said as she carried Ella out of the bedroom. Ella sniffled as she did, her bottom sore from the spanking. Her eyes were red from crying, her bottom lip quivered, and her throat sore from screaming and crying. Nikkole then noticed something odd about the intruder. But they decided to wait until they reached their destination to confirm her thoughts. Nikkole soon got to Alex's old room. She took some deep breaths. It had been a while since the accident, and besides doing some cleaning now and again, Nikkole never went in there. It was just too hard. But it would still have what she needed for the little one in her arms, so after one more deep breath, Nikkole walked in, turning on a light. After closing the door, she put the little Adult on the floor. As Nikkole looked at Ella, Ella blushed and decided to distract herself by looking around the room. To her shock, it was the kid's room she saw when she was first upstairs, but now, with the light on, she could see it was more of a nursery than a kid's room. She looked around at the nursery. As she looked, it was not just any nursery. It was one of the most beautiful nurseries Ella had ever seen. The cream-colored walls with little pictures of teddy bears, rocking horses, and fairies. To the light pink carpet she was standing on, to the unicorn lamp sitting on a nightstand next to the soft green armchair. The whole room felt warm and made with love and care. As she looked more at the room, she saw, to her surprise, a crib. But to her shock, it was bigger than any crib she had ever seen, it was way bigger than for a baby. "S-someone like me could fit in there, and s-s-still has room to spread out," Ella said aloud, not realizing she had said it. Then Ella saw the changing table, and like the crib, it too was big. Then it clicked what was happening, and she faced what the older woman said. "N-n-no! I-I am not some T-Todler!" Ella said, shivering a bit from fear and lack of pants. "We will talk about that later, but right now, can you please take your shirt off for me?" Nikkole asked. She knew something felt off when she was carrying the little girl. "W-WHAT N-NO NO NO NO!" Ella could not believe what she was hearing. How could someone just ask that? What the fuck is wrong with this old bitch. She thought. "Calm down. You were much lighter when I carried you than you should be." The older woman said calmly but with a look of worry. "I-I d-d-don't care! You're a lot bigger than me. Of course, I would be lighter!" Ella said, holding her stomach, knowing that was not what the older woman meant. But she still didn't want anyone to see. "You can take off your shirt yourself, or I can take it off for you, but I need to see if I am right," Nikkole said one last time to give the girl a chance. Ella got mad, not wanting any more of this, so she just flipped her off. "L-l-look, just call the c-c-cops because there is no way I am l-l-l-letting a crazy old bi," but Ella was cut off as the older woman grabbed Ella's shirt and pulled it up and off before Ella could do something. To Nikkole's shock and horror, she was right. The girl was all skin and bones. "When was the last time you had a decent meal? I mean, look at you. I can see your rib lines." Nikkole asked. "Th-there are not m-m-my rib lines!" Ella lied with a mix of anger and fear. "You see, these are my, um, womanly curves!" Nikkole let out a sigh and shook her head. "I can tell you're lying and that you're starving." Ella could not speak. All she could do was fight back the tears and frustration. "What about your parents? Do they know about this? More importantly, do they know where you are right now?" Nikkole asked when she saw Ella's body tense up, her face a tidal wave of anger. "F-FUCK YOU AND FUCK THOSE M-M-MOTHERFUCKS! I-I-I DON'T NEED THEM. I-I DON'T WANT THEM. I HOLP THEY D-D-DIE!" Ella screamed as she stomped her foot down and balled up her fits. A single line of tears came from her right eye. Her entire naked body shook with pure anger. Nikkole was almost taken aback by hearing this. But at the same time, she knew exactly what it meant. Abuse... She immediately grabbed Ella and pulled her close. Ella began throwing punches and kicks. Ella even bit her shoulder, but none were effective as the older woman wrapped her arms around Ella and held her again. Ella continued to struggle, but anger-fueled rage soon subsided. All she could do was pant as she tried to catch her breath again. "Now, before I get you something to eat and drink, let's get you into something more appropriate for you to wear," Nikkole said before lifting the girl, taking her to the changing table, and laying her on it. Ella was shocked