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So this is my first story. I've sunk quite a bit of time into this. I'm an engineer who's used to writing technical research papers, not fiction, so this is also uncharted territory for me. I am also dyslexic so please forgive my spelling errors and the times where spellcheck leads to the wrong word getting placed in a sentence. I'm sort of going to do my own thing with the diaper dimension drawing on lots of the stories that I've read on this site, so this will be Tomás' variation on the diaper dimension. I hope you guys enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Chapter 1 Jack was beginning to doze off halfway through his Modern Physics Lecture. He pinched himself to say awake and took another swig of coffee. For what seemed like the hundredth time he thought, “Why did I sign up for a class that meets on Friday afternoons?” Granted, he liked Modern Physics a lot because the class was interesting, challenging, and his professor was a fantastic lecturer. It was just that that Friday afternoon all he could think about was taking a nap, so he’d be able to party till 2 a.m. with his friends. Yet as his professor was explaining how Albert Einstein determined that the 4th dimension was time Jack found himself about to fall asleep in one of his favorite classes. Five minutes later he was jolted awake by a kick from his desk mate as his professor was asking the class to solve an equation that proves Einstein’s theory of gravity. Jack fumbled through the differential equation with his desk mate and he was thankful that his partner was able to solve it without out him doing too much math. Jack rubbed his eyes and took a large gulp of coffee. He was determined to focus for the last 15 minutes of lecture. “I can do this,” He thought to himself. His professor then said, “There are many theories on the interplay between gravity, time, and dimensions. Dimensions are simply a term that describes the ordering of mass and energy, but this is often confused in popular cutler with alternative realities. Traveling to a different dimension is just about impossible, but moving between alternate realities is a much simpler matter.” That got Jack’s attention. Could he get himself into an alternate reality where his family was rich, he had a smoking hot girlfriend, or he didn’t have to take exams at the end of the semester? His professor continued saying, “The thing that makes moving between alternate realities simple is that if you assume that we are living in a multiverse then there are an infinite number of other universes within the 4th dimension that share our same laws of physics. This means that getting to different universe within our dimension would only require puncturing a small hole in the ‘bubble’ that surrounds our universe and stepping through. Scientists, including myself, believe that this is possible with non-normal vacuums which are created via certain nuclear reactions in the lab. The forces exerted outward by these vacuums have been measured and well documented. However, no successful portal has ever been created nor will it probably ever be unless humans become an interstellar super-civilization. And with that I’ll end lecture today a few minutes early. Be sure to complete the general relativity reading before class on Monday and enjoy your weekend.” Jack was shocked at what he’d just heard and immediately got in line to talk to Professor Isabella about what she’d just said. When he got to the front of the line he said, “What kinds of nuclear reactions generate non-normal vacuums and can these vacuums be influenced by magnetic fields in any way?” “Most of them actually occur when a high-energy particle field interacts with nuclear waste. Based on Einstein’s theories, such a vacuum could be influenced a manipulated by a magnetic field. Saying it right now it makes traveling to a parallel universe seem quite trivial, but if that was the case then someone would have done it by now. Furthermore, if you were to open up a portal it would more likely than not dump you into the middle of nowhere in space, than it would onto an alternate Earth.” She replied. “Hypothetically speaking, if you were to open up a ‘portal’ to another universe within our dimension would anyone actually be able to tell you went anywhere, or would all the Jacks from every universe just step into the next universe and this new Jack would take my place without anyone noticing?” Jack responded. “If you’re trying to find a geniuses version of yourself to come take your exams for you then you are probably out of luck. However, you do bring up an interesting point about other universes. It’s often popularized that if you opened up a portal you would end up on an Earth with a different society. However, as I’ve already mentioned, it’s more likely that you would be tossed