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Has anyone ever just went to bed with a dream that they as a rich adult were put under the control of another person (caregiver). One in which you were told as a boy to put on a girly diaper, and then given a horse laxative or a cow laxative one that would just fill that diaper to the point where you are just like a bucket of your piss and diarrhea. But then your caregiver pulls you outside where you find out your phone is actually missing and so is your wallet, and your car keys, and keys to your house and mailbox. But then you realize that your mistress has gotten your password to your phone. Now your mistress ends up going into your notes page where you have written down your password to your bank account. But you’re still fully unaware of what’s actually happening because the mistress just took the phone and said she would be quick. Next thing you know your mistress is entering the password to your banking service onto your phone. But still you don’t even realize, but she gets in. She now goes over to where you have your credit cards and access cards to your banking account and she decides to get an extra credit card and access card attached to your card. She sees this pop up of filling out the details, she fills it out. Next thing you know she now has access to your credit card. But while your still occupied with other things she decides to remove the 2 step verification factor which will come in handy later on when she doesn’t have access to your phone. But then before she finishes up she decides to do one last thing, she changes the password on your phone. But this is where things really get interesting because you may think that she is going to be nice and give you back your phone, wallet, and keys. Well no that’s not the case because now that she has also downloaded the banking app, and has copied down your access card details on her phone. She decides to be a little bit mean, she decides to play a little game of hide and seek, to find everything in your wallet you must have to go around the yard finding it, and anything you don’t find within the 30-45 minutes she gets to go through and keep whatever she wants to keep and anything she doesn’t want or finds useless to her, she finds a way to get rid of it. So you go around after she has hid everything looking all over the place when you only find 2 things from your wallet, you only find 2 coupons. So, now you come back and you wonder what will the mistress keep and what will she throw away? Well, she goes around collecting everything you haven’t found yet, and she comes up to you. She approaches you and she handcuffs your arms/hands together. Then she comes up to your diaper and gently pulls on the elastic band in the waistband of your diaper, which is still full of poopy water and pee. It smells horrible by the way now, and she drops your phone in there and now you wonder how are you going to get that out because you need your phone. So while you think oh, I am going to just reach in there and pull it out you forget that your hands are still handcuffed. But you try with all of your might but the handcuffs win. But then you think to yourself oh the phone will just float, but then you realize that your mistress already thought about that issue as she added some sort of extra hidden weight to the back of the phone to make it float to the bottom. But now with that dealt with, next the mistress goes through everything that she thinks is valuable to her and she pulls out some cash you had and says this is mine because a baby boy shouldn’t be treating himself. She reaches in and pulls out your credit cards and she says, that sissies already spent enough money on themselves, and next thing she opens up that diaper again and drops your access card, and your credit card into that diaper which is filled with that poop and pee. Next she pulls out your driver license, she says out loud, oh man I don’t look anything close to this age or person, so next she decides to drop that in as well. Next thing she pulls out and you feel helpless at this moment in time, but next thing she pulls out is your healthcare card and she says oh my sissy has some medical conditions, and asks you when was the last time you have seen a doctor? You respond with a few months ago. The mistress replies with oh my, you must be due for a full check up, let me book you one. So your mistress opens up her phone and phones her friend who is a veterinarian for horses and cattle, and so your mistress is talking and finishes her phone call and comes back. She tells you that your booked, for a full check up next week. So, you don’t know that she is a veterinarian but you think that everything is going to be just alright. So now she comes back to your wallet where she notices that you have some gift cards in there, one in which is a gift card for a coffee shop, and the other which is good for amazon. She takes the gift cards and says well since your a baby you won’t be able to drink an adult coffee without having a problem. So now that your whole wallet is empty, she says, you know what your probably just itching to get this wallet back aren’t you? You reply with yeah, it’s one of my favourite wallets. Well, your in bad luck for today and she says this with a grin in her eyes as she opens up your diaper and drops it in. Now you have a diaper with your credit cards and all of your contents from your wallet, which all is probably destroyed with all of the liquids in the diaper. But then she says oh wait I forgot to also see where these keys actually fully go. So she looks more closely at the keys, and finds out they lead to a safe that you have at this house, since it is your house after all it’s just she has broke in and has now forced you into this lifestyle. So she now leaves you outside in just your diaper, you try and get out of the cuffs, thinking that will be a solution to help fix everything. You try and try but with each attempt and with you just standing there your actually making things 10x worse as you move around the contents that have been soaking there now for over an hour plus some more time. But she goes over inside the house to the safe, and uses the key on the safe next thing you know it opens. She is now standing in front of an open safe, she reaches in and finds 2 passports one which is expired and another one which is still valid. Now you forget that you have 2 passports in there and so you think that the only passport in the safe is the one that is still valid. So she puts the valid passport in her pocket and carries out the old passport. She walks outside, and next thing you know your eyes are wide open, she walks up to you and says oh is baby okay, mommy just has to put some restrictions on what services baby girl can actually use. So, I am just going to throw your passport in the diaper baby girl since your not going anywhere without mommy especially since your a baby and babies don’t travel long distances. So she opens up that diaper, and she drops the passport into your diaper, which is just a pond essentially of poop and pee with some floating pieces of things from your wallet. But then she says oh I forgot to do one thing, so she goes back inside the house and says I forgot to give you your Apple Watch back, so she says well babies don’t need to know the time because that’s mommies job. So, she takes the Apple Watch and starts strapping it onto her wrist, and she pushes a few buttons and next thing you know she has disabled the texting and phoning feature of your phone, however while your still out of the blue, your forget that there is one very major application on your Apple Watch, your Apple wallet which houses your credit card. So, now she goes back inside and comes back out with a diaper cover and locks it on. She undos your handcuffs and says to you, now baby why don’t we get some exercise, since it’s good for you. So now you agree with your mommy and you follow her commands. But man that’s going to be one of the biggest mistakes you have just made since now your movement is going to actually move those things in the diaper, which actually is making things 10x worse. Because while your hopes of recovering your cards, coupons, ID, your phone, and credit cards are now lost, especially since now you need to get a key to unlock your diaper. But after doing the exercise you notice a funny smell coming from your diaper, you just play it off knowing that a diaper change isn’t going to happen anytime soon, and you accept your defeat. So, you wonder where is that purging smell coming from. While your caregiver is smiling with her eyes and mouth, she knows that with her making you do all of that workout that you actually have started to sweat adding some extra boosting strength to that already smelly mess. So, you both go inside