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  1. Am a baby girl.... originated as submissive. Have dabbled in the abdl a bit. Intrigued me.... like to combine the 2 Any strict twisted mommy's daddy's or both who'd like to take complete control of me? I must do to myself as ordered . As if ur hands are guiding mine to use me. Punish me. Humiliate degrade me.  Forcing me to be in diapers. Crawling. Eating living as an infant 
  2. Hello folks! I hope you enjoy this short story I whipped up today. Might not be everyone's cup of tea, but Mommy asked me to be sure to post a story today, and I had this one mulling about in my mind for a bit. Hope it's fun! Maggie’s heels clicked on the pavement as she made her way slowly towards the large, grey door. She blinked a few times, and fished a scrap of paper out of her blouse to triple check the address she had been given. After a few moments of back and forth between the scrap of paper and the door, she summoned up her courage and pressed the button on the side panel near where the knob would be. A still silence followed, as Maggie nervously looked around. This was not a great area of town, and her standing here in her light blue blouse, black pencil skirt, and heels not only made her feel a bit ridiculous, but also somewhat unsafe. She had first heard about the job through her friend, Abigail. She had finally mustered up the courage to ask her just where all her money came from, and what she was doing to get it. One discussion had lead to an incredibly seedy interview over the phone, and now she was hear for her on the job training. She still only had the vaguest idea what it was she was here to do, but the twisted feeling in her gut told her that it likely was not legal. The sudden, loud buzz of the intercom over the door made Maggie cry out in shock, and her voice lightly echoed throughout the alleyway as she turned to face the camera now stoically watching her. “Are you the new hire?” said a slightly monotone female voice. Maggie cleared her throat and stood up a bit straighter. “Um Yes ma’am. Margaret Owens. I...uh...I heard about this opportunity from my friend Abigail Wilson,” she said nervously. “I..um..I’m pretty sure she’s here today. If you wanna...you know...check...or...” Another, louder buzz quickly ended Maggie’s rambling. “You can enter. Your On-The-Job Trainer will be with you shortly. Please wait in the waiting area,” the woman said. Maggie pushed the now unlocked door open and was greeted with the sight of a long corridor leading to yet another door. This time, however, the door was a garish, bright pink instead of the mechanical grey she had just opened. She made her way down the hall slowly while trying to convey as much confidence as possible in front of the cameras still watching her every move. When she finally made her way to the pink door she saw the company name for the first time, The Norrisview Corrective Facility. She had googled the name a couple of times, but only ever found vague mentions of it on seedy forums she did not want to spend much time on. Abigail had told her though that no one actually calls it that. The name that the employees all had for it apparently was the Norrisview Nursery. Maggie felt her cheeks flush a bit. From what little she had gathered, she knew that this facility was, in some way, related to some kind of fetish activity. She still was not quite sure on the details, but Maggie knew that Norrisview apparently had a very wealthy clientele, and that their employees were ridiculously well compensated. It was that money that had tempted her most of all. She was three years out of college now, and with few job opportunities the debt she had incurred from student loans was slowly accumulating with no end in sight. When Abigail offered her a position within the company, she jumped at the opportunity. It had nothing to do with what she’d read on those forums… “OH EM GEE,” came a loud cry from her right. Maggie squealed in surprise as a tall woman appeared from no where and wrapped her in a tight embrace that quite literally lifted her off the floor. “It’s been so long since we’ve had a new employee! Welcome!” Maggie struggled for breath in the woman’s crushing embrace, thoughts of being mauled by the friendliest bear in the world came to mind as she struggled and wiggled. “Oh, oops. Sorry bout that,” the tall woman said as she released her grip and returned Maggie to the ground. “My name is Marie, and I’ll be your Job Trainer!” Maggie looked up at Marie, and once more took in the sheer size of her. She was a six-foot-two, blonde haired, blue-eyed Valkyrie with the widest, most mischievous smile she’d ever seen. What stood out most beside her height, however, was her uniform. It mostly consisted of a simple navy-blue, white collared dress that came down to a bit past the knees accompanied by a stark, bright white apron over the front. A name tag reading “Nanny Marie” was pinned onto the apron just below her collarbone. “H-hello, Miss Marie,” Maggie said. “My name is-” “Ah, ah, ah. None of that Miss crap from you. Just Marie, hon,” she said with a warm natured smile and a reassuring pat on the back. Maggie could not help but smile back as she nodded, despite Marie initially seeming rather intimidating, Maggie was happy to have someone who seemed rather easygoing. “Alrighty. Ready to get started?” Marie asked excitedly. “We gotta get you into uniform. That whole Office secretary look you have going on is kinda hot, but it’s not gonna fly here,” Maggie felt herself flush, but nodded and allowed Marie to lead her to a nearby changing room where she quickly adorned herself into her given uniform. It was a near exact copy of Marie’s own uniform, but colored a pale pink instead of the navy-blue that Marie wore. “Pink is for newbies. Let’s the other girls know you’re new and might need some assistance as you settle in,” Marie said in a matter-of-fact tone, “We’ll get you a name tag by the end of the week.” Once she was buttoned up and ready to go, Marie led her deeper into the facility. It was shockingly large, with multiple rooms, hallways, offices, and even a break area for her fellow nannies. Maggie blinked in confusion at the sheer scale of the operation. “Alright so. You’ve probably not been completely brought up to speed yet on what it is we do here at Norrisview, right?” Marie asked. “Ah...Not really. I know it’s um...k-kinda fetish related, right?” Maggie asked bashfully. A manic, excited glee shone in Marie’s eyes as she whirled on Maggie. “Yes and no. Yes our work is...parallel to certain fetishes, but we’re far from just being some kind of weird Dominatrix place or something if that’s what you’re thinking,” Marie said proudly. Maggie nodded without understanding at all. “So then what do you do?” “Now that is a bit harder to explain, and probably best understood once you meet my charge,” Marie said deviously. “That being said, we provide a service to certainly…extremely wealthy clientele within the city. Clientele who expect professional work for their particular proclivities.” “That tells me almost nothing,” Maggie said in a slightly annoyed tone. “I know! I’ve been working on the perfect vague sales-pitch to tell to people not in the know. Pretty good, right?” Marie said good naturedly. “Oh...and here we are,” Maggie looked up and saw that they were both standing before a large pink and white door that simply read “Becki’s Nursery” in light-blue font. Beside the door was a small dossier on a Charles Monroe, and Maggie took several moments to read it over. It was not much, just a brief history, age, and a photograph of the boy. He seemed to be a simple college-frat boy from what Maggie could tell. A thin, scruffy mid-twenties with cropped dark, brown hair. The same kind of guy who would likely be hitting on her at her favorite bar right now. “Now. First things first. Get ready for a shock to the system. I’ll explain everything as we go, but don’t freak out, alright? Gotta remain in control of the situation,” Marie said as she unlocked the door. Maggie was already nervous as she followed Marie into the dark room, and blinked several times as Marie unceremoniously flipped on the lights. To her credit, Maggie did not freak out. She was more confused than anything, because once illuminated she found that the room housed what appeared to be a fully stocked and lovingly detailed nursery. Everything was the peak femininity amplified by a thousand. The fleecy rug under their shoes was pink, the walls were white with pink trim, pink curtains hung over windows with fake, cartoonish depictions of pastures and fields, and the large crib and diaper changing table were adorned with lace and bits of frills. Maggie blinked at the crib and changing table. To put it simply, they were huge! The changing table also came adorned with various restraints and straps all sized to fit an adult. Realization dawned on Maggie as soon as the figure in the crib stirred. She was not able to contain her gasp as the figure sat up and she finally saw a good look at Marie’s charge. The figure was an adult woman who appeared to be tethered to the crib in some kind of harness, underneath the harness was the single most ridiculous dress that Maggie had ever seen in her life. It was, like much of the room, bright pink and adorned with layers upon layers of fluffy white petticoats that jettisoned out the skirt to a preposterous degree. The girl’s hair was long, blonde, and fastened into two braided pigtails that hanged loosely around her shoulders. Her hands were bound into oversized, fingerless mittens, and her mouth was occupied by what looked like an oversized pacifier that was held in place by large pink straps buckled behind her head. Maggie blinked and remembered to take a breath right as Marie walked forward as if everything was the most normal thing in the world. “Good morning, Becki. Did my little princess sleep well. Is she ready for wakies?” Marie asked as she began to lower the railings of the crib. For her part, Becki merely made muffled sounds around her gag and her face flushed like a tomato as she looked at Maggie whose own face was equally red. “Alright, missy. Up and at em. You know the rules,” Maggie said once the railing was down. Becki, still tethered to the crib, gingerly stepped her bootied feet onto the ground. She then promptly turned, bent over the crib, and Maggie gasped audibly for the second time. She had not noticed it at first, but now wondered how she could have missed it even through the jungle of lacey petticoats. Under Becki’s short dress was a positively monstrous diaper. It forcibly spread Becki’s legs wide apart by what seemed to be almost a foot of padding separating her knees from each other. Marie hummed softly as she squeeze the thick padding, and slid a finger into the leg guards. Maggie realized quickly that she was performing a diaper check. “Wet as usual. And quite a bit too! Becki really gets good use out of that extra bulk doesn’t she?” Marie asked jovially while patting Becki’s considerably padded rear. Becki, for her part, said nothing as Marie released her from the tethered and lead her by her hand over to the changing table. Maggie could not keep from smirking as she watched the ridiculously dressed, oversized toddler waddle carefully over to the changing table. Becki was taller than Maggie initially thought, and her shoulders were wider as well that most girls she knew. Despite that, however, she was unmistakably cute, and Maggie could not keep from admiring her as she waddled along. The bounce of her padded behind as she waddled was both oddly hypnotic, adorable, and hilarious as she climbed her way onto the changing table. “First things first are almost always a diaper change in the morning. When you get new charges you can sometimes expect them not to wake up wet in the mornings, but after a few weeks they’ll be regular little faucets,” Marie said cheerfully as she began strapping Becki into the restraints. “Don’t worry. You won’t have to handle any diapers today. Just observe and soak up information. You could learn from Becki here. She’s good at soaking, isn’t she?” “Mmmrpphh...” came Becki’s reply, which Marie promptly ignored. “So I...does she actually NEED diapers?” Maggie asked, feeling more than a bit lost. “Oh not yet. She probably will by the time her training is done, but Becki here has only been with us about four months now. She probably might be a terrible bedwetter, but likely still has some kind of continence if I had to guess,” Marie said plainly. Maggie nodded still not understanding. She had so many questions, but had no idea how to even begin asking them. She merely stood by Marie dumbly as she finished up restraining Becki and moved to open up the sodden diaper. This time, however, Maggie did not gasp. Her mouth hung open in abject shock, but no audible noise came from her throat. It was so preposterous to her senses that it simply did not make sense, and comprehending what she was saying was taking more than a little time to register. For once Marie had opened up Becki’s diaper, Maggie saw what could only unmistakably be a penis covered up with bits of baby powder, and a sealed in a strange pink plastic tube. Becki who, aside from her height, seemed to be, physically, a woman was in fact a man! Marie laughed loudly, and it was only then that Maggie realized she was gaping with her mouth opened and face burning. She struggled to regain her composure as Marie fought to regain hers. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry to laugh, but your reaction was absolutely priceless,” Marie said a bit breathlessly. “It’s been so long since we’ve had a new employee, and that initial reaction is always gold. If I was allowed to I’d film it and upload it to Youtube. Imagine that reaction video,” she said while rolling up the soaked diaper and tossing it into a nearby bin. “I...this...I don’t….w-what?” Maggie said intelligently. Marie smiled warmly as she wiped Becki’s nethers with a few baby wipes. “That’s right. Becki here was once Mister Charles Monroe. I think we can both agree her new name is much, much cuter. She’s one of eleven charges currently housed here in the facility.” “But I don’t understand. Why...why is he dressed like this? Why is he wearing diapers?” Maggie asked. “She...” Marie said with some emphasis. “Is here because our client has paid for her to be here and undergo our training. Little Becki here use to have quite the wild streak you see, and ran afoul of a certain very wealthy guest speaker at her college. After that little incident, she was selected for re-training and housed here at the facility as my charge. In about five more months, she’ll be released to her new owner: that same woman she already ran afoul of, and get to live the rest of her life quite literally pampered in the lap of luxury AKA her new mommy.” “So the rich clients...pay you to do this?” Maggie asked, still not understanding. Marie sighed as she slid a brand new diaper under Becki’s bottom and began liberally powdering. “It’s weird, yeah, but it’s not hard to understand. Rich ladies around town have a certain...shared kink so to speak. One of them started it a few years ago by turning her unruly husband into a what’s called a sissy,” Marie said cheerfully. “Other bored, socialites wanted sissies of their own, and so Norrsivew was founded to meet that demand. So rich clientele select the boy they want trained, we pick them up, train them, and then give them to their new owners. Simple as pie.” “T-that….that is extremely illegal, isn’t it?” Maggie asked incredulously. “Oh hilariously so,” Marie said without pause. “But money talks in this town. And you can get away with a lot when you pool resources. Besides, you may not think it, but most of the guys who come here are often much better off once they leave. I mean think about it...you get to live with the richest people in town. No rent, no responsibilities, and everything provided. Okay granted, they’re not quite free and it may or may not be tantamount to slavery...but I think it’s more like being a pet than being a slave really.” “I...don’t really think you made a good case,” Maggie said. Marie merely shrugged and pulled Becki’s new diaper between her legs and expertly fastened it. Becki, anticipating what to do next, lifted her rear off the table and allowed Marie to examine the fit. Once it was to her specifications she gave Becki a playful smack on the butt, and began to unfasten her. “Alrighty. Once your charge is freshly diapered you’re allowed to select outfits for the day. I think for now we’ll keep Becki dressed as is, but tomorrow I’ll show you how fun it can be to get her all dolled up. So once that’s done it’s feeding time,” Marie said happily as she went to a nearby fridge in the room and retrieved a large, baby bottle filled with a pale, white liquid. She quickly popped it into a nearby microwave on a counter and waited as it warmed up leaving poor Becki restrained on changing table. “So umm...I get that the restraints and stuff are prolly due to the fact that he-er...she isn’t really here by choice. By why the...uh...thing on her...you know?” Maggie asked bashfully. “Oh the chastity device?” Marie asked. “Company policy. All charges undergo mandatory chastity during their stay here at the facility. Oh don’t give that look. We’re not monsters. We administer weekly milkings to keep the sissies compliant and comfortable. Interestingly, you’re here on such a day. Becki here will receive her milking right after her feeding. I bet she’s excited,” Becki, for her part, did not in fact seem excited at all. Her face was flushed bright red once again and she gurgled muffled pleas into her pacifier gag that Maggie could simply not comprehend. Comprehension, in fact. was a thing that was currently bugging Maggie. She felt that she needed to run. That she needed to escape this madhouse and call the National Guard or Seal Team Six to raid this house of madness and set these imprisoned boys free, and yet she stayed and continued to listen. She was not sure what compelled her to stay, but that tightness in her stomach had changed to a fluttering kind of excited feeling that was almost tantamount to some incessant, internal itch, and the only way to scratch it was to keep going and keep learning. The ding of the microwave alerted the room that Becki’s bottle was ready. Marie retrieved it and shook it a few times as she approached the changing table. “Alright, Becki. Same procedure. I’ll unrestrain your arms and let you feed yourself. Absolutely no big girl talk though when the gag comes out. I have no problem getting the paddle and spanking you in front of Nanny Marie here. Do you understand me, Missy?” she asked. Becki for her part could only eagerly nod her head, and with a smile Marie set about removing the restraints on her arms. Next she unbuckled the gag and slowly released it from Becki’s mouth. Maggie felt that same rush in her stomach when she noticed that the pacifier nipple was quite large and very phallic in shape. Marie grinned at her when she saw Maggie’s reaction, but Maggie merely looked away ashamedly. The two conversed while Becki nosily sucked on her bottle, several times making a disgusted face. Apparently it wasn’t milk, but specially made formula that the sissies subsisted on, with actual solid foods being distributed it for dinner or good behavior. Maggie for her part, mostly listened and absorbed what she could. Thoughts of the paycheck had not even entered her mind for the past two hours, and instead some other kind of desire was fueling her need to stay and learn. “So how exactly does this milking thing work?” Maggie surprised herself by asking suddenly. Marie grinned again. “Excellent question, recruit. It looks like Becki is done with her bottle. So I can go ahead and demonstrate!” she said excitedly as she rushed over to the changing table. Becki made to vocalize something, but her mouth was quickly restuffed with the pacifier and refastened. Marie made quick work of unbinding Beck from the changing table, standing her up, but then quickly bending her over the table so that her amply padded butt was facing towards Maggie and the rest of the nursery. Her arms were quickly bound across from the table in new restraints, and Marie carefully forced her legs farther apart and restrained those to the legs of the changing table. Becki was nearly spread eagle, and was eagerly muffling around her pacifier. Marie merely petted her hair and went to the closet nearby to retrieve something. What she brought out almost reminded Maggie of those projectors on wheels that she use to see in high school. The device that rested on the wheeled station for all intents and purposes looked like a machine gun almost. All black, sleek and with a long protruding pole that jutted out where the barrel of a gun might be. When Becki heard the wheels creaking forward, she desperately began tugging and pulling on the restraints and whining pitifully into her gag. “I-is she alright?” Maggie asked. “Don’t worry. She’s just putting on a show cause someone new is here. This is one of Becki’s favorite treats, but she just can’t admit that in front of someone else,” Marie said as she positioned the device directly behind Becki and locked the wheels. “Would you open up that draw for me and retrieve the letter C?” Maggie nodded, unsure what that meant she wondered over to the draw that Marie had indicated, and once again, despite herself, gasped loudly when she saw what the drawer contained. Dildos. An assortment of dildos all arranged by letters according to their size from A to G. With trembling hands she took hold of the one marked C, a flesh-colored one of mostly average size and slowly brought it to Marie and the struggling sissy. “We work them up gradually on the sizes. Becki only started the C recently, but she’s taken to it like a real champ,” Marie said proudly as she affixed the dildo to the protruding rod. Soon enough it was ready, and Maggie needed little hint on how the device or milking procedure worked now. “There we go!” Marie said happily. “I like to call this little baby...The Borg.” A silence followed, only the clanking of Becki’s restraints and the crinkling of her monstrously thick diapers filled the room as Maggie stared at Marie with a confused expression. “Ya get it? Cause Resistance is Futile, You will be Ass-Stimulated,” Marie said with a wide, proud smile. Silence followed once more, save for Becki’s exasperated groan. “Oh nobody asked you,” Marie said as she tugged town Becki’s diaper, and began lubing up the dildo. Once the milking tool was well lubed to her specification, she then finally released Becki from her chastity. Becki, despite her struggling, did indeed become almost instantly erect, and Maggie blushed as Marie teased her. “Somebody is excited for playtime,” she said in a sing song kind of voice. “Alrighty. Let’s give Princess Becki her treat, and then we can go get some lunch ourselves,” Becki wriggled fitfully as she Marie pushed the machine forward, soon the lubed dildo was pressing right up against her back passage, and with some effort Marie began to work it slowly inside of her. “MMMMMPHHH...” came Becki’s groaned reply as the anal invader slowly worked it’s way inside of her. Soon the head of the dildo was all the way inside, and Marie handed a small remote to Maggie that she had retrieved from her apron. “Alrighty. All you gotta do is press that, and we’ll leave Becki to enjoy her weekly treat,” Marie said deviously as she watched Maggie and her expression with an excited, predatory gleam. For her part, Maggie’s hands trembled as she held the remote in her hand and admired the maroon button affixed on it’s front. Her eyes darted to Becki’s partially filled rump to the device in her hand, and that same feeling came rushing back stronger than ever. So strong that her knees quivered and her mouth felt dry. She licked her lips as she looked at the button, and swallowed a quick intake of breath. That feeling...she knew what it was now. She had not recognized it at first, because it was a feeling so alien to her. She was a simple college graduate. A mostly B student who graduated with a degree in economics and little job prospects. Her life was fine, but simple and dull. Before this opportunity, she had worked as a barista at a nearby coffee shop, and dated her on and off again nice, but boring boyfriend. She had never felt a rush like this, and now she knew what it was: Power. She smiled at Marie, and pressed the button forcefully which quickly activated the pistons in the machine as the dildo began slowly pumping in and out of Becki’s bottom all the way to the hilt, and then out with the head still inside her. Becki groaned loudly and gripped the changing table tightly as the machine did it’s slow but methodical work of pumping away inside of her. Each thrust brought a new grunt or groan from Becki’s gagged lips, and Maggie’s heart beat faster and faster each one. Marie, for her part, was smiling widely at Maggie and quickly laid down a pad of some kind under Becki as she began to drip slightly onto the floor from the stimulation. “We’ll let her enjoy that for about an hour or so. While you and me get lunch,” Marie said gently patting Becki’s tightened behind as the dildo continuously worked inside of her. “Maggie I think you’re going to fit in here just fine.” “Happy for the opportunity, Marie,” Maggie said before turning back to Becki. “Now you be a good girl, Becki and enjoy that til we get back. Okay, hon?” she said, shocked at her own words. Becki merely groaned in response as both Marie and Maggie giggled and left the sissy to enjoy her milking while they grabbed some lunch. Maggie’s mind was reeling with the possibilities of what this opportunity held for her, in more ways than one. But more than anything, she could only think of one thing: getting a charge of her own to look after, and what that might be like once she finally had a sissy of her own to train. Oh well, she had plenty of time to learn.