in the vacuum of space somewhere or end up in a universe where Earth was either an overheated hellhole like Venus or a cold barren wasteland like Mars. There is also the possibility that you would end up on a hospitable Earth, but a non-primate species was the first to achieve self-awareness and took on the role that humans have hear.” Professor Isabella replied. “Thank you, and have a nice weekend.” “You too and don’t start messing around with nuclear waste thinking you can escape my final exam by moving to another universe. I bet you that in the same universe where Jack the 20-year-old college sophomore genius lives is the same universe where the mean Nobel Prize winning Professor Isabella lives.” They both laughed and went their separate ways. As Jack walked out of the physics building and headed back towards his dorm room, he decided to take a look at the room in the basement of the nuclear engineering building where all the unfinished capstone projects are kept just to see what he could find, holding onto the hope that he could engineer his way out of his mundane existence. He also was thinking that he could find some inspiration for beginning to plan his capstone project that he’d do his senior year. Granted, Jack knew he didn’t have it bad. His family had always had enough money to keep food on the table, a roof over everyone’s head, cover medical expenses, and take a short modest vacation each summer. However, at one of the top 25 engineering universities in the country, Jack had always felt out of place. His clothes where all hand-me-downs from his older brother or cousins, or they came from thrift shops, not designer boutiques. His family would go on vacation to a cheap beach house in the Outer Banks that was what the relators referred to as “oceanside”, not “oceanfront.” They would cook in the whole week and his older brother and parents always had a good time, but it seemed like everyone at his university was vacationing at 5 star all-inclusive resorts in the Caribbean, Greek Isles, and Barcelona. Jack just felt out of his league. It seemed like he couldn’t connect with his classmates because they didn’t understand what it was like to need to work 10 hours a week to cover his expenses that his scholarships didn’t. Most of them had seldom wanted anything they couldn’t have, but Jack always wanted things he couldn’t have, but that was just a fact of life. His dad—who had put himself through technical school and worked as a welder—always told him that if you work hard you will achieve your goals. However, Rahul was different. His parents’ weren’t immigrants like Jack’s, but he was always able to empathize with him about being an outsider. He wasn’t sure how, but Rahul had an uncanny number of shared experiences with Jack, and yet the two couldn’t have come from more different backgrounds. Rahul’s mother was an electrical engineer CTO of a leading transistor and integrated circuit manufacture, and his father had raised him as a stay-at-home dad. And yet, Rahul had always seemed slightly detached from everyone and Jack could tell that there was something he was holding back. Ever since Jack had met Rahul at an engineering student council wine and cheese social hour he’d had a crush on him. Jack thought the feelings went both ways, but he was always hesitant to ask Rahul out. For one thing, Rahul’s family intimidated Jack and even thought they were both sophomore engineering students, Rahul was studying Materials Science and Engineering, not Nuclear Engineering, so Jack always worried that they wouldn’t have anything in common. Jack’s friends always told him that Rahul was into him and that he was just making excuses to not ask him out. Regardless, Jack had a plan. He was going to get his degree in nuclear engineering, get his Professional Engineering certification, and in 3 years be making 6 figures designing and maintaining nuclear power plants. He didn’t want having a boyfriend to distract him from his studies. Nerveless, as Jack walked towards the Nuclear Engineering building he couldn’t help, but think of Rahul and how he was going to be at the party he was going to that night. Chapter 2 Once in the basement he walked into the room full of unfinished projects to find dozens of interested devices sitting around in various states of completion. Most had what looked like miles of wires sticking out of them at odd angles and “Caution Radioactive” labels plastered on their sides. Jack walked down the hall to Professor Brown’s office to ask him about the various unfinished projects in the room. Jack knocked on the door to his office and Professor Brown responded with a, “Come in!” Jack opened the door and stepped into his office which was full of every possible book imaginable on nuclear engineering. Jack started saying, “I was wondering if you could take a couple of minutes and