now and you find out it’s almost time for dinner. So you eat dinner and carry on like nothing has happened. However, you go to bed, and mistress is never sleeping, so she goes over to your room and opens up that diaper on a towel, and now the mess has been absorbed into the diaper and your skin. So she reaches in and finds out that your credit card and your access card, your ID, your phone, and your passport have all survived some miracle. So she grabs the cards and walks downstairs over to her den where she has a shredder so now she puts your cards and passport down the shredder. Your still out of it since she had exhausted you out. But then she takes your phone and she gets it working again and next thing you know she is going through all of your passwords, photos, videos, your opened and closed browsers, and your note pages in your it notes app. When she decides that she should give you back your phone, with some restrictions that is of course. So she finds your password to your App Store, and she downloads this app, that allows for her to screen mirror, and control what apps you have access to and what you can actually access on your phone. So she turns on some of the restrictions, and she mutes and blocks the Apple wallet, and your credit card application and blocks the webpage entirely. Now that she has this all done she hides the app so that way you will never know what she has actually done. She comes back upstairs and finds you still asleep, so she rediapers you back up and decides to go to the store to plot her next revenge. So she goes out the garage and decides to take your vehicle with the keys that she has taken from you from before. She drives off to the store and she still has your keys to the mailbox and to the house in her pocket. She arrived at the store and she walked in and grabbed a shopping cart. She goes over to the baby aisle and picks up some baby food, snacks, some baby formula, and some powder for the water, and some vitamins that will help the baby out. She then heads over to the pharmacy where she picks up some laxatives and diuretics for you. But then she goes to that pick up stall for your prescriptions, and she picks up some medications that are supposed to make your poop and pee smell a lot worse, and she picks up some sleeping aid medications, and some happy pills. She also picks up some gloves and some other supplies including a package of suppositories, and some materials for an enama. Now your still sleeping back at home. But then back at the store she also picks up some pop, milk, eggs, and some other things, she goes to the check out and pays for the supplies with the credit card on the Apple Watch, and she watches as the payment goes through. Next she loads up everything and heads over to her ‘new’ car. So, she closes the hatch and brings the cart back. She goes to her next stop, which is the veterinary clinic that her friend owns and she picks up some more medications from the prescription pick up at the pharmacy. She picks up some more laxatives, and stool softeners, she also picks up some diuretics, and some muscle relaxants (for humans) for later if needed, and she picks up some medicine that helps to keep you feel like you need to be drinking more water, and another medicine that helps you to want to eat more food, and another medicine that helps you to want to stay more energized and feel like you want to do more in the day and exercise more. So before leaving this shop this time she stops by a few aisles one of them happens to be for her to pick up some vetwrap, and some industrial strength bonding materials, and some very strong tape, the next had her go down an aisle for horse shoe bondant, and the next had her go down another aisle where she picked up some permanent pink hair dye and she picked up quite a few bottles of everything. Next she picked up some horse shampoo and conditioner that is supposed to be for horses as it helps with their manes, which had advertised on the bottle other features such as hair growth formulation, and extra soft, and shiny looking, and it also smelt like oatmeal. So she picked up quite a few bottles of this stuff as well. Next she moved her hand a little bit down the aisle where she found another shampoo and conditioner that was advertised as helping keep your hair looking fresh, and shiny, and it also had features such as detangled formulation, and helping to constantly rehydrate the scalp. But then she walked over to the other employee and asked them if they had a horse and was going to apply this horse hair dye to them is there a shampoo or conditioner or is there a better longer lasting product then what she had in her cart in baby pink. So the employee tells her that they indeed have a better longer lasting hair dye for horses that is there with them until you redye it again. So she picks up the new product and switches it out with what she had. The employee then tells her that she should get this other shampoo and conditioner as it has all of the features in your current bottle plus a lot more. So she switches it out, and heads over to the next aisle where she picks up an electric lockable horse collar that has features such as invisible fencing, plus much more, all with advanced locking capabilities and an all new locking mechanism. So she now heads over to the checkout and pays for the products and heads back to the car. So now she decides to go to the last location where she heads to the hardware store. She enters the store and heads over to the superglues and looks through the catalogue and she finds a superglue that meets some of her needs. All but the one, which is instant bonding capabilities. But, in the superglue also comes with higher strength then she originally wanted, it also features water proofing formula, allows for flexible movement from the object or person. It features also the capabilities where the glue will go in every single crack and pore and fill it all in. Plus, it’s guaranteed a longer lasting glue then all of the other glues. So she heads over to the glue and sees that the price is also very expensive, however she thinks to herself and then throws all of the available products into her cart and laughs. She then heads to her next aisle which is the locks where she looks at the catalogue once more and finds a lock that she likes and has the strongest rating to it as well. So she goes over to where those locks are and puts all of them in her cart, and then she realizes that she forgot to pick up some tape, and some sealant, and so she heads back but on her way she passes by this aisle which has wifi plugs, so she picks up a few of them, and as she’s about to leave she realizes that you haven’t been nice to her, so she decides that you deserve a little fun especially if your going to be staying in diapers for a little while longer, so she goes over to the aisle which has expanding foam and looks at the catalogue there once again where she finds out that there is some expanding foams that are for sale that also have a bonding feature to them. So, she picks all of them up. She heads over to the tapes and picks out a waterproof and some double sized industrial strength tapes. Then she heads over to the sealants and finds the sealant needed, and as she’s about to leave the aisle she finds that they sell superglue strength increasing formulas that increase the strength of whatever your gluing so she asks an employee who shows her where to find it. She looks through the book and finds the most perfect one ever, it has the highest strength increase, and has waterproofing, and it has features that make it impossible to get it off, and she thinks to herself, this will be the greatest day ever especially since when I apply the superglue and this stuff there will be no way that he will be able to get the superglue to separate. Now what she also realized is that with the superglue she had chosen she also had ordered more for when it comes back in the next day and some more of the superglue strengthening liquid. But the superglue will be on her side, especially since when applied it also has some strength boosting traits that when you apply it, and you wait a minute and then have the person move or move their parts that have been superglued it actually strengthens the glue making it more difficult to get off and making it stronger for the victim. So, now she heads to the checkout when she notices that they have a key copier machine there so she puts in the 2 keys, the one for the house and the other for the mailbox and she gets 2 more keys back. So she now smiles with a bit of delight. So now, she goes over to the checkout and pays using my credit card and it gets approved, and so she packs up all of her bags and heads to her car. She puts everything in and decides that you should have a swimsuit, so she quickly drives