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Here's my new story, dedicated to my friend Daymare who's going through some hard times. Hope you and he all enjoy this. 😏 Mai walked into her new house that she bought with the winnings from her last tournament. It was a white two story house in a nice countryside, not far from Domino City. Thanks to not having used the winnings from her previous tournaments thanks to the unpleasantness with Dartz, she didn't even have a mortgage. This pretty place was all hers fair and square. Plus, the best thing about the house was that it was a prototype smart house made by Schroeder Corp, having apparently branched out from just being a game company. Mai looked around like an excited toddler, ready to see what her new house could do. "This place already looks good, but I'll have to do some decorating." Mai said aloud to herself. "The place looks a little bare." "Welcome home, ma'am." A robotic voice said, making Mai jump. "Who said that?!" Mai asked in alarm, and all she saw was a red light on the ceiling. "I'm the AI system for your house, ma'am." The voice said as the light dimmed and lit up in time with the voice. "You may call me SOL." "SOL?" Mai asked. "Yes." SOL said. "Satisfactory Obediant Lifeline. I am programed to make living here as easy and enjoyable as possible for you, Miss Valentine." "Oh." Mai said with a smile. "Well, you can start by making a sandwich for me." "Yes, ma'am." SOL said. "Making a sandwich for you." Mechanical arms came out with bread, cheese, and ham. The arms were silver and had silver balls at various intervals that allowed it to bend however it needed to. The hands were covered by white gloves like a cartoon character. The arms expertly made the sandwich and gave it to Mai. Mai took the sandwich and ate it as she smiled and became almost giddy at what she had just witnessed. "This is great!" Mai said. "I can't wait to be pampered by this thing!" "Yes, ma'am." SOL said. "Pampering you." Suddenly the arms came down and shoved Mai down so that she was lying on her back. The arms then removed Mai's skirt and panties. "Hey!" Mai shouted. "What do you think you're doing?!" "Pampering you, Miss Valentine." SOL said. The arms then held Mai down while another set of arms came down with a large disposable diaper. The diaper was unfolded, and yet another set of arms came down and lifted up Mai's legs, allowing the second set to set the diaper down where her butt would be. The second set of arms then brought out baby powder and showered it on Mai's butt, groin, and stomach, making her sneeze a little. The arms then folded the diaper over Mai's groin and taped it closed. The arms then let Mai up as she looked at herself and groaned. She had made it to the finals of Duelist Kingdom and Battle City and was now wearing a diaper. However, she shrugged it off since everything has glitches. "Meh." Mai remarked. "It could've been worse." After that she headed to the living room and sat on a red velvet couch where she channel surfed until she found a marathon of Disney cartoons. Mai decided to watch them since she had nothing else to do today. She had a good time watching the classics, including Modern Inventions, where she found Donald's antics much more understandable than she probably would have on any other day, and eventually yawned. "Wow." Mai groaned. "I'm more tired than I thought. Where's the bedroom? "Up the stairs, Miss Valentine." SOL said. "It's the second door on your right." "Thanks, SOL." Mai said. She headed up the stairs and went into the second door on her right to find a lavish bedroom with a queen-sized bed. Smiling happily, Mai took off her jacket and boots. Standing there in just her tube top and diaper before getting into bed and going to sleep. As Mai slept, SOL went through the events of the day to better serve Mai. Since she hadn't taken the diaper off, that must mean she liked wearing diapers. That would also mean she liked sitting in a high chair while she ate. SOL then began digital measuring Mai. He had a lot of work to do. To be continued...