explain what the different unfinished capstone projects in the room down the hall are?” “Sure! I always love showing them off. It’s a real shame how many seniors lose motivation at the end of the semester and just submit their thesis without a working prototype. I hope that your capstone group WILL actually finish your prototype when you are a senior.” Professor Brown replied. Jack had met Professor Brown in his intro to nuclear physics course he’d taken last semester and he instantly liked him. He was always willing to take time out of his day to explain something to a student or just listen to them talk about their lives. He was the best academic adviser that Jack could have ever hoped to have assigned to him. As they walked into the room Professor Brown started by saying, “All of the nuclear material has been removed from every one of these projects, so you don’t need to worry about getting radiation poisoning. Presuming nothing is plugged in feel free to touch whatever you want. I highly doubt any students are ever going to take the time to finish one of these things, so you can do whatever you want to any of these devices. I would dismantle them for parts, but I’d feel bad ruining all the hard work that people have put into these things and they are also a nice educational tool.” Jack and Professor Brown then walked around the room and Jack listened to the dozens of stories that belonged to each device. Each one was the story of a different group of ambitious seniors who wanted to build something groundbreaking but either hit a technological barrier they couldn’t overcome or lost the motivation they needed to finish the project. After playing with the different projects and talking to Professor Brown for about an hour, Jack asked, “Hey what’s that device with the large steal ring in the corner?” Professor Brown replied, “Oh that was an attempt at building a portal to a different universe. That capstone group did an awesome job on the prototype. A lot of very bright engineers and physicists worked on the project. All of them are now off at various universities holding professorships or CTO’s at large companies. Obviously, they never finished the prototype, but I wanted them to research something else altogether. I knew that this capstone group had something special and could have made a device that would convert nuclear waste into usable fuel or an ultra-sensitive particle detector. However, they really wanted to work on this project, so I let them go for it. Unfortunately, their paper was rejected from the American Journal of Nuclear Physics on the grounds of implausibility, so that was a big letdown for the group. However, their work was still published in several Undergraduate Research Journals and presented at about a dozen research conferences, so it’s not like they didn’t get any visibility or recognition for their work. Anyways, a half million dollars later, that’s what they built.” Jack was surprised at how simple the device was. It had a vertically-oriented metal ring that was five feet in diameter with the bottom of it suspended about a foot off the ground. The ring was surrounded in wiring, “Electromagnets” Professor Brown explained. The wires ran into a circuit board that was hooked up with a heavy steal box with a lid that sat on the floor and a computer that rested on the table. Professor Brown explained, “The steal box held nuclear waste that was excited by a particle field. That reaction generated a non-normal vacuum and the electromagnets in the ring would open up the portal to another universe. The computer was simply used to control the device. Even though the thing never worked they did have a computer science student named Sophia build them an awesome interactive user interface.” After glancing at is watch, Professor Brown said, “Oh shit! I’m running late to my 4 p.m. department meeting. Sorry, but I have to go, I enjoyed talking to you.” “Thank you so much for taking the time to talk to me,” Jack shouted as Professor Brown ran out of the room. Jack knew that Professor Brown had left his office unlocked because he was in a hurry, so he walked inside and began to search through draws till he found what he was looking for, the key to the nuclear waste storage room. Jack also decided to grab the portal capstone group’s never-published paper off Professor Brown’s bookshelf. He figured it would have some useful information in it and it would give him an excuse if anyone asked him why he’d gone into Professor Brown’s office. He walked to the end of the hall and hesitated for a second outside the nuclear waste storage room. He felt guilty knowing that he’d taken advantage of Professor Brown’s kindness and used it to get something he wasn’t supposed to have. In addition, he knew that stealing nuclear waste was a serious crime and could land him in jail and get him kicked