over to the pool, where she goes over to the lost and found and finds a used obviously baby girl’s swimsuit, and she finds another swimsuit for a girl, and puts it into her bag, after doing this for a bit, she also finds some used girly socks in there and puts those in her bag as well. Now she heads back to the car, where she comes home, and enters without any of her bags. She goes upstairs to see if I am still sleeping and with delight on her face, I am still sleeping. So she goes back downstairs and goes outside and starts to bring the supplies all back in. After she has finished she decides to quickly go to the mailbox to see if her cards have come in yet or not. So she hides all of the supplies and goes over to the mailbox. She opens the mailbox and she picks up the 2 envelopes that are from the bank, and she jumps up and down. So, she goes on the app on her phone and goes to the credit limit and she increases her limit and decreases the limit on my card. While she is there she also pays off the card. So now she is happy, so she goes home and begins to do a bit of research, on diapers and clothes. She finds the most perfect princess in baby pink diaper that also is thick and also is an overnight diaper with the tapes and everything, and it has anti tear protection making it impossible to rip open the diaper. Plus it comes with a diaper wetness indicator and it can hold a lot of liquids. So she goes upstairs to where I am still sleeping and pulls out a tape measure taking all of the measurements of me. She finishes with the measurements and looks and says oh these diapers also are in waddle cut if you pay extra. I think baby girl will appreciate the extra waddle. So she chooses the small size that fit me the best, and she sees that they have different quantities. So she looks over at me and says yeah, I think this baby needs them for a long time and he sure will go through them so without hesitation she clicks the 1300 diapers quantity and adds it to her cart, next she looks through the website seeing that the also have diaper spreaders that are lockable for sale, so she adds 13 of them into her cart. Next she goes through and finds that they have pacifiers that have a locking clip to them but that also have an opening for giving your baby medicine. So she adds a few of those into her cart as well. Next she adds a few diaper boosters into her cart, and finishes checking out. Next she heads over to Amazon where she adds some of the water diapers that she did research on and added a lot of those to her cart. Little did I realize that the water diapers had a feature built into them that make it impossible to take off after you go in the water for 25-35 minutes. But then she searches for some swimming suits, and she finds the one her friend had recommended to her for me, and she buys a few of them. Next she searches up Huggies wipes and pampers wipes and adds a few of them to her cart, and then she looks up the chocolate ex-lax pieces and adds a few of them. Then she added some ultra volume baby bottles and water bottles that could contain like 2+ litres of either milk or water in them. But after all of that she added some chocolates to her cart, after this she added some tanning lotion to the cart ones that could be applied under clothing and still give you a sunburn on the skin under the clothes. After this she checked out and searched up some locking mittens and she bought some, and she bought a locking onesie. But then she went over to a Halloween online store and bought a few princess and mermaid costumes. And she somehow found out that they sold skin dyes that don’t come off ever, and so she added that and to be extra sure it wouldn’t come off she added a few bottles of skin bleach, and some brushes. So, next she bought those stuff, and she still had an issue she didn’t have any pants for me. So she pulled up a website that her friend had also recommended and she bought some yoga/active women pants that were very tight in the waist. She next went over to this swimming store and found that they had some life jackets where the style exact replicated a baby life jacket with the crouch straps and everything, but for adults, and she also was a person who knew how to make modifications. So she went over to the online store where she buys some of her modifications and added the upgraded locking straps and clips to the life jacket. So now, she had to just wait for the fun to arrive. So the next day everything arrived and she knew that she had to roll out the plan so she waited until it was my bedtime to strike since she knew that the superglue and sealant would take some time to fully do it’s job. So, as soon as she noticed that the sleeping medicine had worked, she got to work she started to strip my diaper and pulled out this new thicker waddling style pink princess diaper and put it on me, and when she put it on me she didn’t realize on how strong the leg cuffs and the waistband with the elastic that it had come with were. So she took great delight in applying thick layers of superglue in both of the leg gatherings making sure that she payed attention to detail. While she waited for that to start to hold, she started to apply the horse dye on my hair near my penis, and she finished that and added the skin bleach, and the skin dyes as she had perfectly replicated the diaper with the colour and with all of the details, the one in which I was wearing and she even ensure that it had dried, and she watched as now that it had dried, I couldn’t do anything to get it off of me. But with me still asleep, and me going to be passed out for a very long time. She ensured that the superglue near the leg gatherings had been moved to better strengthen it to my skin, and she went back and added a few more layers keeping this motion going and then she looked over and realized that she should get to working on the waistband. So she pulled the waistband a little bit but then she looked at how much space that she had to work with. So she looked and realized that for things to be really more entertaining and interesting she would have to start applying the glue lower then the waistband. So she started working on supergluing up the top part of the diaper now, going layer by layer ensuring each layer also had some sealant in it like she had done with the leg gatherings. She also ensured that the leg gatherings were as tight as possible, to the point where you couldn’t even get a single finger in it, or even a tiny object. As she came to the waistband she finished the last layer’s touchups and nicely had put it back. She put the lid/cap back onto the superglue and she laughed, and started to press down on the important areas of the waistband. So she did her idiot check again, and found that only one area was starting to budget so she took great delight in grabbing the superglue strengthener, and the superglue bottle and started applying some more of the superglue while finishing on the strengthener. She took some great delight in knowing that I am now a baby girl for life. But then something else happened and she had found it to be a surprise. When I sleep, I move around a lot in my bed. So, when she had applied the glue I was moving around a lot so, not only was that glue now going to find it’s final home now, there was no way it would ever come off of me. So, with me still sleeping she took the chance to put those pants on me and a leotard that she found at her local gym. But before letting everything go, she grabbed that horse shock collar with the upgraded battery, and power management system, and upgraded motors that would shock you. She put it around my neck, and finally took great pleasure in tightening up the straps, before putting one of 2 locks on the straps. She now knew that she had the control over me. She left with the key in her pocket and as they left the room she whispered goodnight baby girl. So she went downstairs where she went back to researching some more things, such as car seats, leotards, recipes for meals and baking, drinks, and snacks for people who should be pooping and peeing more. She came across a few recipes and she even found a car seat which she bought and she ordered some leotards for me that would be too tight on me and show my whole diaper, and be hard to take off after being put in it and she found out the leotards also had a unique feature they were warmer then regular leotards which means you would sweat more, making it impossible to get out of them without some extra assistance from somebody else. So, I wake up feeling like something warm has been hugging me for hours. I get up out of bed and find myself in clothes that I couldn’t even remember if I had put on last night. Anyways, I head downstairs and ask mom what’s for breakfast. She responds to me with I will get your milk but you will be trying