  3. Hello friends, this is a repost - I was going to fill in the old thread that still had some of the comments, but that was deleted completely recently. So here we go. I'll be posting 2-3 chapters per day to allow for discussion (it'll be new for some people). When the story is done, I'll share a brand new one! ----------------------------- "No, Aimee, for the millionth time, I won't diaper you. You're my roommate, not my baby. I'm sorry your job sucks, but do you really want to just throw away your adulthood?" Fiona was exasperated at her roommate's constant attempts to get her to Amazon-up and baby her. She kept finding Little goods catalogs casually left around the apartment, showing happy Amazon mommies cuddling their fully-grown adult Littles. They watched the news together, they both knew how bad it could be on other islands. Catalon, for example, didn't even see Littles as persons. They were second-class citizens at best, pets at worst. No Little there went undiapered. Here on Gaule things were drastically different. Gaule still had a thriving native Little population, most of them fully functioning adults."Fiona, c'mon.. we've known each other forever. You can't honestly say you haven't wanted to see me in a diaper, even one time?" Aimee blinked her long black eyelashes at her roommate. She had her blonde hair in ringlets and was wearing a pink t-shirt with Tinkerbell on it, Patron Saint of Diapered Littles, under her shortalls. She purposefully dressed in a way that made her cute and vulnerable. She had the blonde hair and blue eyes that most Amazons prized, but Fiona just wouldn't budge."I can honestly say I have never wanted to see you in a diaper, you silly Little. If you want to be adopted that badly, why don't you just go stand in the middle of a store and pee yourself?" Fiona folded her arms across her chest, covering up the TARDIS on her worn t-shirt. She leaned away slightly from her pushy roomie."Owie," Aimee frowned, "I don't want just anyone, Fi.. if I did that, who knows what would happen. I could end up in an orphanage or something, I don't want that. And my job sucks more than you can even imagine. And it's not like you need my help to pay the rent! You just got promoted AGAIN." Fiona would be the perfect mommy, Aimee just knew it. She knew that if she could just get her friend to buckle once, to see how wonderful it was to snuggle someone who needed you, everything would just fall into place. She stared up into her friend's green eyes, reaching up and flipping her tight brown ponytail. Fiona hated makeup and her long hair, she'd shave it off if she could, but she needed it in her climb to the top at work."I have zero interest in taking care of someone's diapers, and you're an adult. You're my friend. We play games and watch movies. And yes, I got promoted but that doesn't mean you can just give up on being an adult. How is your job that bad?""I'm a greeter, Fiona. A greeter. I greet people. I stand on top of a big platform in a cutesy costume and I welcome people into the store. For eight hours. Each day. I already wear diapers at the store, they're not a big deal. They're actually really comfy. I hate changing myself though, and I hate using our stupid giant toilet here." Fiona didn't mind all the Little-aid devices that were around the house that allowed Aimee to live a normal, adult life. The ladder on the toilet didn't seem like it would be that bad to her."Tough nuggets, Aims. I'm not changing your diapers, you aren't my Little. If you're so keen on being a baby, why haven't you put out an ad or gotten adopted by someone while you're on the job?""Oh yeah, I want someone I don't know, or someone who works at the same awful store as I do as my mommy. No. My badge says clearly that I'm licensed, nobody can claim me without my permission. I give you permission!" Aimee flung herself into Fiona's arms, knocking Fiona's controller out of her hands, clutching at her shirt and clinging to her."Ugh," Fiona pushed the Little back onto her own couch cushion, "For the last time, no. And it's your turn to cook tonight. Finish your move in the game and go start dinner while I take my turn.""It's not fair," Aimee whined, turning back to the TV and picking up her controller, "I thought all you Amazons had crazy hormones that made you want to baby cute Littles like me." Aimee put in her orders, instructing her civilization that all Littles should be diapered no matter what, which caused her international reputation to plummet. She ended up making choices like these in most of the games they played, Littles ended up diapered like it was the way things were supposed to be. Fiona thought her dear friend should probably visit a therapist to talk about it, but any time she pressed the issue, things went very badly."You're not as cute as you think," Fiona tickled her roommate as she delivered the joke, "And who would honestly want to wipe someone else's butt? I've never understood it.""You're supposed to want to, we're supposed to be irresistible. I know it's not me, I get asked to come home with a customer at least once a week," Aimee sighed, knowing not to push this too far, Fiona would get really upset if anyone implied she was abnormal, "I just wish you wanted me that way, Fi. You're really great." Fiona allowed Aimee to lay her blonde curls across her Amazon lap. Aimee finished her turn from this odd angle, it didn't matter that they watched each others' turns - they always had it set so they were in a permanent alliance. It was always the two of them against the world.With a dramatic sigh, Aimee put the controller down on the coffee table and trudged to the kitchen. Aimee was actually a really good cook, she had this knack for knowing exactly what spices and what proportions to use, she never used a cookbook or a recipe. Tonight was chicken enchiladas, one of Fiona's absolute favorite of Aimee's dishes. Fiona chose to dream of her wonderful, gooey, cheesy chicken delights rather than focusing on how Aimee was getting incredibly pushy again. She hadn't pushed this hard in a while, things must actually be pretty rough at her job. The last time she got in a big fight at work, before she changed jobs, Aimee had actually started having "accidents" in the apartment, but Fiona had made it clear that she was either to take care of her own diapers or find another place to live. They'd been friends forever, but she just wasn't going to deal with that. Aimee's bladder control returned miraculously shortly afterward.Aimee was right, they didn't need her money to pay for anything in the apartment. Fiona had just made VP at work and money was not an issue.. but she really, truthfully had no interest in owning a Little. She never had, no one in her family did. She had grown up very nearby a Little community and had been friends with many in her youth, the thought of treating her good friend like a baby was just weird. She didn't understand why anyone would want it at all. Littles were adults, they weren't as smart or as strong as an Amazon, but they grew up and learned things and had thoughts and feelings just like anyone. They could be productive members of society, they could fall in love. Not that Fiona understood a lot about love, either.She focused on her turn, using her civilization to make peace on behalf of their alliance. The President of her democratic government was a Little, and had to spend a lot of time explaining her backwards partner's anti-Little attitudes. Honestly, it made the game more challenging. Fiona hated it when they teamed up and the game was too easy, she may as well just play solitaire. But she got to build up her military to defend Aimee's borders and work out the diplomacy, while at the same time protecting her own Littles from the worldwide attitude shift that Aimee's civ caused.Dinner was wonderful as always, Aimee put Fiona's own culinary skills completely to shame. The spanish rice and black beans were perfect. Fiona took just a moment to wipe the footprints off the countertops, it was totally and completely worth it. As was the deal, Fiona took care of all of the dishes on Aimee's night to cook. She helped Aimee down from her Littles chair and took her cartoonish pony plate and rubber fork. Aimee bought those with her own money, she wasn't going to make her get rid of them. If Aimee really wanted to wear diapers and be a baby, that was fine.. as long as she did her share of the chores, kept cooking her wonderful meals, and took care of her own diapers. In fairness, Aimee's share of the chores was smaller. She had to go to extra effort to make meals large enough to satisfy Fiona's Amazonian hunger so Fiona took care of the majority of the chores in general, especially the ones that would require more strength than Aimee had. Fiona took care of most of the dishes and the garbage, Aimee did a lot of the cooking and always took care of her own laundry.As usual, the pair stayed up a little bit too late playing their game. Aimee fell asleep on the couch during a particularly difficult turn for Fiona, who carried her off to bed and tucked her in. Aimee had to struggle very hard not to smile as her giant friend carried her, cradled in her strong arms. She "fell asleep" like this quite often, she'd hate to tip off Fiona that it wasn't always real. Being carried was addictive though, Fiona was always so careful, so gentle. Before leaving the Little's bedroom with its tiny furniture, she shook her head as she picked up a fallen pacifier and dropped it on Aimee's desk. She slipped out quietly and closed the door, then closed the smaller, Little door as well with a soft click.Fiona was pretty sure that her Little friend's longing was just a "grass is always greener" situation, she wouldn't actually like life as a babified Little. And even though she had mentioned it, she would be heartbroken if an Amazon came and took her best friend away from her. Somehow she didn't think she'd be able to go have video game playdates as a visitor in a nursery. She sighed as she climbed into her own normal-sized bed, fully expecting to wake up to Aimee snuggled in her arms in the morning. The thought brought a smile. They were best friends, but Fiona really did love Aimee in a way. She wasn't exactly sure in what way, and she wouldn't ever call the feeling "love", but she knew it was there.Her thoughts turned to the stresses of her new position. She was rubbing elbows with a different class of people now, there was a big difference between being a Senior Director in the firm and a Vice-President. Tomorrow was the start of her second week in her new office on the 14th floor, and she was still finding her footing. She wasn't used to having a secretary or having to talk to people outside the firm as part of the job. It was a new skill set she was having to hone. She had the knowledge and the expertise from the internal-facing side, but she had to succeed in this external interfacing capacity if she were going to continue her climb. It had been a long, hard road but she hadn't reached the peak yet. And she wasn't going to give that dream up for anything. Fiona was on a path to make her mark on the whole world, not just to help bring products to the market that made Little lives easier in Gaule, she wanted to reach a position where she could help Native Littles everywhere. Chapter Two Aimee struggled down from the booster seat in the back seat of the car and let herself out. She crossed in front of Fiona's car and waved to her friend to let her know she was okay. Aimee still had to go put on her uniform, it was in the breakroom with her work diapers. Fiona waved back, her hair coiffed perfectly and her dark blue suit immaculate. A gold bracelet glinted on Fiona's wrist as she waved, and then she was gone. Off to live the life of someone with power, while Aimee struggled into her diaper and her hated costume to stand and wave at people who barely paid her any mind. She wished that Fiona would change her mind, even if it was just for a week, and let her be the baby. Stay home, watch TV, snuggle... it sounded amazing. The ultimate vacation, free from all cares and worries, she wouldn't have to do anything at all..."Hey mascot," the voice snapped her back to reality. Kurt. "Need help getting into your diapers?""Kurt, that sounds suspiciously like sexual harassment to me, do I need to go talk with Helen again?" Aimee whirled on him, hands on her hips. Kurt was a jerk, he was only a couple of feet taller than her. He was one of those In-Betweeners who made themselves feel better by being mean to Littles, he was the personification of the idiom 'Shit rolls downhill'. His greasy brown mop hung down into his eyes and his face was broken out in blemishes, he just didn't seem to care enough to take care of himself. He wore the standard uniform, black slacks with a brown collared shirt. He leered at her as he responded."Offering to help a Little into a diaper isn't sexual harassment any more than offering to help a fish flopping on the ground back into the water. You know where you belong, baby girl. Like all Littles, you're just waiting for the right Amazon to scoop you up and whisk you off to a life of bottles and diapers. Everyone knows you like your work uniform.""Go fuck yourself, Kurt," the Little stormed off toward the employee ready area, Kurt couldn't see the tears in her eyes as she left. What hurt the most was that he was right, though. If Fiona offered to sweep her away to a life of cribs and bottles, she'd take it with glee. It was her favorite fantasy. But Kurt made her feel like she was betraying Littles everywhere just by having these feelings.Being Little in an Amazon's world sucks, why shouldn't I want to be cared for and loved? Work sucks, having to struggle to climb everything sucks, finding transportation sucks. Why is it so wrong to want Fiona to just pick me up and carry me? If diapers go with that, fine by me - they're cute and comfy anyway. She was consumed by her thoughts as she locked the door of the employee ready room and stripped. I should probably go to the bathroom first, she thought - she almost always did that first, but Kurt threw her routine off. She laid down and powdered herself as best she could, pulling the medical-looking plain white diaper up between her legs and fastening the tapes. She'd be standing up on the greeting platform for the next eight hours with only a few breaks and the bathroom was on the other side of the store. She had learned quickly that if she spent her break time using the bathroom... she never got a break.Aimee toddled out of the ready room in her neck-to-toe teddy bear costume, the round ear headband atop her blonde curls. The original costume had a head, but they found the customers responded much better to Aimee's bouncing locks, so the manager modified it. They'd actually done an empirical study and discovered that Aimee provided a not insignificant boost in sales when she was the greeter... but they didn't tell her that, of course."Hey Aimee," Helen's voice came from behind Aimee as she toddled toward the front of the store, "Need a lift?""Sure, I'd like that," Aimee agreed, raising her arms. She liked being carried in general, especially when she was having trouble getting around like she did in the bear costume. Helen was a true giantess, too - she was easily a foot taller than the average Amazon, so Aimee felt delightfully small in her arms. Helen scooped her up and smiled down at her as she walked toward the front of the store. "Are you okay? You look a little upset.""You mean I look like an upset Little," Aimee joked, "Kurt was just being a jerk, saying stuff about how Littles belong in diapers, his usual stuff. It just got to me today.""I can talk to him if you'd like," Helen offered, smiling down at Aimee. She had thought about offering to adopt Aimee before, but she had never worked up the courage. Aimee already had to deal with wearing diapers as part of her job, she probably hated the idea of being babied, or so Helen thought. She carried Aimee in one arm and ran her fingers through her short-cut blonde hair. She had brown eyes to Aimee's blue, but they were similar enough in complexion that you could believe for a moment that Aimee was really Helen's relative. "He's got to stop picking on you, it's unprofessional.""Thanks, Helen.. but no," Aimee declined as Helen placed her on the platform above the carts at the front of the store, "I'll handle it. I'll try not to let him get me down. Thanks for looking out for me.""Any time, Aimee. You're a good friend to me," Helen smiled warmly at the Little dressed as a teddy bear, but Aimee didn't pick up on the sad longing that hid just behind that smile."You're a great friend too, Helen," she waved as her giant friend walked away. She turned toward the people walking into the store and shouted, "Welcome to Sir Bearington's! Be sure to check out our special on Little ladders! They're beary great!"* * *Fiona pulled the sedan into her designated parking spot, close to the building. Of all the small perks that came with the new title, the reserved spot was one she enjoyed quite a lot. Her car looked a bit out of place, a simple Honda sandwiched in between a pair of BMWs. She didn't have much practice at being one of the "fancy people", but this was part of the game you had to play if you wanted enough power to make a real difference. She'd have to upgrade her car soon, after another month or two in her new job. Fiona hated buying things on credit, she had an old-fashioned philosophy of wanting pay for things outright and not be beholden to anyone.She smoothed a wrinkle from her skirt as she slid out of the car, grabbing her briefcase from the passenger seat. She sighed at the cheeseburger wrappers Aims had left in the back seat, she'd have to get her Little roommate to clean those up, she couldn't afford the hit to her image at work. They'd just have to excuse her for now, the booster seat would provide all the explanation she needed for the moment. The elevator ride to the 14th floor was pleasant, if a little lonely.. as Senior Director she mingled with her product team a lot, now that she was VP she was a little isolated up there with the executives, but this still felt like the right move."Good morning, Miss Marr," Carol's voice floated across the office as soon as Fiona stepped out of the elevator. This was the hardest thing for her get used to, having a dedicated assistant. She and several other Directors had shared an office assistant before, so it wasn't the fact that her only job was to help out.. it was just that Carol's only duty at all was to help Fiona. Carol was a little bit older than Fiona, but not by much. Today she was wearing a classic red blouse with a lovely gold necklace that matched her gold hoops, her earlobes exposed by her high braided honey brown hair. She was an earth tone and her makeup was perfect with just a touch of eye shadow ad the faintest gloss on her lips. Carol was an expert at wearing just enough makeup to look like she wasn't wearing any at all."Good morning, Carol. But please, call me Fiona," Fiona reminded her gently. She'd been with the company for a long time, almost as long as I had, but always as an executive assistant."Right, sorry Miss M... Fiona," Carol was very good at her job, but old habits die hard, "Your 11 AM called, Mr. Whitmore, he can't come to the office for the meeting today but he said he'd be happy to meet with you at the club."The club, Fiona cursed in her head. She didn't have a membership yet, but she knew she'd need one eventually. Osmium was an fairly exclusive club that many of the movers-and-shakers she'd need to interface with belonged to. A lot of business was done there, and getting on the membership roll was on Fiona's to do list. It was looking like that one would get crossed off sooner rather than later."Please confirm with Mr. Whitmore, I'll be happy to meet him at Osmium," she smiled to Carol as she strode into her office, but she wasn't exactly happy. "Please move my 1 o'clock to allow for travel time." Carol chirped a confirmation, the one PM was an internal briefing, it could wait. Getting Mr. Whitmore's agency to approve the new designs for the Little Pilot seat her team was working on for testing by actual Littles. The design was revolutionary, it used a low-latency neural interface that when installed and configured would allow a Little to drive a full sized car with no further modifications. Littles could technically drive currently, but not all roads had a Little lane, and it was still very dangerous for them, most Littles relied on ride-shares which had their own risks, or public transportation. This would give Littles worldwide more freedom than they had had... well, possibly ever. Lawrence Whitmore was the head of the LPSA, the Littles Product Safety Administration, and Fiona needed his agency to sign off on the testing before they could go any further. It wouldn't be easy due to the social ramifications of the new product, and getting to Mr. Whitmore himself was the fastest strategy.Fiona sat down at her desk and started with the emails that had piled up overnight. She knew the morning would fly by in no time and she'd have to be on her way to the club, she'd need time to do the membership application.. there was no time to waste.* * *Greeting felt like such a waste of time. She just said the same thing over and over - it could be done by a robot, why did they want an actual Little in a bear costume shouting at customers?"Oh my, the cute mascot is working again today," she heard a passing Amazon remark. "I like her much better than the one with the bear mask, she's so adorable! Did you see her ringlets.. " the conversation faded as they walked away, but Aimee felt good. She liked knowing that people thought she was cute. Of course, most of the Little customers didn't seem to approve of her getup, neither the ones who walked in of their own will nor the ones riding in the front of a cart, sucking on a pacifier. She watched jealously as an Amazon mommy pushed a Little girl into the store, the girl had very similar ringlets to Aimee's own. If only that were Fiona and me, she daydreamed for a moment, a dream of Fiona pushing her in a cart like that.. leaning forward and squeezing her diaper and remarking how she would need to be changed soon.."Gaule to Aimee," Kurt's voice shattered her daydream into a million pieces, "Helen's been calling you on the intercom, dummy. Walk your bear butt to her office and then take your break.""Ugh," she groaned, "Thanks Kurt," she said grudgingly as he helped her down off the platform."Sure thing, squirt. Hey, sorry I was rough on you this morning. I.. had a bad night," he walked off before she could respond, but any kind of apology was nice. Aimee wondered if Helen had said something to him. Waddling to the manager's office in a wet diaper and a bear costume took forever, she wondered if she'd have any break time at all when this was done."Great job representing us Littles," a Little man in a t-shirt and jeans said snidely as she passed, "I can smell your piss from here." Aimee blushed and hurried on, she knew she should have gone before putting the costume on, she was wetter than usual for this time of day and the medical grade diapers the company provided weren't the best, it was barely 11 AM - there was still a lot of time left in the workday. By the time she made it to Helen's office, she was fighting tears, feeling betrayed by her own desires. Yes, she was wearing the diaper for the job... but she'd gladly let Fiona diaper her for real, all she had to do was ask. It felt like her fellow Littles could see that hidden desire, and they hated her for her traitorous feelings.She pushed open the Little-sized door cut out in the larger door to the manager's office and closed it quietly behind her."Helen? I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you calling me over the intercom, I was shouting at people to buy ladders," Aimee walked into the office looking for her giant boss, faking a smile, "What's up?""Aimee," Helen smiled from the enormous desk. She got up from her seat and crouched down to be "on the level", as they said. "I have great news! You're Employee of the Month! We've gotten so many compliments on your greeting that they're giving you a $100 gift card to the store as thanks. And I get to give it to you," Helen beamed a genuine smile at Aimee as she handed over the card in a gold holder. "Great job, Aimee. Your picture will be up in the entrance this month. Congratulations!""Wow," Aimee stammered a bit, genuinely surprised, "Thanks Helen, I had no idea I was even being considered!""Take an extra ten minutes on your break and keep up the good work, Aimee." Helen was genuinely proud of the Little, and it took everything she had not to scoop her up and give her a big hug. The smile on the girl's face lit up Helen's entire world. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to sweep up this cute thing and snuggle her, to feed her and protect her and never let anything make her sad ever again. She had really laid into Kurt this morning, she watched him like a hawk for a screw-up and nailed him to the wall for it. Something about Aimee brought out every Amazon instinct in Helen.. and it took incredible willpower to keep that in check, especially because she already knew that this wonderful Little was already diapered, and probably wet too.Aimee felt light as a feather as she headed back to the ready room to stash her giftcard and change her diaper, when she felt a hand on her shoulder."Oh, what a cute Little, where's your mommy?" the woman asked, bending over Aimee in a way that was intended to intimidate her. Her accent said clearly that she wasn't from around here, "Your diapee smells so wet, Little one. Let's get you to your mommy so you can be changed.""Back off, lady," Aimee said grumpily, holding up her employee badge, "It says clearly that I'm licensed. I'm on my way to change right now, thank you very much.""Oh," the woman practically hissed as she stormed away, "You shouldn't send false signals, brat. This island is so backwards, it's ridiculous.""Have a nice day," Aimee called after her in her most pleasant tone, but more quietly added, "I hope you trip and break a bone." She was grateful for her license, it kept her from being scooped up by just anyone... there was only one woman she wanted as her mommy. And she doesn't want me, Aimee thought bitterly to herself as she reached the ready room, ...yet, she finished the thought with a smile. Chapter Three Fiona's car was sorely out of place in the sea of Audis, BMWs, and Lexuses as she parked in the guest lot of Osmium. The grounds were enormous and the clubhouse was austere and intimidating. On her way up the stairs to the entrance, she passed a man in a power suit with a red tie talking on his phone as a Little in a poofy princess dress ran to keep up with him, the lead to her reins held in his left hand. She shook her head, feeling badly for the poor Little. This was the kind of thing she was out to fix."Good morning, ma'am," she was greeted warmly by a man in a black turtleneck behind a counter. He was balding on top, his hair shaved short to hide it, "Can I help you?""Yes, I'm a bit early for my meeting with Mr. Whitmore. I don't suppose you could help me with a membership application?" I smiled warmly to him as I strode over to the counter."Of course, madam," the man smiled pleasantly, but didn't move an inch, "I just need to know the name of your sponsor and the name, gender, and age range of your Little." The sponsor she had expected, she already worked it out with her boss that she would use his name.. the part about the Little was a surprise."Dean Jackstone is my sponsor," she smiled, handing him a card with perfect confidence."Mr. Jackstone, really! Oh he is a fine member, quite well-liked," he took the card, his demeanor warming, they went through the initial paperwork and were just about done when he asked, "And your Little?""I don't have a Little currently," Fiona stated this quite matter-of-factly."I'm afraid all members must have a Little, Miss Marr. It's part of the club bylaws. I'll be happy to let you in today for your meeting with Mr. Whitmore, but just for today. Only members are allowed is Osmium, and they expect all members to support our care facility for Littles. Adopt yourself a Little and we'll finish your application. I'm sure you could have one today in your position." He sounded a little jealous.Ugh, I don't even want a Little, what am I going to do about this membership? Fiona wondered to herself as she entered the club proper. The entire right wall of the club was glass, looking down into a giant plastic jungle. Dozens of Littles ran and played in there, obvious diapers on display. Fiona shook her head, this is what she was trying to fight, not trying to encourage. The man from the desk led her deeper into the club, she was in what looked like a large restaurant, waiters bustled about, various bigwigs were dining or drinking. Littles were obviously meant to be seen and not heard in this part of the club, the few that were in the dining area had auto-feeder pacifier-bottles strapped to their faces for their meals, or were otherwise silenced by breasts or restraining pacifiers. All conversation was done in hushed tones, silence was apparently golden.The balding man led her to a back corner, what looked like private booths.. each booth had its own curtain. She was asked to wait while he peeked into a curtain, she only waited a moment, he returned and motioned for her to enter the right side of the curtained booth. Lawrence Whitmore, a very large, very wide man sat across from her. He had tiny, round glasses perched on his nose.. they had to be for show, it was very rare that someone who needed vision correction had a condition that couldn't be solved with an easy surgery. He had a pencil-thin black mustache and a dusting of gray hair on top of his head. The position of his bushy white eyebrows indicated that he was in a serious mood at the moment."Miss Marr," he greeted me. His booth was lavish, the seats were a soft leather and there was plenty of room between the seat and the table. There was a Little in the corner, strapped into a booster seat with his elbows secured to the table, his hands forced to hold a bottle that he sucked from, his eyes closed. He was dressed in shortalls with a blue shirt underneath.. why in the world would Aimee want that? "You've got quite an interesting project that you're working on. Do you really think Littles can be trusted to drive?" He looked pointedly at his captive Little."The majority of Gaule's Littles are perfectly capable, Mr. Whitmore. They have jobs, they pay taxes, and they are perfectly capable adults. It's true that there are some Littles who shouldn't be driving," I smile at his Little, hating myself just a bit, "but I doubt any Amazon is going to allow their diapered Little to get a license, unless you intend for Little... ""Rusty," Lawrence smiled, with what looked like genuine love."Little Rusty here to chauffeur you?" Fiona finished with a smirk, hating herself just a bit more. The mental image caused the large businessman to laugh heartily, and Rusty blushed deeply, looking very much like he wished the world would swallow him whole. "We both know that Littles are big business, both in diapers and in the workforce. And giving them this mobility will increase their employability and thus their spending. I know I'll be making some strategic investments when this product is ready for market... " she finished with a sly smile.A waiter came and took their order - Fiona hadn't really intended to eat here, but Lawrence insisted. Fiona kept herself to a simple club sandwich and chips, Lawrence had quite a large steak with all the trimmings. She stayed and ate lunch with him and they talked stocks and sports while he spoonfed his Little some of what looked like yogurt. Rusty still hadn't spoken a word. This meeting was running much longer than she had intended, Fiona was very glad she had already asked Carol to move her 1 PM."You've definitely piqued my interest," Lawrence turned back to Fiona's original topic after the meal was concluded. "Unfortunately, I'm out of time for today. Would you be willing to meet me here again on Thursday? I want to review your plans personally, have you explain them, and if I'm satisfied I will personally promote your Little Pilot to the department.""That is exactly what I was hoping to hear, Mr. Whitmore," I smiled, "It was a pleasure to meet you, Rusty." His Little blushed and hid his face in his still-secured hands, which caused Lawrence to laugh. Fiona slid out of the booth with her briefcase and made her way for the exit, pondering the best way to secure her membership...* * *It was like Amazons were all members of the same club, they all seemed to have the same jokes. Aimee had just heard the, "Oh she'd look cuter in a crib," joke for the hundredth time today, but nothing was going to get her down. She was Employee of the Month and it felt great. All the cooing and fawning over her, the not even whispered questions about whether or not she was diapered under the costume only reinforced the fact that she was desirable goods to Aimee. Fiona should be begging to change her diaper! She was so cute, she was the Little every Amazon wanted, it just didn't make sense. They had been best friends forever, why didn't Fiona want to take things to the next level? Aimee shook the thoughts away, focusing on the crowd."Good afternoon sir," she greeted a Little as he walked in, "Welcome to Sir Bearington's!""Thanks," he said gruffly, grabbing a cart and heading inside."Hello pretty lady," she smiled and batted her eyes at an incoming Amazon, she didn't have a Little but seemed like the type who wanted one. She wore a simple blue dress and sandals, and had a lovely blue leather purse that matched her outfit. "Welcome to Sir Bearington's!""Oh my goodness, aren't you the cutest thing?" the Amazon cooed up at her on her platform. "Does your mommy work here, sweetie?"Normally this sort of thing annoyed Aimee a bit, but she was feeling so good today. Knowing that Helen and the company appreciated her work made all the difference in the world and she was feeling really good about greeting people. The whole day just felt brighter after the lunch break, which she spent a good chunk of the time staring at the gold envelope. She wasn't even sure what she wanted to buy with it."No pretty lady," she smiled, wishing she could curl a finger through her hair.. but all she had was a bear paw, "I don't have a mommy, I'm licensed.""Oh, such a shame. A cute little thing like you shouldn't have to work, although you're doing a wonderful job!"I know, right? Aimee agreed silently. I shouldn't have to work, I'm cute! "Thank you ma'am," Aimee smiled, "I like my job though and my Amazon bestie would be disappointed in me if I gave it up." The first half of the sentence would have been a lie just this morning, but Aimee was feeling really good about the job today, it was silly what a big difference a gesture of thanks had on the attitude."Well, not everyone can have the right opinion on what a cute thing like you should be doing with her time, I suppose," the lady smiled, "If you were my Little, I'd never let you go.""Aww, that's nice," Aimee smiled, knowing full well that the nicest gesture from the nicest Amazon could just be a trap. Once a Little was adopted, there was no way out. You only wanted to enter that kind of relationship if you knew you wanted it to be forever... like it should be with Fiona. Wonderful Fiona, Aimee fawned, who would never hurt me or make me do anything unfun. This lady seemed nice, but for all Aimee knew, she was a total sadist with a fully decked out punishment nursery waiting. Some Littles liked that, after all... Aimee, not so much."Would you like to go to dinner with me sometime, cutie?" The Amazon flashed an amazingly white smile.. it was dazzling."I uh.. " Aimee was sorely tempted, dating an Amazon while licensed was mostly safe, as long as she didn't get full-on kidnapped. This lady didn't seem like the predatory type..."Aimee," Helen's voice came from behind her, "I need your help with something. Are you available?" Helen had been watching this whole scene unfold and a cold fear gripped her heart. She couldn't bear to see Aimee get abducted, sometimes the nicest-seeming Amazons were the craziest ones. This particular lady looked like the type who wouldn't give Helen the time of day, so she was immediately distrustful. Amazon women tended not to like Helen, or so she felt, because she was so big and tall. She didn't have many friends in school and she was often ostracized as awkward. This lady seemed like the sort that would have picked on her back then. For all her trepidation regarding females, Amazon males were even worse. It was extremely rare that she could find one as tall as she was, and no one seemed to want to date someone taller than them. It severely limited Helen's fashion choices, and she was quite jealous of the lady's chunky-heeled sandals. Adding even a few inches to Helen's already above average height was awful, but she wanted to wear cute shoes too."I gotta go, sorry," Aimee excused herself and climbed down from the platform. Helen desperately wanted to scoop up Aimee and hold her close, but she had to show the lady that Aimee was a strong and independent Little, even helping her down from the platform would only encourage her to pursue. The woman lingered as Aimee toddled over to Helen. "What's up, boss?" she asked cheerfully.Helen gestured for Aimee to follow and walked slowly away from the woman, trying to think up some excuse for why she needed Aimee. She hadn't at all, but the thought of Aimee going out with that... temptress sent her into a complete panic."I um," Helen hesitated, "It's stupid, but I can't get my computer to respond." The lie was plausible, Aimee wasn't a tech wizard or anything, but she knew her way around. Helen was no dummy either, but she could claim the problem was real and had fixed itself, "I was hoping you could poke at it. I have to get a report done today.""Sure thing, boss!" Aimee beamed, toddling along next to Helen at what was a painfully slow pace for her. Aimee was overjoyed at being asked to help, today was positively fantastic. The journey to the manager's office was a long one, and neither of them noticed the lady from the entrance casually following them, looking at merchandise here and there. She only gave up once the door to the manager's office was closed."Okay," Aimee said brightly, climbing up with a considerable degree of difficulty into Helen's chair. "Let's see what we can see." She tapped the screen and the keyboard and the computer sprung to life. Aimee did a couple of standard gestures and the computer responded correctly. "You say it was frozen?""Of course it's working now," Helen smiled nervously, a tell that she was lying - one she wasn't even aware she did, "Sorry for wasting your time, Aimee. Computers always seem to do this to me, they work fine as soon as I ask for help.""I hate that," Aimee commiserated, "Well, I guess I should get back to greeting people.""Actually," Helen said a little too quickly, "I was wondering if you could do some sorting for me. It'll probably take you the rest of the day, you'll be in the back so you can switch to your street clothes." Helen was really worried about that lady, she could be lurking around, just waiting for Aimee to return to the front and Helen to walk away. "Do you mind?""Of course not, I'm happy to help you however I can," Aimee hadn't really thought much about Helen, other than as the often-hated authority figure at work, but she felt really valued today and Helen was a big part of that. She wanted to make Helen happy, and it would be nice to get out of the uniform for a while. "I'll head to the ready room and go change, and meet you back here?""Well," Helen started and hesitated, "Would you mind if I carried you?" She was terrified that she was pushing her luck, most Littles would be incredibly offended at the question. "Just to save some time, err.. not that you're slow or anything, I just walk quite fast for an Amazon.""Sure! I don't mind, having short legs sucks," Aimee turned the chair and lifted her arms up, ready to be carried... and Helen felt weak in the knees. She shouldn't fantasize about an employee, but she really wanted this. She felt her cheeks grow warm as she picked Aimee up and placed her on one hip. Helen had never walked faster in her life, it was a speed-walk, it was almost a run. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt like she might faint. "Wow," Aimee remarked, "You really are fast! It must have been torture for you walking from the front, I'm sorry.""Oh, no.. it's no big deal," Helen stammered a bit. She would need to calm herself down actively while Aimee changed. "I don't mind, it's relaxing to walk at a slower pace. My sister says I need to slow down anyway."Helen leaned against the wall with a hand against her chest, steadying her breathing as Aimee went and changed. She hoped no one else was watching.
  4. Chapter One I sat at the bar, quietly surveying the crowd. It was a good crowd for a Saturday, I just had to find the right girl. This was the perfect part of town to find my type. Smart, willful, playful, with a high pressure job. Those were the ones who needed to let go the most. The past couple of weeks of hunting had been frustrating. Things with Lauren hadn't gone the way I planned. I really thought she was going to be the one, she ticked all the right boxes and she was a joy to be around. She had balked at the last minute, though.. and she dumped me. I don't know which was worse, that or how things had gone with Kailee. Kailee had gone too willingly, it was too easy to move her along... there was no challenge, no thrill. Kailee had been disappointing. I had gotten what I thought I wanted, but I had to cut her out of my life after I had it. It hadn't been easy to admit, but she hadn't been right for me. I needed more from my partner. I scanned the girls.. too loose, too messy, too cold. I would know her when I found her, I knew my type. She would look oh-so-serious with some very adult and mature fashion, but there would be a tell. Lauren's had been a peek of Hello Kitty panties. The ones under the most pressure to succeed were always the ones who wanted someone else to take over. Life was too hard for them, they needed to be "on" all the time at work, had to do a better job than the boys, had to be perfect. That was just part of life in Silicon Valley. By the time I came along, they were so happy to hand over control. Finally, she caught my eye. A boho girl, that style was getting popular. Multiple bracelets, dangly earrings, earth tone makeup, chunky sandals.. she had a good figure, you could tell she worked out. She had a smile that lit up her eyes, someone had just told her a funny joke. Ah, but the tell. The tell was her purse. She couldn't help it, she needed something cute.. her purse was shaped like a squirrel - she had what was essentially a stuffed animal on her at all times. This is how I knew she wanted the loss of control I needed to give. I had to have her. The latest K.Flay blared overhead, conversation was impossible.. so I'd have to do this with a look. I leaned back, my hair brushing the bartop and I watched her. Humans could feel when someone was watching them with intent, this wouldn't take long. Her eyes found mine, and I smiled. I had a million smiles, every one practiced carefully. This smile said, "I like your style, and I'm pretty sure you like mine." She looked down into her drink and blushed. That was all the invitation I needed. If I had read her wrong, she would have reacted with fear or hostility, not with embarrassment. She wanted to be noticed. I waited for her to glance up again and I tilted my head. This smile said, "I'm nice and I'd like to talk to you." You could say so much with just a look if you knew how. I turned slowly as she moved closer, drawn by my wordless communication. I signaled the barkeep. I order a Guinness for myself and an Apple Bomb for her. We'd see if my read was spot on or not. When she slides up next to me, I don't make eye contact. I just turn slightly so she can see the smile on the corner of my mouth. "You looked thirsty," I measured my voice.. it was hard to do under the dirty bass of K.Flay, but I was practiced. My voice was low, resonant, but playful. I turned slowly to face her as the barkeep set down our drinks. With a fluid motion, I picked up the Guinness and took a draw, but didn't touch hers. "Ever tried an Apple Bomb?" My guess was that she hadn't, it wasn't a very popular drink even though it was from this area. But big girls who were hiding little girls inside... they liked it. "No, I haven't... thanks. I'm Dani," she slid up next to me and took the untouched drink and sipped it. "Wow, this is really good. Thanks again." "Vanessa," I smiled, turning toward her fully and sweeping a strand of hair back from my face, tucking it behind my ear. I tapped my own dangling earring on the way down, causing it to glint at Dani. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dani." I had to play this part carefully. Too strong and she'd bolt, too weak and she'd ignore the hook. "It's so good to just relax with some music, away from the pressures of the office." Nailed it. Her right hand tensed as I said it, she had some stress getting to her. "Ugh, it really is," she said, letting her weight rest more fully on the barstool. "What do you do?" "I'm a consultant. Systems analysis," I smiled warmly - this smile said, 'I have a tough job, too'. My job was to find the weak points in an organization, and destroy them. And I was very good at what I did, reading people is what made me so good. "What about you?" "Herding cats," Dani grimaced. "Project management then," my smile projecting 'I feel your pain', "I've been there." "How did you know?" she laughed lightly, musically, the blue light of the bar dancing across her green eyes. Oh, how I wanted her. "Lucky guess," I finished the Guinness and paid the tab. The hook was set, I couldn't linger. "I've got to go, it was really nice meeting you, Dani. I thought I was up to this, but I'm still busted up about my girlfriend dumping me. Maybe I'll see you around?" Her eyes flashed a twinge of disappointment. Perfect. "Yeah.. it was nice to meet you, Vanessa. Thanks for introducing me to this drink, I like it." "I'm glad - have a great night." I stepped through the front door of the bar, pausing to look back at her. She was watching me go. I gave her a smile that said, "I really wish I didn't have to go now." She gave the smallest wave in return. I exited into the crowd of Castro Street, the heart of downtown Mountain View.. but I didn't go far. No, I had just ruined Dani's night. She wouldn't be staying much longer. She would suddenly want to go home... if I was right. It took her about ninety seconds longer than I expected. She slipped out the front door alone and started walking north. I flowed through the crowd, following her. It was a warm night, but not too hot. The bars were full and the people were happy, it was a good night. Dani went straight for her car. Silver Prius, so typical. I leaned on the corner, obscured by a tree. "Naughty girl," I said quietly to no one, "You shouldn't drive after having that drink. I'll punish you for that later." I committed her license plate to memory and watched as she drove off. North, then west. I adjusted my purse on my shoulder and started walking home myself. I had some research to do. * * * I spent two days studying Danielle Peters, learning her habits, her path, her preferences. Every tidbit I learned only solidified the feeling that I had to have her. Her credit card statements laid everything bare to me. Dani was a reader, a painter, a jogger. She went to the same coffee shop in Sunnyvale every day and ordered the same thing - iced chai, the only thing on the menu at her coffee shop that came to the amount that went on her card daily. She had no pets, and according to her social media profile, her last relationship ended roughly. Her name was Elaine, another high-powered type.. they probably drove each other crazy. Too similar. I knew where Dani worked, what gym she went to, what gas station she filled her car at, what grocery store she frequented.. credit cards were beautiful things for an interested party like me. I just happened to be at her favorite coffee shop at exactly the same time she visited normally the next day, laying in wait.. sipping a mocha. Dani didn't want someone too similar. Normally on a bright day like this, I'd wear a wide-brimmed hat and a pair of sunglasses.. but I needed Dani to notice me and recognize me, so I suffered through. I thumbed through a magazine, Us Weekly, something Dani wouldn't be interested in. She had no time for gossip. I had positioned myself so she'd see me just as she came out with her chai. "Vanessa?" her voice was light, unsure. I looked up and smiled at her 'Oh, I'm so surprised but so very happy to see you here!' "Dani! Wow, um hey - I'm sorry I disappeared on you the other night. You seemed really nice... I just... " I trailed off, an invitation for her to step in. "It's okay," she said as she stepped closer. I gestured to the chair across from me, inviting her to join me. "I'm really glad I ran into you... that drink was amazing." She covered. She was interested, she took the bait. Now I just needed to coax her in. "I had a feeling you'd like it, you just seemed like an apple sort of girl.. sweet," she blushed.. I was coming on a little too strong, I had to play it just a bit shier. "I.. I was kicking myself all night that I didn't ask for your number. You seemed so nice.. just this energy about you.. " I looked down, feigning embarrassment, "It's stupid." I pushed my chair back and started to stand. She reached across the table and placed her hand on mine. She was trembling ever so slightly.. the hair on her arm was raised. "No, Vanessa.. I was wishing the same thing," the last word rang flat. A lie. She hadn't been thinking the same thing, but she wanted me to think she had been that interested.. she was ready to take a risk. Blushing on command wasn't easy, but I did it nonetheless. "I uh, here.. " I fished a business card out of my purse and scribbled one of my cell numbers on it. I slid it across the table to her, I had to appear reluctant to touch her back. The weakness would draw her in. "Would you.. like to get dinner sometime? I know this Chinese dumpling place that I haven't been to in a while.. " I knew she liked the place, she'd left a positive Yelp review for it, she hadn't been there in eight months. "That sounds really nice.. how about Friday?" "I.. that sounds great," I looked her in the eyes now and my smile read 'I really, really like you but I'm afraid you don't like me the same way'. "I'll text you the place and we can meet there?" "How about I pick you up?" Shit. I misread that one, I couldn't be the passenger in her car, it would tip the power dynamic too far in her favor. I was playing too timid. My mind spun for a moment on how to salvage this. "Actually, I get carsick if I'm not driving. How about I pick you up instead?" "I would like that a lot," her smile read 'I think I'm falling for you already, I need to know more about you'. I needed to feed her a tidbit. "I'm really glad you didn't think I was coming on too strong at the club. I really like that song and you looked so beautiful under the lights. Your eyes light up when you laugh.. I knew I had to learn more about you." "I'm an open book," she was actually completely open. She was making herself vulnerable, faster than I expected. I hoped this wouldn't turn out to be another Kailee. "What would you like to know?" "What's your favorite movie?" I asked - it was a test. If she was a Kailee, she'd tell me something cutesy. I'd break it off right there and resume the hunt anew this weekend, I'd done it often enough. No amount of wanting her was worth making the wrong pick again. If she had a shell for me to crack through... she'd say something serious. "It's stupid because nobody likes it, but Stranger Than Fiction - you know, that Will Ferrel movie that wasn't really a comedy?" A drama about a writer. Funny, but not silly. A good answer. "Oh, I like that one. His antics usually bother me, but he was really good in that one." "Exactly! What about you?" I went similar to her with the last response, I had to give her something mysterious, something to draw her in here. "You'll laugh," I said sourly. "I won't laugh, I promise." "Amadeus." "The one about Mozart? Okay, I didn't expect that one. Why?" "Tortured artists," I smiled. Just then my phone alarm went off. Two minutes earlier in the conversation than I planned. I had set it up to use a ringtone as the alarm, so it would look like I was getting a call. I slipped my phone out of my purse and held it under the table. "I'm sorry, Dani.. I've got to go. It's work, you know how it is. Text me your number and address.. I'll pick you up on Friday." "Sounds great. I'm glad I ran into you, Vanessa." "I'm glad you did too," I agreed, "Hello?" I greeted my telephone alarm, silencing it, grabbed my mocha with a little wave to Dani, and walked off.