A/N: song is the tune of Itsy Bitsy Spider Short Story “Oopsy doopsy poopsies came out their Little tush. But there was nothing oopsy about them anymore! Their tummy grumbled and rumbled and they gave a great big push and their favorite diaper was full of stinky mush!” Soggy Froggy had a song for just about everything and you didn’t complain because Soggy Froggy was always right. These were your favorite diapers. Puffy and pink and perfectly waddle-able. You don’t know if waddle-able is a word but you couldn’t say walkable because walking was for big kids. You waddled or crawled or just rolled around on the ground and waited for Mommy when she was feeling extra hands on some days. And you didn’t mind because you were just a little baby. How were you expected to take care of yourself? Like right now for example. You groaned, feeling Mommy’s fingers at your little hole. Pushing and pushing, expanding and shrinking and swallowing up the thick pills. You think you may have taken three or four but can’t be sure because that is for Mommy to know and for you to just stay on your backside, knees curled up to your chest with your head in the clouds. Your tummy is hard and not rumbling and grumbling like Soggy Froggy said. You worry if you’re ever going to make another oopsy doopsy poopsy again. It’s never hurt like this before. Mommy always said you were a super duper pooper! An excellent role model for your stupid cousins who thought they didn’t need diapers (or need to poop). But they were just being silly. Everyone needed to poop because that's how you stayed healthy! Everyone just did it differently. Big girls like Mommy went poopsy on the potty because she was over ten feet tall but Littles like you wore diapers because you were too immature to make it to the potty and that’s just how it was being five feet. It sucked having Maturosis but then you remembered how lucky you were to have Mommy by your side, especially in times like this. You begin to cry babyish wails as the pain in your tummy increased and try to push but nothing comes out. It was scary and you nervously suck on your paci but Mommy seemed to know what to do. Taping shut the diaper around your waist, she rubbed your tummy in circles and it felt good at first but then suddenly it became hard and rough. You try to get away but the straps that hold you down to the changing table don’t let you move. “Don’t worry, baby.” She said. “It’ll all be over soon but this is what happens when you don’t make a poopsy for four days.” She kisses your tears away, pecking your nose, puffy pink cheeks and tickles, tickles, tickles your chubby tummy until you are laughing so hard a flood of pee fills your diaper and then the gurgling starts. It’s slow, building up in anticipation like a volcano spewing flames as several wet toots escape your bottom. You know it’s going to be a messy one as your tummy starts to go cu-clug, cu-clug, cu-clug. It grows in strength, becoming louder and stronger and you can feel the medicine working its magic as your bowels expand and suddenly your body clamps down and you begin to grunt. Eyes squeezed shut in concentration, Mommy runs her thumb along the little indent between your furrowed brows, holding your knees bent up your chest so you can’t try to curl up on your side and suddenly, that’s when you feel it. In one split second the floodgates have opened and you can feel the widening of your sphincter as the massive load slides out and you don’t even need to push, it just keeps coming.f “Ughhhh,” you groan as your head rolls to the side and hear the loud crinkle of padding as your diaper expands. It’s not the usual mudslide in your diaper but a thick log, firm and solid and you can just manage to spy the growing warm lump between your legs. What feels like hours is in reality only five minutes and by the time you are finished, you are huffing and puffing as if you have just finished a marathon. Mommy pats your damp forehead and you squirm uncomfortably as her other hand rests on your bottom. She begins to press and squeeze until your poopsy is squished against your skin, covering every nook and cranny as it creeps up your backside. Your nose wrinkles at the stench, although used to it for the last five years, it smells unbearably disgusting right now and you try not to gag. Mommy was doing this for a reason. She was doing this to remind of your place. That you were just a stupid helpless baby that made poopsies and peepee in your diapers and babbled at the sky without a thought in their head. You were a good baby who is supposed to what is told because you don’t know any better and Mommy knows best. That is why Mommy laughed, her voice like bells as she exclaims, “I think somebody is going to stay in their big stinky mess all day! That’ll teach you why good little girls and boys don’t hold back.” The tears begin to stream down your face as Mommy slips a strawberry printed diaper cover over your massive tush in a poor attempt to hide the mess. You are then carried to the living room and you already know what Mommy is going to do as she heads straight for the bouncer. Oh no. You gulp. She slips you in, legs going through the two holes and the saddle is just barely able to hold your overflowing diaper. You watch as Mommy disappears to the kitchen where she pulls a bag full of white thick delicious milk from the fridge and your mouth begins to water. Mommy knows what her milk does to you and after so long confined to this infantilized life, you are way past the point of fighting its effects. Maybe that’s why you had succumbed to babyhood so quickly or perhaps you realized that Mommy truly did love you and you were just being difficult. You bounce. Up. Down. Up. Down. You are unable to escape your messy reality as poopsy coats your velvety soft skin and Mommy comes back with a gallon sized bottle of milk. Unable to help yourself, you reach out immediately with grabby hands eagerly squealing in delight. “Baba! Baba!” Mommy removes your paci from your mouth and the nipple of the bottle quickly fills the empty space and you begin to suckle. Warmed, sweet and creamy liquid slides down your throat and fills your tummy with warmth but there is something different. Something grainy… You look to Mommy on the couch, flipping through the tv channels and know it is not your place to question her but can’t help but notice a bitter aftertaste that wasn’t normally there. “Mommy knows y/n still hasn’t gotten all of their poopsies out so you need a little extra medicine. Mommy made it just for you!” she firmly stated, massaging her sensitive breasts. Your brows furrow together, attempting to decipher what she meant when it hits you. Miralax. Uh-oh. But you have to drink. You don’t have a choice. That’s what Mommy said and Mommy’s word is final. She only wants what’s best for you. Finally, Mommy settles on a show and you’re absolutely ecstatic when you see the hopping green diapered frog. It’s your favorite! Soggy Froggy! You forget about the laxative filled bottle, suckling it down as Soggy Froggy ribbets to life singing a familiar song. “Oopsy doopsy poopsies came out the Little’s tush! But there was nothing oopsy about them anymore! Their tummy grumbled and rumbled and they gave a great big push and their favorite diaper was full of stinky mush!” And that’s when it started all over again. The grumbling, the rumbling and the smelly farts… and groaning, you know it was going to be a long day. OoOoo Author’s Note: Hey all! I know it’s been such a long time. I’m still writing A Little’s Life but have been swamped with assignments the last month and a half and have literally had no other time for anything than college. However, I thought that I would post a little story I wrote a long time ago that’s just been sitting in my drafts. I hope to update A Little’s Life soon (possibly in the next two weeks (don’t quote me on that)). I’m going to Italy next week for a much needed break so I promise after that, I hope to be updating more regularly at least until mid - April when final exams start 😭 But please enjoy this little one-shot in the meantime and I promise I’ll update soon! Happy reading!

