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This started off as an idea where, instead of people getting tricked or kidnapped into regression, they would voluntarily choose babyhood and clamor to get into an exclusive diaper academy. I started by writing a straightforward narrative, but I soon found out that making everything willing took away a lot of opportunities for conflict. So I changed tactics, and instead wrote a glossy brochure/booklet for a fictional regression school. Alas, it turns out graphic design is not my passion. I couldn't figure out how to create AI art, especially the "forbidden" type I wanted, and I don't really know how to use desktop publishing software to make something look good. So here's the text copy. I hope it paints a picture. Wendler Regression Academy Prospective Caregivers’ Guide A Special Message from the Dean Dear Caregivers, I am deeply honored that you have picked up this booklet. Not only are you giving serious consideration to welcoming someone special into your home and regressing them into an adult baby to care for years to come, but you wish to entrust me and the nearly 1,000 staff and faculty at Wendler with their training, their discipline, their hypnosis, and their infantilization. Every year, hundreds of caregivers just like you make the decision, examine their options, and turn to us for adult baby education, and every time, I am grateful for their confidence. However, my joy is tempered by the knowledge that the road ahead will be a difficult one. It is not easy to take a grown adult and regress them into an adult baby. It takes dedication and concerted effort. It is disappointing that so many families become discouraged by our strict, but necessary, admissions standards and decide that little care isn’t for them. It is no exaggeration to say that ours is the finest regression school in the country. Don’t take my word for it; ten years in a row, Worldwide Day annual higher education review has ranked the Wendler Diaper Academy #1 for regression. And as we approach our centennial year, I look back at all it’s taken to achieve such high distinction. Some institutions are keen to take shortcuts, and some caregivers are content to take half-measures. But you and I both know that labor and discipline is the only path to achieving our dreams. All of working together, we will be rewarded with a transformed infantile adult baby to hold and love. Sincerely, Dr. Denise Krupp, PhD Dean of Babies Little School, Big History The year was 1926. Alcohol was illegal across the United States. A nickel would buy you an entire afternoon at the movie theatre, maybe to watch Buster Keaton in the General. The newspapers were filled with lurid tales of gangland violence. A brand new Ford Model T could be purchased for a mere $300, electric starter not included. The future Queen Elizabeth was born in England, perhaps just in time to have the newly-published Winnie the Pooh read to her. Babe Ruth hit three home runs in a single World Series game. U.S. Route 66 first opened to traffic. The National Broadcasting Corporation went on the air in 20 different cities. That year, a prominent local businessman named Abraham W. Wendler opened a new school, named for his baby boy, Leonard. That first class consisted of only seven students, tended to by one teacher and four nurses. Their mission: Take those seven young adults and regress them into adult babies. At the time, adult baby regression was almost exclusively done at home. Wealthier families could hire regression governesses to go through diaper training, but most caregivers regressed their littles themselves. Abraham Wendler, drawing on his and his wife’s own experiences in regressing their little boy, believed that by bringing students into an immersive baby environment, alongside other littles, they would develop a much deeper and more permanent regressed headspace. Those seven boys and girls (co-ed—a radical practice at the time) would do everything babyish together: They would play with blocks and dolls; they would sing nursery songs; they would use their diapers without thinking; they would babble and drool; they would take naps; and then they would continue all these activities at home. The Leonard C. Wendler Academy grew from those humble roots. Seven students became 20, and then became 100. The emerging science of psychology gave the faculty new tools to create littlespace, as did sophisticated electronics and hypnosis recordings. The postwar AB boom lead to new schools being established around the country. But Wendler always stayed in the vanguard, partially by looking for new technologies and techniques on the horizon, but mostly by staying true to Abraham Wendler’s original vision: a 24/7 baby lifestyle leading to the most innocent, helpless, and adorable littles in the world. With 260 full-time students and a nationwide network of alumni families, we are the preeminent regression academy in the United States, and the perfect place for you and your baby to begin your journey together! A State of the Art School Wendler has come a long way from the single classroom of its origins. We’ve built on to our single original pre-war building over the decades, converting into a world-class campus with world-class facilities. But as impressive as our school looks, at Wendler, form follows function. Every wall, door, window, and inch of carpet is carefully designed to facilitate your little’s regression. Our homeroom classrooms are spacious, so all our students can run around freely during playtime, but still cozy enough that your little won’t be overwhelmed. The play area is well-appointed with a wide variety of toys and playsets to let students cut loose and explore. Activity tables are the perfect place for arts and crafts or a quick snack time. The semicircle floor is where littles can sing songs, play group games like duck-duck-goose, or watch a TV show for a special treat. Off to the side is our changing station, with multiple tables and plenty of supplies for wet or messy babies to get clean. And behind a special curtain, enough cribs for all our students to take a midday nap after all the exiting things they’ve done. And when it’s time to really go nuts, our teachers and BCAs will lead students out to our ginormous playground! Covering over an acre of space, there are multiple sets of swings, monkey bars, slides, sandboxes, seesaws, and friendly climbing animals where your little can run and play, not to mention an outdoor green for group games. And if the weather isn’t