out of school. Ending up in jail would be bad, but for Jack it would be worse to get kicked out of school because he knew that this degree was his chance to get a solid job and climb the social ladder. He knew he was laying a lot down on the line for a failed science experiment. On top of this, he wondered if Professor Brown would help him fire up the portal if he just asked. He sighed and unlocked the door to the nuclear waste storage room. Once inside he glanced through the paper he was holding in his left hand and found what he was looking for in the abstract, “Our device generated the non-normal vacuum with 1 year old uranium nuclear waste.” He put on thermal gloves, walked down the rows of shelves and pulled one lead container of year old uranium nuclear waste off the shelf. Jack then walked out of the room, locking the door behind him. His first order of business was to get the nuclear waste into the portal as quickly as possible, so he went into the lab with the portal and opened the metal box. He realized that this device was designed with safety in mind, so he could just set the lead container with the top still on into the proper slot in the box and the machine would handle the rest for him. Jack then put the key to the nuclear waste storage room back into Professor Brown’s office. He sat down at the table and booted up the computer linked to the portal. On the computer’s home scene Jack saw a circular icon labeled “run portal.jar” he clicked on it and a well-designed program popped up on the screen. It had clear labels and instructions for the user on how to operate the portal. Jack found this odd. In addition, there was a tab on the sidebar that said “go to” followed by this list. - Paradise - Future - Past - Marxism - Fallout - Babyland As Jack looked through the list of names he was taken aback by some of them. Why would an unfinished project have such good instructions and labeled universes with clear entrance and exit coordinates? Also what was up with the name Babyland? Jack guessed that in Past there was less technology, in Marxisum the U.S.S.R won the Cold War, but he couldn’t think of what Fallout and Babyland possibly were. Was fallout a universe that was like the video game? Was Babytown a universe where babies were somehow in charge, or where babies held the highest possible social status? Regardless, so far as he could tell everything was working as planned. He quickly skimmed the instructions and realized that all he had to do was select a universe and the portal should open up. Jack clicked on the “go to” tab and selected “paradise.” Immediately the portal sprang to life with a loud squeak and the computer scene read “system processing request.” The noise then died down to a low electric hum and the computer screen said “Portal Ready and Fully Operational, Estimated Travel Time: 1.500002 seconds.” Jack was so excited that this might actually work. He sent a text to Rahul to see if he wanted to check out this portal with him, but Jack got up from the computer and stepped through the metal ring and didn’t wait for a response. Chapter 3 In his Modern Physics class Jack had learned about wormholes or an Einstein-Rosen Bridge, but no one had ever discovered one before, so they were just mathematical models and theoretical descriptions of being able to see all of space-time warp before your eyes. What jack expected to happen was nothing, but his next best guess would have been traveling through a Hollywood-style EDM light display tunnel. However, as Jack put his right foot into the portal, he looked down to see an inward curving floor that was the same hue of concrete as the floor beneath his other foot. As Jack’s foot slipped below that ring it touched nothing and his skin felt cold as something seemed to be sucking him inward. Jack thought he had pretty good balance but he suddenly lost his balance and got sucked into the portal. Jack was inside the portal for 1.5 very memorable seconds. His whole body was cold and he felt like he was floating and being crushed at the exact same time. The crushing sensation was worse initially, but seamed to get better as he fell deeper into the portal. Jack felt trapped inside a sphere with grey concrete on in front and behind him with a ring of crimson black where the portal ring would be. He had no control over where he was going and his whole body was floating in this crushing void. His body was both very heavy and very light at the same time. Even though Jack felt like he’d fallen into the portal, his body seemed to have lost all of its inertia because he wasn’t tumbling like if he’d lost his balance. As Jack fell forward and neared the far grey wall, the crushing sensation intensified again. There was a blast of coldness that was followed by warmth as Jack touched solid ground again. Chapter 4 The cold was gone and Jack was in