when she heard about getting a meal, but before she could say something about it, she was already picked up and put on the changing table, and a strap was placed across her stomach. "Wait, w-w-what are you doing?" then it dawned on her. "N-NO, NO, NO, NO! I-I AM NOT WEARING A FUCKING DIAPER! D-DO YOU HEAR ME!" "Sorry about this, but many people with your condition have day and/or nighttime accidents, so this is just in case," Nikkole said as she reached under the table and grabbed the needed supplies. "N-NO FUCK YOU! I *SOB* I DON'T HAVE A *SNIFF* ACCIDENT." Ella cries, not wanting to be put in yet another diaper. "Hay, it's OK if you do. My little Alex needed diapers as well," Nikkole said as she got an old but still unopened box of baby wipes. "W-WELL, I DON'T! AND YOU'RE FUCKING NOT PUTTING ME IN ONE!" Ella screamed and kicked with all her might. "Sorry, but I don't want you having an accident on my floor, so you're going in one whether you like it or not," Nikkole said as she tried to stay calm with the little girl. "FU-FUCK YOU! YOU CRAZY BITCH! I AM NOT L-LETTING YOU! H-HAY NO!!!" Ella stopped yelling as the older woman lifted the Small intruder's lags up and started giving her another spanking. Like before, Ella fought, cursed, and screamed, but just like before, she soon broke down in tears. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAA! N-NO MORE PWEASE! *SOB* N-NO MORE! I *SOB* WAAAAAAAAAAA! I-I'LL BE GOOD! PWEASE NO MORE!" Ella cried out in desperation. "OK, young lady, I have had enough of your temper tantrums. now, will you be a good girl and wear your diaper?" Nikkole asked when she stopped the spanking. "Y-sob-yes. I-I well, but pwease, n-no more sp-waaaaaaa-spankings pwease," Ella said, not meaning for it to sound so childish, "Good girl," Nikkole replied. She looked and saw that Ella had, in fact, peed a little during the spanking, no doubt from the pain. But she said nothing as she got to work cleaning the little girl. Ella squirmed and cried as her bottom was wiped, making her squirm more. "N-NO PWEASE NOT TH-THERE MO-MO…" Ella covered her mouth, stopping herself from saying, Mommy. "Shhhh, it's OK, just relax. Now let's get you something for your little bottom," Nikkole said as soon as she got done wiping and throwing the wipes away. She got some aloe Vaseline out and put it on the little girl's bottom. Ella's eyes went wide again, making her kick and cry, not to fight the woman, but from the pain, as the cold cream was put on her red and sore bottom. All the while, the older woman shhhed her and told her it would be OK. After what felt like forever to Ella, a diaper was finally put under her, and soon it was taped up. "There we go now. That was not so bad, was it?" Nikkole asked as she sat the little girl up, wiping away the tears and snot from Ella's face using one last baby wipe. Ella looked down at her horror and humiliation. The diaper was Purple and had baby cartoon animals on it. Her mind was all a mess, like a mixed-up puzzle. She had been spanked, striped, and diapered like a child. Ella kept thinking about how this happened and why she was there. Ella could not take it anymore and started to cry. Nikkole, seeing this, gives a hug. "Shh, it's OK. There, there, it's all going to be OK. How about we get you something to eat and some warm milk to drink?" the older woman asked. Ella just shook her head no. "P-p-waaaaaaaaaaa-pwease, n-n-no more pwease. j-sob-just call the cops pwease j-just take me to jail waaaaaaaaa." Ella cries, wanting her humiliation to end. To Nikkole's surprise, Ella jumped off the changing table and ran for it, making Nikkole turn and run after her. "HEY GET BACK HERE YOUNG LADY!" Nikkole yelled out. But Ella didn't listen. All she could think about was getting to the front door. If she could just get outside, she might be able to get to Bob and get away! Ella ran down the stairs, nearly slipping and falling, and turned to the door. She was turning the handle when her black shirt was grabbed and lifted into the air by her new diaper! Ella was kicking, screaming, and biting just to get free. But Nikkole held the little girl's arm in one hand and the diaper in the other. This gave Ella a wedgie, but that was the least of her problems as they returned to Nikkole's room. Once there, she opened the one drawer Ella didn't get to look through and pulled out some old handcuffs. She then walked to her door and handcuffed the tiny intruder to the doorknob. "W-WHAT *SOB* FUCK LET ME GO! *SNIFF* I-I AM NOT INTO THIS K-KINKY SH *SOB* SHIT! HOW DO YOU EV-EVEN! FUCK! WHY DO YOU EVEN H-HAVE HANDCUFFS?" Ella yelled out. "Well, every highway patrol officer, even retired ones, has a spare pair," Nikkole told the girl and saw Ella's face pale. "W-w-wait f-? B-bull-shit!" Ella Shouted, not believing the older woman was some form of cop. "T-this place is t-t-to big." "I won a small lottery shortly after I retired," Nikkole told her as she returned to the drawer and pulled out an old badge as proof. "I-I d-don't care. Let me go!" Ella said as she pulled on the handcuffs. "Sorry you wanted the cops here, and they will be here," Nikkole said as she walked past the little girl. Trying to ignore the tiny intruder's begs, curses, and screams again as she kicked and punched the door.