cooperating, never fear. We also have a 20,000 square foot indoor play gym. Not only is there the normal playground equipment, but also a giant ball pit, and, coming next year, a water table! Indoors or out, your baby is never far from a changing station or a time-out space. Speaking of water, our natatorium always wows our visitors; it certainly wows our students the first time they come in! First dedicated in 1990, it recently underwent a $4.8 million upgrade. In addition to the kiddie pool, we now have a spacious splash pad where students can frolic in cascading water on a composite rubber floor for safe falls. But there’s additional safety behind the scenes, where a three-phase sanitizing system—featuring micro-filtering, chlorine treatment, and UV bombardment—keeps the water clean, no matter what’s happening in our little swimmers’ diapers. Babies are bound to work up an appetite during their busy days at diaper school. All day long, kitchen staff in our cafeteria are hard at work preparing nutritious and age-appropriate meals and snacks for our students. Whether your little is still able to use utensils by themselves, or needs someone to help them eat spoons of strained carrots, our BCAs will feed them all their num-nums, wipe their faces, and even burp them. To augment your child’s littlespace and regression mindset, Wendler has build a state-of-the-art hypnosis theater. Multiple times a week, students relax in plush stadium seating for hypnosis treatment, using the latest technologies to plant babyish ideas and suggestions in their subconscious minds. Your baby will walk out of their “hyp time” just a little bit smaller than they were before. Fantastic Faculty It takes a village to regress a child. Modern facilities are nice, but it’s nothing without a large staff of dedicated professionals to transform your little into a baby. All of us working together, we are determined to see this journey through to its conclusion. Let’s meet some of the skilled faculty who will make your dreams come true! Regression counselors – Your little might not meet them very often, but their assigned regression counselor is always busy behind the scenes: monitoring progress on closed-circuit monitors; reviewing readouts from hypnosis sessions; touching base with teachers and aides on behavioral developments; and holding weekly conferences with caregivers on how things are going at home. Before students even begin classes, your regression counselor will meet with you to determine your goals and build a regression roadmap for the next three years. And because everyone has a plan until they don’t, our experienced counselors know how to recover from setbacks. All our regression counselors are board certified by the American College of Regression Medicine, so you know they’ll bring sound science to regressing your child. Teachers – Another special person who will stay with your little all through their regression journey is their homeroom teacher. They will lead group activities, guide classes throughout the building (e.g., to play gym, outdoor recess, hypnosis clinic, pool, etc.), and administer first-line discipline when needed. In addition to homeroom, some babies may visit special class teachers for things like baby ballet, crawling, or sissy skills. Baby Care Assistants – As your little regresses further and further, our state-licensed BCAs will be there to take care of your little when they can’t take care of themselves. Each homeroom class starts with three assigned BCAs, with additional staff coming in as the program continues, along with additional “floating” assistants who can step in when needed. Starting with regular diaper changes, BCAs will also help students dress, eat, bathe, and take care of little boo-boos. Hypnosis Technicians – Wendler has long been a leader in using the latest hypnosis techniques and technologies to gently nudge students toward a more babyish mindset. Our skilled technicians know how to apply the right tools to your goals: audio-visual programming; sleep recordings; group chanting and repetition; positive reinforcement; and even the newest trans-cranial sigma wave transmitters. A bit at a time, we will change your baby’s mind… for the better! And most importantly… You! – Regression is a round-the-clock team effort. When your little comes home at the end of the day, they need their bigs to reinforce what they’ve been practicing at school. You will keep them in diapers, restrict their screen time, feed them, play with them, bathe them, put them to bed, and when necessary, discipline them. The Wendler Plan Each new class of students begins a three-year regression program, developed over the last hundred years to develop a truly babyish mindset. Year 1 – Your little begins an immersive baby lifestyle from day one. Mobile phones, e-cigarettes, chapter books, and all other trappings of adult life are strictly banned. (Light makeup is allowed for girls, or more for sissies.) Instead, their day is filled with play and exploration. Homeroom teachers lead a wide number of enriching activities for your child, including coloring, singalongs, playground time, visits to the splash pad, and (limited) TV time with specially-chosen regression programming. At the same time, students begin diaper training. Total diaper dependence is required for all Wendler students, so these early weeks focus on getting comfortable with never using the potty. A special diet with lots of liquids and high-fiber foods gives students plenty of practice with wetting, soiling, and submitting to diaper changes. Toward the end of Year 1, hypnosis sessions become more frequent, and our staff may begin more involved treatments. Year 2 – Your little is spending more and more time in a regressed state. Rather than merely milling around during early childhood activities, they are excited and engaged. Before, playtime was a subdued and awkward affair; now it’s raucous and joyful as students truly play with abandon. Thanks to regular hypnosis, they will also have trouble regulating their emotional state, so be ready for crying and temper tantrums! All this activity will leave students tired, so teachers will begin a strict naptime schedule, altering their circadian rhythms. Diaper training is progressing nicely. Absorbed in play, your little doesn’t always notice the urge to go pee-pee until they’ve already started wetting. Oopsie! Students who always used to fully wake up to wet their diapers in bed are now only half awake, and don’t always remember having wet at wakeup time. But it’s okay. Wet