a room again with gravity where things actually seemed to obey the laws of physics. Jack looked around and realized that he was in a basement room that was the exact same size facing a cinder block wall just like the one in the lab and when he turned around the portal ring was still behind him. However, there was no portal and the portal was just a crimson black ring with what looked like a concave grey concrete floor inside. Upon closer examination of the room around him, Jack realized that he was in a different place. The basement room still had a bunch of unfinished projects, but they were nothing scientific. There was a broken crib in one corner, an unfinished floor piano in another, and a half-built rocking horse to Jack’s right. Jack realized that the portal had worked and he was in the place the computer called paradise. “This must be some sort of storage room for old children’s furniture,” Jack thought. His first order of business now was getting out of this basement and finding a beach party. Jack figured that in a place the capstone group had called paradise a beach party would be very easy to find. He hoped that Rahul was going to show up and they could go to a beach party together, but he figured that Rahul was smart enough that he could just meet him at a beach party. As he exited the room and walked down the hallway towards the exit sign and the stairwell he noticed that the room where the radioactive waste was stored back at his collage had a sign on the door that read, “Diaper Disposal Room.” I guess this is a daycare center of some sort and not a university in this universe, thought Jack. Jack also realized that everything was larger here. The doorways were the size of warehouse loading dock doors, the hallway was wider, the ceiling was higher, and what looked like a riding vacuum cleaner in the in the hallway was the size of a Zamboni. When he reached the end of the hall he had to reach his arm all the way up to grab the door handle and opened the door to the stairwell. As he began to climb to where the ground floor was in the nuclear engineering building back on his campus. As he climbed the steps he noticed that he felt a bit lighter than usual. I guess there’s a little less gravity here, Jack thought. The lighter gravity came in handy because the steps were about twice as high as he was used to and he wasn’t sure he would have made it up them on Earth. Well that should make the waves that much larger and surfing much more fun. When he reached the ground floor, he jumped up to open the door. As he stepped out into the main hallway of the building. There was no one in the massive hallway except for a very large, middle-aged woman who must have been 12 feet tall. As Jack turned to exit the building the woman shouted at him, “Now where do you think you’re running off to little boy?” Jack froze in place confused and then he saw the woman purposely walking down the hallway toward him. Jack thought about running out of the building right then, but then thought better of it thinking that this woman is mistaking him for someone else. By the time Jack had decided not to run the woman was standing right in front of him she said to him in a stern voice, “Now you are in a lot of trouble little boy. You are not in nap time right now, you were caught trying to leave daycare early, and you are not wearing proper clothing. You know, you should be thanking me because if you’d left this building right now the cops would have caught you and charged you with indecent exposure. Also your big would get in big trouble and we don’t want that.” Jack was very confused. He was wearing jeans and a hoodie; he wasn’t naked. How could he be arrested for indecent exposure? Also, how was this place paradise? Was this some kind of sick joke that the capstone group or Professor Brown were playing on him? The questions kept on racing through Jack’s head as the woman grabbed him firmly by the hand and lead him down the hall. As this was happening Jack realized that the coffee he drank during his modern physics class was catching up with him and he needed to go to the bathroom really badly. He turned to the woman and said, “Um, like where is the bathroom here? I’ve gotta pee pretty badly.” The woman laughed and playfully said, “It’s right here you silly little boy.” She then patted his bottom, but she was taken aback when she didn’t feel the padding of a diaper. “I guess I’ll have to get you in a diaper right away then. I can’t believe that you’re not padded right now! You either managed to take off your diaper or your big is going to be in trouble for failing to properly diaper you.” “A diaper! I’m a fucking 20 year old college student studying nuclear engineering. I know how and when to pee and shit in the toilet! And I neither have nor need a big, whatever the hell that is, I care for myself thank you