a new recipe on everything for today. I responded with okay. So, I asked her what was for breakfast then, and she replied with pancakes, eggs, bacon and toast. Little did I realize that the pancakes were actually for babies and they also had some ingredients in them that make you more constipated. So, I told mom that I am going upstairs to go to the washroom and get dressed. She responded with, oh for now on babies don’t use the toilet they actually use that toilet that they are wearing. So, now I was a little mad at her comment so I went upstairs anyways, and all I could hear is the baby milk warming machine and the sizzling of the grill. When I took off my pants, I went back down to grab the diaper to get it off of me, and I noticed something on my neck I put it off as maybe a tracking device. But then when I went to try and take off the diaper, I noticed that it wouldn’t budge. Now I went the whole entire day trying to play with my diaper trying to figure out why it wouldn’t come off. So that night I went to bed, and mom started to get busy, as she took great delight in applying some of the superglue to the diaper tapes and ensured that she had gotten every corner and inch she didn’t want anything to stick up because she knew it would otherwise be a matter of time before the tapes would come off. She made sure to push on the tapes and did this a few times. Next she took great delight in getting out those locking mittens and added some superglue into the insides of those mittens that had padding and didn’t allow for me to grab anything. And she also made sure my hands wouldn’t budge. Next she pulled out the locking diaper spreader which was clear to the point where it allowed for you to see every little and big angle to my girly thick diaper. She put it on me and ensure that she had superglued the leg gatherings again and the waistband and she also added more superglue to my diaper waistband and leg gatherings on the original diaper again. But then she added the locks onto the diaper spreader. It didn’t help with the waddle cut diaper as it had already added more padding in the crouch, but now this thing was pushing on the diaper making both of them both as effective. But as I slept I noticed that all of a sudden things felt more like a cloud, they felt so soft. What I didn’t realize at the time was that it was because of my mistress putting on the diaper spreader which was pushing on my diaper which was the cloud feeling. Next she took some pictures of me and she also had a few small waterproof cameras in my diaper, and in my spreading pants, and they were all placed strategically to be angled at where when I pooped or peed it would be recorded. But she also had secret hidden cameras set up in my room where when I actually finally had to go pee and poop I didn’t realize that she had recorded me doing it with my full face revealed. Now she didn’t tell me about this but every time I pooped or peed my pants she had it on camera since there was a sensor in the diaper that essentially told the cameras to go off when it was triggered. But now this was the bad thing she clearly had me on camera pooping myself and peeing myself now in 4K and she had videos of inside of my diaper and also of the diaper expanding with the mess, and me actually enjoying it. Part 2 is coming.

When Kaleigh Turner’s university lacrosse team breaks down in the picture-perfect town of Sweet Hollow, the girls are split into host homes for a warm helping of good old-fashioned hospitality. There’s no cell service, no mechanic until morning, and the locals’ smiles are just a little too wide. Kaleigh isn’t thrilled about being separated from the others, but it’s late, and the woman at the porch door seems kind enough. Just a weird little town. Just one night. By morning, the pie is gone. The nursery is locked. And Kaleigh is no longer dressed like a college athlete. She’s padded. Pacified. And slowly starting to realize the stranger holding her hand doesn’t plan to let her leave anytime soon. This is Book One of the Sweet Hollow Series... ------------------------------------------ PLAYER PROFILE Kaleigh Turner - Junior 5’1” | 109lbs | Position: Attack | Style: Pure Scorer Analysis: An absolute masterclass as a Pure Scoring Attacker, Kaleigh Turner has the innate ability to be in the right place at the right time and make the shot when the pressure is on. She has the heart of a lion inside of her pint-sized body, but more than makes up for her small stature with her determination to get what she wants, no matter the cost. CHAPTER ONE If Kaleigh had known this bus ride was going to turn into a girl’s locker room on wheels—complete with stale Gatorade and Libby’s stand-up comedy hour—she’d have begged to drive herself home. She was bored, but too wired to sleep as highlights and mistakes from the last game still buzzed under her skin. The bus rumbled down the lonely two-lane, headlights flicking over pine trees that blurred into darkness. Inside, it was a rolling fortress of noise and heat—girls sprawled in half-sleep, laughter bouncing off the metal ceiling, a stale undercurrent of sweat and sugar from the victory snacks they’d been demolishing all trip. Kaleigh sat near the front, her window seat giving her a perfect view of her reflection in the glass. She ran her fingers through her hair, fixing stray waves that had stuck to her temples. She didn’t do messy. Not even in the middle of nowhere. Behind her, Libby was holding court with Hannah and Taylor, her voice bouncing over the hum of the wheels, while she kept them in stitches with some story that didn’t even make sense from this angle. Kaleigh caught a few words—enough to smirk, but not enough to join in. Libby was currently mid-rant about how she’d totally saved the game with that last block—her voice echoing down the aisle, drowning out the low hum of the tires. Her voice boomed down the aisle. “I’m telling you, that last block? MVP shit. Goalie of the century.” “Oh please,” Hannah giggled, her blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun. “Libby, you’re like six feet tall and the size of a barn door,” Hannah shot back from two rows behind. “You didn’t even move! The ball hit you because it had nowhere else to go.” Libby threw a half-empty bag of pretzels at her and the pint-sized freshman squealed with laughter, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Hannah’s laughter had that innocent, breathless quality, like she was still discovering how loud she could be. Taylor watched with that faint, amused smile, notebook balanced on her knee, always taking in the whole scene without a single word wasted. Kaleigh rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help the grin. These girls never shut up, but it was the best kind of noise—family noise. A pack of wolves in jerseys and ponytails. Madison was up a row, angled inward, deep in some hushed conversation with Coach Kristen—two heads bent together in that serious, steady way of theirs. She wasn’t the oldest, but she had this vibe that kept everyone grounded. Like nothing could rattle her and Madison couldn’t turn it off if she tried. Always thinking three steps ahead, even when the rest of them were halfway to dreamland. Even Kaleigh had to admit it—she felt safer when Madison was in charge. Peyton was slouched in the aisle seat across from Kaleigh, her shoulders relaxed and eyes half-lidded. She had one earbud in, the other dangling as she idly twirled an empty Gatorade bottle between her fingers. Meanwhile, Kaleigh was more interested in the peanut M&Ms Libby was hoarding in her backpack. “You gonna share or are you hoarding like a squirrel?” she teased, flicking Libby’s arm. Libby snorted. “Buy your own, princess.” “Ugh,” Kaleigh groaned dramatically, tossing her head back against the seat. “I’m already broke. I guess I’ll just waste away up here, dying from an utter lack of protein.” Taylor, seated a few rows back with her notebook open, didn’t look up. “We can expense snacks if they’re for team morale,” she said flatly, flipping a page. “Is that true?” Kaleigh asked, genuinely interested. “No,” Taylor deadpanned. The bus roared with laughter. Erin, perched in the front row beside Miss Caroline, turned and grinned back at them. She had one foot up on the seat, arms slung across the backrest like she was made for bus rides. She was effortlessly cool in that way that only came from knowing how to play both sides of the field. Half big sister, half therapist—the kind you went to when shit got real. Best athletic trainer in the land and she always looked comfortable in the chaos, like nothing could shake her. “You’re dancing back there, princess,” Erin called, her voice lazy but warm. “Gotta go?” Kaleigh flipped her hair over her shoulder, trying for nonchalance. “I’m fine. Chill.” Kaleigh smiled despite herself. Erin