and messy diapers are normal now, and your little is no longer embarassed. Year 3 – Your little is now living a 24-hour baby lifestyle! They play freely, scream joyously, and sleep deeply. Depending on their level of regression and their hypnosis and conditioning progress, they’re also exhibiting adorable speech impediments, loss of hand dexterity, constant thumb or pacifier sucking, or crawling. Our staff will shift the focus of their training to maintenance and reinforcement, to ensure regression sticks. Regardless of their individual regression level, your little is fully diaper trained! They never feel any urge to go and rarely even notice as they’re wetting or soiling their diapers. They don’t let it interrupt their day, nor does it disrupt their sleep cycle. They are completely dependent on their caregivers for changes, and are docile and submissive while being cleaned up. Total reliance on their bigs is the capstone in their three years of regression training, so when graduation day arrives, they are 100% babies! Your Family’s Application The Wendler Academy is a very exclusive school with a highly selective admissions process. On average, we receive nearly 5,000 applications each year, and of those, only 85 will be offered a seat in our class of first-year students. This is why we urge all prospective caregivers to take the entire application process seriously. It is your big chance for you and your little to put your best face forward for the admissions committee and prove why your family will be a good fit for the Wendler community. Be yourself, but be your best self! Admissions are open to loving caregivers with a little-in-training physically aged between 18 and 25 years who has graduated high school and is eager to begin regression. Caregivers must be independent adults with stable income who have a pre-existing relationship with their little and who are ready to make the commitment to caring for an adult baby. The application process begins by visiting the Wendler Academy website caregivers’ portal at https://cg.wendler.edu and creating a creating an account. You will be using this website and account to fill out and submit your application package; schedule interviews and exams; keep abreast of the selection process; and, should you be granted admission, coordinate with your regression counselor and teachers throughout your child’s regression education. You can also apply for financial aid at the caregivers’ portal. We at Wendler understand that higher regression education costs have become a hot-button issue for families of all different economic backgrounds. However, we are pleased to inform you that, thanks to a very generous and well-run school endowment, our tuition is among the lowest in the country, and, coupled with need- and merit-based scholarships, most of our students end up attending at no cost. In fact, in the 2023 graduating class, not a single family was left with outstanding student loans! As part of your application package, you will be asked to write and submit a personal essay of no more than 600 words talking about your wishes as a caregiver to an adult baby, with an emphasis on your existing relationship to your little and what you believe leads to a successful adoption. Your little can also write an essay about why they want to be adopted and their personal interest in regression (in grown-up language, for now). Students’ essays are optional, but highly encouraged. Remember that these essays are the best way for your new family to stand out! All prospective students are required to sit for a Regression Aptitude Assessment and submit their scores to the Wendler Academy. The RAA will take a full day, and consists of a written portion and a neuroplasticity test, to see whether your child will be receptive to regression. Prospective students may take the assessment multiple times; we will only consider their highest composite score in our admissions process. Visit the Regression Board at https://littlereadiness.regressionboard.org to find testing dates and locations near you. A completed application package, including essays and RAA scores, are due to the Wendler Academy no later than December 1st. Late or incomplete applications will not be considered. If your application passes initial screening, we will invite you and your little to visit us for an admissions interview. Some prospective students tell us they get butterflies coming to our campus for the first time, but nobody needs to be nervous. Our purpose is to have an earnest conversation with littles about why they want to regress, how long they’ve felt this way, and what little activities they’ve already dabbled in. We’ll also take some time to speak with bigs in private, and learn how long they’ve known their baby, how they met, and whether they’re ready for AB care. Don’t think of it as a test; think of it as a get-to-know-you. While you’re here, will give you a quick tour of the grounds, and if you’re lucky, you might even bump into one of our students! By May 1, you will receive an initial admissions decision: you will either be accepted, or offered a spot on our waitlist. Caregivers may return to our portal to begin registration and set an initial appointment with their assigned regression counselor to build their littles’ curriculum and set regression goals. Caregivers should also begin baby-proofing their homes, setting up nurseries, and amassing a supply of diapers and other necessities. (Many families will hold AB showers to celebrate this new phase of their lives.) Classes for first-year students will begin August 18. We look forward to seeing you! Frequently Asked Questions I’m interested in being regressed to babyhood, even though I don’t exactly have a mommy or daddy. Can I apply on my own behalf and find someone after I graduate? Unfortunately, all Wendler students must have at least one dedicated and engaged caregiver to enroll, and only these guardians may direct their application and education. Think about it: How could you go out and find a mommy or daddy when you’re a baby and can’t care for yourself? But don’t worry; if you do create a relationship with a special big, they’ll be more than welcome to apply. My little was assigned male at birth, but we’d like to regress them into a baby girl. Will we be able to transition them at the school as part of the program? Yes! Many of our students undergo gender transition as part of their regression, including many nonbinary babies. Your regression counselor will be able to help you review all your