very much.” Jack yelled at the woman. “I don’t know or care who raised you or where they came from, but here at this daycare if you’re not a licensed caregiver, a parent, or a big, then you wear a diaper. Also it’s illegal for any little to wear any type of underwear that’s not a pull-up or diaper.” She replied sternly. “Also, you are going to want to check that mouth of yours or you’ll be in big trouble. Little boys don’t talk to bigs like that and don’t think you are going to get away without being punished for your behavior. You should know by now that you need to refer to me as ‘Mommy Sara’, or just ‘Mommy’. Understood?” Jack wasn’t ready to give in, so he started kicking, screaming, and swearing like he’d never done in his entire life. Mommy Sara was unshaken amidst this tantrum and even though Jack was pretty strong and worked out 4 times-a-week, she grabbed him and pinned him on his back on the ground with ease. This fight was happening outside a nursery where everyone inside was waking up in the middle of nap time because of the commotion in the hallway. A crowed began to gather at the window and everyone inside watched as Jack was pinned to the ground. Mommy Sara then yanked down Jack’s pants and underwear and spanked him hard on the butt. Jack was stunned when the first blow came down. He’d never been spanked before and the first blow stung both physically and emotionally. Before Jack had time to process what had just happened another blow came on the opposite side of his butt. Then another came back to the spot where the first blow landed. One after another the spanks kept coming. Jack realized that there was no numbing sensation, but it was just one painful slap after another. Jack’s butt began to feel hot as the spanking wore on. However, worse than the physical pain was the embarrassment of the situation. He was an adult that was pinned on the floor by a giant and receiving a punishment fit for a toddler for actions that weren’t even a crime. After about a minute, Jack had stopped trying to count the blows that he was receiving and gave up on trying to hold the pain inside. Despite not wanting to give this giant woman the satisfaction of him crying, Jack had no other way to release his emotions and express the pain he was feeling. Jack let one tear roll down his cheek that was followed by a waterfall of tears and soft whimpers. He could barely believe he was crying, but it somehow made the pain and embarrassment more bearable. After beginning to cry Jack realized that there was no point delaying the inevitable and holding anything in, so as yet another hard smack landed on his butt Jack began to pee. The pee gushed out onto the floor and Jack soon found himself lying in a puddle of his own pee. “Well it looks like this naughty little boy definitely needs to wear diapers as he clearly can’t control himself like all littles.” Mommy Sara remarked out load. The spanking only lasted two minutes, but by the time she was done with him Jack was crying out loud, had peed his pants, and his bottom was red hot and sore. Jack was so embarrassed by the whole situation and eager to get out of the puddle of his pee he’d been laying in that he was willing to comply with this crazy giant’s demands. Mommy Sara then said to him in a stern voice, “That’s what happens to little boys who throw temper tantrums, curse, disrespect adults, and aren’t wearing proper clothing.” Mommy Sara then carried Jack into the nursery and the through another door into a room with a bathtub. While she warmed up the bathwater, she stripped Jack naked and said in a gentle voice, “Now let’s get you all cleaned up. A nice bath will make my little baby feel better. Now what’s my baby’s name?” Jack sniffled and replied, “Jack.” “Ok, I’m gonna call you baby Jackie,” She said. Jack didn’t like this new nickname, but he was relaxed by the warm bath and Mommy Sara’s soft touch nice, in sharp contrast to the hard spanking he’d received moments ago. Mommy Sara slowly lowered Jack into the bathtub that was the size of a large hot tub and set him down on the bench that was built into the wall of the tub. The warm water felt good on Jack’s sore bottom and Mommy Sara let Jack take a moment to just enjoy the water before she covered a washcloth in soap and began to slowly move the ultra-soft cloth over Jack’s chest. Jack couldn’t believe how soft the washcloth was. It was like having lamb’s fur rubbed on his chest that also removed the hot, sticky pee from his body. As she worked her way down Jack’s front side, she slowed down and took extra care to make sure that Jack’s crotch area was clean. Jack just leaned back and took in the sensations as Mommy Sara softly put her hands under Jack’s butt and lifted up his body slightly under the water so she could better clean his penis. Jack was almost ready to sleep in the tub, but he opened