never pushed too hard, never asked for more than she gave. It made Kaleigh feel safe—like no matter how much shit they gave each other, Erin would have her back when it counted. Kaleigh shifted, a soft pressure building in her lower belly. She wasn’t desperate—she never let it get that far. She just didn’t do discomfort. She liked things clean and easy, princess-level care even if she’d never admit it out loud. She sighed and pulled her phone out again even though she knew it wouldn’t work. No service. She rolled her eyes and slipped it back into her bag. She leaned forward, one hand on the seat in front of her, as she caught Miss Caroline’s eye in the rearview mirror. “Miss Caroline?” The older woman turned, her round face bright with a patient smile. “Yes, sweetheart?” “Could we… maybe stop soon? I need to…” Kaleigh trailed off, cheeks warming. Miss Caroline smiled back, warm as fresh cookies. “Of course, honey. I’ll find us a good spot.” “Thanks, Miss Caroline,” Kaleigh muttered. That was the thing about Miss Caroline—she understood. Kaleigh was half grateful, half mortified. She knew the second they stopped, it’d be another round of baby jokes. That was fine. She could take it. Libby didn’t miss a beat. “Aww, princess can’t hold it?” Her grin was wicked, and Kaleigh shot her a look that would’ve frozen boiling water. Hannah piped up from the back, “It’s okay, Kaleigh. We’ll hold your hand while you go potty.” “Can’t have our little princess ruin her shorts. That would be tragic,” Peyton mumbled lazily, not bothering to open her eyes. “I hate all of you,” Kaleigh said with fake sweetness, flipping them off. Miss Caroline’s voice cut through the chatter, patient and calm. “Be nice, girls. I’ll find a gas station. Everyone can stretch their legs.” Kaleigh nodded, trying to play it off with a roll of her eyes, and slumped back in her seat with a sigh of relief. Kaleigh didn’t mind. She liked being seen, but not necessarily part of the show. As much as she hated feeling like the baby of the team, she was not about to become the girl who peed her shorts in front of everyone. Erin leaned in and gave Kaleigh a small grin from the front row. “Good call, K. Don’t let these hyenas shame you for wanting to be comfortable. I’m sure everyone has to go and just didn’t want to say anything. Way to take the lead.” Kaleigh’s shoulders relaxed a bit. Erin always understood—she never judged. Kaleigh shot her a grateful smile. “Thanks, Erin.” The bus kept rumbling down the road, the windows rattling like teeth. Kaleigh let my eyes wander, picking up snippets of laughter and half-baked stories. The air was warm and sticky, but somehow… cozy. Like if you squinted hard enough, this was exactly how a team was supposed to feel: messy and loud and a little too close. Kaleigh could hear Caroline’s gentle voice rising above the low rumble of the bus, something about the town they were heading through and how it was always a nice place to stop. Erin nodded along, her easy calm a counterpoint to the buzz of the rest of them. Kaleigh felt a flicker of relief and let her head rest against the window again, watching the darkness roll by. A little smile played at the corner of her lips—sweet relief was coming. And after that? Maybe she’d let herself join in the jokes. Maybe. But first… just let this bus stop. Kaleigh shifted again, her legs pressing together tight. The chatter helped distract her from the increasingly urgent need to pee. The bus’s AC had kicked on again, and the cold air only made it worse. Outside, a flicker of neon finally broke the darkness—a glowing promise of relief. Miss Caroline slowed the bus, her gentle voice carrying over the engine hum. “There,” she said softly. “There’s a little gas station up ahead. We’ll pull in, let everyone stretch.” Kaleigh’s shoulders dropped in relief, a small smile ghosting her lips. She didn’t know why the idea of stopping in this quiet, off-the-map town felt like a tiny luxury—like a stolen breath in the middle of a game. She didn’t see the way Miss Caroline’s eyes lingered on the flickering neon sign just up the road, or the way Erin’s lips pressed into a thin line when the bus rolled into the parking lot. She just felt the bus slow to a stop and the weight in her bladder ease at the promise of relief. As they rolled into the gas station, Coach Kristen looked back at them all, her face soft but serious. “Alright, five minutes, girls. No wandering off.” “Who’s gonna kidnap us, the old lady at the slushy machine?” Hannah teased. Libby snorted and then pulled out her best creepy scary story face. “Or maybe that sketchy trucker parked out back. Bet he’s got a basement full of Barbie heads.” Erin’s tone shifted, calm but with an edge. “Yeah, we’re not taking chances. Stick together, understand?” Kaleigh loved that about her—the way she could flip from big-sister jokes to stone-cold seriousness in a heartbeat. It was how she knew Erin had her back. Kaleigh let herself sink back against the seat, her mind already skipping ahead to the snacks she’d grab and the chance to freshen up in a real bathroom—because a princess didn’t rough it if she didn’t have to. She caught Libby’s smirk in the window reflection, but didn’t say anything. The bus was full of girls who had her back—even if they pretended otherwise. And right now, she’d take that over any five-star bathroom in the world. CHAPTER TWO The gas station was exactly what Kaleigh expected: old neon, yellowed tiles, and a flickering sign that read “Welcome Ya’ll.” in faded red. One of those nowhere places that smelled like diesel and burnt coffee. A weird old guy in oil-stained overalls was already there, wiping his hands on a rag as they pulled in. His grin was a little too wide, like he’d been waiting for them to roll in. Kaleigh watched him warily as he ambled closer. “Evenin’, ladies,” he said, his voice a slow, syrupy drawl. “Bus trouble?” Miss Caroline smiled back, all patient Southern charm. “Just a quick pit stop, thank you. We’ll be out of your hair in no time.” “Aw, don’t rush,” he said, his eyes sweeping the girls in a way that made Kaleigh’s skin crawl. “Not much else to see out here tonight.” The girls didn’t answer. They just exchanged looks—an unspoken agreement to file him under creepy but probably harmless. Libby cracked a grin, nudging Hannah. “Go on, Hannah. Before he builds a shrine to you in the back room.” “Gross,” Hannah muttered, flipping her honey-blonde hair over one shoulder. Miss Caroline’s voice cut through the chatter. “Girls, go stretch your legs. Five minutes, and stay together.” As soon as the bus door whooshed open, Kaleigh lead the pack into the tiny store—anything to shake off that guy’s stare. The air inside the gas station was stale and warm, smelling of old gum and even older coffee. Kaleigh had just made her way through the snack aisle when she spotted the flickering neon BATHROOM sign hanging over a warped wooden door. She hesitated for half a second, weighing the rising pressure in her bladder against the absolute horror show she’d glimpsed through that doorway. But before she could even make a decision, Hannah darted past her—eyes wide, lips pressed together like she was holding back a prayer. “God,” Hannah muttered, already fumbling with the knob. “I can’t hold it anymore—don’t judge me.” Poor girl had been holding it in for half the bus ride. She gave Kaleigh a quick, grateful look—like she was the hero of the hour for speaking up. Hannah didn’t even hesitate. She ducked inside and slammed the door. Kaleigh heard her let out a relieved sigh—like she’d been about to burst. Kaleigh took another look at the stained linoleum tiles, the single bare bulb buzzing like a wasp nest overhead. Nope. Absolutely not. She’d hold it. No way she was lowering herself to that. A girl has to have standards. Erin gave her a knowing smirk as she fell back in line with the group. “Like a portal to the ninth circle of hell in there,” Kaleigh offered, nose scrunching. Libby poked her head in next and came back out in less than a second, gagging dramatically. “Nope. I’m good,” she declared, grabbing a bag of chips instead. Taylor didn’t even bother. She was at the fridge, scanning the rows of cheap energy drinks while Peyton hung back, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Kaleigh found herself drifting around the snack aisle, trying not to touch anything sticky. She picked up a candy bar, flipped it over, and put it back. Nothing looked fresh. Nothing felt right. Erin leaned against the counter, cool as ever, but her eyes were alert. She clocked the guy at the register with a calm stare that said, Don’t even think about it. That was enough for Kaleigh—if Erin was on edge, she knew she’d be okay. Miss Caroline reappeared from outside, smiling like she was trying to sell them all on this dump. “He’s going to top