options, ranging from clothing and activities to HRT and even reassignment surgery. Sissification programming is also available. Do you have dormitories or nurseries available for out-of-town students? While Wendler did experiment with boarding students back in the 1950s, we’ve ultimately found that home time at the end of the day, and overnight, is critical for developing a strong big-little connection. This is why we usually require that all student families maintain a residence where students live full time with at least one caregiver within 50 miles of the school. How many of your students undergo surgery as part of their regression? Our program focuses more on conditioning and lifestyle immersion to regress students into babies, with judicious use of medication, and thus avoids more invasive procedures. Some transformations, like sexual reassignment or full dental extraction, do require surgical intervention, and in these cases we have partnered with the HealthCore system of hospitals, but generally student surgery is very rare, and only undertaken as a last resort. What are your policies for when students have “special feelings” in their diapers? My little can quite incorrigible, and I wouldn’t want their behavior to get them in trouble. We realize this is a delicate subject for many caregivers. It’s very common for littles to self-stimulate during their regression, especially in later stages as inhibitions drop. This can be disruptive for others in class, and post-coital dysphoria may damage regression progress, so our staff will quickly step in to stop such behavior. We have a number of ways to respond: We can dissuade or prevent such behavior using hypnosis, numbing agents, or chastity devices. Spankings and time out are another option. Alternatively, our regression counselors may actually recommend stimulation in certain cases, as a reward or in conditioning, to be done at home or by our staff. Remember that as the caregiver, you are in charge of how your baby will be regressed and disciplined. Our family is concerned about environmental sustainability. Can we send our baby to Wendler in cloth diapers? Absolutely! Many families decide on cloth diapering out of environmental consciousness, for an enhanced “wet feeling” on their babies’ skin, or just because they look so cute in their poofy butts! Whether your little is wearing traditional tri-fold diapers with pins and rubber pants, or all-in-one snap-on diapers, our BCAs know how to handle and fasten cloth diapers to minimize leaks and maximize snugness. You will be asked to drop your child off with a supply of fresh diapers every morning, along with a wet bag to send home in the afternoon. Can we improve our chances of being admitted if we start conditioning right away? Many caregivers begin pre-training their littles before their classes begin. If you just cannot wait to begin babying your special angel, this can be a great time to bond and relax. But you shouldn’t feel obliged to start regression early because you think it will give you and your little a “leg up.” Our studies have found no correlation between early training and final depth of regression. The biggest predictor of overall success is caregivers’ consistency in sticking with the program.

Katie Ann What do you do when you look 7 years old, but you're actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen's entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn't the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her how she looks, 7 years old? By Becky Anne ©2018-2024 ~o~O~o~ Chapter One: The Website Nineteen-year-old Kathleen sat staring at her laptop, working on the courage to create an account and profile on the website she just found. She had found this website after taking out her frustrations on the Google search engine. Frustrations she acquired by rage quitting her multiplayer roleplayer game. Baron, her master in the game, turned out to be like most guys she has met online, only wanting sex, cybersex in Baron’s case. Submissive Match, the name of the website, kept staring at her from her purple laptop. It was distracting her from figuring out what she needed to acquire for her return to Mountain College. Not realizing she was doing it, she clicked the yellow create account button. Moving some of her auburn hair out of her view, she flipped back to her list of supplies needed for her return to college next month. “Hmm, most of these things I already have…” she thought. “Oh, I better buy some more notebooks. While I am at it, I will buy that new book by Percy Jackson, ‘Sea of Monsters.’” “It is too bad that Stephanie had financial aid issues. I wonder how this Allison is? Is she going to have a problem with a college roommate who is short enough to be her little sister?” She continued to herself as she looked at her roommate's information pamphlet. Flipping back to the website, “Let's see what they want… I am a submissive… oh, that pulls up a whole new form… some of the standard stuff … Kathleen … Why do they want my middle name … Annabelle Telgenhof … March 16, 1987… I guess the owner's choice for a submissive name … Email… Don’t send me spam from your sponsors… Don’t share my email with suggested owners... Password… I am not sure why they want this information… Weight… 55 pounds soaking wet… Height ... 4’5” rounded up... their selection doesn’t even go that small. I guess I have to choose less than 5’... Location… Pennsylvania… I guess I am looking for an online owner. Oh, what the hell, an offline owner, too... Let’s see, a short questionnaire, a short description, and a recent picture will finish it off.” Looking at the time, “Wowser, that took longer than I thought it would,” Kathleen thought as she put her laptop to sleep. She meets her mother, Marlene, in the kitchen after walking out of her bedroom. “Hello, sweetie. Do you want some ice cream?” Marlene asked as she was scooping into a bowl. “You know I can never turn down cookie dough, Mommie.” "We can watch AFHV as we eat it.” “Sounds like a plan.” “What are your plans for tomorrow while I am at school?” “I told them I would do some volunteering at the zoo since time is getting short until my return to college. I need to stop for college supplies before or after; I just hope I don’t get pulled over for underage driving this time,” Kathleen mentioned. “That still happening?” Her mother asked. “Usually once a week, Mommie.” “Not much we can do about that, unfortunately, sweetie, except for you to grow a few inches,” Marlene pointed out. “Or afoot? Neither an inch