his eyes in orgasmic shock as Mommy Sara moved cleaned his penis with the warm, wet, and ultra-soft cloth. “Well it looks like someone is a little excited right now. Little boys do sometimes get that way during baths.” Mommy Sara said in a smooth silky voice as she put more soap on the washcloth and cleaned the cum off of Jack’s penis. Because of the circumstances of the situation, Jack didn’t want to admit it, but he’d just had one of the best orgasms of his life while being bathed by a giant woman who was talking to him like he was three. Jack was only slightly curious about BDSM and kink, and he’d never actually done anything about it besides watching a couple of BDSM porn videos he’d found online, but he couldn’t deny how nice it was to be held and cared for by the same person who’d just given him a spanking. The warm water, the touch of Mommy Sara, and the washcloth felt good on Jack’s body, and the soap smelled like sweet lavender. The whole experience just caused so many good physical sensations while at the same time washing away not only the sweat, dirt, grime, urine, and filth from his body, but also the emotional pain of the shame and embarrassment from earlier. Somehow Jack knew that he was going to be safe with Mommy Sara and he trusted her despite the fact that she’d been spanking him earlier. Or maybe he trusted her because she’d spanked him and then made him feel loved and cared for. Mommy Sara then set Jack back down on the bench in the tub and preceded to wash Jack’s back, legs, and feet before pouring a pitcher of warm water over Jack’s head. Mommy Sara than rung out the washcloth and put some shampoo on her hands. She then slowly began to shampoo Jack’s hair, slowly messaging his scalp. Jack closed his eyes and took in the moment, savoring the feeling of Mommy Sara’s hands massaging his scalp. As her hands worked the shampoo through his hair he felt the stress that he’d been holding onto through the semester leave him. Mommy Sara then poured more water over Jack’s head washing the shampoo out of his hair and then gently washed his face. She scrubbed Jack down real quick one more time to make sure she didn’t miss any spots and then began to drain the water from the tub. “Bath time’s over my sweet little Jackie.” Mommy Sara said as she lifted Jack out of the tub and began to dry him off with a towel that was just as soft as the washcloth she’d used to clean him. Jack didn’t want to admit it, but that bath had been one of the most soothing and relaxing experiences of his entire life. The physical sensations, the sweet smell of the soap, and the gentle touch of Mommy Sara talking to him in her smooth silky voice all came together to give Jack an experience he couldn’t forget and wanted to do again. After Mommy Sara had dried Jack off, she carried him into the nursery and set him down on a changing table. Jack was still in a bit of a nirvana-like haze from that bath that he didn’t realize that Mommy Sara was about to put him in a soft thick diaper on Jack. Jack just lay on the changing table as he felt his legs getting lifted up and something very thick and soft placed under his bottom. Jack opened his eyes and looked down at his butt to see what this soft thing under him was and quickly realized it was a diaper. Jack was about to panic and throw a tantrum as his relaxed bath state started to fade. However, Mommy Sara noticed his unease and pushed a pacifier into his mouth and placed a teddy bear in his arms saying, “There, there, my little Jackie. Just relax. Mommy will make sure you’re nice and comfy in no time. Just relax and let me take care of this.” Mommy Sara then sprinkled sweet-smelling baby powder over Jack’s crotch and taped the diaper up on Jack, running her fingers along the leak guards to make sure his diaper was secure. The diaper felt weird between Jack’s legs, but it wasn’t uncomfortable like he’d expected. She then dressed him in a dinosaur printed onesie and laid Jack down in a crib with a soft blanket and a couple of stuffed animals. Mommy Sara then replaced the pacifier from Jack’s mouth with the nipple of a bottle that was filled with warm sweet milk and said, “Nite-nite my little baby Jackie.” As Jack lay in the crib drinking the sweet warm milk from the bottle he realized that he wasn’t in as bad of a position as he’d thought during the spanking an hour ago. Nevertheless, even though Jack truly loved the bath, being held and cared for, and the super comfortable crib he was sleeping in, he still held onto the hope that this place must just be in the North Korea of the paradise universe and that he’d be able to get away to a beach party if he got out of this place. Jack slowly drank the warm milk and wondered what was in this that made it taste so good as he softly drifted off into a deep sleep.
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 …