  5. This is a repost of a story of mine that went away with the boardwipe. Good thing too, since it had some errors or odd moving passages in it that i since have been able to fix: At the time i was also struck by a writer's block, i hope i can finally update this story a bit quicker than last time. I have a general outline in my head, though much still has to crystallize. Note: This story contains no regression and nearly no adult baby stuff. It's diaper lover only, with a generous sprinkling of bondage and other bdsm themes in it (these will get more prevalent as the story goes on), so read at your own peril!. I always felt there was a bit of a drought in DL stories on the forum: A lot of them are about regression in some form or another. Personally that's just not my thing, so i decided to do something about it with a story of my own It might also be somewhat slow moving, but i want to make its progression feel as natural as possible. I feel like i already made a few huge jumps in the development though. Feedback is always appreciated! Chapter 1 As Sara sat in the rather dark, square room she obviously felt uncomfortable. She was sat at a small, rectangular table, on a plain, metal chair. A bright light shone from above, from a recessed lamp in the ceiling, giving an unnaturally artificial flair to the otherwise featureless room. An empty chair was across from the table, behind that, a closed door. Despite appearances, this wasn’t a police station and she wasn’t about to get interrogated. In fact, she’s here for a job. Sara pondered about the road she’s taken to get here, sitting in a dim room in an office building of a company she doesn’t know anything about, despite having been interviewed quite a few times already. The terms were too good to pass on though, especially for someone in her situation and in this day and age. Just 15 years ago, the country was quite different. Heck, the world was. Simple things like public healthcare just got implemented, the minimum wage was still there and social security for those who didn’t get it, and voting still mattered. At least, it felt like it did. It didn’t take long for the situation to change, when big lobbies started openly controlling elections and politics and big corporations acted like a huge ball of slime - Rolling over and swallowing smaller corporations, even people, into their big, fat, bodies. People didn’t care. They were distracted with reality shows, and populistic displays of the show politics from the time kept people busy with irrelevant issues, blinding them to what was actually happening. Heck, they still don’t care, as long as they can have their fun. And fun, oh well, fun can be bought and sold, so no one has a problem with that. It’s a win-win! Sara was always a bit absent-minded, even to the point where to some she might seem careless, or carefree at times. She chose to go to university, taking out the obvious necessary loan. However, realizing it too late, she chose the wrong major (‘becoming a doctor’ is so much easier to say than to do) and ended up with a university career she couldn’t finish as well as a whopping $200,000 debt. So, when she dropped out, she was in a slightly panicky mood, as you can imagine. She scoured the job boards, not finding much for a university drop-out. The low-paying jobs she could find and take basically left her on life support, as that loan still needed to be repaid. Living off scraps while the interest went higher than what she was able to pay back was not exactly the situation to be in. Along came a spider. A job listing, actually. Modelling! No experience needed, $5000 a month, $10,000 signing bonus, 12 months with an option for extension. How could she not at least try out for it? Some company called Bound Inc. She never heard of it, but it sounded legit enough. Fortune 500, apparently, which is no small feat considering the competition nowadays. She was led through the recruitment process. Their main office is plain white from the outside, with black accents around the corners and windows. It looks like a modernists’ wet dream, almost literally, as the walls and floors were glossed to a fault, the lights running around the edges and corners of the entire ceiling, which was matte black otherwise. It gave a strange, flattened feeling to the interior. Her first contact was a blonde woman, all dressed in tight, black clothes. The company must have a rather lax attitude to it’s dress code, she thought. She did seem rather strict, but extremely professional and still friendly. A few more rounds of interviews followed, though most seemed pretty inane, they seemed to have less to do with the job and more like she was visiting her family, asking her about what was going on in her life. So, now, in this dim room, oddly contrasting to the rest of the building’s interior, she was awaiting the final interview. Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched from behind a cliché, a two-way mirror of course. Smoke hangs in the dark side-room, as one of the men was smoking. He looked at the girl beyond the mirror, a frown on his face: “Ted, her breasts are too small. She doesn’t have any modelling experience whatsoever either. That’s two strikes.” The man was looking over some pictures, showing off more of Sara’s body than is visible at the moment. She’s athletic with relatively wide hips, but a very well shaped body otherwise, though her breasts never got past the ‘barely A-cup’ stage. As the daughter of a caucasian father and asian mother, her face and skin show traits of both, full, tout lips and a short but cute nose under big eyes, half-long black hair draped over her shoulders in the pictures, but in a ponytail at the moment. Dark, deep blue eyes and raven black hair can easily get you lost in her face. “Sir, we’re not just looking for a model. We’ve had 1200 applications and of those, only she has passed all the tests. Even this one she’s passing with flying colors, look at how calm she remains. Besides, the breasts we can fix.” The smoking man puts the cigarette out and simply observes the girl, which seems calm, looking around as if trying to entertain herself with something as she waits: “Are you sure she’s got potential?” “Her tests were all very positive. She can deal with the pressure and she looks like she picks up things quickly. Besides, she’s not going on to a catwalk any time soon!” The second man, Ted, chuckles at his comment, the smoking man grinning in agreement: “Seems that we don’t have much choice otherwise. None of the active approaches were successful?” “No. Most were already engaged otherwise, the ones who weren’t were not interested in this project. Understandable probably, given the requirements. Unless you want to wait for another 6 months for a slim chance of getting even an equivalent candidate, she’s our best bet.” The smoking man puts his elbows on his chair’s armrests and his fingertips together. He stairs at the girl for a few moments and gives a solitary, but strong nod to Ted: “Get her prepped. Suzie will supervise her introduction period. I want her ready in 3 weeks, we need this stuff out before the holiday quarter starts.” Ted gets up, tidies his suit and walks towards the door: “D? E?” “C is enough. She needs to appeal to a broader audience than our other models.” Ted nods, and continues on to the other room, where Sara is currently fidgeting. He sits down, calmly, and puts forth a small document: “Miss Keys, i’m here to offer you a contract. Please read it carefully, initial all pages and write your signature on the last page, on the mark, if you agree to all the terms. Feel free to ask me any questions you like.” A wide, warm smile forms on Sara’s face. She can’t believe it, she’s been accepted! Her financial troubles are over, her family will finally get off her case again for being a failure in their eyes. She’ll be famous! “Really? I thought you wanted to send me home after you let me wait here for almost an hour… I mean, thank you for giving me this opportunity sir!” She bends down over the document, reading it. Though, after the first section, confirming the pay and duration, she seems to be skimming it. Ted almost looks like he wants to say something, but refrains himself, instead a smile forming on his face. Not menacing, not awkward, but strangely self-satisfactory. As Sara pens down her signature on the final page she almost slams down the pen: “When do i start?” Ted collects the document, his smile still present on his face: “You just did. Collect your things, you’re expected back at the office in 3 hours. Your introduction period starts tonight.” Sara jumps up and extends her hand in an almost child-like way: “Thank you sir! You won’t regret this.” Ted chuckles as Sara tries to correct herself: “I mean, i’ll do my best!” Ted smiles and nods at Sara: “You’ll fit right in ma’am. When you return, report to the medical station, they will be briefed on your arrival. “ Sara nods strongly, not questioning why she would have to start there of all places. She hasn’t had a checkup for a long time, and she might need one anyway… Chapter 2 Her own place wasn’t actually very far from the company’s office. Just about 20 minutes by public transport. Very public transport. Fashion has moved quickly over the past 15 years and fads spread like wildfire due to this generation’s access to the internet. A lot of the older people - If by over 30 you mean old - still stick to the standard of jeans and shirt, with a plain jacket to cover it up. However, other materials have become increasingly popular, though they have mostly stayed within the realm of one piece of clothing at a time. Luckily, one might say. However, it’s one of those things Bound Inc. has apparently been using quite expertly to grow the business, and grow it fast. Stepping into the bus, Sara was greeted by quite a few teenagers, not much younger than herself, wearing PVC jackets and boots. Some of the girls were wearing a sarong to go along with it, some of the boys a kilt. High schools were becoming an ever more popular battleground for such fads and trends. At 21 she was only just out of that phase, though her parents raised her in such a way that she still preferred old-school, plain clothing. A quick ride and quite a bit of money later she arrived at her apartment building, at the edge of the city center. Not dilapidated, but close, it had that dirty, brown look to it’s exterior, old fashion dumpsters in an alley to the side and a small set of stairs towards the front door. It’s that kind of building you’d see in those movies from ages ago, but if you haven’t seen one in the wild, you’d expect to be walking on to a set. Nothing could be further from the truth, as the walls were crumbling, the stairs were creaking and the neighbours were loud. Sara sighed as she crawled up the steep, dark wooden stairs up to the third floor, towards her front door. No one in sight, so far. Seems like most of the residents don’t come out much, though she preferred it like that. Her apartment was a mess. Clothes everywhere, a laptop lazily sitting in a corner, on top of a desk buried in so much paperwork of all sizes and colors it almost looks like someone was blowing leaves. The entire space was tiny, with a kitchenette right in the living room, a small bedroom to the side and a bathroom tucked into a corner. She threw her backpack in the corner and slumped down on the bed, face first: “I guess this means i can finally start looking for a nicer place…”, she told no one in particular. A sudden knock on the door prevented her from nodding off. “Miss Keys? Are you home yet?” A light, male voice sounded out through the door. Unthreatening, friendly. Very creepy if you’ve lived here for any amount of time. Sara hopped up: “Coming!” She opened up the door, leaving it on the chain and peering through the crack: “Yeah? What do you want?” “Bound Inc, ma’am. We could have driven you home, but you left rather quickly. We’re here to help you pack.” Sara spotted two more men behind the first. While they stood like security personnel, hands folded in front, black, casual suits, they didn’t seem very threatening: “I… Really? Pack?” “Yes ma’am. We will wait if you’re not ready yet, but you’re expected at HQ tonight. You’ll be staying there for the next 8 days, in the meantime we will be preparing your new accomodations.” Sara gulped. This job was getting better by the second. “New… “ She opened the door and waved the men in, they gave her a friendly nod as they passed: “Yes ma’am. We take care of our own, as you will see. We will retreat to a nearby cafe for the time being if you wish to remain, we still have a few hours.” Sara simply stood there, looking around. She wondered whether she would be missing this place. She then wondered why she would, just as another fight between the married couple next door broke out. The men in the room looked surprised, though one of them can’t supress a chuckle and the others a facepalm as the conversation apparently revolved around sex dolls. Yes, the walls are that thin. She then took a deep breath, and looked out the window: “Let me get a few things then, and you can get started. I don’t need to stay here if i don’t have to, thank god.” The men nodded, the front man responding: “Good. Brian, Jason, get the boxes. Miss Keys, do you also want the furniture moved, or just the contents?” Sara looked around as she packed up her laptop and some clean clothes haphazardly, apparently in a hurry: “Ehm… Take the bedstand, and…. The desk. The rest belongs to the landlord, so leave those er…. “ She gave a funny look at the front man before he responded: “My apologies, my name is Conan. The others i’ve unwittingly introduced, of course.” The other two waved, responding with a short “Hi!” as they just returned with load of boxes, ready to get started. Sara couldn’t help but chuckle: “Were you named after…..” “Yes, vice president O’Brien. My mother was a fan, back in the day. This is the only time i’ll speak of this, so let’s get cracking, shall we?” Brian and Jason couldn’t help but laugh at their comrade: “Oh shut up you two, you have work to do!” “Miss Keys, do you want a lift to HQ?” Sara nodded: “Of course! All ready. Off to new adventures!” She pointed towards the door, striding towards it in big steps, prompting yet another chuckle from the men as Conan followed her out: “Well then.” Stepping out again, hopefully for the last time Sara thought, a nice, silver Mercedes was waiting for them, in front of a larger, silver van which Brian and and Jason seemed to be using. Obviously a big step up from the crowded bus just an hour ago. Not a limousine, but she knew better than to be picky at this very early stage of her new career, she thought to herself. Conan opened the back door: “Step in ma’am, we’ll be at the office in 15 minutes. I’ve been told Doctor Lennis is already available for your physical and prep work, so she’ll be waiting.” “Is getting a physical normal for all employees? Seems pretty thorough”, Sara asked. “Of course. We want our models in top physical condition for the job they are to perform, this is routine for all first-timers. “ Conan closed the door and got in the front of the car, starting it up and heading off towards the main office building. His driving style was fast, but not reckless, betraying where one of his hobbies may lie. Sara piped up again: “So you had one too?” “Of course. Everyone does.” Sara leaned back, staying quiet for the rest of the drive. Conan took a glance at her via his mirror every so often, a quiet smile on his face as he drove on. After a short amount of time they reached their destination. Sara jumped out before Conan reached the door, following her inside: “Medical station is to the left, up the stairs and straight on until the end of the hallway. You’ll find it!” “Thanks!” Sara skipped along with her backpack quite excited for her new job, though she slowed her pace somewhat as she realized it would be christened with a trip to the doctor. She stopped and sighed before opening the door to his office. Or her. Assumptions! Doctor Lennis was not an old fart, but a rather fetching young woman - Or so it seemed. The doctor smiled, as did everyone here apparently, warmly, welcoming her: “You must be Sara!” The doctor got up and moved her hand towards Sara, shaking it firmly: “Welcome. Let’s waste no time! We have to get you ready for your introduction period. Please follow me!” “Hi i’m…. Well, you know already! And alright, let’s get this done with.” Sara followed the doctor, Leslie as it turned out, lead her into another hallway, and into an examination room. Oddly, it had a hospital bed in it, though she didn’t pay this much mind. “Sara, i’ll have to get thorough, if you don’t mind. Could you please take off your clothes? Leave all your things on the chair here, and sit on the bed.” Sara gulped and hesitated for a moment: “All of them? I mean… Isn’t this just a checkup?” “Of course it is, but a thorough one.” She chuckled to herself. “After that we’ll start the introduction process straight away as well.” “Well…. Alright then.” Sara stripped, though slightly uncomfortable now. A small price to pay for such an awesome job, she thought. She put her clothes on the chair - Jeans, plain black t-shirt and plain white underwear. Not original, but it did the job. She sat down on the bed, arms in front of her chest, as Leslie approached her with a glass of water: “Drink this, and lie down on your back. We’ll handle everything else from here.” Sara nodded, and took a few large gulps, before lying down and making herself comfortable while the doc was fetching some supplies from the cabinet in the room: “Was that so you can track what’s inside me or something?” Suddenly, she felt incredibly drowsy, as the doc replied: “No, an anesthetic of course. We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us!” Sara opened her mouth to speak, though she was quickly slipping into unconsciousness. With a confused look on her face she saw two nurses enter the room, in green outfits and surgical masks, the doc donning one as well now. She felt a wave of fear rush through her, not knowing exactly what was happening, though it subsided quickly as she drifted off into a deep, uneventful sleep. Chapter 3 The sounds of chirping birds and a light breeze were enough to rouse Sara from her slumber. The sun shone through the window, illuminating what at first glance seemed to be a stark, white room. She could only see the walls and ceiling, both of which were matte painted, but a cursory glance to her right revealed the same shiny floors as before - Still white. The garden soundtrack didn’t seem to be artificial. A quick look outside showed greenery, though she couldn’t make out much more than that before noticing the apparatus next to her, some wires emanating from it and going to her chest and one to her arm… A drip, as it turned out. She raised her head lightly, still as groggy as an Irishman after St. Patrick’s day, and noticed that she had to raise it a bit further to look down her body. The mounds on her chest seemed… Bigger. She slowly moved the covers down, gulping as she did, the little voice in the back of her head screaming about what the hell is going on, though outwardly she remained calm… Mostly. As her consciousness returned to a more productive state, blinking a few times, she processed the sight. Bandages, around what seemed to be bigger breasts than she had before. She blinked a few times, not knowing what to think, let alone do, but as the seconds rolled by, the first thought that entered into her mind was “Well… Those are actually quite nice…” She froze for a moment at letting herself think that, letting her head and the covers drop back down, still exhausted. Closing her eyes she listened to the soothing soundtrack for a few moments, alone with her thoughts, surprised at how calm she is despite the situation. She can’t seem to actually form coherent sentences for the most part, thinking more in feelings, impressions…. Speaking of feelings, one of them seemed to be forming between her legs. An urge, a familiar one. An urge which was retreating… It took a few seconds before it dawned on her, but when she realized what was happening, she slowly raised the covers again and raised her head. The grogginess was disappearing fast, letting her get away with slightly quicker and more vigorous movements - Despite the wires going to her chest, the apparatus stayed quiet, though she could only imagine what was showing on the monitor. Propping herself up on her elbow, she kept raising the cover, until a rather thick and shiny white undergarment was revealed. Again, she stared, the realization coming to her in a shiver down her spine, which conveniently and seamlessly transitioned into another short round or ‘urges’ between her legs. She was so consumed by the sight, another change almost slipped past her - How could she not have noticed? The covers didn’t feel smooth, her skin did! It seems someone put a lot of care into shaving her quite thoroughly, there was no hair in sight on her entire body. Falling back down again, even though it was just a short distance, she groaned and closed her eyes. The cover was now half-off, leaving her torso and crotch exposed as she moved her arms to her face, covering it. Whatever prevented her from going insane at this very moment, she thanked it silently, but still tried to slowly breathe to process this new information. Someone…. They, the company, have done this to her. The skin and breasts seemed to be intentional, but for some reason she didn’t resent those changes at all. Surprising, yes, unwelcome? Probably not? Maybe? Even so, if they were unwanted they were so because she didn’t consent to them. Did she? A gust of wind entered the room during that thought. Even her mind fell silent as she realized that she might have… Has she been so blinded by her desperation to get out of a hopeless situation? She didn’t read the entire contract. Was this the reason for the physical and mental tests she went through? What exactly had she agreed to? She shook her head, taking her hands off her now motionless, expressionless face. She wiggled her toes, moved her legs slightly, just making sure that they were still working - Or there in the first place. Why she thought that last bit…. No clue…. She looked up again, raising the covers to make sure everything else was still alright. The sight of a hairless body, from her neck to her toes, greeted her, making her wonder whether the same was done underneath her undergarment…. Those thoughts were interrupted as the doctor entered the room. She carried a wide, warm smile on her face, confidently strutting forward. Sara didn’t seem to be scared anymore - That was reserved for a short moment before her unconsciousness - Though she was certainly surprised. Not at the doc showing up, but what she was wearing! An incredibly tight, mostly white and shiny minidress with deep cleavage showing and most of her legs and arms. A red cross adorned her left pec, the sight being accompanied by an odd, barely audible squeaking. Latex, not PVC, she realized. Oddly enough, the ensemble was completed with plain, flat footed steppers. The doctor realized Sara was now starting at those and chuckled: “One must compromise somewhere my dear. How are you feeling? You’ve been out for 4 days.” Sara looked up again, pulling the covers back over her quickly when a blush formed on her face. She wanted to ask questions - A lot of them - but couldn’t seem to get the words out of her mouth. Doc Lennis sat down next to her: “Take your time. You’ve only just woken up, it’s natural to still feel a bit confused.” Sara mirrored that sentiment to a tee as she looked at the Doc, finally gathering herself: “What did you do? Why am i here?” Those two questions seemed to throw the Doc for a loop. She looked at her chart and back to Sara: “Amnesia shouldn’t happen…. No allergies…” She looked back up at Sara: “You remember your name?” Sara frowned: “I know who i am. I know that you drugged me, and that i ended up here. What did you do?” Doc raised an eyebrow: “You signed up as our new model did you not? The standard modification clause in your contract allows us to make small alterations to your body to help you perform that task as best as you can.” She started frowning: “This was explained to you, right?” At this point, Sara facepalmed so hard her blush was drowned out by the red spot on her forehead. She slumped forward, putting her head in her hands, only now remembering what she read about modern fashion models: “How could i just gloss over that….” Doc sighed, and returned to her smile: “Don’t worry, the operations were relatively minor and all of them were completed 100 percent successfully. There will be no side-effects whatsoever.” Sara looked up again and raised an eyebrow, removing the covers and pointing to her crotch: “Then what is this!?” The doctor was barely able to hold back a chuckle: “That’s not a side-effect my dear Sara. You’re our new adult diaper model and tester.” Sara’s skin got paler than usual. Something told her she should have looked up what the company actually does and makes before she took this job… Blinded by the pay and a way out of her debts she seems to have gotten herself into another mess. Doc continued: “The modifications done there are purely to facilitate your role at the company. While they make you fully incontinent, we can control the degree of it up to a certain level, depending on what you’re testing and the needs of the media shoots.” Sara just looked at herself, poking at the undergarment, which responded with a soft crinkling sound: “Fully… Incontinent?” “Well yes. Otherwise the testing and shoot conditions can’t be properly simulated and we do not settle for anything less than the best. Trying to emulate them won’t give the proper results.” Sara looked back at Doc, flabbergasted more than anything else. Doc continued again: “I think i know why you were singled out from over 1200 people who wanted this job. You’ll do great!” Sara forced a wry smile, turning back to her crotch: “Yeah…. I guess…” Doc chuckled again, got up and blatantly grabbed Sara’s left breast. The girl jumped in bed and looked at Doc with an expression of utter shock: “Just checking my dear. The bandages can come off soon.” She