Hey I made this story with the help of ai, took me awhile to get the prompt to make something like this. Let me know what you think. **Chapter 1: A Morning Routine** Emily awoke to the soft glow of morning, a subtle reminder of the day ahead. The dampness beneath her brought an immediate awareness of her overnight diaper's use. It had served its purpose, now clinging to her skin, soaked and messy. The slight weight and the stinky aroma signaled the need for a change. Peeling back the covers, Emily assessed the state of her own diaper. The sagging, soiled fabric hinted at the night's activities, a tangible record of the comfort it provided. Her specially made uniform diaper, designed for functionality, retained the evidence of a night well-protected. As she rose, the dampness clung to her, a familiar sensation that marked the start of her day. Heading to the shower, Emily shed the used diaper, revealing the effects of its overnight use. The sagging back and the distinct odor were a testament to the relief it had offered. The fresh water cascading over her served as a cleanse, preparing her for the day. Once cleansed, she reached for the specially made uniform diaper, its snug fit a promise of a day free from dampness. Dressed in her shortalls with convenient snaps, Emily moved through her morning routine. Breakfast was a welcome break, the anticipation of the day's diaper changes lingering in the background. The fresh diaper beneath her shortalls provided a sense of security, devoid of the sag and stench that characterized its used counterpart. As Emily left her home, the day unfolded with the promise of diverse diaper changes. The changing station awaited, a haven where individuals of all ages would find relief from the damp, the soaked, the messy. The fresh diaper beneath her shortalls offered a clean start, the morning's routine a prelude to the communal care she would facilitate throughout the day. **Chapter 2: The First Change of the Morning** The changing station buzzed with the morning routine, and Emily wasted no time in attending to the first change of the day. A young child, accompanied by his unsuspecting mother, entered the space. Emily noted the child's discomfort, a clear indicator of a messy diaper that required attention. However, her attention quickly shifted to the mother. The mother, engaged in conversation with Emily, remained blissfully unaware of the state of her own diaper. As she spoke, Emily discreetly observed the sagging back and drooping seat beneath the mother's skirt. The messiness was evident, yet the mother continued, oblivious to the dampness that clung to her. With a playful touch to the seat of the mother's diaper, Emily teasingly remarked, "Looks like someone's due for a little change, don't you think?" The mother, taken aback, glanced down and blushed, realizing the state she was in. "Oh my, I had no idea," she admitted, a mix of embarrassment and gratitude in her voice. In a private corner of the changing station, Emily guided the mother through the process of a diaper change. The fresh diaper, snug and untarnished, replaced the sagging, soiled one. The embarrassment lingered, but the mother expressed gratitude for Emily's discreet observation and assistance. As Emily attended to the mother's needs, she couldn't help but notice a warmth spreading in her own diaper. The act of changing someone else, combined with the innate vulnerability of the moment, triggered an involuntary response. Yet, duty called, and Emily continued her work, the warmth a reminder that her own change would have to wait. The mother, now comfortably changed, left the changing station with a newfound awareness. Emily, caught between her own need and the responsibilities of the day, pressed on. The first change of the morning had set the tone, a blend of playful banter, discreet observation, and the shared vulnerability that defined the changing station's daily routine. **Chapter 3: A Busy Businessman's Change** Amidst the bustling morning, a busy businessman entered the changing