Hi there! I'm Oli, a 38-year-old fun-loving little at heart most of the time. I live in Essex, England, but I'm open to long-distance relationships while ultimately seeking a long-term local connection. Being little allows me to feel cozy, snuggly, and filled with wonder. My little side developed as a way to cope with the trauma from fostering and adoption, as well as growing up with a disability. Due to countless operations, speech therapy, and physiotherapy, I wasn't able to fully enjoy infancy and childhood. Regression became my way of reclaiming those experiences and finding comfort. My journey began with mild cerebral palsy, and through adoption, I found my forever family. From a young age, I discovered solace in nurturing care, vivid imagination, and the comfort of nappies. My Little Side: Nappies are an essential part of my little space, providing both comfort and security. While I'm not wearing them full-time at the moment, it's something I'd like to do to help me cope with stress, anxiety, and overstimulation from adult life. Ideally, I'd love to find a caregiver who understands this need and supports my journey towards full-time nappy wear as a way to manage overwhelming feelings and stay grounded. Adult Life: While I deeply enjoy my little space, I'm also a responsible adult with a successful IT career. I maintain a good work-life balance and can engage in mature, intellectual conversations. When feeling big, I embrace my enthusiastic geeky side, diving into games like Baldur's Gate 3 and Final Fantasy VII. I'm fortunate to have traveled to amazing places like Thailand, St. Lucia, Jamaica, Antigua, Cancun, Maldives, Greece, and Walt Disney World in Florida (twice!). These magical adventures have given me a treasure trove of memories. Music is a big part of my life too. I love rocking out to different genres – from blink 182, The Offspring, Iron Maiden, Linkin Park, Editors, The National to Mumford and Sons, and many more. Indie, Rock, and Metal are probably my favorites. When I have time, I also enjoy working out and keeping in shape at the gym. Relationship Needs: I'm seeking a nurturing Mummy who can provide the care, structure, and babyhood I crave. While I understand it may not be immediately feasible or realistic, I dream of having a cozy nursery where I can be kept babied daily by someone serious about this lifestyle. I recognize this is an ambitious goal, but it represents my ideal scenario. In the meantime, I cherish more attainable aspects of caregiving like cuddling, bottle feeds, bathtime routines, and bedtime stories. I'm open to discussing and finding a balance that works for both me and my caregiver, understanding that compromise may be necessary. What I Offer as a Partner: As a partner, I'm attentive, affectionate, and emotionally supportive. I'm a good listener and always strive to bring joy and playfulness to our relationship. I'm tidy, responsible, and capable of supporting you emotionally when needed. Boundaries and Communication: While I enjoy deep regression, I have clear boundaries and am always able to communicate my needs and limits. I'm open about my desires and expectations, and I value honest, clear communication in relationships. Interests: I get excited about dinosaurs, space, Marvel, gaming, sci-fi, and all things fantastical! I enjoy watching colorful shows, coloring, and playing pretend. If you're a nurturing caregiver interested in a committed, loving relationship with a little, I'd love to connect. Please reach out through one of my profiles to start a conversation: https://www.tumblr.com/dippersaurus https://fetlife.com/users/11814312 https://t.me/DailyCrinkles

DISCLAIMER: IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ! If you have not read my first story: Little Beginnings: New Life - I HIGHLY suggest you do so! This story will make a lot more sense if you do. It’s where the main character is first introduced and you and learn a lot about the little community I have created. ooOoo Chapter 1: Three Months Before The moment she stepped out of the cab, her skin began to burn. Luna groaned, enduring the full force of the simmering summer heat. This was the exact reason she never wanted to come to the South. There wasn’t anything she hated more than the sun, and by the end of the day, she’d be as red as a lobster. Her father always said it was their Irish blood and she’d roll her eyes in return. No shit sherlock. They were as white as the freakin moon. For sure, she’d stand out among the throng of tanned bodies, which in her case, was not a good thing. She wasn’t sure how long she would stay but Luna had gotten a credible lead on her dad. One she couldn’t ignore. And if the authorities were still scouring Raleigh, it would only take them hours to realize that she was no longer there. “Hello, Miss?” the driver grumbled, knocking her from her thoughts. “You gonna pay me or what? I’m not gonna sit here all day.” He was a grumpy old man who’d only reluctantly driven her all the way out here from North Carolina after