nor a foot is going to happen, Mother. That ship sailed ages ago,” Kathleen said crossly, turning her eyes towards the TV. Marlene nodded and watched the television in silence. ~o~O~o~ Rolling out of bed at about 7 o’clock the following day, Kathleen booted up her laptop as she got dressed and ready for a day of volunteering. Coming back to the computer, she started her everyday morning computer habits, email, MySpace, Yahoo Messenger, and a few websites… before logging on to Submissive Match. “Let's see if I got any hits from my profile.” She discovered after she was finally logged in that there were three messages waiting for her. Looking at the first, “Eww, I really didn’t need to see that guy’s dick, this might of been a big mistake. … Oh, there is an ignore feature, thank god.” “Here goes nothing for the second, … interesting name… I seriously doubt his name is really Beast…” “Hello, Little Girl, you’re just the kind of young girl I would really like to meet. You would be perfect kneeling in front of me …” Other than the nickname for herself and himself, this guy isn’t too bad so far, Kathleen thought. “... with my legs spread wide open, and pants zipper down …” “EEEWWW,” Kathleen said out loud, “Spoke too soon!” and she couldn’t click the ignore button fast enough. Leaving the third message for later, she went to get a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Looking at the time, “I will have to leave the third message and college supplies ‘til after the zoo.” ~o~O~o~ “Hello Kathleen, thank you for coming. Why don’t you take the hedgehog and sit down on a bench just inside the entrance to the zoo? You should get plenty of exposure there,” Mr. Cooper, the zoo’s volunteer coordinator, instructed while thinking to himself about that also places her in a place where we can watch her. I am always worried she may be kidnapped, being so small and easy to be confused with an actual grade school kid. Kathleen nodded and headed to where the educational animals were kept. Continuing the thoughts, Mark took a memory trip back five years. “I first told her she was too young to volunteer. She had to be 14. I could have sworn it was a five or six-year-old asking to volunteer. I am kind of glad she pleaded her case and produced proof of age since she has been one of my best teenage volunteers.” He continued to himself, “I will never tell her, but that outfit is custom-ordered for her. I also purposely took the tags off to hide the fact that it is a size 7/8 girls' polo shirt.” Looking out of his office window towards the entrance plaza that it overlooked, he noticed Kathleen was setting up right where he requested her to. “I have never discussed it with her, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she were self-conscious about her height. I would be if I were her,” he thought before returning back to his volunteer hours spreadsheet. ~o~O~o~ “Riiinnnggg” “Susquehanna Valley Zoo, Volunteer department, Mark speaking, how can I help you?” … “How old is your daughter?” … “Sorry, she is a few years too young. She has to be 14 to volunteer.” … “The one with a hedgehog today? She is actually 19 years old.” … “Unfortunately, a common misunderstanding with her. Have your daughter give me a call in a couple of years.” … “Talk to them then.” Hanging up the phone, he looked out the window at the object of the confusion. A group of grade school kids currently surrounded her. The only thing that set her apart from the other kids was the green polo shirt, which signified that she was a volunteer. ~o~O~o~ “OK, Mr. Cooper, I have returned the hedgehog to the education department.” “Thank you, Kathleen, five hours today?” Mark said, looking at the clock. “What was your driving time?” he continued. “Yes, that is correct, and it takes me twenty minutes each way to get here.” “When do I expect you back?” “Unless you have a better idea, I should return Wednesday at the opening,” Kathleen said, thinking of her plans. She had agreed to go out with some high school friends tomorrow. “Works for me. When do you return to college?” “My parents and I are going in a convoy next month, August 13th.” “You will be missed again this year.” “Aww, I will be back again next year,” Kathleen said as she felt her face color up. Showing her to the door, Mark turned his attention to entering Kathleen’s hours in his spreadsheet. “That girl is the closest thing to a little girl I would ever have. I can’t seem to produce the required X chromosome for a girl,” he thought, thinking of his three boys currently in daycare. Meanwhile, Kathleen started driving to a bookstore to buy her prize book and required school supplies. Seeing a cop tailgating her in her rearview mirror, she checked her speed. Noticing she was actually under the speed limit, she thought, “Not again. Can I ever drive without being pulled over for underage driving?” After five minutes and no lights, she wondered what was taking him so long to pull her over. Five more minutes later, the cop slowed and made a U-turn. Kathleen thought that was strange. He tailed me and didn’t pull me over. ~o~O~o~ Pulling into the driveway, she couldn’t get in the house fast enough to check that third message that had been calling her all day. After booting up her laptop, she went to the kitchen to get a glass of peach tea. “Let's see,” Kathleen said, entering her details on the website. “Oh, two new messages. I must have received another today.” Opening up the first message, the third from this morning, she began to read it out loud, “Dear Buttercup, I was inspecting the new profiles and happened to notice yours. I am intrigued by your profile, and I hope to hear from you. Master Adam” “Well, that was short to the point and not creepy,” Kathleen said, going to the second message... “Not another dick picture,” Kathleen screamed, going to the ignore button. After returning to Master Adam’s message, she checked out his profile. “Adam Dale, 25 years old, Pennsylvania, Looking for online/offline submissive, oh he isn’t bad looking.” Hitting the reply button, she typed, using the submissive name he gave her, “Dear Sir, Buttercup is intrigued by your profile too and interested in communicating with you. I am not sure how to go about the next step. - Buttercup.” Putting her computer to sleep, she went into the living room to watch some television. ~o~O~o~ Author's Note: Comments, and questions are always welcomed. I am currently writing chapter 69 of this story. -- Thanks Becky