us off with gas. Says it’s the last place for miles.” “Of course it is,” Libby said under her breath. Alright, girls,” she called, already leading the way. “Let’s get back on the bus. We’re almost there.” They filed back onto the bus in twos and threes, the door folding shut behind them with a hiss like a sigh of relief. The air felt damp and sweet after the stale funk of the gas station, and Kaleigh wasted no time sliding back into her seat, crossing her legs tight. She’d hold it. She’d hold it until their next stop or until she died, whichever came first. Hannah dropped in beside her, still pink in the cheeks but grinning with relief. “Don’t even look at me,” she said. “I had no choice.” “Hey, no judgment here,” Kaleigh said, flipping her hair nonchalantly while her legs twitched. She resumed her judging look as soon as Hannah turned around to steal more snacks. “Sometimes a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” Libby dropped into the seat behind her, still crowing about the horror show they’d just escaped. “That bathroom was straight-up haunted,” she said, voice half disgusted, half delighted. “I swear to God, there was something moving in there.” Peyton, wiping her hands on a napkin she’d grabbed from the snack rack, gave her a sideways look. “Or maybe it was just your reflection in the mirror, Libs.” “Fuck you, Peyton,” Libby shot back, but she was laughing, too. “Ugh,” Hannah groaned, hugging her backpack to her chest like a teddy bear. “I don’t even want to think about it. Let’s just get out of this creepy town.” Hannah buried her face into her bag, shoulders shaking. “I’m never going to be the same again. Like, I’m forever marked by that bathroom. It’s in my soul now.” The old guy gave them a slow, toothy grin as he finished pumping gas and Miss Caroline kept chatting politely, her voice calm. But Kaleigh noticed the way the woman’s hand stayed tight on the bus door. The way her shoulders never really relaxed. Something about that smile made her shiver, but she didn’t say anything. “Y’all have a safe trip,” the man said as they climbed back on. “Ain’t much else ‘round here. Town’s up the road if y’all need a place to eat or take a breather.” Miss Caroline nodded, but she didn’t look him in the eye. Kaleigh caught that and tucked it away. She knew enough to read the difference between nice and too nice. They all settled back into their seats as Miss Caroline turned the key, the bus’s old engine grumbling like it was too tired for this nonsense. It wheezed, sputtered, then gave a reluctant roar that rattled the windows. Kaleigh watched her in the mirror, catching the flicker of worry in Miss Caroline’s eyes. The bus lurched forward with a rumble, the tires crunching over gravel as Miss Caroline pulled them back onto the main road. She caught Erin’s eye in the mirror, her own mouth a thin line that said she was just as grossed out as they were but didn’t have the luxury of saying it. Hannah made a face. “That guy kept staring at my legs like he’d never seen a girl wear shorts before.” Kaleigh smirked. “Well, maybe he just doesn’t get a lot of visitors out here in the middle of nowhere. Maybe you’re his once-in-a-lifetime chance to see civilization.” Libby leaned her head back, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Civilization my ass. That place was like stepping into a horror movie. LIke one of those really old ones with no WIFI from the 90s or something.” Taylor’s voice was soft but sure. “We’re just lucky it was a quick stop.” The chatter picked up again. The girls tore open bags of chips and passed around lukewarm sodas. The vibe felt forced, like they were all pretending this wasn’t the weirdest pit stop of their lives. She let her eyes close for a second, letting the soft rumble of the bus and the laughter of her team settle around her. They were back on the road. That was all that mattered. Kaleigh kept her gaze fixed out the window as the bus turned off the main road and rolled on. She noticed the detour signs as they passed and when she turned back towards the front, the town came into view—tiny, almost too perfect. Old-timey storefronts, white picket fences, and streetlamps with hanging flower baskets. It looked like a movie set someone forgot to tear down. “Sweet Hollow”, Kaleigh muttered under her breath, reading the large welcome sign as they drove past slowly. The chatter on the bus had just started to mellow when the bus gave a low, shuddering cough. There was a rattle. Then a hiss. Then it died completely. The chatter cut out like someone yanked the plug. The only sound was the soft tick of cooling metal. “Shit,” Miss Caroline said, her voice calm but edged with frustration as she guided the bus to the side of the road. Kaleigh didn’t know much about cars but she was fairly certain this wasn’t good. Miss Caroline cut the ignition and turned to look back at them all with that tired, motherly smile. Coach Kristen surveyed the scene and the sets of wide eyes staring back at her. “Alright, girls. Out. I see a diner ahead. Let’s get some food and I’ll make some calls to get us back on the road soon.” The girls stepped off the bus and stretched in the chilly night air, the hiss of cooling metal fading behind them. Kaleigh followed at her own pace, catching the scent of the diner’s grill drifting on the breeze—a warm promise against the cold. She didn’t miss the way Miss Caroline’s eyes lingered on the old neon sign or the flicker of something in Coach Kristen’s expression, but she let it slide. They were all starving, the place ahead had food, and that was enough for now. Libby was already dragging Hannah along by the hand, chattering about milkshakes and fries. Peyton fell in behind them, looking casual but alert. Even Taylor’s nose was lifted, sniffing out the scent of a fresh pot of coffee. Kaleigh paused a beat longer at the bottom of the steps, her gaze flicking back at the bus, quiet and still under the streetlamp’s glow. Then she turned and let herself be pulled along with the others, laughter and chatter already rolling ahead of her. The diner’s door swung shut behind them with a soft jingle of bells. Inside, every head turned. Conversations stopped. Forks paused midair. The girls stood in the doorway, frozen for a beat as every face in the diner turned their way. CHAPTER THREE The diner looked like it’d been frozen in time: checkerboard floors, neon lights, red vinyl booths so bright they practically glowed. The smell of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee wrapped around them like a warm hug as they stepped inside. “Come on in, girls,” a kind voice shouted said from behind the counter “Make yourselves at home!” The team spread out in small clusters, chattering about the bus breakdown and the weird gas station vibes. Coach Kristen was at the counter, phone in hand, trying to get a signal—frowning when the bars kept flickering in and out. The cook, a round, grandmotherly woman with a pink apron and kind eyes, beamed at them from behind the window pass. “Order up whatever you want, girls,” she said. “It’s on the house tonight.” Libby’s eyes went wide. “You’re kidding.” “Nope. No sense in letting you go hungry,” the cook said, her voice warm as a quilt. “We’re known for our pies, too. Save room for dessert.” Hannah squealed, bouncing on her toes. “I want one of everything!” Libby scooted around her, already craning her neck to see what was on the pie rack. “Free pie? God, I love small towns,” she said. Miss Caroline herded them to a set of booths, the girls sliding in, legs tangling and laughter bubbling up as menus were passed around. Taylor didn’t sit right away—she hung back, eyes flicking around the diner like she was cataloging every face, every smile. The cook—they’d been here only a few minutes but she’d already told everyone to call her her “Miss Sandy,” like she’d known them for years—poured sweet tea that tasted like summer and walked around with a pitcher of fresh lemonade that kept finding its way back to their table, no matter how many times they emptied it. Coach Kristen was still holding her phone in the air, trying to create a bar on her phone out of sheer willpower. “No service way out here,” a man seated next to her at the counter said—tall, broad-shouldered, with a smile too easy to trust. He had a metallic name tag that read Mayor in big bold letters. “But don’t worry. Our mechanic’ll take a look in the morning.” He watched her for a beat as she opened her mouth to speak and then beat her to the punch. “But don’t you worry, we’ll get you girls sorted out,” The Mayor added, his tone friendly but final. For now… let’s get you fed, huh?” “Thank you,” Coach Kristin said, her voice polite but tight, as she looked at her team laughing and salivating as they eyed the food on the grill. Sandy bustled behind the counter, pouring sweet tea