station, a sense of urgency evident in his stride. Emily, with her keen eye, noted the sagging of his diaper, a clear sign that the demands of his busy schedule had taken a toll. "Busy day ahead?" Emily inquired, her tone a blend of empathy and understanding. The businessman, somewhat surprised at the observation, nodded in agreement. "You could say that. Meetings upon meetings. Sometimes I lose track of time," he admitted, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. As the businessman settled into the changing station, Emily discreetly assessed the state of his diaper. The sagging and slight discoloration revealed a diaper that had borne the brunt of a hectic morning. "Looks like you've been racing against the clock," she remarked, injecting a touch of humor into the situation. The businessman, though initially reserved, chuckled in acknowledgment. With a practiced efficiency, Emily guided the businessman through the process of a diaper change. The fresh diaper, in stark contrast to its used counterpart, offered a reprieve from the dampness and messiness that characterized the morning. "There you go, ready to tackle the day again," Emily remarked, the businessman expressing gratitude for the quick yet essential intervention. As Emily assisted the businessman, a subtle discomfort made itself known—her own diaper, soaked from the earlier changes. The warmth, a constant companion throughout the morning, persisted as a reminder of the shared vulnerability that transcended age and occupation. The businessman, now rejuvenated, left the changing station, leaving Emily to navigate the demands of the day with her own need for a change patiently waiting in the background. **Chapter 4: Unexpected Urgency** Amidst the routine of the changing station, Emily felt an unexpected pang in her stomach. A discomfort that demanded immediate attention. Her face strained, a subtle grimace betraying the urgency of the moment. In a sudden bout of discomfort, Emily squatted down, her focus momentarily shifting from the busy surroundings. The sudden need for relief, however, brought an unforeseen consequence. Emily, in the midst of her own duties, felt the unmistakable warmth spreading in her own diaper. A fresh mess had manifested in the seat, causing her diaper to droop slightly. The unexpected turn of events brought a mix of surprise and resignation to Emily's face. Navigating her own discomfort, Emily acknowledged the shared vulnerability that transcended her role as the changing station attendant. The sagging back of her own diaper bore witness to the unpredictable nature of bodily functions. In the quiet moments that followed, Emily composed herself, the routine of the changing station demanding her immediate attention, even as the subtle reminder of her own needs lingered. **Chapter 5: A Silent Signal** Feeling the persistent discomfort in her own diaper, Emily discreetly caught the eye of another attendant, a silent yet urgent signal passing between them. The shared understanding among the changing station staff extended beyond the routine diaper changes, and Emily's embarrassed expression conveyed the need for a more personal intervention. The other attendant, noticing Emily's signal, approached with a knowing glance. "Everything okay?" she inquired, a subtle acknowledgment of the unspoken language that defined their shared responsibilities. Emily, slightly embarrassed, nodded in response. In a hushed tone, Emily admitted, "I didn't anticipate this, but I think I need a change myself." The other attendant, without judgment, offered a supportive smile. "No worries. Happens to the best of us. Let's take care of it." Guided by the unspoken camaraderie that defined their roles, Emily and the other attendant found a private space. The embarrassment lingered, but the other attendant, with a reassuring tone, said, "We all have our moments. Don't worry about it." As Emily lowered her shortalls and revealed the slightly drooping diaper, she hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of vulnerability and trust. "Could you help me out?" she asked, her request met with a nod of understanding. The changing station's routine, though momentarily interrupted, showcased the genuine support that existed among the attendants. In that private moment, Emily's own needs took precedence, the sagging back and the fresh mess serving as a reminder of the shared vulnerability that united them all. The other attendant, with practiced ease, facilitated the change, bringing a sense of relief to Emily amid the routine they both navigated. **Chapter 6: Personal Care** With the urgency acknowledged, Emily made her way to