Now available on Amazon with a preview of Volume 2 Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07SP7Q3WD Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1071417185 _______________________________________ Chapter 1 “So why are you here?” She smiled when she said it; you could tell it was routine, the first question she always asked, and the smile was just good service. Staring across the desk, slumped in his chair, not sure where to put his hands or how to answer and preserve some pride, Eric didn’t respond right away. “I guess … I just don’t want to be here anymore,” Eric replied while keeping his eyes on the desk. Cheryl was used to this. Not many people who came to an adoption center wanted to talk about it. Except the exhibitionists; they wouldn’t stop talking about it, but it was obvious from his body language and mumbling tone that Eric wasn’t here for any of those reasons. “I understand, honey,” Cheryl said, softening her voice, “a lot of people feel that way. Can I ask you some questions about how you feel?” Eric knew what coming; he’d asked the same questions himself more times than he cared to remembered. He nodded. “Do you feel like hurting yourself?” “No.” Flat, matter of fact, and truthful. “Have you ever felt like hurting yourself?” “No.” “Do you feel like hurting someone else?” “No.” Have you ever felt like hurting someone else?” “No.” Cheryl ticked off boxes on her iPad while Eric waited patiently. “I’m so glad to hear that. Can I ask a few more?” She didn’t pause for him to answer. “Have you ever been diagnosed with any of the following? Bipolar disorder, Schizophrenia, Depression, Anxiety, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Personality Disorder, Dissociative disorder?” “Just depression and anxiety,” Eric said as he pushed back in his chair and exhaled. He’d been with depression for eight years and had this conversation with every new doctor and therapist he’d been to in that time. It was boring. Before Cheryl could get her next word out, Eric answered her next question. “I’m taking 150mg of Bupropion once a day and Xanax as needed. I’ve was seeing a therapist every other week until about 6 months ago. Her names is in the paperwork I brought with me. I’d say my depression and anxiety are both well controlled.” “Good,” she said, “That’s all good. Do you mind if I call your therapist to talk with her?” “No, that’s fine.” “Good. I need to be sure your decision isn’t being influenced by your depression or anxiety. So, back to what you were saying earlier, you ‘don’t want to be here anymore.’ Can you tell me more about that?” Cheryl leaned forward, trying to help Eric engage. “I’m work for the county…I’m a social worker…” Cheryl was practiced at this. Nod, say nothing, the client will fill the silence when they’re ready. “I … I …” Eric sucked in air and held back a sob. “I just can’t stay here anymore. I can’t … keep doing this.” Cheryl pushed her box of tissues toward Eric, who reached into his pocket and pulled out a cotton handkerchief. Dabbing at his eyes, he said started again. “Kenard Bering was my client. You probably didn’t hear about that. Good kid, not a trouble maker; wasn’t going to be any project to Harvard story, but he was on track, ya know. And he gets shot over a fucking cellphone.” Tears dripped, and Eric occasional wiped them away as he fell into a soliloquy: “Second kid in a year killed ……………. Dies at school from a fucking asthma attack. When’s the last time you heard of anyone dying from a fucking asthma attack ……………. And this asshole cop says to this 14 year old, ‘well, what are you doing to make your mother hit you? I couldn’t believe it, I … who the fuck says that or even thinks that way? How do you send a kid home who doesn’t want to go home? ……………. Burned ……………. Dropped out ……………. Caught with a weapon his mother game him. And that was after she beat him for losing a fight ……………. But so what if he graduates, right? ‘Cause it’s not like there’s anything but a mop or an apron waiting for him out there ……………. Left her kid to sit in his own shit while she went to get high and doesn’t even tell the cop the kid is home alone ……………. Jail ……………. 12 years old and pregnant and bipolar and both parents on drugs – what can I even do for that? ……………. He had priors ……………. I lost him to the pipeline ……………. Caught out on a corner ……………. Neighborhood says the cops did it ……………. ……………. ……………. ……………. …………….” Eric had stopped crying. He wasn’t sad. He was angry and disgusted and indignant. “For every one I save, whatever that means, there’s five I don’t. It’s like watching a never ending catastrophe and it rips my guts out every time.” Tired now, he slumped back in his chair, “Everyone said give it a year, you’ll get hardened to it. And I never did. Eight years, never gets better, never gets worse. It just is. And I can’t do it anymore. I can’t see it anymore.” Cheryl nodded her, “Uh huh…” waiting to see if Eric had more to say. When she thought he was done, she asked, “That sounds very hard for you. Can you tell me, though, why go to the other dimension? That’s pretty drastic; couldn’t you just change jobs?” “No,” Eric answered, “Because I know it’s all out there. I can’t live with myself if I quit. Or at least I can’t do it here.” That made sense to her. A sad kind of sense. Eric sounded like the kind of person there are too few of, but those qualities that made him so valuable to everyone else were the same qualities that made him so unhappy. Classic burnout. It wasn’t the first time Cheryl had seen this in a client, but it was obviously the worst, and she understood how Eric could believe there would never be an end to it if he stayed. He might even be right, she thought. “Eric, I’m going to be very frank with you. The dimension is more like our world than a lot of people want to admit. In some ways, it’s much, much worse, the way they treat people like us. It’s different in different countries, but in some of them we’re not seen as people. If you’ve heard anyone compare it to slavery and torture, they weren’t wrong. How does that make you feel?” Eric wasn’t surprised. He’d heard it all. It was right there in the web forums: kidnapping, mutilation, mind alteration. Even “Island of Dr. Moreau.” “I know,” Eric replied. “That’s why I came here and not some other place.” “Because you know we only work with people who live in Itali?” “Yeah.” “Well, that was smart of you. Some people get impatient and will go anywhere, or just go somewhere in the dimension and take their chances. You seem like someone who does his research, but I just want to tell you some things to separate fact from fiction: · Itali only permits adoptions through license agencies like ours, and they only adopt direct from our dimension to Itali. Not from any of the other countries there. · While humans can live there independently with the same rights at Bigs, if you adopt yourself out, you’ll have the same rights as a minor there. Anything that is permissible for a Big to do to their own children can be done to you. Anything that is impermissible for a Big to do to their own children cannot be done to you. · You can select the stage of life you wish to begin with as a Little: newborn, infant or toddler. Those are the only choices. That is binding on the Bigs who adopt from us. However, they retain the right to decide the details associated with your stage of life, which may vary from your expectations. Whether and at what pace you progress through life stages, and what point, if any, you stop progressing, is up to the Big. If you choose or consent to it, your Big may further regress you from your current stage at any time. · You’ll notice we call them Bigs. They call us Littles. ‘Amazon’ is a pejorative there. · There’s no amending the adoption agreement. It says what it says. We can make your wishes known to prospective parents, but they can break any promise they make. But we don’t adopt out to just anyone. We thoroughly inspect all of our clients. We wouldn’t work with them if we believed they were bad people. · Our adoption agreement prohibits the following: o Involuntary physical or mental alteration o Giving, selling, or trading Littles o Having custody of any Little not adopted through an agency licensed in Itali o Violations of any Itali laws; suspicion of violations to be investigated, with a preponderance of evidence sufficient to be considered a violation of this agreement o Withholding or unduly delaying adequate medical care o Abuse, neglect, or negligence as defined by The Agency; suspicion of abuse, neglect, or negligence to be investigated, with a preponderance of evidence sufficient to be considered a violation of this agreement o Traveling with the Little to, or sending the Little to, any country where any of the above are not expressly forbidden by law · We have offices in Itali that conduct surprise inspections and work with the authorities there. If they find any violation of the adoption agreement, under the treaty permitting inter-dimensional adoptions between us and Itali, the police are required by law take you into their custody and return you to us. · Unless your parents violate the adoption agreement, you must remain with them as their Little for 10 years. You can asked to be returned to us, but they are not obligated to comply. Conversely, they can return you to us whenever they choose. At the end of those 10 years, you can decide to stay their Little, return to us, or remain in Itali as a full and independent citizen. · Your property and assets with be placed in a trust our non-profit partner manages. If choose to return to us or to become an independent citizen after 10 years, your property will be returned to you less the what we spend eliminating any remaining debt you have here. If you choose to stay a Little after 10 years, your assets, property, and any interest are liquidated, the revenue will be used to pay off your debt, and anything left over will be donated to fund the non-profit. I just want to remind you that Itali is like here; there are good people and bad people. We only work with good, but if you’re looking for a Utopia, that’s not Itali. Does all that make sense? Do you have any questions?” “No. Well, I guess yeah – what happens next,” Eric asked. Eric was familiar with provisions like these. It was part of his job, dealing with foster parents and adoptions. This aligned closely to the laws of he was used to dealing with. He made a lot of those inspections over the years himself. “I know that was a lot to take in,” Cheryl answered, “It’s all in the paperwork I’m going to send you home with. If you have any questions, please reach out to me, and we will be testing you to ensure you read and understood the adoption agreement before we approve you for adoption. So next I’m going to process all the information on those forms we asked you to bring in, then I’m going to call you doctors and last therapist. Our compliance department is going to run the background check you’re allowing us to do, and that includes all of your financial history so we know what we’re taking on when if you decide to move forward. Once that’s done, I’ll be in touch. It usually takes about 10 days for the average person. I’m guessing because of your job you’re going to appear in a lot of court records, so it may take longer. And in the meantime you just go about your life like normal. Don’t make any drastic decisions; don’t go on a spending spree; don’t do anything dangerous or stupid. Anything like that has the potential to cause us to reject your application. If you have any questions, you can call me or one of our licensed therapists – I really encourage everyone to do that anyway. And if at any time you change your mind and want to just forget this, we can do that, too; everything here is confidential, and all your records will be destroyed. Do you have any more questions right now?” With her monologue done, Eric thought for a moment. It was a lot to take in, and even though he was far from the end of it, everything seemed very real now. “Uh, not a question really. Can I tell you one thing I’m looking for in a Big,” Eric asked. “Of course.” Eric felt sheepish. He’d thought about this a lot, and he was embarrassed by it, as if this entire thing weren’t embarrassing. “I don’t know what life stage I want to start at, but, uh, can you, um, put it in my file that I don’t think I ever want to grow up again?” “I can’t promise your Big would abide by that, but I will put it in your file, and we’ll try do our best to find a Big who wants the same as you. Anything else?” “No,” Eric said as he stood up and stuck his hand out. “Thank you for your help. I’ll do all the things you said.” “Thank you for coming in today,” Cheryl replied as she shook Eric’s hand. As Eric reached the door, Cheryl felt compelled to add, “Eric, we’re going to make sure everything turns out right for you. I’ll make sure. And while all this is going on, please … just try to take care of yourself … for me.” Eric nodded and left. Cheryl liked Eric. She had a soft spot for people who had soft spots, and she knew people like Eric were worth protecting. We need more people like him in this world, Cheryl thought, but he needs something else. She understood why Eric wanted to be with a Big who didn’t want him to grow up: so he’d never have to see the kinds of things he saw everyday here. Returning to her desk, Erica started taking in on her notes for the file: Eric is 29 years old and suffers from depression and anxiety which are well controlled with medication … overwhelmed by work and the suffering he sees in the world … is educated and intelligent … is a sensitive and kind person … appears physically healthy … exhibits signs of PTSD, though he has not been diagnosed, and may benefit from therapy post-adoption … will likely need substantial emotional support ... did not admit to any fetish as a motivator .. may have trouble adapting ... desires to NOT progress from initial stage of life … will likely match best with a female head of household looking to dote on her Little and who has a large support network …