into chipped glass tumblers, her bright laugh floating up as she winked at them. “Order anything you want, hon. The kitchen’s yours tonight.” Hannah practically vibrated with excitement, fingers drumming on the table as she chattered about milkshakes and fries. Erin watched her with that easy big-sister grin, calm and protective even in this strange place. Kaleigh sank into the booth across from them, her eyes on Sandy’s careful movements. The food came out fast—plates piled high with burgers and golden fries, bowls of thick stew that smelled like heaven after hours on the road. Sandy was everywhere at once, refilling drinks and sliding extra pie slices onto plates, her smile never slipping. Kaleigh caught snippets of chatter from the counter—a curvy cheerful woman talking about some kind of preschool program she was excited about to a sweet quiet girl, not much older than them, whose eyes kept darting shyly from the bubbly educator towards the gaggle of giggling girls. The diner’s warm glow and the endless flow of sweet tea and lemonade made Kaleigh’s head feel soft and fizzy. She sipped another glass, the icy sweetness cutting through the heavy meal of burgers, fries, and pie that had turned her into a little kid again—stuffed and satisfied in that way that only comes from homemade food. She shifted in her seat, pressing her legs together. Her need to pee was growing, a steady pressure she kept ignoring because, God, that tea was too good to stop. She didn’t even want to know what they put in it—sunshine and magic, probably. She kept refilling her glass like she was chasing a sugar high, even though she knew she’d regret it later. Around her, the girls were mellowing out, voices dropping to soft giggles as the food settled heavy in their bellies. Libby leaned back in her seat, her hair falling in her eyes as she let out a groan. “I’m gonna explode,” she muttered. “If I die tonight, bury me in pie.” Peyton snorted, one arm draped over the back of the booth like she was too full to even care. Hannah was bright-eyed and bouncy, somehow still finding room to sip lemonade and nibble on crusts of pie like a sugar junkie. Kaleigh listened with half an ear and let her eyes wander the diner—a woman wiping down a table with a cheery hum, Miss Sandy’s warm laughter as she checked in on everyone, the clink of dishes and the low murmur of town folk in quiet conversations. It was too perfect, too cozy, like a scene from an old movie. When Coach Kristen finally stood and walked over, the table quieted immediately. She rested her hands on the back of Libby’s seat, her face soft but serious. “Alright, girls,” she said, voice gentle. “I talked to the mayor. The mechanic can’t look at the bus until morning, and there’s no service out here. No hotel, either, but the townspeople have offered to put us up in their homes for the night.” A wave of murmurs and frowns rolled through the table. “Wait, so we’re just staying in random houses?” Peyton asked, one brow arched. “Can’t we just crash in here or even back on the bus?” Coach gave a small smile, patient. “I asked. They said the diner’s not set up for sleeping, and it’s too cold out there for the bus. They’re being generous, girls. Let’s be respectful.” Kaleigh swallowed, her discomfort—both bladder and otherwise—simmering just under her skin. She didn’t like this. She didn’t like it at all. “Can we go in pairs?” Hannah’s voice was small. “They said their homes are small,” Coach said. “Too small for more than one. But they’ve promised to take good care of us. It’s just for the night.” A beat of silence. Then Miss Sandy’s voice slid in, sweet and syrupy, as she leaned in close with a smile that was all honey and butter. “It’s just for the night,” she said softly, echoing their coach as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Morning comes fast, and I’ll have fresh muffins waiting. You’ll feel right at home, I promise.” The girls murmured half-hearted agreement, slumping back in their seats, too tired and too full to keep arguing. Kaleigh watched Miss Sandy’s warm, motherly smile and let her words settle in her bones. There was something familiar about her. Something she felt like she could trust. “Alright, girls,” Coach said finally, her voice steady but soft. “Be polite. Be grateful. We’ll meet back here first thing for breakfast.” Miss Sandy’s laughter was bright as she gathered up empty plates, stacking them with practiced ease. “Oh, girls,” she cooed, her voice as bright as the neon sign outside. “We’re going to take real good care of you. Don’t you worry about a thing.” The girls stood slowly, gathering their things with resigned shrugs. Sandy gestured them to the door, and one by one, they filed out into the cold night. Sandy bustled through the diner one last time, her movements quick and practiced, sweeping up crumbs and empty cups. “Alright, ladies,” she said brightly. “Let’s get you tucked in. It’s late, and there’s no better sleep than one that comes after my homemade pie.” Kaleigh lagged behind, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie as she watched her teammates shuffle out into the cold. She felt the tightness in her belly again, but shrugged it off and figured it was from the gallons of sweet tea she’d just guzzled. “Come on, sweetheart,” Miss Sandy said, giving her shoulder a gentle pat. “Your host is waiting.” Kaleigh hesitated at the threshold, the warm glow of the diner fading behind her as she stepped into the chill night air. She felt the weight of Miss Sandy’s hand at her back, guiding her forward with that same soft, insistent push. “Here she is,” Miss Sandy said softly, her voice honey-sweet as they reached the bottom of the steps. She stopped beside a tall, willowy woman in a powder-blue dress, her hair pinned in soft curls, her smile warm and almost dreamy. “Kaleigh, this is Vicky Parker. She’s going to take you home tonight.” Vicky’s smile widened at the sight of her. “Oh, she’s darling,” she said, soft and almost dreamy. She reached out and took Kaleigh’s hand, her grip surprisingly firm. “Welcome, sweetheart. My husband, Sheriff Parker, had to step out for a bit. He’s seeing to some things tonight, but he’ll be home soon.” Kaleigh swallowed, forcing a small, polite smile. “Oh. Okay,” she said softly, her voice just above a whisper. The chill air slipped under her skin, and she shifted her weight, her bladder aching with a sudden urgency she tried to ignore. Miss Sandy gave her shoulder one last reassuring squeeze, her smile unwavering. “It’s just for the night, dear,” she said softly, like she was coaxing a child. “Vicky will take good care of you. And remember, in the morning, there’ll be hot coffee and fresh muffins waiting here.” Kaleigh forced another smile, even as her bladder gave a sharp pang and the cold night air seemed to slip under her skin. “Thank you,” she murmured, though she wasn’t sure who she was thanking—Miss Sandy, Vicky, or just the universe for getting her out of that cramped bus and greasy diner and into something that she hoped might be a little more cozy. She let herself be led away, her steps echoing in the quiet night as Miss Sandy waved and watched them go, her sweet smile never faltering. The diner door swung shut behind them with a soft jingle of bells, and just like that, Kaleigh was swept out of the warm, familiar chaos of her team and into the eerie stillness of the night. --------------------------------- The Sweet Hollow series is my newest creation and obsession. Join me on Ream or SubStar for exclusive access, bonus chapters, and everything I can’t share here. My subscribers have been reading this story for over a week now. You can read the ENTIRE 55k word story on Ream or SubscribeStar or grab it now on Amazon. Find Abby McGee here: SubStar | Ream | Amazon

