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Author's note: I am back after an extended break. I had to get new equipment as well as change my career path, all of which took more time then I would have liked. I am still planning a final chapter to my other story, "My Daddy the Diplomat." I will be posting it soon, so feel free to check it out if you need a refresher! I am also trying something new so I don't leave stories half finished. This current one (which I've struggled to write for the last several months) was inspired my the "Little Hunter story that got posted here some months back. Having a set number of updates will hopefully keep the creative juices flowing! Enjoy! ------------------ PART ONE Bethany needed to escape. She nervously bit her lip as she went up and down on the seesaw. Other littles laughed as they slid down the plastic slides. Or swung across the monkey bars. Some even pretended to be heroes on grand adventures as they scurried around the playground equipment. Most of them weren’t wearing any pants, leaving their diapers on full display. Along with T-shirts depicting all kinds of cute animals or cartoon characters. Adults of all ages, acting like toddlers from her world. It defied all sanity and logic. She didn’t want to be a little. She wanted to live an adult life. A week ago, Bethany graduated from law school. She had just passed the bar exam and had a marvelous job lined up at a prestigious firm. Until a strange, unmarked letter arrived in her mailbox. She grabbed it on the way home from grocery shopping and tore it open. An unseen wind whipped around her as the letter disintegrated into dust, causing her to sneeze. The next thing she knew, she had crossed dimensions. An Amazonian police lady found her wandering the streets twenty minutes later. She’d objected to being picked up, but was soundly ignored. She found herself in a city-state funded daycare only two blocks away from where she appeared. She tried to explain to Ivonne and Darla, the only two staff members, that she didn’t need diapers. That she was in full control of her faculties. When Darla started taking off her clothes, she fought back. Only to be bent over and bare bottom spanked until she had no fight left in her. Her legs were lifted and a thick Mighty Max diaper was secured with special tape. Bethany couldn’t take it off, no matter how hard she tried. Darla dressed her in a onesie and laid her down for a nap. She barely slept as the mattress was lumpy. Over the next five days, she watched and waited. She observed the other littles, and even tried to engage them in conversation, but they were of little help. They were too interested in Thaddeus, the Train Engine show that ran all the time on the beat up flat screen television. She ate the same bland little food–which caused her to slowly and steadily lose control of her bowels and bladder. She noticed that most littles getting spanked often, for needless reasons that only a timeout or a small telling off was necessary. Darla and Ivonne showed little warmth or compassion to those they watched over, only doing the bare minimum to keep the littles happy. They didn’t fix the broken toys or even call any repairmen regarding the peeling wall paint or drippy faucets. Twice she tried to escape. Both times she was caught and thoroughly punished. Her bottom still stung from the last time she was over the lap. She couldn’t even remember how long it lasted. Bethany didn’t know how much more she could take. The food, the environment, and its people were messing with her head. Her thoughts scattered when the toy cell phone rang. Bethany found it taped under her seat with the Thaddeus jingle. She glanced at the other little, but they were too wrapped up in their own worlds. Darla and Ivonne were too busy chatting to even watch. Should she answer it? She banished the thought – what did she have to lose? “Hello?” “Listen carefully. In a few minutes, the fire alarm will go off. When it does, use the main playground gate and go to the main parking lot. A driverless van with the license plate JSDQ77V55 will be waiting for you. Use the step stool inside to climb into the car seat.” “What about Darla and Ivonne?” “They will be too distracted to notice your disappearance.” The voice on the other end paused. “This is your last chance to escape. If you still want to be an adult, you’d better take it. The choice is yours.” The line went dead. Again, Bethany hesitated. Is she trading one prison for another? She didn’t like to be someone’s pawn in a twisted game. But she couldn’t say here either. Besides, why cause all the trouble when any Amazon could easily walk in and adopt her? So when the fire alarm went off, she did as instructed. The loud siren started all the littles, who ceased playing. Most started looking around in fear. Others whimpered. Darla and Ivonne immediately had their hands full, rounding up all the littles and getting them to the exit safely. Neither of them noticed Bethany escaping out the playground gate, into the parking lot, and into an unmarked small silver van. Bethany took a deep, calming breath as the van door closed behind her. She jumped into the awaiting car seat using the provided stool. Straps anchored themselves against her body once her padded rear touched the car seat. The van slowly backed out of the parking lot, and soon the daycare was long gone. “Unknown caller. Would you like to answer?” The van’s AI interrupted the silence. “Yes, please.” The same voice greeted her on the other end of the line. “Congratulations, Bethany. For a moment there, I didn’t think you had the desire to escape.” “There’s no way in hell I’m spending the rest of my life as a toddler.” She wiped fresh tears from her eyes. “Thank you so much.” “You’re welcome. You’ll arrive at your destination in a little over an hour. There are snacks in the cubby in front of you if you’re hungry or thirsty. My friends will be there to explain the next steps of your journey. And Bethany?” “Yes?” “Welcome to the Underground.”