didn’t know what to think, other than that the shock wasn’t caused by Doc grabbing her, but the fact that the sensitivity of that area was apparently enhanced somewhat. Maybe just an after effect, she thought, of the surgery. Doc walked out again: “You’ll be out of bed by this evening. Rest up a bit. Suzie will be coming over later today to pick you up!” As Doc walked out the door, closing it behind her, Sara looked dumbfounded, absentmindedly pulling the covers back over her otherwise naked body: “Who the hell is Suzie?” Chapter 4 Alone with her thoughts, Sara looked at the ceiling, contemplating the terms of her new job, cursing herself for yet another spectacularly thoughtless life decision. A cursory glance at the chair in the corner next to her revealed that her clothes and bag were still there. Wide awake and nothing to do, she raised the covers and slowly sat up, letting her legs fall off the edge of the bed. Her feet didn’t quite reach the floor, which felt unnerving, though she chalked it up to simply being used to what mostly amounts to a very low stretcher back home. She chuckled at herself, having thought of that dump as home. She wouldn’t be going back there anytime soon. The thought startled her though - Did she just casually imply to herself that she’ll be keeping this job for the foreseeable future? No matter, she needed a distraction. Hopefully the battery of the laptop wasn’t drained, as the only power sockets were used by the machine next to her. The soft crinkle of the diaper provided a different distraction, not a very pleasant one at that, reminding her of her… Carelessness, you might say, in signing up for this. Looking down past the still bandaged breasts, she poked the garment, the white between her legs obviously being a lot darker than above her crotch. Yet, uncomfortable was one adjective not applicable to this situation. The room was pleasantly warm, despite the open window and her lack of clothing otherwise. The way the fabric of the bed moves against her skin feels smoother than she ever thought possible, not even shaving could get this kind of result. And the diaper? Odd, but, not uncomfortable. The opposite, actually. Snapping herself out of it, she slowly got up, silently thanking whatever deity might be listening that her extended nap didn’t cause her legs to fail straight away. Wiggling her toes and grabbing a hold of the stand holding her IV bag she walked a few steps to the chair with a bit of a waddle in her walk. She couldn’t help but focus on the crinkle, the sound being a constant reminder of her situation. Strangely enough, she was fascinated far more by it than worried. She quickly grabbed her laptop out of the bag and returned to the bed, hoping to distract herself for at least a little while. Carefully lying herself down on the bed she pulled the covers back up and opened the lid, only to be greeted with an empty battery: “Well, shit.” Her cursing was interrupted by the door opening, accompanied by someone walking through it. Despite everything she went through today (in her own sense of time at least), this surprised her still - A fully naked woman stepped in the room, white-but-almost-asian looking, with just above shoulder length, black, messy hair and the largest pair of breasts she’s ever seen. In person, anyway. Even stranger, the only piece of clothing she wore, if you could even call it that, was a slim, metal, intricately decorated collar around her neck. “You can close your mouth, it’s not required to stare at me!” The woman giggled, shaking Sara out of her stupor. She blushed and pulled the covers up just a bit more: “Doc will be here soon to take the bandages off, and all those other wires coming from you. We’ll get you dressed and to your new home! Which is to say, our home. Roommates!” Sara looked a bit confused: “Ehm… Allright. Nice to meet you too, i’m Sara.” She held out her hand as the woman replied: “Almost forgot! I’m Suzie, Suzie Miller. Try to avoid the phrase ‘It’s Miller time!’ and we’ll be best friends!” Suzie shaked Sara’s hand, the latter still trying to determine what kind of person she’s talking to. “Before you asked, and if you’re wondering, i’m wearing my company uniform. Everyone gets one, and this is mine! Obviously i don’t go outside like this.” She winked: “Often.” Before Sara could respond, Doc Lennis popped inside again: “Hey Suzie! Long time no see.” “Hey Doc! Still rocking the flatties?” “Hey, work is work. I’m not doing the ballet heels again when i’m trying to deal with patients.” She turned to Sara: “Now then, let’s get you changed, and out of those bandages.” Sara blushed strongly when realizing what she was talking about. Doc already held a clean diaper in her hands as she, rather roughly, pulled the covers back after letting Sara put the laptop on the stand next to her. “You’ve obviously only had liquid sustenance for the last few days, but after you start eating normally again tonight, try and make sure you eat at specific times every day. If you do that you can get away by voiding yourself with an enema, and may not have to use your diaper for that if you want to avoid it.” Sara responded: “I…. Wait, voiding, you mean…” “Yes, pooping, shitting, whatever you want to call it. You are fully incontinent, remember? That bit you can still control up to a certain point though, by making sure you eat at regular times, and healthy enough.” Sara looked a bit glum, once again blushing deeply: “This job just keeps getting better….” Suzie raised an eyebrow: “It’s not like you didn’t know about this? It was in your….” Sara’s rather offbeat and confused expression gave another clue to Suzie: “You didn’t read your contract thoroughly, did you?” Sara nodded: “Skimmed it….” Suzie chuckled, her large breasts bouncing as she did so: “Well, if the company didn’t think you could deal with it you wouldn’t be here anyway, and if you really skimmed your contract…. I’m kind of impressed you’re not panicking right now, but i guess that’s another reason for why you were chosen.” Lennis responded: “I could have been a bit more... accommodating at the checkup i suppose.” Suzie rolled her eyes: “Again Lexa? Keep that kind of stuff at home next time please….” Lexa sighed and nodded, Sara looking just a bit annoyed as she responded to Suzie’s question: “I might still be, but i’m bad at showing it. Look, i admit, i really, really needed the money and i may have skimmed a few parts of the contract. At least give me some time to get used to…. This.” She finished, pointing at both her chest and crotch. Suzie gave Sara an incredulous look, but sighed and smiled. Lexa piped up: “First things first indeed. Raise your hips dear, you’re soaking wet and we need to get you changed. I’ll trust you can do that yourself after today.” Sara closed her eyes, her blush taking on the color of an early morning sun, along with the glow it seemed. She raised her hips, Doc quickly exchanging the full diaper with a clean one, taping it up snugly: “Now, lets get those bandages off. That healing gel is amazing, normally you’d be in here for another week.” Sara let herself down again and to her surprise, a satisfied feeling washed over her. The dry diaper felt good, very good even. Catching herself with these thoughts she shaked them off and looked at her chest as she sat up and let Doc go to work: “I guess i missed the breast thing too?” Doc kept a neutral expression on her face as she concentrated on the bandages, removing them quickly and efficiently: “You did. Modifications can be made to help you perform your job better. That’s the reason for the hair removal as well. Serves the dual purpose of looking better on camera and letting you put the necessary clothing on more easily.” Sara chuckled to herself: “At least i’m not a nude model.” Doc and Suzie looked at each other and laughed, Suzie responding: “You’re right about that, actually! Lucky you.” She winked at Sara, who only responded with a look to her side and yet another blush. Doc finished removing the bandages and smiled, touching the now uncovered breasts gently, looking underneath: “No scars. Excellent. They look completely natural. What do you think Suzie?” Suzie only held up two thumbs up, straight forward: “Excellent! And very cute.” Sara finally allowed herself to touch the new additions to her chest as well: “Would it be mean to say that i’m very happy to see they’re not as big as yours, er... “ “Suzie.” “...Suzie? I mean, don’t you have back problems or something with that…. Rack?” “You’re kidding. They’re only F-cups! Besides, you get used to it very quickly. Now get up and get dressed, we’ll be getting some dinner and then head out to my place.” Sara sat on the bed, looking down at herself, then at Lexa, before looking back at Suzie. Lexa seemed to understand, and carefully removed the IV as well as the monitor stickers on her chest: “The clothes you brought with you are still in your bag, on the chair. I’ll leave you in the capable hands of Suzie here now, so have fun!” Sara nodded, still a bit bewildered by it all, and waved at Lexa as she left the room. “I’ll wait outside. Don’t make me wait too long! We’ve got a few things to go over tonight to get you settled in.” With that, Suzie left the room as well, leaving Sara to herself. She got up, having to walk around the bed to reach the chair. Her balance already seemed to be completely restored, courtesy of the drip perhaps? The one thing she was still having trouble with was the strange feeling over her skin, especially between her legs, as well as the distinct crinkling sound she made with every movement she made which in some way influenced her hips. Looking down at herself again she recognized her body, but it felt alien somehow now. Her skin almost glistened, as smooth as it was, and it was impossible to look down without her significantly increased breast size making itself rather obvious. She gathered herself and unpacked her bag, a large backpack, onto the bed. She threw on a black t-shirt, which was significantly tighter now - Possibly for the best, as she had no bra to put on. The rather deep neckline was enhanced greatly, for obvious reasons, despite this being the loosest shirt she had. She considered throwing the underwear she brought with her in the bin right away, but decided against it. Pants were next. With no idea what she would expect she grabbed a few pairs of jeans at random, but in some incredible stroke of luck, she managed to grab the only skintight jeans she had. Pulling it over her legs she hit the obvious roadblock, as they wouldn’t fit over the diaper: “For fucks sake…. You can’t be serious.” Sara groaned, throwing the jeans back on the bed, and rustled through the pile of clothes to see if she didn’t miss anything. As luck would have it, she did! In an about-face however, it turned out a pleated miniskirt was the only other piece of lower body attire she had with her. It was easy to put on, though a big flaw manifested itself straight away: A miniskirt doesn’t go down very far, and this specimen wasn’t exactly meant to cover up her current underwear situation. As it happened, it didn’t, if only barely. The pearly white plastic of the diaper peeking out just barely, but visibly, from the back, as she found out by reaching behind her, given the lack of a mirror in the room. She attempted pulling the skirt down, though it was quickly evident that she couldn’t do that without it sliding down on its own due to the smooth plastic. “For fucks sake!” - she exclaimed, searching yet again through her clothes for anything that could fix the situation. She didn’t even have a sweater to tie around her waist to hide the back and all her t-shirts were even smaller than the one she was wearing right now. Signing this deal in the middle of summer was her undoing, it seemed. Angrily throwing the clothes back into her backpack and carefully closing the laptop to put it on top, she closed the bag and put on her shoes. She exited the room, a big frown and deep blush on her face, Suzie unable to hold back a chuckle: “Seems you were not prepared! No matter, i took delivery of some clothes for you this morning, we’ll get you dressed into something much more… Dignified, is the word, i guess.“ Suzie giggled again, though it seems the irony of her own state of dress was not lost on her, swaying her hips strongly as she passed Sara: “Follow me!” “You are having way too much fun with this… Doesn’t anyone here have something i can wear?” “Not in your specific size, sweetie. The dress code here is very specific.” “Well fuck me then.” “Not on my watch!” Suzie giggled again, a confused looking Sara following in her wake: “Lets go have a quick dinner in the cafeteria downstairs. I’ll explain some of the ground rules, then i’ll get you home and acquaint you with your new… Well, home, actually. Looking forward to it?” “Honestly? I’m not exactly sure what i’m even looking at right now… “ As they passed through the hall and reached the elevators, a full-length mirror greeted her on her approach. Her blush intensified, as she took the chance to inspect herself. The diaper was visible indeed, if only barely, and she needed to be aware how she moved to not make it overly obvious. Her focus shifted to her chest, which wasn’t as large as it felt, or looked, before. It was actually rather fetching, now that she was finally able to get a good look at it. Her focus was disturbed as she felt a tiny stream leaving her nethers, the diaper getting just a tiny bit warm - It was disturbed even further by the realization that she could feel it happening and instinctively tried to stop it, but couldn’t. Suzie noticed the sudden stillness of her new live-in model and put her hand on Sara’s shoulder: “You’ll get used to it. It’ll be second nature before long.” Sara slowly turned toward Suzie, looked just a bit worried: “I think that’s something i’m afraid of…
  6. Hello friends. I fully intend on continuing "The Biggest Little Vacation", but here's a story that has been eating my brain for the past week or so - KWOceans and I have written this together (we'll see if you can figure out who wrote which parts!). This one is not as light and fluffy as Vacation, but I hope you enjoy it. I won't be doing my usual one-per-day update schedule on this, as I'm going out of town this week, so it will be a little more irregular than I prefer. Well, here we go... enjoy the ride. ------ CHAPTER ONE Sabrina sat at her computer, typing away, finishing up one last chapter of the book she was working on before she could call it quits for the day. Days like today made it hard to be one's own boss. She wanted nothing more than to toss her computer out the window and go play, but she had bills to pay. She was lucky, honestly - good, steady work that was suited to her talents, she worked from home and thus didn't face a lot of day-to-day discrimination... but in Allemagne that was much less of an issue than on the other islands. Allemagne was very proud of its native Little population and while they weren't quite as socially progressive as Gaule, Littles were safer in Allemagne than on any other island in Europa. As she marked her place in the book she was editing - it wasn't bad, it wasn't top tier fiction, it was a little trope-y here and there... the idea of a Little gaining magic powers and escaping to a world where they weren't on the lowest rung of the societal ladder was done to death at this point, ever since that Witch School series that took the world by storm. But, people were reading more and that meant people needed more books to be edited, and that meant that there was more work for her to do. She had been languishing in obscurity before she got her own short story published in an anthology. She smiled at her copy of An Amazon Below sitting on her desk and ran a finger along the spine. It was almost entirely filled with stories by anonymous authors, very few people were willing to put their name on a story that had Amazons as slaves to Littles, but she had... and she scored no fewer than three new clients off of it. Sabrina Weber - it felt so good to see her name on the cover of the book. She got top billing since there were so many fake names or Anonymous authors in the anthology. No risk, no reward, she smiled to herself. Sabrina hopped down from her chair and got dressed - it was Wednesday night, and that meant Littles night at the club. Violet Intrusion, a hot nightclub downtown that didn't discriminate - if you had ID and credit you were in, they didn't care. She'd been going there a lot since An Amazon Below came out - she had only made a small amount on the book itself, but the other business had her wallet flush in a way it hadn't been before in her life. She stepped out of her loose flannel pants and baggy shirt - she hated pants in general, but they were super comfortable to write in - and put on a bra, which she didn't need normally but she always padded the cups to make her look more shapely, more adult, like the Amazons - it was a risky move, Native Littles were generally small chested... only Portal Littles looked like tiny Amazons and no one wanted to be confused for a Portal Little, they had no rights at all, they were pets and property. Like an Amazon should be, she smirked, wishing. Sabrina had a taboo desire - she wanted to see an Amazon grovel at her feet. It's what all her stories were about, it's what all the stories in An Amazon Below were about. Littles owning Amazons. She imagined having a docile Amazon on a leash as she stepped into her black clubbing dress, pulling it over her well-padded bra. She would be a kind enough mistress, she would love her pet... but the Amazon would know beyond a shadow of a doubt who was in charge. She couldn't wipe the grin from her face as she selected her jewelry for the night - bangles for the left wrist, leather for the right, nice big hoops for the ears and... yes, a simple black choker. She let her waist-length dark brown hair down, cascading as she removed her ponytail holder, and imagined sliding her hands along a naked Amazon body, kneeling before her, begging to be touched. She released a deep shuddering breath before doing her makeup for the evening - a dark red lipstick and heavy eyeliner over her usual foundation and powder. Like the addict she was, she sat down at her computer one last time to check her favorite AmzDom message boards - places where like-minded Littles gathered and shared their fantasies. She had fans from all over Europa, but the majority were here in Allemagne. She was practically untouchable by the Amazons, in order for an Amazon to claim a native Allemagne Little, they had to have a Hunting Permit - which were not easy to obtain, you had to have a target picked out who had been proven to be unfit for society. Unfit meant unable to control their bodily functions AND were unable to support themselves financially. The first could be easily faked, that had been the downfall of the last of the Albion natives who had thought themselves so safe after their Adulthood Declaration laws were passed... but Amazons were clever, they'd get a Little in a position where they couldn't make it to the bathroom one way or another and then before they knew it, they were claimed. Albion didn't even have any free Natives left. Allemagne solved this with the permit system, as well as the requirements. And Sabrina was safer than even most Littles - she was self-employed. She wasn't at the mercy of any boss or company, she was her own boss. Sometimes that was rough - sometimes she had to go a month or two without a contract, but she was booked up for six months solid now, there was a waiting list to get her attention, and things were looking up. So were her points on the AmzDom board, her latest chapter was doing well. She loved each and every person who commented on her stories, she was LittleDomme on the boards and she had a small stable of fans who would read anything she wrote - and she tried to keep them entertained by writing often. There was Ellie, and Ocean, and Trip... but her favorite by far was TinyRebel4. Rebel was always the very first commenter on every thread and always showered her with compliments and tried to predict the twists in her stories, and half the time she was right. Any day that Rebel commented was a good day. Rebel was some kind of scientist - nobody said their real names on the boards, it could make a person's life hard to be outed as an AmzDom fan, but she had dropped enough hints that she worked for some chemistry lab. Sabrina wished that she could crow to the message board that she was in the Amazon Below anthology... but it was risky enough that her name was attached to that book but if her two identities were tied together, it could really make things hard - the story for the anthology was far, far milder than the stuff she posted on the board. Just as she was ready to walk out the door, she noted that Rebel had sent her a message, but if she didn't leave now the wait for the robocab would be dreadful, and she was looking forward to the club. She sat on the small bench next to the front door and pulled on her platform boots - knee-high, laces all the way up, black patent leather, but the best part were the 4" platform soles. Sabrina had always been on the tall side for a Little, but between the padding in her bra and the extra height from her shoes she really felt like she passed for a Mid - and they dealt with substantially less discrimination. She glanced over one more time at the computer, wondering what Rebel had to say. Rebel would have to wait, however - it was Littles Night. The club was gorgeous as always. It was an older building in a part of downtown that was being revitalized, it had been here a long time but the owner had spent a lot of money over the past couple of years renovating it. Now it was ultramodern with a black and silver theme and clean lines, but Sabrina cared much less about the architecture than she did the music. The Violet Intrusion always seemed to have the best DJs, the best bands, and it was one of the few places she wouldn't get hassled for being a Little... well, hopefully people just assumed she was a Mid. She'd still get in for free, her ID showed that she was a Little, but she hoped that the patrons inside wouldn't realize it. Even though it was Littles Night, not many Littles actually showed, this part of town wasn't very Little friendly - the bathroom facilities alone around here weren't adequate for Little needs, but that didn't generally bother Sabrina. She was relatively tall. "Hey Anna," Sabrina smiled as she took her spot at the bar. "Hey Sabrina," the bartender greeted her - the club was just getting warmed up and Sabrina was early, as usual. She liked to make friends with the staff anywhere she went on a regular basis, she was actually pretty good at making friends. "How are you doing?" "Honestly," the Little grinned, "I'm on top of the world. I don't think it could get much better. Work is going great and I feel good. How about you?" "Not as good as you, apparently," Anna laughed. Sabrina loved that laugh, that alto chuckle that she had - Anna had some kind of insecurity, she always covered her mouth when she laughed, but Sabrina didn't mind. A fair share of her Amazon domination fantasies had featured Anna lately. Kind Anna, gentle Anna. She wondered what it would feel like for the woman to actually kneel before her, to submit to the collar... she was snapped out of her reverie, however. "... and then I twisted my ankle! It's better now, but it was a rotten day." "Oh that sucks!" Sabrina sympathized, though she wasn't entirely sure how the story had begun. "I'm glad your ankle is okay, standing all night on a twisted ankle would be awful, and I'd miss you if you weren't here." "You're sweet," Anna smiled, putting away the last of the clean glasses. She was quite attractive, shoulder-length blonde hair, green eyes and pale skin. Her teeth were the tiniest bit crooked, an oddity seeing as how dental correction was a well-understood science, but there was likely a reason. "What are you starting off with tonight?" "Let's see," Sabrina began ponderously, pulling out her comm and loading her wishlist. "Next on the list is the 'Dark N Stormy’." "Sorry," Anna smiled sadly, "I don't know that one - what's in it?" "That's okay," Sabrina knew better than to let anyone mix a drink they didn't know - she was out to try new ones, and if it was mixed wrong, she'd never know if she actually liked it. "How about the Gaule 75? That one's supposed to be really good." "That one I know," Anna grinned, pulling out the ingredients. Anna - Sabrina was pretty sure - thought she was a Mid, she always got Mid-sized drinks here. The frustrating thing about most food and drink places downtown was the fact that even though Little portions were so much smaller, they were almost always the same price as a Mid or an Amazon portion - it was just the way things were, if she wanted fair she had to go to a Little-specific restaurant that only served Little portions. Amazons wouldn't bother going there, it would cost them a fortune to get enough to eat. Sabrina took her first sip of the pale yellow drink - it was strong, but it wasn't as sweet as she had been hoping, but it wasn't bad. She took a long draw from it, savoring the way it burned on the way down. She knew she probably shouldn't drink so much, but an over the counter hangover cure before bed would keep her from feeling it tomorrow after she enjoyed the buzz tonight at the club - alcohol always made the music feel better. She could appreciate the music either way, but if she really wanted to lose herself in it, a drink helped immensely. "Oh," Anna said, walking back to Sabrina's spot at the bar. "I'm supposed to tell you that you have an invitation to the VIP lounge tonight." "What?" Sabrina asked, surprised. "Upstairs? Why?" "No clue," the bartender shrugged. "I just got word that if you came in tonight, you were invited up. I think it's from the boss directly." "Who's the boss?" The Little raised an eyebrow. "Naomi Alexis," Anna replied, but the name didn't ring any bells. "She's nice, a real kind and understanding type. She's a good boss, I'm pretty sure she's up there tonight herself. You'll like her." "Sounds good, I guess I get a glimpse of how the other half lives, huh?" Jump to Chapter 2!