Chapter One "It's a big decision," Claire's mother worriedly commented. "Are you sure it's something you want to do at your age?" she asked, knowing that the answer would be the same as last time, and every time before that, ever since Claire had informed Kathy of her intentions six months ago. "Ugh, yes mum," the nineteen-year-old whined from the other room, exactly as Kathy expected. "Besides," Claire continued, lowering her voice to room temperature as she lugged a box into the kitchen, "It'll only be sixth weeks at a time, at least at first." Claire dropped the large brown cardboard box on the table with what she hoped would be a conversation-ending thud, but was disappointingly a merely a muffled comma. Her mother looked up from her rapidly cooling cup of tea, and was about to begin a new tack when Claire cut her off: "Anyway, it's not like they don't have the internet in Germany! And you know I'll always be a few hours flight away." It was the trip of a lifetime, and what's more, it tied into her studies at university, and so would even count towards her degree! She certainly wasn't going to let her neurotic mother get in the way. Kathy had always been more than a little nervous about Claire's various escapades, even something as little as a sleepover with school friends. Of course, Kathy had a little more reason to be worried than most parents. Claire had been, until the age of about 14, what they used to euphemistically call a 'bedwetter', but in the last few years had become known as 'wetters'. As it became clear that the new generation was increasingly likely to be only fully out of diapers by five, and a significant minority of about 20% were in need of night-time diapers until mid-adolescence, new phrases had begun to creep into common usage. The Government initially used the term "incontinence sufferers", but this was rapidly thrown out by the younger generation as patronising. They then moved onto "those who use toilets less", until settling for the simple, catch-all phrase "diaper wearers". Never one to miss an opportunity, of course, the diaper industry had thrived with this increase in marketing potential. Claire remembered the old "Drynites" brand vaguely, and shuddered at the thought of the unfortunate souls who had to wear them. Flimsy, low-capacity and small, they were quickly replaced by increasingly large sizes of baby diapers, and by the time Claire had finally outgrown her bedwetting, most large supermarkets sold tape-up diapers all the way up to a 32" waist, with capacity and print variations to suit plenty of tastes. Kathy's concern for her daughter was more of a hangover from the perceptions of bedwetters from her day - Claire would always tell her not to worry, as usually at least one other girl would be in diapers at any sleepover. Kathy, however, worried nonetheless, and Claire was quietly grateful. It was better, she thought, to have a mum who cared too much, instead of too little. So, 5 years free from diapers, Claire was here, packing for her first big trip abroad - six weeks working at the University in Cologne! Claire opened the large brown box and began placing its contents on the kitchen table. Books, pencil cases, protractors, notepaper - it was all here, stationary she hadn't needed since school days, neatly packed away by Kathy. Kathy, oblivious to Claire's silent thanks, began to fuss, "Well don't get it all out here! Take it up to your room, that's where your clothes and suitcases are!". Knowing she was right, Claire grunted in annoyed approval and began to quickly place the items back in the box. As she threw in the last pencil case, she felt her hand brush up against a familiar surface - a sort of fine cotton - but ironically she couldn't quite put her finger on what it reminded her of. Eager to escape her now irritated mother, she bustled upstairs, trying hard not to drop her now unbalanced box of school things as she went. Laying the stationary out on the slightly dusty floor of her bright, modern bedroom, she began to make piles - "take", "keep", and "throw away". Ikea pencils went in "throw away", treasured teenage doodles went in "keep", and her best pens went in "take", ready to packed off to Germany. As she reached the bottom of the box, having filled the "keep" pile far larger than her mother would have liked, Claire's hand again brushed up against that family fabric. Curious, she looked into the box. There, at the bottom in the corner, was a solitary diaper. It was clearly unused, and it was clearly hers - first, it was covered in a little blue flower pattern, and second, it looked about the size and thickness of a small parcel, certainly big enough for her 24" waist. Her heart beating imperceptibly faster, Claire reached down and picked it up. First, she went to put it into the throw away pile, "After all," she reasoned to herself, "No one would want one old diaper, and I certainly don't need it". But she stayed her hand, and placed it down in the "keep" pile. "Who knows," she though, "I might need it in the future - maybe I'll get the flu, and won't be able to make it to the toilet". She stood up, and was about to go downstairs when the blue and white diaper, perched on a pile of half-used school books and potentially useful post-it notes, caught her eye one more time. "Well, if I am going to be in Germany for 6 weeks, why wouldn't I need it then? Besides, I don't know what exactly the diaper situation is over there, so it may be the only thing I can find." To be on the safe side, then, she moved it to the "take" pile, ready to be packed. But first she went down stairs for a nice cup of tea.