the changing table, a familiar yet personal space within the changing station. Lying back, she felt a mix of vulnerability and relief as the other attendant approached. The crinkle of diaper tapes being unfastened echoed in the small, private room, underscoring the intimacy of the moment. The cold touch of wipes against Emily's skin brought a shiver, a stark contrast to the warmth that had defined her own diaper throughout the morning. The meticulous care taken by the other attendant emphasized the shared understanding that extended beyond the changing station's communal duties. As the wipes did their work, Emily caught a whiff of the familiar scent of baby powder, a comforting aroma that added a layer of reassurance to the process. The routine, though now focused on her personal care, retained the elements that defined the changing station's daily operations. With the used diaper rolled up and disposed of, Emily felt a sense of renewal. The sagging back and the discomfort were replaced by the snug fit of a fresh diaper. The tapes fastened securely, signaling the completion of a personal change that mirrored the routine she facilitated for others. The chapter closed with Emily, back on her feet, a renewed sense of comfort emanating from the fresh diaper. The changing table, a witness to both routine and personal care, stood as a symbol of the shared vulnerability that bound the changing station attendants together. **Chapter 7: A Shared Moment of Embarrassment** In the aftermath of Emily's personal change, both attendants lingered in the room, the unspoken understanding between them intact. However, the tranquility was abruptly shattered when the other attendant's face turned crimson, a clear indication of an unexpected turn of events. As the room filled with the unmistakable stink of a freshly messed diaper, the other attendant, now visibly embarrassed, took a deep breath and admitted, "Well, it seems I'm in the same boat now." The shared laughter that followed, though slightly awkward, bridged the gap between professionalism and the unavoidable aspects of their shared reality. Emily, appreciating the irony of the situation, teased with a playful grin, "Looks like we've both had our unexpected moments today." The other attendant, still blushing, acknowledged the truth in Emily's words. In a role reversal, Emily assumed the position of the assisting attendant, guiding her coworker through the process of a change. The routine, now turned personal, showcased the camaraderie that defined their relationship. The sounds of tapes being unfastened and the smell of baby powder filled the room once again, this time for the benefit of the other attendant. As the change concluded, the room carried the lingering scent of baby powder and the warmth of fresh diapers. The shared vulnerability and mutual support remained, solidifying the unspoken bond that transcended the routine of the changing station. The attendants, having navigated the unexpected twists of the day, emerged with a renewed understanding of the human aspect that defined their unique profession. Let me know if I should make more or if you enjoyed it.

"I can't believe mom is making me take you on this stupid doll factory tour!" Cody whined. His sister Amanda says "Well I been wanting to go to this for awhile plus they got new dolls being made and it's a huge surprise. Something thats never been done!" They both start walking with the lady of rhe tour. Cody bored decides to go on his own tour. He quickly evades the group and his sister. His sister is too focused to on tour to notice he's gone. Cody finds a room labeled "keep out secret testing in progress". Cody intrested goes in and it's super dark but can hear machines going. The lights then come on and couldn't believe his eyes "he saw life like dolls same size of him but they were robots looked so real like humans. They were all in packaging except one was ripped open. "I wonder who opened this" Cody confused. Then from behind two arms grab him its the doll that was missing from the box "well well well looks like I found my replacement. No way I'm going to be somebody's baby dolly but I'm sure you'll be perfect for them" The doll takes him to this slide and throws him down "have fun with your new life. I'm about to start my own new life" the doll chuckles. Cody slides down then lands on a conveyor belt. A robot size doll that's bigger then him scans him. "Hmm I don't remember boys being part of this baby doll project but I guess they are going for sissy baby. Well let's get you ready and set to go" The robot grabs Cody but before Cody could say anything she sticks a pacifier in his mouth. "Now