  7. I highly recommend Professor Marston & the Wonder Woman. This movie, based on a true story, is about American psychgologist and writer William Moulton Marston and how he developed Wonder Woman. The movie was released in 2017 and has an 86 score on Rotten Tomatoes. Professor Marston & the Wonder Woman doesn't have any diaper references, but the movie explores Marston's fascination with BDSM and he and his wife, Elizabeth's research into DISC theory - Dominance (D), Inducement (I), Submission (S), and Compliance (C). Marston and Elizabeth fall in love with a female student assistant at Harvard University while exploring DISC theory and it eventually turns into a longtime love affair. I highly recommend it for the various underlying themes that resonate in many of us and are often explored in the ABDL community. The movie is well done! Charlie
  8. It was a very dark Sunday evening and fetacular was writing a diaper story. This particular story involved fetacular being kept in diapers since youth. He was sent to the abdl hospital where his life on camera would begin. Arriving at the hospital the nurses talked at the entrance, nurse1 “oooh this one’s gunna bring in the ratings”, nurse2“ who do you think has to change his diaper”, nurse1 “you do”, nurse 2 “so do you”, nurse3 “what smells”, nurse1”omg it’s vennessa she pooped herself” nurse2”you better go change her nobody likes a poopy diaper” nurse 1 “yeah except her” the nurses giggled and gagged a little and went to work. Nurse 2 “hello feta, I here you failed potty training some years ago and have been in diapers ever since” Feta said “yeah but I can do things on my own” nurse2 “like what feta”? “like going out to the movies and stuff” nurse2 “well you know, your 21 now, and it’s legal for you to go to bars and stuff, buuuut the problem is bars don’t like it when people who failed toilet training go in there with there dirty diapers and stink up there bars”. Feta “well I won’t go to bars then” Nurse 2 “yeah, we tried that in the 1990’s, we can’t keep our eye's on all of you”, 1 feta say's “no, please (sob) I don’t want to spend my life in here”! Page2 2feta says “how long do I have to stay here” page 3 Page 2 1 feta say's “no, please (sob) I don’t want to spend my life in here”! Page2 Nurse1“ you don’t have to spend your whole life in here,” “only as long as it takes to potty train you” Nurse 2 got back from cleaning up vennessa, he even stuck his index finger in and stretched her until it snapped, the look on her face was priceless to him. He told her the command (foooootsy) and she put her feet on nurse1s left hand while he fapped open the diaper With his riight, then rolled vennessa back slid the nursery diaper under her, then let her feet go.. her feet naturally spread and nurse 1 taped her in tightly, the diaper was thick, and went up past her pelvic bone up just past her belly button. Vennessa said, “but I don’t want to wear diapers today”, nurse1 said “yes but vennessa you play with yourself when your not in diapers” nurse 3 “and this isn’t a place for fun, sugar baby” 1feta says “how long will it take to potty train me?” go to page 4 2feta says “can I wear a thinner diaper nurse,” go to page 8 Page3 feta say’s “how long do I have to stay here?” nurse1 said, “well, that depends on how well you behave, and of course how long it takes to potty train you.” Feta “the only reason I’m in diapers is because my mom kept me in them, I’ve told her for the past 14 years I was capable of toilet training “ah ah ah” nurse1 tapped her foot with an xyz agitated leg spread,” when she realized she had fetas attention she grabbed him by the lips and squeezed them together to emulate the words “potty training” Nurse2“now say it with me,” “potty training”, “that’s better,” she said playfully. Feta “sobbed” Nurse1 entered the room and said, “why don’t we get that wet diaper off of you?” feta said “yes please”. Nurse1 pulled down fetas pants, making a smiley face at him😆😆😆 next she untapped the tapes, fapping it open she then put a dry cleansing lotion on him to wipe away the urine and powder finally just in time, nurse3 showed up with a very thick plastic diaper, as she walked by fetas glare she show boated the powder and diaper to him. “feta” said nurse3; “yes” said feta, nurse3 “put your feet on my hand”, feta did so. “upsy daisy” said the nurse and she rolled feta back and slipped a diaper under him. She let go of his feet and his legs spread naturally, then she lifted it between his legs and taped him tightly in. Nurse3 walked in and said “oooo,” as she padded the diaper and said “nice and thick so you can’t Master are,” Page 4 2feta says “how long will it take to potty train me?” “well, let’s start by changing that diaper”, it was 8pm and feta's diaper was changed, he was then put to bed. He woke up with a soaking wet diaper and morning wood, nurse1 went in with a bottle and changed him at 5am next he was led into the public area to watch some TV, baby tv. Around 8am he was changed again with powder by nurse 1 The nurses went into see him at 7am they started a questionable chant “do you want a breaky or do you want to go, do you want a breaky or do you want to go, do you want a breaky or do you want to go..” Finally in a tempertantrum feta said, I want to go! The nurses started chanting “pee, pee,pee,pee,pee,pee!” feta said “no!” The nurses starting chanting again “do you want a breaky, or do you want to go, do you want a breaky or do you want to go, do you want a breaky or do you want to go” the nurses ear pieces; spy gadget type stuff, “the ratings are climbing, if he says breaky make him choose which one of you and your pay cheques will be 6 figures this month and your contracts are up, of course you can always re-sign” Feta said “fine give me breakfast!” the three nurses, nurse1, nurse2, and nurse3 dropped there tips on Camara, and they chanted “boob, boob, boob, boob” feta reached out to touch one, but nurse2 said “you can only touch it with your mouth”, feta opened his mouth and lurched forward,” the respiridone g iven to the nurses prior to this moment caused them all to lactate, as soon as feta’s mouth wrapped around nurse2 she squirt right down the back of feta’s neck. Fetas head flew backwards and her boob squirted him in the face again, feta choked and reflux gagged, saying “what the fuck was that”, nurse1 said “oh we have a potty mouth, don’t we little baby”, nurse 3 said “from now on, you have to keep a binki, in your mouth,” nurse 2 said “otherwise we'll make you wear the thick diapers, the ones that make you waddle like a bwaby”, further she stated “now, drink this nipple until it’s empty, or else you'll go to the play pen until bed time.” “no!” said feta, nurse2 said “drink from my boob or we'll give you shock therapy 1Feta says “No!” Page 5 2feta says “okay.” page6 3feta says “I want her nipples.” Pointing at nurse3 page 7 Page 5 feta yelled “no”! To nurse2, she called out “Jensa” to nurse3 who came into the room with a d volt battery and jumper cables, she zapped feta and he said “ouch, fuck! Holy shit!!” jensa zapped him again holding the jumper cables down he was shocked so bad he Peed himself, nurse3 said, in a matter of fact tone “and now, you get thick diapers just like vennessa” nurse1 and nurse2 held him down while nurse3 diapered and powdered him. She was quick and efficient. Page6 feta say’s “okay,” and takes suck of nurse2 he drank for about 20 minutes a boob as he drank he was quickly flooded by the milk and it came out into his diaper. Nurse1 stuck her hand down into his package and felt it was wet, “now it’s time for a thick diaper,” the nurses changed him and put the binki in his mouth, “now you keep that binki in your mouth until tomorrow morning or we'll put you in the play pen.” Feta nodded. Page7 feta say’s “I want her nipples.” Pointing at nurse3. Nurse 3 said okay but let’s lie down on the couch. Feta sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked until nurse3 was empty and then filled with milk, milk polyuria set in and he Peed himself, nurse2 poked his diaper and said “he’s wet!” nurse3 said to nurse2, why don’t we let him sleep here while we put on a show for the camera's. They started touching and petting and spreading nurse3 went down nurse2 raised a gay brow, they both got soaked and put there cloths and robes back on, all the while feta had one eye open. Nurse2 said “oh feta you naughty boy, did you watch,” nurse3 “good luck masturbating in that diaper. “its time you took a nap,” said nurse3 “but I’m wet” said feta. Well it’s a big diaper it’ll hold!” Page 8 Feta say’s “can I wear a thinner diaper nurse?” Nurse 3 said “nope, because you will play with yourself and the only action your going to get in here is breast milk boobs,” nurse1 “let’s get you something to eat!” Nurse 2 brought a heaping bowl of egg noodles and peanut butter feta said “where’s the fork?” nurse1 pulled a spork from behind her back, she said “sit down!” feta say. “here comes the boobies” feta swallowed deeply. She sprinkled some all over his face and said “lets get a camera,!” 1Nurse 2 checks fetas diaper go to page 9 2nurse3 checks fetas diaper go to page 10
  9. Hello everyone. It seems like my original thread didn’t survive Forumgeddon. There’s good news though: I have a mostly complete backup that I’ll be re-posting soon, along with a new chapter Unfortunately, reposting almost a hundred pages of material means a loooooot of spacing to fix so it will take some time, but it’s definitely happening. Thank you all for bearing with me.
  10. There was that look again, the wide-eyed cross between fear and excitement. I pushed for an answer, “Well?” Hannah chewed on her lower lip, considering my suggestion. I knew full well that she’d made up her mind, in fact knowing her it was something she was considering even before I mentioned it, but she liked to make me think I was in control. She leaned in toward me, making sure no one in the carriage could overhear, “what happens if I need to...” she looked at her lap as she trailed off. “Well that’s the point” “Not so loud”, her cheeks flushed as she spoke. “Sorry”. I wasn’t sorry, which was clear from the grin plastered across my face. “Bastard”. Her verbal dig came coupled with a sharp prod in my ribs. That just made me smile more. I took her hands in mine, and gently spun her round so that I was hugging her from behind. She gave me a contented sigh as we cuddled together, for a moment, it was just me and her, the other passengers on the train fading away. “I’ll get you back for that”, I whispered to her. Hannah looked up at me, a spark in her eyes, “Of course you will”. I began tickling her belly. She squirmed, and stifled a squeal. I kept going. “Stop it”. “I’m getting you back”. “Not here” “I love you” “I know, but not here. I really need to pee”. We both knew where this was going. This was a deliberate tease. We only had one more stop until we got off the train, then it was just a short walk to the hotel. I leaned in very close to Hannah’s ear, “Are you sure you want to do this?” She nodded her head, and murmured, “uh huh”. I tightened my arms around her, and began tickling harder. She shivered and shuddered, and bit her lip. Then she stopped, her breathing became heavy. I hugged her even tighter as the dark patch grew on her hot pants, and trickles of urine ran down her leg. I leaned in close to her again, “Are you OK?” Once more she gave a gentle nod of her head, “uh huh”, this time a lot less sure of herself. I kept her held close, but gently turned her round again so I could see her face. We’d done stuff like this before, but with something so public, there was always a risk she’d be overwhelmed. I looked into her eyes as I stroked her hair. “It’s OK. We’ll be in the hotel in a minute”. Hannah was still in a trance when the train pulled into the station. I grabbed our bags, took her by the hand, and led her onto the platform. As soon as she stepped into the cool outside air, Hannah snapped back to her normal self, “Hot pants were a really stupid idea” “Cold?” “Freezing”. “Want my coat?” She shook her head. “Come on”, I led the way as she dripped along behind me. Hannah stopped me just as we were about to walk into the hotel. I wondered why for a moment, but realised the issue when she pointed toward her piss-soaked shorts. “Want me to grab you once I’ve checked in?” She shook her head again, “give me your coat” I did as she asked, and she wrapped it around her waist. It hid nothing. In fact, if anything the fact that she had a coat wrapped around her waist in the middle of October only drew attention to the wet patch in the crotch of her pants and the rivulets of urine running down her legs. For a moment I considered warning her of this, but decided against it. If it worked for her, who was I to argue? We checked in, then headed to the room. The door hadn’t even closed before we fell on top of one another, stroking, nuzzling, kissing. I stripped off her top, then pulled off my own, and then I fell onto the bed, pulling her down on top of me. “Shit!” “What?” Hannah asked. “I forgot you were still wet, you’re getting my jeans damp.” “Fucker”, she kissed me, “I’ll just have to take them off of you then.” She climbed backward, and stripped my trousers off of me. She moved back up, nuzzling my crotch as she did. I stopped her when she got to my chest, sat up, and helped her out of her damp hot pants and panties. As I did, she gave me a confused look. “I wouldn’t be very good at this if I let you get a rash, would I?” I ran my fingers over her labia, and kissed her, gently rubbing her clitoris. I nibbled on her ear, kissed her neck, her breasts, her mouth. She cried out, arched her back, she was close to orgasm. I stopped. “Not yet.” That look of fear and excitement again, although this time I’m not sure whether she had any idea what I was thinking. “Don’t move” Hannah nodded. I climbed off the bed, and walked toward my bag. When I came back, I was holding several bundles of rope. Hannah noticed it, “You packed the rope?” “I packed everything,” I said with a smile. Hannah relaxed as I began to wrap the cord around her shoulders, locking her arms tight into her body. I tied it off onto itself then set to work on her hands, crossing them over her chest and wrapping another length of rope around them. Now helpless I eased her backwards so she was lying down, and turned my attention to her legs. I secured a length of rope to her right ankle and tied it off against the bed post, then did the same to the left, leaving her spread eagled, staring expectantly. Then I got the magic wand out of the bag. I turned it on, then slowed my approach, letting it hang loosely in my hand. I could hear her whimpering as I got nearer, and felt her shudder as it made contact with her body just at the top of her thigh. There was no way I was going to let her orgasm, but it was fun to tease. I passed it back and forth over her vagina until she started making little yelps of pleasure. Satisfied I’d found the right spot, I held it there as the yelps became louder and more constant. Then I took it away. “Please…” Hannah begged, a forlorn tone to her voice. “Later.” I replied, the smile that already plastered my lips becoming just a little more broad. I turned the vibrator off and returned it to the bag. “Are you going to untie me?” Hannah called out trying to raise herself up to find me. “Not yet.” “But what about grabbing some food?” “We’ll go out in a minute. I want to run something by you first.” “And I need to be tied up for it?” “No, but I’m enjoying you being like this.” Hannah scowled. At least, I assume she did. I was back at the bag, looking for the next item I needed for the night. As I was going through it, I glanced behind, and could see Hannah straining to see what I was getting. I laid everything out on the bed next to her, then went through them, one by one. “The wipes are non-negotiable. I want to make sure you’re clean, and we aren’t going to have time for a shower if we want to get food before everything shuts.” Hannah nodded. “Consider the diaper a dry run. If no one notices it tonight, they’re not going to see it under what you’re wearing tomorrow.” I could tell from the look on her face that Hannah had hoped I’d suggest this. We both enjoyed diapers, but Hannah prefered to be ‘made’ to wear them. I reached into my pocket for the final part of the evening’s entertainment, a suppository. We’d used them before, but only at home. Hannah’s eyes went wide. She rocked her head slowly from side to side. “Is that a no?” “Er…” “Just say the word.” Hannah shook her head. “OK. Are you sure?” She nodded. “We’ll be in and out at the restaurant. You won’t need to hold it long, and we’ll be back here long before it takes effect.” “Thank you.” I put everything on the bed, and walked toward her bag. “What do you want to wear?” “Something baggy. I don’t want people seeing the nappy.” I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a long t-shirt from Hannah’s case, and held them up for her approval. “Yeah, that’ll do. I think I need to pee again.” Hearing that I grabbed a pair of plastic pants from her bag, “best you wear these too then”. I brought the clothes over to the bed, and set to work. She whimpered a little as I wiped her clean, the close contact, and the restraints once again getting her horny. Unfortunately for Hannah, even if I’d been inclined to let her orgasm, we just didn’t have time. Satisfied that she was clean, I laid out the diaper underneath her, and broke the suppository out of its packet.. “Last chance to back out” She gave me a cheeky grin. I pushed it into her bottom, then leaned forward and kissed her again. I kept kissing her, moving down her neck, toward her breasts. Until she whispered to me, “Don’t fuck around. Put the nappy on me, I can already feel it working..” In spite of how hard I was laughing, I managed to get Hannah’s diaper on her and free her from the restraints. She pulled her clothes on, and we headed out the door. As we walked into the hallway, I asked her how she was feeling. “It’s cramping a little, but it’s not too bad”, she responded. By the time we got to the nearest restaurant, Hannah was struggling to hold things together. I offered to go in and get the food alone, but Hannah refused. She was, apparently, “going to see this through”. I only discovered what she meant by this when the waiter asked whether we wanted to order take away, or to get a table. In spite of how much she seemed to be struggling outside, Hannah somehow managed to compose herself perfectly, then, while keeping her eyes locked on mine the whole time, asked for a table. This was going to get interesting. We headed to a booth in an almost empty corner of the restaurant, well away from the handful of other customers in the place, and looked at the menu. While we waited for the waiter to come and take our order I asked Hannah why she wanted to eat in. “It’s almost empty in here,” she replied, “I wanted to see how far I could go.” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in just how much public humiliation Hannah could take, but I was also worried. The games we’d played had always been about fighting the sense of urgency, never about losing control in front of people. This was going to be an entirely new experience, and I was concerned it might be one she didn’t enjoy. Once the waiter had finished taking our orders, I waited until he was a few feet away from the table, before asking Hannah, whether she needed a change. I don’t think he actually heard me, but it was fun to see the look on Hannah’s face. In spite of her struggle with her bowels, she managed to spit out the words “not yet” through gritted teeth, before following them with “but you’re not going to enjoy cleaning it up”. It was only a few moments later when her control failed. She held her hands out across the table for me to hold, and raised herself slightly off her seat, before letting rip with a few muffled farts. At first she seemed OK with it, then the realisation of what was happening hit her. Her eyes went wide, and she had a look of terror on her face. It seemed I’d been right to be concerned. “It’s OK. You’re doing well.” I used my thumbs to stroke the backs of Hannah’s hands as they trembled in mine. She seemed so fragile. Then the smell hit me. Hannah saw my nose twitch a little, then stammered, “is it bad?” I lied to her, reassuring her that no one would notice. I continued to stroke her hands, kept telling her it was all OK, then asked her if she wanted to go back to the hotel. She shook her head. “Do you want me to come round to your side of the table and cuddle you?” She nodded. I moved round, and hugged her. She was shaking. I held her tight, and stroked her arms. Kept reassuring her that everything was OK. By the time our food arrived, she was much calmer, although very much still in a trance. “Are you going to eat?” She began picking at her nachos and took a few sips of beer. I kept my arm round her the whole time. And while this helped Hannah feel safe, it made eating my burger much harder than it otherwise should have been. Not that the smell helped much either. We’d been picking at our food for about half an hour, when Hannah suddenly began to cry. It started with a few sniffles, but very quickly descended into quiet, uncontrollable sobbing. I decided we ought to leave. I called over the waiter and asked him for the bill. Ideally, I would have prefered to have gone over to the counter to keep him away from Hannah - it wasn’t going to take a genius to work out what had happened from the smell, the half-eaten food, and the crying girl - but I didn’t want to leave her alone. When he returned, he told Hannah that he hoped she felt better, and she instantly began shaking again. I got her outside, then held her close, making sure she could see my face, “It’s OK. You’re going to hold on tight to my hand, and we’re going to go back to the hotel.” Hannah nodded. We moved slowly, Hannah staggering along on, still very much weak at the knees . Fortunately, the streets were nearly deserted, and no one paid us any attention. At least, they didn’t until we got outside the hotel, when Hannah stopped dead in her tracks. I asked her if she was OK. She didn’t respond. It was then that I saw the tell tale sign of a leak, as for the second time in one day, her trousers began to darken. I rubbed her back while she finished. By the time she began moving again she was crying pretty hard. Once again, I held her close, and as I did, she spluttered out, “I think I went too far”. I couldn’t help but laugh at this, which completely distracted Hannah, and broke her out of her little trance. Almost immediately, she went from crying wreck to something resembling her usual self, as she cracked a slight smile, called me a “bastard”, and started jabbing me in the ribs. I tried to defend myself from her playful little pokes, but the situation was so ridiculous - as the red-faced, sniffling, stinking, love of my life proceeded to playfight with me in the street - that all I could do was laugh, and remind her of what happened when I tickled her on the train. She responded by telling me that I could tickle her all I liked - at this point what else was there to lose? We continued on into the hotel, and straight toward the lift. We were probably only waiting a minute at most for it to arrive, but it seemed like forever. It must have been even worse for Hannah. We’d been in the hotel for less than four hours, and already the receptionist had seen her with soaking wet hot pants, and got a full on view of her having an accident. Somehow Hannah not only managed to hold it together through the wait, but when the lift arrived, she was pretty upbeat. Then things got complicated. As we waited for the doors to close, a woman called us to “hold it”, as she ran across the lobby. For a moment I considered pressing the ‘door close’ button, as much for her sake as for Hannah’s, but I didn’t react quickly enough, and when the doors shut, the woman was stuck in there with us. I worried how this would affect Hannah, but I needn’t have. When the woman made a comment about the smell, Hannah glanced up at her, and replied “sorry, I had a bit of an accident”, and that ended the conversation. Understandably, the woman got off at the next floor, while we continued up to our room on the 12th. Buy the time we were at our door, Hannah was horny as all hell. This wasn’t uncommon for her. The problem was, I’d originally intended for us to only be out for a few minutes while we grabbed a take away. She’d fight the sense of urgency, feel humiliated, and be back home before the ‘fireworks’. Our antics at the restaurant had put paid to that plan, and now I was faced with a girlfriend in a filthy diaper, who meant to have her way with me pretty much immediately. After what she’d subjected herself to for our amusement tonight, I wasn’t going to let her down. I led Hannah into the room, then made sure the door was shut behind us. “OK shit-pants, let’s see the damage.” Hannah pouted at her new nickname, but dropped her sweatpants as instructed. It wasn’t exactly pleasant, but nowhere near as bad as I had feared. I pulled her into a hug, careful to keep soe distance between my jeans and her diaper, then gave her a long, deep kiss. As I pulled away, I instructed her not to move. I reached into my bag and pulled out several bed pads. I put one on the floor beside the bed, and asked Hannah to stand on it, while I took the blankets off the bed, and spread the other pads out on the mattress. “Right, we’re ready. Plastic pants off”. Hannah complied. As she did, the smell became more apparent. Hannah saw me gag slightly. “Sorry”, she mumbled. “I’m not sure this is all your fault” I replied, trying to reassure her. “I did warn you that you wouldn’t enjoy cleaning this up”. “Yeah, I suppose you did”. I pulled the waistband of her diaper back, the check much more about putting her in a certain headspace than anything else. “How bad is it?” “You definitely need a change” “Ew. Does that mean I’m going to have to wait until after you’ve cleaned me up?” “How the hell are you horny?” “Someone teased me before we went out, remember?” I grabbed some wipes and black sacks out of my bag, then instructed Hannah to lay down on the pads on the bed. As she did, she raised her legs in the air, ready to be changed. Which is probably why she seemed surprised when I stripped off, climbed on top of her, brandishing the magic wand. “What’s this?” she asked. “Thought you’d like it.” I pushed the wand into the front of the diaper, turning it up to full power. After everything she’d been through, Hannah had earned herself this orgasm. It was a matter of moments before she began making the yelping noises, and pressing herself against the vibrator. Normally Hannah has trouble orgasming without at least some penetration, but from the way her body was trembling, it was clear that this wasn’t going to be a problem tonight. I rubbed the backs of my nails against her skin, gave her a soft, llingering kiss, and she melted into a quivering wreck. She fell back onto the bed, and I wrapped my arms around her. “I love you”, I said, as I stroked her hair. “I love you too”, she echoed, as we began to doze off.
  11. Has anyone had any experience or heard about doms wearing diapers? I am 98% DL over an age player and love to top my wife, who is into DDlg but has no affinity for diapers. We've been exploring new frontiers in the bedroom and I have been thinking about wearing while domming her in a scene. I just feel sexy and gratified when I'm diapered and think that if I am in control of the scene, then it is my prerogative to wear what i want when I'm in charge. Looking around online, it seems like I'm alone in thinking that. What say y'all?
  12. Mcraft and I are back and we're writing together properly as Mommy and Little. We're usually very Diaper Dimension oriented with our writing, so please enjoy a sneak peak starter something entirely different with more coming soon. The man’s heart pounds in his chest like a beating drum, so loud he’s convinced it will be the thing to give him away. The air is hot and sticky, clings to his skin just as the oppressive blanket of night seems to hang around him, thick and almost tangible, making it difficult to see his hand in front of his face. Each step through the undergrowth, leaves crunching beneath bare feet, toes squelching in the muck, sets his nerves on end. The slightest sound could be heard. In the distance, the haunting call of an owl out on the hunt echoes through the trees. Cricket song rings out around him, but the jungle is silent for the most part. The man stops for a few moments trying to catch his breath, the air coming in ragged gasps as he leans against the trunk of a tree. He takes a few moments to lift up his leg to check on his numb feet. The shroud of night obscures mostly everything but a quick once over with his hand tells him that his feet are bloody when he feels the warm, sticky wetness. Undeterred, however, he immediately presses on once he’s managed to catch his breath. The sound of a rushing river urges him desperately forward as he bursts through the brush and into an opening, he can see the moon reflecting off of the water. His heart beats faster. This is perfect. The water will wash off the scent and throw off the hounds. He urges his bloody feet forward, faster and faster until he plunges into the cold water. The water only comes up to about his waist as he plods along against the current, his numb feet pressing against the rocks and sand below. He does his best to push his dress and petticoats down as they bunch up around him in the water. He pulls himself onto the opposing shoreline slowly, the heavy, wet clothes now weighing him down as he continues to move forward as quickly as he can. The sodden frills of his dress are water logged and unbalancing, snaring on various bushes and low branches. In a desperate attempt to avoid being slowed, the man stops, frantically tearing at the clothing in an effort to get it off, but it’s locked and secured to the leather collar wrapped around his neck, and refuses to yield. Unable to rid himself of the heavy, sodden clothing, the man does his best to desperately press on, wincing at every snag on a low branch of bush of thorns. Numerous cuts litter his legs and the going is slow. Meanwhile the feral howls and bays of the hounds on his tail grow louder and closer with each passing moment. The sound of thundering hooves and the occasional whinney of the horses also presses closer. Desperate now, he breaks from a quick jog to a frantic run, crashing through the brush and filling the air with the loud tearing as his clothing snags. The noises are all around him now, practically on top of him, but the trees are starting to thin a little now. Despite the great possibility of it being a simple clearing or ledge, hope starts to blossom, as if he can just make it out of the jungle, he’ll have won. In that very moment, when his chances seem at their best, a snarl of brambles catches a chunk of his torn skirts that refuse to rip. The jarring motion of the sudden, powerful resistance has the man sprawling face down in the mud. A low groan leaves his lips as he braces his hands in the muck, the dirt oozing between his fingers with a loud squelch. When he lifts his head, however, he freezes instantly, finding his nose to be mere inches from the snarling maw of a massive bloodhound. The beast’s lips are pulled back, threads of saliva drooling around bared teeth. A low growl rumbles in its throat, but it makes no move to lunge. In the next moment, before the man has a chance to react, the foliage around him explodes as four more dogs close in, each with raised hackles and bared teeth. The ground shakes as the warriors follow on horseback, brandishing nets, ropes, and cattle-prods. The leader, a slim woman with jet black hair and an earthy shade of skin, pulls her horse’s reins and it rears, neighing loudly and kicking out its front hooves. It stamps them down mere inches from the man’s face, now that the dog has moved back to let one of its mistresses through. The woman’s face splits into a wide grin, showing off pearly teeth. Swinging her leg over the horse, she dismounts and crouches down in front of the battered man. Curling her fingers around his chin, she jerks his head up to meet her gaze. “Nice try,” she laughs. “It was almost fun, chasing you down. But we’re going to have even more fun when we get back.” Another horse slowly approaches, urged on by its rider. Another man steps down, this one just as elaborately dressed as his mud slathered peer. Lips pressed in a thin line, the male stoops to tie a rope around the runner’s wrists, which is then offered up to the woman towering over them. A wide grin splits her lips and she ties the rope on the hook of her saddle before swinging up onto her horse. The mud caked boy stumbles to his feet, eyes wide with panic as he tugs at the unyielding ropes. Returning dragged behind a horse to the place he just desperately fled is the last possible thing he could desire. Yet, he’s given no choice as the hunting party kick their horses into motion, his rope snapping taunt in seconds, forcing him to stumble after them in a brisk jog. His already bloodied feet being further shredded on the unforgiving twigs and rocks littering the jungle path. With her hands folded behind her back, lips pressed into a thin, grim line, a woman lingers near the village gate. She stares out down the dusty dirt path until it disappears into the thick overgrown foliage. The sound of horse hooves and dog brays can be heard now. The hunting party is returning, successful no doubt, else the chase would not have been abandoned. Still, it brings her no true joy and her eyebrows slump down over narrowed eyes. Her tongue darts out to lightly graze her lips as she shifts her weight from foot to foot. It’s dark, but the moon is high and the lights along the village wall are all lit, casting gloomy shadows over everything that wait, lurking just outside the circumference of the light, like jungle cats pacing in a cage. Much like Athena’s anger, which she keeps carefully locked away, pacing in it’s pen until needed. The hunting party has chased runaways before, many times. It will not be the last time either. Sometimes, if none have succeeded getting beyond the wall in several years, one will be allowed to slip free, only to be hunted down and made an example of. But this time was no purposeful trap. This was the real deal and it angers her greatly. How dare he run, how dare that one, of all of them, try to get away. Her fingers curl into fists and grim satisfaction swells in her like a cresting wave as the party finally emerge from the forest, the runaway muddy and bleeding, with a rope caught around his neck being herded on a leash like the untrustworthy beast that he is. He’ll be punished, and she’ll take great pleasure in seeing it come to pass. When the riders approach, Athena steps forward slowly and with dreadful purpose, allowing the bound prisoner to savor her saunter for the few moments he has before she is upon him, eyes gleaming down like two beating suns. “Well hello there, sweetheart,” she said, her voice dripping with venom and sarcasm. “Fancy seeing you here.” The bound boy merely began to stutter and stammer, excuses and apologies that fell on deaf ears as Athena’s hand suddenly silences the simpering prisoner with a firm slap across the face. With one dismissive gesture the boy is dragged away kicking and screaming, he’ll be dealt with soon enough. Athena sighs, suddenly feeling strangely nostalgic as her gaze shifts around to the people around her. The mistresses with their wards looking at her with respect and from some fear. It wasn’t so long ago, however, that Athena was just a normal member of Celia Vale. And even she had to undergo the rites of passage that helped place that poor, doomed creature into his holding cell. A soft smile curls on her face as she remembers. Remembers the night she claimed her sissy…