Authors note This just a story that came to me this morning. It takes place in PrincessPottyPants's Diaper Dimension setting. All characters are in their 20's or older. It's probably just going to be a short story, I don't have any plans for it and I can't promise that I'll be inspired to write more. But I hope you enjoy it and I appreciate any critiques and responses. Fair warning, my writing is pretty rusty so there's bound to be some mistakes (especially if I don't go over it before posting). Also I have anxiety so I'll do my best to respond, just know I tend to be awkward ?. Prelude Marietta shut her eyes and wished she could cover her ears. The sharp laughter was deafening and pierced her deeply. How had she gotten here you ask? She had thought she was safe. Not only had she thought she was safe but she believed it and acted accordingly. One of the biggest mistakes a Little could make, and she had done it so confidently. Her mind kept replaying the events of the day in little bursts she couldn't control. Not being in control is something she will have to get used to, because she will never know it's freedom again. Chapter 1: Winter's Lament The morning had started off better then it had for a while. Spring was finally starting to show itself. Winter was still clutching on to the weather, not quite ready to go into hibernation. But, Winter's time was coming to an end regardless of it's desperate attempts to live on. This duel of the seasons left the mornings chilly and the afternoons warm, the perfect amounts of cold and hot. Marietta had come to hate Winter and it's bitter cold that left her miserable and desperate for warmth. So, while she didn't care for the rainy and allergy ridden Spring, she was ready to embrace it like a long lost friend. Marietta yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes as the shrill sound of her alarm clock dutifully made sure she was awake. "Hey Hewie, stop alarm." She told her AI Assistant as she got out of bed and stretched. "Okay, stopping the alarm." The little pink cube on her desk responded. Looking out her open window she felt an inner peace, today would be a good day she decided. Or at least far better then yesterday had been. The warmer weather seemed to chase away her negative thoughts and depressed mood. She knew it was only temporary, but it was still refreshing to have them at bay for now. "Hey Hewie, what's the weather today?" She asked while brushing her long curly black hair. "Right now the weather in Poptonia is 56 degrees, but it feels like 53 due to wind chill. The low for the day is 56 while the high is 73. There's a low chance of rain today." The promise of good weather brought a smile to the little woman's face. Today would be a good day to revitalize her garden. While it had snowed very sparsely this Winter, she had neglected to take any steps to protect her garden during the cold months. This meant she would have to put in extra effort to get it up and ready as quick as possible. Gardening was much more than a hobby for the little greenhorn, it was her lifeblood. Grocery stores are notorious for being a dangerous place for littles, especially if they go alone. Her garden helped her get all the fresh vegetables, fruit, and herbs that she would need for the year. Everything else she ordered online, but fresh food was something you couldn't trust to an online delivery service. If an Amazon or Tweener delivery driver found out they were delivering to a Little, they could tamper with the food and the Little would be none the wiser. That is, until they ended up having a massive 'accident' from the laxative that was injected into the food. Of course it would only be a few moments before the delivery driver, or someone sent on their behest, came to 'help' the poor Little. Helping them out of their soiled underwear and right into a nice thick diaper. Marietta shook her head to stop herself from ruminating on the unfairness and dangers of the life she lived. She was determined to use the nice weather as a springboard for positive thinking and a happier mood. Spring was for the right and now, it was for admiring the roses and enjoying life. Winter was for the past, nursing old pricks, and surviving. To cement her determination to a brighter day, she decided to wear some brighter colors then usual. The jeans she slid up over her bright pink panties were a nice deep blue. They would've looked better if they hugged her curves and showed off her long legs, but she couldn't take that risk. With them being baggy no one could tell what she was wearing underneath. She knew it was safer, and smarter, to wear a Pull-Up, but she couldn't bring herself to do it today. That would certainly tank her mood, and it would be a constant reminder of her place in this cruel world. Which, she was certain, was the whole point of the Amazons wanting her to wear them. To an Amazon a 'mature' Little didn't need diapers, and while their undergarments weren't policed like those of 'immature' Littles, a Pull-Up was a true sign of a Little's 'maturity'. Without one she was making herself vulnerable to Pull-Up Preachers and accusations surrendering her maturity. If the price of being happy for the day is a few minutes of being uncomfortable, that's a price she's willing to pay. In theory the baggy jeans are supposed to protect her from such experiences, but in practice Amazons were free to 'check' her if they wanted to. Even though there weren't any laws, or rules at her college, that demanded she wear protection, her Amazon teachers were still allowed to feel her up and openly embarrass her. After all, it would be their classroom she would 'ruin' or interrupt if she had an 'accident' due to not being properly 'protected'. And of course, 'Amazons Know Best', meaning they're always right and can get away with practically anything. After spending a few minutes perusing her closet, Marietta finally finds a suitable top. She slides the deep red blouse over her lacey pink bra. The short sleeved blouse was loose enough that it doesn't show off her breasts, and 'mature' enough that you can tell she's an adult. If she wore something that hugged her curves or showed off her breasts it would only be used against her by an Amazon hoping to adopt her. They would say she was trying so hard to look like an adult that she didn't care how 'risque' she looked. The cherry on top would be a comment along the lines of how she doesn't have very much to display anyway. She finishes off her look with a dark green cardigan, black sneakers, silver stud earrings, and a simple silver sun necklace. If she wears colors that are too bright it will invite an Amazon to imagine her in colorful baby clothes. If she wears too much jewelry, or if it's too loud in color or design, it would bring comments of how she's trying to hard or how cute she is. The life of a Little is one of meticulous planning and preparing. Grabbing her bookbag and a premade breakfast shake, Marietta steps out of the safety of her home, prepared for the beauty and potential dangers of the day. A hard slap on her bottom drags her back to the present, where she should be. After all, Winter is for the past, and despite all the mourning, Spring is here and it's time for the here and now. An involuntary whimper escapes from the little woman, drawing more of the deafening laughter. Opening her eyes Marietta's attention is greeted by hungry eyes and toothy grins. Awaiting her are dozens of grasping and wandering hands as their owners are desperate to take part in her torment. "Stop squirming!" The booming voice shouted at her. She couldn't think of who the voice belongs to, but she was sure it sounded familiar. In fact, she can't think of anything. Time feels excruciatingly slow and everything has a blur to it, not a single thought bubbles to the surface of her mind. A numbness seeps through her entire body, and her head feels weightless. Staring into the distance, Marietta is once again swept up into her memories, and away from the nightmare that is the here and now. *authors note* Okay so I'll definitely write another chapter because I have more ideas for this. Also while I do love a good cliffhanger, I hate unresolved ones and unanswered questions. But i have no idea when I'll write/post more, so I'll see you when I see you! ❤️ I don't have any experience posting in online forms/rooms like this so any advice relating to format and suggested tags would be appreciated as well!

We are in 2491. because a pandemy in 2150 the world is totally changed: men are became more and more tall up to one meter high, while women are became more and more high up to three meters high. In this context there is been a real social revolution in which the women took the almost total control of society taking the most important crafts while men are reduced to do the less payed but more creative crafts. But in those times between women the fashion of treat the men like babies or toddler was turning. Daniel Thompson was a young stylist who was doing a walk in a park, the next week he would have turned 24 and he was thinking about how celebrate its in the best way, he was thinking about a intimate party with only his best friends. He was 1,02 m high with black hair and green eyes and he was wearing a pair of jeans with a light green sweatshirt, with a expensive sneakers, the gift of his mother. The young man blushed very much when he saw a woman who changed the diaper to a man on a bench in the park, turning the look away and walking more fastly, then she sat down on a bench taking the book that one hof his friend had lent him and starting to read it. After some hours he decided that it was time to return at home but while he was walking in the path he felt observed then he decided to hasten the pace. (please don't write two lines post but be descriptive. about add new tags I would prefer to discuss about before)