promising a generous pay. She’d had to leave earlier than expected and while inconvenient, made her aware of how comfortable she’d become. Never did she stay in one place for more than a few months. It wasn’t safe. “O-of course,” she blushed as she fumbled around in her wallet and pulled out one hundred dollars for the driver. Despite his less-than-stellar personality, he knew when to stay quiet and not ask questions. That was good enough for her. She carried only the bag on her back and money to last her at least another year and a half. After that, she wasn’t sure what she would do. Luna watched the car take off down the dirt path before finally exhaling the breath she’d been holding in the entire ride. There was an eerie silence. A sort of calm before the storm. Luna had only ever known noise, growing up in the heart of Manhatten. Her father explained the importance of hiding in plain sight. Nobody would expect them to be in bustling New York City, a place known for the attention and spotlight. It was perfect… until it wasn’t. Now, looking straight ahead, Luna wondered if she had the right place. The roof of the red farmhouse was dilapidated and the land looked absolutely dead. Anyone who happened upon the house would believe it was abandoned. Though that was the point. No one was supposed to know this place existed. Luna had only found it due to her father. He was the reason she’d not been caught yet. The girl walked ahead with a renewed sense of purpose. The boards below her feet creaked and she rapped her knuckle, three than two than six times, on the faded white door. She clutched a swiss army knife in her other hand, hidden in her pocket. “Always be prepared.” Her father taught her. “Never hesitate.” She was literally in the middle of nowhere-bumfuck-South Carolina. No one would see her if she was kidnapped. No one would hear her if she screamed. Being vulnerable was something she did not like. The door opened a crack and dark brown eyes peered at her. Her hand tightened around the knife and heart frantically raced. “Who sent you?” it was a woman’s voice who asked. “Martin Creevy.” she used her father’s alias. “I assume you’ve heard of him before.” Oh, the woman definitely had by the way her eyes lit up. The door closed in her face and for a moment, Luna thought she’d been turned away. However, there was a click and suddenly it opened again, wider. “We’ve been expecting you,” she said, motioning with her hand. “C’mon in.” Despite the raised hairs on the back of her neck, she stepped over the threshold into the house. There was no turning back, only moving forward. She never could stop moving, searching. Not until he was found. The door slammed shut and Luna jumped, spinning around. She watched the woman re-chain the door and turn the several deadbolts. From the outside, it looked like nothing. Her eyes wandered around, trying to adjust to the darkness. They were in a narrow hallway, with no lights and no other exit. A few pictures adorned the walls and they stood on a dusty old rug. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of mothballs and she leaned on each leg, testing the uneven floor. “You don’t think much of it.” Her eyes flashed back to the woman, who stared intently at her. “It’s just… different.” her bow-shaped lips pursed together. “Where do we go?” “Down.” “Down?” Luna didn’t think she meant literally, but she did. She watched as the woman bent down and peeled back the rug, revealing the wooden floor and… a hatch? “We take our security very seriously. There’s a ladder going down,” she explained, unlocking and lifting up the door. “You go first. I’ll follow.” ooOoo It was a tiny house. That, Luna had been sure of when she saw it from outside but inside, down here, was big. She supposed the basement would be large but not this big.They stood in the kitchen, which had no wall and lead right into the dining room where there was a small wooden table. Unable to help but gap, eyes going wide, the woman laughed, coming from behind her. “Don’t keep your mouth open too long. You’re gonna catch flies.” Her mouth instantly snapped shut and a furious blush spread across her face. Her blue eyes drifted over the woman beside her as she could see her properly for the first time in the light. She had a heart-shaped face and kind but weary brown eyes, that looked to have seen too much pain over the years. And despite her smooth, unwrinkled brown skin, her hair, which Luna could imagine must have been dark black at one point, now greyed. A few loose curls hung in her face and her lips formed a thin smile. “You look like your father.” Her brows furrowed together. She knew her father? “You have the same face but your eyes, they are exactly like your mother’s.” Her lips parted and she stilled. Her only reaction was to blink. “Call me Sue,” the woman offered no other explanation. “I always wondered when we would meet.” Still, she couldn’t bring herself to react. “This is the MacIntosh Safe House. I suspect this is the first one you have come across?” It was. Before, she