now no talking back its time to put you in a nice thick diaper but first we got to shave you down there" The robot then shackles him down to a chair and a bunch of hands rip his clothes off leaving him butt naked. The robot then grabs him and puts him across his knee. Cody trys to fight but the robot spanks him on the butt. Cody crys and immediately stops moving. Now lets shave those boy bits. The razor comes down and shaves his balls, dick, and butt hole. "There thats better but I think I feel someone is getting hard we can't have that can we. Now I'm going to remove your pacifier and if you try to talk back it goes right back in". Cody complies with the robot then waits for his next fate. The robot grabs a baby bottle filled with a little of milk then grabs his dick then lubes it up. And starts milking Cody till he makes loads of cum in the bottle. Cody felt so good he couldn't fight back. His orgasm was so amazing but them the robot grabs a chastity cage for his small soft dick. "Now we can't have you playing with yourself. Your new owner will decide when to unlock you. So be a good baby" the robot then locks his dick up and feeds him the bottle full of his cum and milk. "You got to be big and strong so protein was important for your milk". Cody can't believe he just drank his own cum. The robot then gets a giant thermometer but this one wasn't for mouth it was for rectal. Cody whines "Hey come on please no not that! " before he could back away the robot flipped him on his back and stickes thermometer up his butt. Cody could feel his dick precumming from feeling the thermometer hit his prostate. "Let's see well you look pretty healthy but ewww gross. Seriously do you not wipe your butt or clean down in that butthole. No no you need to be cleaned but also taught a lesson". The robot reveals a enema bag then grabs a diaper. "It's time for you to get a first experience of using your diaper at least!". The robot sticks the enema up his butt then starts shooting the water up his butt. She then diapers him up and plants him on her knee. "Now show mommy what a good girl does in her diaper". Cody tried to hold it but his butthole failed and realized a toxic messy wet poopy into his diaper. Cody cried like a baby while the robot laughed and bounced him. "Get use to it. I'm sure your owner will enjoy you so much. You look so embarrassed and blush it's so cute!" The robot then changes his diaper and wipes his butt hole very well. Before she diapered him she slipped a suppository up his butt. Then gets him dressed. Putting a small skirt barely coveting his diaper. And a shirt that says sissy boy on it. She then carries him to a box and ties his hands and feet up. "Well it's been fun but let's show you off. I'm sure someone will buy you". She put him on a conveyor which leaded to a show room. Which everybody was starring at him laughing. They couldn't believe their eyes but that wasn't even worse part. His sister Amanda saw him and approached the box. "Hey il take him please". Cody then says "omg Amanda am I glad to see you. Hey you got to untie me from this and get me out of here and....*click*" Amanda took a picture with her phone. "Now listen here sissy diaper boy I'm now in charge and your going to do what I say from now on or I can send this to all your friends" Cody scared "come on Amanda you can't do this I'm your big brother. You cant... ugh..." Cody felt the suppository taking effect. He couldn't poop himself infront of his sister. His sister smiled and knew what he was about to do. "Well looks like the baby needs to go boom boom. Daww well you are wearing a diaper go ahead show your new big sister how to fill a diaper" she then hits record on her phone to capture everything. Cody let's out a huge fart then his diaper starts to drop down from all the poo entering his diaper. "Noo this can't be happening. Im not a baby." Cody whined. Amanda smiled "peeeyeww baby bro you sure know how to pack them diapers like a pro. Looks like I got a fun pic and a video too. Here's the deal if you don't want both of these out. I mean the video is going to be way worse then picture but your going to tell mom that you want to bond with me more by being my new diaper doll toy. And... wait what's this" Amanda spots a key on the box that reads "key to chastity cage" Amanda laughs "oh my gosh I heard about these. Wow now your really going to be all mine. If you ever want to wank your little wee wee off then I suggest you better listen to everything I say. Also we got to get home my friends are coming over and I can't wait to show them to you. Plus il need help changing that stinky diaper. Gosh who knew boys took big dumps"