  13. Had an idea this morning and put down three short paragraphs.
  14. Chapter 1: Discovery You know that dream-like state when you're sure you're awake but something odd happens and for a moment you realize you're dreaming before it changes or ends and then however long after this you wake and briefly recall that strange sensation? She was certain this was happening to her because it was all too strange. She had been waiting for someone to enter her life for years, someone to make her feel something that all the romance books promised; wanted, loved, but also exhilarated and enticed. What was missing? Why had she never found it? Her friends all seemed to be happy but it just never worked out with the guys she had been with. Her name was Danielle and she was a "typical" woman, living in an apartment, a high school administrator, long hours for months, summers off, a few close friends and family, forgettable really, normal and "average" in every way from her brown shoulder length hair to her b-cup, and slender but not skinny body. Sure she worked out and was tight, but not model tight, and nothing overly stunning about her. No children, 32 years old, not too late, but getting there. She was up late after a mediocre date that had gone just okay, she couldn't sleep, they made out a little, she would have probably done more had he just asserted himself, but he backed off as you'd expect any respectable guy would on a first date. He wasn't the typical guy she dated either which probably put her off a bit. He was her height, soft features, slender, not handsome, but not unattractive, cute. If anything he looked and sounded a bit effeminate and that was ok, just not something she was used to. She had been aroused during the making out, he had slipped his hand up her skirt and gotten a fingertip inside her before he backed off fearing he was crossing a line. "What a shame" she thought, "even this guy who has my panties bunched up and wet doesn't want me..." The date ended uneventfully, but she was worked up enough to keep her awake, so, time to hop on the internet where porn was plentiful, free, and most of all, free of judgement, no holds barred, skies the limit! She had a few sex toys, nothing grand or elaborate, a vibrator, a dildo... a vibrating dildo, she once tried a butt plug that vibrated but felt strange after using it. Not that it wasn't pleasurable, but, guilty, shamed that she was a "degenerate" for using it and thought "if I die tomorrow and my relatives clean out my stuff and find this, what will they think???" ...straight to the garbage Mr. Plug. Her porn tastes revolved around watching women masturbate with the toys she could never use, big toys, anal toys, machines built to bring women to orgasms multiple times sometimes squirting which she was certain was pee, or at best some kind of put-on, a little water in the pussy before the "money-shot" and viola a new genre of porn is created that REAL women could never fulfill. Still, it was exciting to watch and to fantasize about. "Let's get with it and get to bed" she thought, on to google, safe search off, she looked for masturbating dildo videos, gone through several old standards, they got her attention but not getting the job done. So, she went to her panty drawer and got her sexiest panties, they weren't much, but for her they were good. Fairly standard high cut french panties with a standard cotton crotch that she just loved to get nice and wet with her excitement. Panties on, non-vibrating dildo in hand, back to the computer, a slight excited flutter in her belly to get a good wet spot going with her fingers on the outside of the panties, then pretend a nice sized cock slides into them, parts her wetness and takes her home. That's it... that's how her life was, no in-depth thought on how it happened, just watching other girls masturbate, wishing it was her, or wishing it was a real cock inside her making her cum... zero creativity. She stopped. Tired of the cycle. She googled a new search, wet panties masturbation. This was different, girls with panties wet just like her doing what she was doing, she watched a few and this was working, still pretty standard, but different, at least it wasn't the "old" her. She slipped the toy inside her and started wiggling around on it. Nice... but it's the same, "I'm going to cum on this toy while wearing my wet panties, i'll take the panties off, wipe off my pussy, wash the toy, go to bed..." She stopped, she started to sob, excitement gone... she looked at more of the videos. She got pretty deep into the search where the results start varying from what you initially intended and found one where a girl was tied up, wearing panties, and peed them. "Hrm... that's really different" she thought "don't know if I like that or not, but what else..." some more videos like this, then a video where a girl was peeing and masturbating at the same time in panties. "That's kinda gross...but no one is here, and if I do die tomorrow, not like anyone is going to find out how my panties got wet in the first place... hrm." This is where things got strange, soon after seeing this video she started having that sensation of waking from a strange dream. A vague lightheaded sensation like she was lying down but also still sitting in the chair, wet panties, dildo, watching girls pee and masturbate.The sensation passed and she kept watching, the porn was gross, pee everywhere, sopping pissed in panties and a girl, screaming through an orgasm that she must have been faking because it was all too much. Yet, she kept watching, like when you come upon a horrific accident, your curiosity glues your attention to the spectacle. She felt her clit tingle and her nipples harden nicely and kept gently stroking her pussy through her panties. "Whatever, no one can see me for being interested, so what if I am, big deal" she said to herself. Several more videos like this, and a very wet pair of panties, her dildo every now and again slipping inside, she wasn't ready to give up and cum, especially watching these videos. It was almost like throwing in the towel, if she came watching these, what kind of person was she? It was getting to her though, she was keeping herself on the edge, prolonging it over and over. This was new to her, delaying an orgasm, denying herself the pleasure was both pleasurable and agony but something about it felt so right. She decided to do a new search and looked for pleasure torture... not much came up, "what do you call this" she thought, orgasm prolonging had more results but not much then she saw a link to something called orgasm control and a whole new world opened. Chapter 2: Awakening These new images flashed on the screen like a secret world she had stumbled into. Men and women, almost all restrained in some way being manipulated by someone else, teased, humiliated, given pleasure, then denied it, over and over the same theme, pleasure, denial, pleasure denial. This is what she had started to do to herself and here was a whole group of strangers doing it with one another. They all had a pain aspect to it also and this was way out of her comfort zone "but you know what" she thought, "I've gone this far... why not a little further?" She started rubbing her nipples first gently, and much to her surprise this sent a massive wave of pleasure straight to her pussy that made her gasp and clench her ass tight on her wet panties. The warm wetness in her ass gave her an extra little thrill but nothing like the new pleasure of playing with her nipples. She teased them gently, pinching them slightly and each time a tingle, a pulse of pleasure, what could be almost described as a mini-orgasm each time, not enough to satisfy but it directly aligned with her new-found pleasure torture. She pinched each nipple harder and harder and reached a point where the pain was too much, no more pleasure now, and her nipples were getting sore. She took some of her wetness from the now slippery and wet pussy lips and rubber her nipples to soothe them. Much better, "maybe pain isn't my thing after all, only 1 way to be sure though!" With that, she stood up started to rub her tight little ass and *whack*... stars. "OH MY GOD NO.... no fucking way!" No, pain was not her thing after all, but the experience did teach her that she could receive pleasure from her nipples and that was well worth the now red and throbbing ass. Sitting back down was delicate but the warm wetness of her panties quickly made her forget the pain. She continued watching and the next video was of a girl, tied up, panties on, and another girl slipping a dildo into her panties so the panties held it inside, then focused on sensual kissing, tonguing her all over, and consistently rubbing her captives nipples. The submissive girl couldn't get away and couldn't stop the onslaught and clearly didn't want to had she been able. This suited her, she felt drawn to this and looked for more like it, some with men in charge, some with women, but all were about 1 person dominating another woman, and controlling her through a pair of panties that would ultimately "catch" all the girls wetness as well as serve as a point of humiliation in some form or another. Her panties were doing the same thing, they were now holding in her wetness as well as the dildo as she watched countless videos and mindlessly rubbed her nipples, never letting herself cum, and why should she, she had nothing to do as the summer had just started and she wanted to see how long she could keep this up before giving up, giving in and going back to her "normal" life. Then it happened again, that wave of dreamlike confusion, this time she felt like she had actually woken up and seen Chris, then man from the date earlier, standing over her doing something but then back to reality in front of her computer, humiliating herself. She stopped again. "What's wrong with me that I can't just finger myself and go to bed?" Expecting an answer she sat there, for nearly 1/2 an hour, sometimes sobbing, wondering what the point was, going so far as to think "if I just end it all now, would it even matter, look at me, a fake dick deep inside me wearing wet panties watching women basically get raped and I'm enjoying it? How far I've sunk, I should be ashamed of myself and I am, but for whatever reason I like this, I hate that I like it, but I do, so now what?" An answer came this time, but not one she was expecting. The dildo popped out of her pussy with an audible "pop" and got caught by her panties followed by a warm trickle of pussy juice. She started laughing immediately "look at me, I squirted, I should call someone and proclaim what a slut I feel like. What would that be like? Hey, Chris remember me from a little while ago, yeah I've been jerking off and just kinda shamefully squired in my panties with a rubber dong want to hang out tomorrow?" No. Her laughter subsided but her desire to finish herself off never did. "Friday night... panties soaked, nipples burning in a good way, wishing I could figure out why I like this porn and needing to get my rocks off all alone... might as well end it with a bang!" Back to google, "how much lower can I sink I wonder" she said out loud. "Let's just combine it all into one search now... 'girls being dominated and not allowed to cum while wearing panties". That got her a big fat nothing in terms of videos, but this time she started getting story results and clicking around and reading the stories was just as good as the videos if not better because now she could insert herself into the stories and fantasize about someone doing it to her rather than watching someone have it done to them. Several of the stories had dialogue in them unlike the videos, an interaction between the captive and the captor. Words, names, suggestions, an overall tone. This fueled her fire as now she started thinking, "Who is doing this to me? Master? Sir? A stranger with no name? The school principal? A student?" One story touched on a girl being tied up and fingered endlessly by her teacher a woman. This hit home with Danielle because she thought of some of the high school girls she taught, but she thought of all the bitchy ones, always coming late, always flirting with boys and how she could teach them a lesson by humiliating them in class, holding them down, making them beg to cum even though they hated her for it... but it didn't seem right, she was too horny to think about making someone else cum and invariable in her mind, the girls would hold her down, and molest her until she agreed to change a grade, or let them leave early. Absurd, but it was working and her mind went with it... what if one of the girls showed up for a parent teacher conference, with her parent, and they did it to her then. "Now that would be something" she thought. "Some bitchy little 18 year old who needs my class to graduate shows up with her cunt of a mother and they start demanding I change her grade so she can graduate, I refuse, they do something to me to knock me out or something and I wake up, tied up somewhere... oh fuck that's nice" she thought with the dildo back inside her, playing with her nipples. Her screensaver had kicked in at this point and rightly so, with these fantasies, who needed porn, "I can think up anything I want, and if I die tomorrow... no one knows a thing! Ok, so I wake up somewhere tied up, spread eagle, we're all naked and the girls mom decided she's going to teach her daughter about control and you can make anyone do what you want if you just bend their mind a little." An interruption happened again, there she was, lying in bed with Chris, him standing over her, he's naked, she's naked, he's got his cock inside her and he's slowing pumping away and a rustling noise fills the room, she's wearing something strange like a thick pair of panties, he's rubbing her nipples and she's babbling something while he comforts her with his words "what a good little girl...." Back to reality again and sitting in front of her PC, her slideshow going, panties drenched, thinking about this anonymous student and mother manipulating her. Danielle thought "why the hell is Chris calling me a little girl? in my dreams? Chapter 3: Training "So, sweetheart, you think you're going to fail my daughter is that right?" said the anonymous woman in Danielle's fantasy. "Let me go, you can't do this to me, this is insanity, you think you're going to get away with this? Not only are we going to get away with it, but you're going to change her grade, you're going to thank us, and you're going to become a whole new little girl when I'm done with you... That's odd" she thought, "that's what Chris called me in my dream... hrm, do I want to be shamed and punished or whatever like a child might be? It does fit the whole submissive rape-fantasy role playing Master/slave kind of role but if I'm her little girl, is she the teacher? No, I'm the teacher, she's the parent of a student, she's a parent. Hrm. No, lady, none of that is going to happen, what's going to happen is that you're going to let me go, Christine here is going to fail my class, and you Mrs. Johnson are going to jail for kidnapping! "You got some of that right little girl, I did 'KID'nap you, because when you take a little girl against her will that's what they call it." Christine giggled at her mothers wit. "Christine dear, girls like Danielle have got a sickness inside them and its up to real women like me, like you'll be some day, to work that sickness out of them. It's like a toxic juice that gums up their inner workings, clouds their minds and makes them all grumpy and bitchy toward real women, big girls, like us. So what do we do now mom?" Christine asked her mother. We get her all prepared and ready to get that nastiness out of her and see the world the way she needs to see it, it's all for her own good, and eventually she'll thank us but it's going to take some time and effort to train her properly. Wow" thought Danielle... "where the hell is all this coming from??? Why have I never thought of this before, it's so fucking sick, but... it totally works. It even aligns itself with my boring life, my failed relationships, everything... if someone would just 'help' me get a better outlook that would fantastic, and I could cum over and over to boot, win win!" "We're going to start with gagging her so no one here's her screams because this is going to get very intense, very fast. Take her panties and stuff them in her mouth, then secure them with this pair of nylons. Good girl Danielle, now relax because the more you struggle the longer this will take. You'll appreciate this, I'm going to give my daughter a lesson and use you as the subject, you should be flattered little girl!" There it was again but this time it felt both humiliating and exciting, Mrs. Johnson's tone was so positive, so full of esteem and yet so condescending at the same time. Danielle was proud of herself for getting so into her fantasy and not feeling guilty about it, and why should she, she was in her own mind, and no one could stop her or judge her, this was hers, she owned it, sick or not, it felt right, let the world go fuck itself with it's right/wrong. She didn't have to answer to anyone. Mrs. Johnson: "Now, Christine, she can't get up, she can't alert anyone to what's happening and she's totally helpless, who else is like that?" Christine: "I'm not sure mom." Mrs. Johnson: "Well, is that what it's like to be you or me at this moment?" Christine: "No... we're in control." Mrs. Johnson: "Exactly, we're in control of little Danielle the helpless little girl who can't get up and can't talk and can't control herself.... what a good girl you are Danielle, lying there helpless and in need, just unable to fend for yourself... like a... like a....?" Christine: "Like a baby!" Mrs. Johnson: "Bingo! But not like a baby... a baby, who can't do anything but take what's given." "Here comes that sensation again like I'm about to wake up, but I'm already awake" thought Danielle. There was Chris, balls deep inside her hot little pussy, thick white panties pulled to the side, rustling like a plastic bag, nipples being teased, something buzzing, somewhere in her panties, feels like she has to poop but not really... "is it my plug, the one I threw out years ago" she wondered, who cares she was in total ecstasy, like a non-stop rolling orgasm, being kissed, nipples burning, ass buzzing, a big thick cock inside her as he said "that's it, you get nice a wet in your diaper for me". To which she heard herself reply, "I'm a good girl Daddy?". "You're a good little girl for me, baby". Ripped back to reality again, Danielle felt tired, she had been masturbating for hours, in and out of consciousness and her pussy was getting a little tender, panties we're clinging to her and her chair was even wet at this point, she felt like she had to pee, but she'd finish up soon, pee, and pass out. "Wait, diaper? You know what... at this point who cares I just want to cum. Christine: "So what's first mommy? Do we beat her up? Do we take pictures of her like this and threaten to send them to everyone?" Mrs. Johnson: "It's almost as though you're not listening at all Christine... I'm going to teach you how to make her a helpless little baby and when you're done, she's going to change your grade willingly." Christine: "I still don't get how that's possible but whatever...let's get started?" Mrs. Johnson: "Baby, Christine is going to begin working on you, I hope you don't fuss too much, it's time to make all that nasty negative gunk inside you come out and turn you into the sweet little girl you really are. Christine, gently insert this vibrating plug into her ass and while you do it, praise her, constantly be praising her and telling her how she needs this and how she really wants it but is too scared so we have to force her." Christine: "Ohhhh I get it, we're going to fuck with her so much and humiliate her to a point where she just accepts it and gives up, and does what we say? Like how they torture prisoners but instead we're going to make it like this is to her benefit?" Mrs. Johnson: "Mommies little girl, I'm so proud of you for picking it up so quickly... and soon she's going to be your little girl!" Christine: "Ok little one, time for your bottom to get nice and full, lets just lift you up and spread those pink little cheeks... that's it, you can't stop me, you're such a good baby, that's it, let it slip inside nice and easy, it gets wider but then it gets smaller again and it's going to feel so good in your little baby bottom, what a good girl you are, I see you struggling and trying to push it out but you know this is good for you so just relax... and... all the way in... yayyyyyyy what a good girl you are baby, you're mommies good little baby!" Mrs. Johnson: "You're doing great, but while you're praising her you have to give her some positive feelings as well, so now the next phase is to keep her clean, secure, but also happy... babies never like to be changed and hate being cold so we need to cover her up a bit while also making her feel good. Go get the diaper from my briefcase and some powder. Good... now... slide the diaper underneath her, that's it... Danielle stop fussing, no need to cry baby, it'll all be over when you accept it. That's it Christine powder that little cunny because she's going to need that once she starts getting wet. Good, now, pull the diaper up but don't tape it closed yet, rub some powder under her nose and tell her she's a good little baby slave. Perfect. Now the fun can start little Danielle! Take you hand start rubbing her pussy over the diaper, gentle little circles, this will arouse her and infuriate her at the same time, while you do that I'm going to gently rub her little nipples and baby is going to get VERY upset at her arousal so we need lots of praise and continued rubbing" Christine: "Here we go with your baby training little girl, I'm going to make you so happy in your diaper! Chapter 4: Reality? Danielle imagined this continued for quite some time in her fantasy while in reality the pressure in her bladder continued to build and she was still gently masturbating in front of her computer, all sense of time gone, lost in pleasure, lost in thought, just going with it, exhausted and accepting. Mrs. Johnson: "I think you know what to do now, I'm going to leave and when I come back I expect a well trained little baby slut who needs her mommy and does what mommy wants... this is how you get what you want in life sweetie, people will love you and if they won't, you make them through controlled pleasure. See you later little girl" Christine: "Bye mom! Ok honey, mommies here little one, making your little cunny nice and wet, nice and warm in your baby diaper, you're going to be such a good little diaper slave for mommy always creamy in your diaper, always wanting to make cummies for me, always turned on and needing to be filled but trapped in your diaper like a baby should be. Christine now alternated between rubbing Danielle's nipples and diapered pussy, Danielle couldn't stay still, she couldn't believe this was happening to her, being raped by a girl being diapered being treated so nicely but for all the wrong reasons she didn't know what to do but couldn't deny the fact that her body was so turned on she could cum at any moment, if only she could get more of the sensations, more would be so much better and then she's agree to Christine's terms even if it was a lie she could finally get away and get help. She couldn't help moan though, and she loved her fantasy, being so twisted but feeling so good. Christine: "Mommies little girl is getting awfully wet in her baby diaper isn't she, I can peel back the diaper and see you're little lips are so creamy and gooey your bottom is probably used to the plug by now so its time to turn it on. There we go, its buzzing away, ohhhh no, baby don't squirm, it's good for you, it makes all that nasty girl poison come out of you, that's why you're getting so wet, it's the bad stuff I told you needs to come out in order for you to be my trained little baby slut remember? Mommies going to work it all out of you, and your diaper is going to catch it all and you'll be a good little diaper girl from now on. The plug is in your bottom to help, you see the longer mommy works your hot little cunny in your baby diaper, the more goo comes out into your baby diaper and the quicker you'll be turned into my helpless little baby slut. That's also why mommy keeps saying these key phrases to her little diaper girl over and over with all the pleasure you can handle. The more mommies helpless diaper girl hears all these baby words and phases the harder it'll be for baby to resist, and soon enough mommies little diaper baby will love her diapers so much, she'll want her diapers wrapped tight around her wet little baby cunny keeping her nice and warm and catching all her sticky goo-goo's." Danielle started crying, in her fantasy, and for real, this was the release she needed, she wanted to make this a reality somehow but she couldn't, and her mind was in three places at once it seemed, fantasy, reality, and her dream of Chris doing this to her. She needed to cum, she needed to pee, and it was all so close. Christine: "That's it baby, you let it all out, mommies going to fasten this diaper on nice and tight and let you rest a bit, ok? Or does baby give up, does baby need her mommy, if baby needs her mommy to make her creamies come out into her baby diaper then baby just needs to beg? Mommy understands you can't talk but I'll understand if you shake your head, if your mommies girl now you shake your head and mommy will complete your baby training?" Danielle panicked, she didn't shake her head and her mommy walked away, and in her fantasy screamed through her gag for her mommy to keep going she was so close it couldn't end like this, what was wrong with her, why was she denying herself pleasure, all night she did this to herself, stopping and starting because her sad thoughts got in the way, just like real life where everything was plain and boring, where Chris wouldn't get closer, where her friends and family were dismissive and her job a dead-end. She was going to finish this, she was going to go through with it and complete this weird journey regardless of her own mind getting in the way. Danielle cried out and her mommy looked over, Danielle gave up and shook her head. Christine: "Is baby ready to gush out all her goo-goo's into her creamy baby diaper and become mommies good little diaper slut?" Danielle shook her head again. Christine: "Good girl, now let mommy fasten your diaper on nice and tight so her hands are free and mommy can turn you into a full time diapered little baby slut. That's it, is that good, nice and tight, your creamy diaper all slick and ready for you to wet with your naughty stickies? Of course you are, your mommies good little diaper slave. I have a surprise for you, the only way to get the bad stickies out and train your right is to get nice and deep inside your little cunny so mommy has this big thick strap-on to work it out of you. All I have to do now, is slip your baby diaper to the side and gently ease it all the way inside you. That's mommies good little girl, you take it nice and deep while I rub your little baby nipples. Now that's it you grind on it... mommies not going to stop pumping and rubbing your nipples until you scream and cream... good girl, you work your cunny against that diaper and around your mommies pee-pee, that pee-pee feels so good doesn't it, it's your salvation baby, it's your way of transforming into a good little diaper baby." Chapter 5: Acceptance? Just as she Danielle was feeling like this was it, she faded back into her dream with Chris, there he was, his slender effeminate body, big thick cock pounding away at her, the thick diaper rustling away, the buzzing in her ass from the plug, her pussy working against his cock... when he spoke... Chris: "That's my good girl you keep working your cunny and you make a creamy soon, your training is almost over baby, just give up and let the machine do it's work." "The machine?" Danielle thought? She looked around in her dream and saw she was on a medical table, an IV in her arm, heart monitor, blood pressure cuff, and she was up in stirrups. Chris noticed her becoming more aware and spoke again. Chris: "You're such a good girl Danielle I just had to have you, when I slipped my finger inside you on our date it was to distract you from the tiny injection I gave you in your arm, an injection that would keep you sedated long enough to get you into my special room in my home." Chris, all the while was still gently rubbing Danielle's nipples and sliding the cock effortlessly in and out of her soaked, hot, wet diapered pussy. "I've wanted to meet you for some time, I've been watching you, I know how miserable you really are and I know just how to make you happy, but it required some training on your behalf and I knew you'd never get into it willingly..." With that, Chris took off his shirt and revealed breasts, Chris was a girl, Christine, s/he was her height, soft features, slender, not handsome, but not unattractive, cute... Chris: "Please relax Danielle, I know the real you, it's exactly who you just fantasized about with a little help from the sedation and the programming you've been getting during your training... you've been here with me for days, reminded of your life, reminded of what you're going to leave behind and reminded that the real you is worth it, let me complete your training and you'll be mommies little diaper girl forever..." It all came crashing down. The dream of Chris fucking her was a reality, the reality of her home in front of her computer was part of a conditioning and training torture she was enduring, and the fantasy of being raped by a girl and turned into a baby slave tied the 2 together. Danielle burst into tears, real tears, she didn't know what to believe and she started to panic and try to get away. Christine was crushed... but selfish, and determined to follow through with her plans. She pressed a button on the IV to sedate Danielle further.... Danielle slipped back into her fantasy with Mommy Christine. Christine: "That's it baby, you're almost done, you're just about there... you're going to make a nice sticky creamy on mommies cock. Your baby cunny is going to flood your baby diaper, and then you'll be all mine. Cum for mommy, cum in your diaper, cum like a little baby who can't control herself and wants a new life as a diapered baby slave..." Danielle tensed, Christine turned off the IV, Danielle woke into reality as she flooded her diaper with cum, pee, and pushing the buzzing plug out. An orgasm would be a cheap way to describe what happened. It was literally life altering, she came so hard, crying, screaming into her gag, pushing the strap-on from her pussy, pushing Christine back from her with pee and cum running out of her, running out of her diaper the plug falling to the floor snapped her back to reality. Gasping for breath Christine released the gag and she drew several deep breaths like a newborn filling it's lungs for the first time. Christine got back between her legs and slid the strap-on back inside her and continued to gently pump and rub her nipples. She knew if Danielle had truly been trained this moment was key to establishing a bond with her and gaining her trust as her mommy regardless of who Danielle really was now she had to try. Christine: "That's mommies good girl, you did so good making a big wet creamy and pushing out all the naughty girl cummies, are you ready for a fresh diaper little baby girl?" Danielle: "... yes mommy, baby wants a clean diaper and another creamy in my cunny, I still feel like a naughty girl and only mommy can make me a good little diapered baby slave." This is what Danielle said... but is it what she thought?
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  18. Within a city and suburb of millions, women of means and power engage in a secretive, fetishistic hobby. Housewives, blue and white collar professionals, doctors, military and police women, the crowd runs the gambit. They come to see comely young women, dressed only in diapers, battle each other for the amusement of these perverted patrons, diaper, bondage, and fight lovers all. Not for blood (though broken noses and cuts do occur), but for the titilation. The combatants themselves are also a varied lot. Many are abducted slaves or poor indebted souls blackmailed into being prisoner gladiators. A few others are free women who do it for the sizable purse that a self sponsored battler can get. A few others still do it purely for their own kinked desires. The mad circus is overseen by TV magnate and DL libertine Nicole Reagan, a woman with a touch for decadent flair, more money than Fort Knox, and fingers in everyone's pie.
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  25. Looking to get rid of my restraints i have as I don't use them. I'd like to sell them for 40USD I bought the set a year ago for 70 from a local leather worker Really high quality only used a few times. Wrists are 10" Ankles are 12" I don't really want to ship but I can aslong as you don't mind paying the shipping. USPS flat rate box they should fit in should cost 10 bucks so 50USD for them + the shipping