was squatting in random abandoned buildings, resting while she had the chance. She knew there were safe houses, just didn’t know how to find them. “Sit down, Hon,” the wom- Sue, headed toward the kitchen cabinets, searching through them. “You’re exhausted. I’ll make you a snack.” Her feet moved on her own accord and sat down on the stool at the island table. Sue chopped an apple into slices. MacIntosh. She gulped, trying to find the courage to speak but was, she felt… Luna didn’t know how she felt. The strong confident girl from a few hours ago was gone and didn’t know what had happened to her. “My name is-” “I don’t want to know your real name.” she interrupted, not looking up from the cutting board. “Do you believe my name is actually Sue?” The girl did believe, well, at least up until now. “Charlie.” she made up on the spot. “Call me Charlie.” “Nice to meet you, Charlie.” The name sounded strange as the woman referred to her as it but Luna knew it was better this way. There was nothing to tie her to here. Well, except the driver but she doubted he’d remember. “I’m sure you have many questions and I’ll wait to answer them until you meet the others. It’s not common that we have a new person.” “The others? Oh, and I’m not planning on staying long. I’m just passing through.” She passed the plate across the table with the freshly cut apple slices and smiled. “Of course, you aren't.” The woman didn’t seem to believe her. However, the girl nibbled on the apple, realizing for the first time just how hungry she was. “There are six other people staying here. Three are out right now and the others are in the next room.” Glancing at the doorway in the dining room, she could hear the faintest sound. Was that a tv? There were a few voices. “Your father always bragged about how smart you were and never did I not believe him. You found us, which is not easy to do.” she leaned back against the oak cabinet. “How long ago did he go missing?” “Two years ago.” she ignored the heavy feeling in her heart. Realistically, he’d been preparing her for this since the moment she could walk and talk; but since it had happened, she’d never had time to fully comprehend. “He told me to run and not look back if they ever found us. He said that if he was captured then he’d find his way back to me someday. I believed him for a long time. Now, I’m less optimistic.” She sucked the tart flavor off of her fingers. The apples were gone. She’d eaten them all. “I didn’t believe it when he first told me about the communities, age play, and all of that stuff.” her lips curled up. “If the government knew, why hadn’t they put a stop to it? Innocent people are being kidnapped. My mother was kidnapped. Now my father. It made no sense.” At least, it used to not make sense. But now she realized, anything the government profited off of made perfect sense. Kidnapping defenseless people, stripping away their rights, all for what? To create a better nation? Her parents knew the price they would pay for speaking out about the secret age play communities and the government-sanctioned kidnappings. They just didn’t expect it would go this far- being on the run, living in hiding. And her mother especially didn’t expect she would get pregnant. Now she was destined for a life on the run. That is unless she wanted to get taken and forced back into diapers, made to shit and piss herself, play mindless baby games, and be just some sick couple’s object of amusement. That’s what had happened to her parents, she was sure of it. The only other option was that they were dead. Luna would gladly choose the second option if it came to it. No way would they take her alive. If Sue noticed the faraway look in her eyes, she didn’t comment. Instead, she took the dirty plate, dumping it in the sink. “Why don’t we go say hello to the others.” “Now?” she stammered. Growing up homeschooled, her interaction with people was severely limited. Being alone was what she preferred. It's what she was best at. “Yes, there’s just one thing you have to know." "What?" "Try not to stare.” “Stare?” “Mary gets mad and Tina can't help what was done to her.” Luna didn’t know what that was supposed to mean and tried to shrug off the uncomfortable feeling, but it just wouldn’t go away. ooOoo A/N: Hello everyone! I promised I would post soon and I did! I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter and you may notice two familiar names :). If it doesn’t make sense at first, trust me it will soon! I will be alternating, telling Luna’s (Lulu) story from before she was taken and after in Henderson. I will touch a bit on the hospital but it will mostly be her life after. I should update again soon but I hope you all enjoy!

May quietly knocks on the door of her boss. Being the secretary of the head boss of the company, it was her duty to make sure she is ok. Recently her boss had a miscarriage and has not taken it well, their spouse has left them alone and childless, May thought that she would pop in to hand a coffee to her boss and brighten their day.