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Little Bee: Chapter 1 Note: this story takes place in the world of “Classified: A New Life” as written by Brutal_Ink. I hope that I can do justice to their wonderfully creative work and compelling world setting. Credit as well to @destinedfordiaperstories on Tumblr for expanding the world with their phenomenal story “Sammy’s Little Problem” Classification Day. If there were two words that struck more dread into the heart of an 18 year old, nobody had spoken them yet. Classification Day, also known as the last day of Senior Year, was the day that every high school senior would find out what their future would look like. The graduating class received their test results today, and would be classified as Caregivers, Littles, or Neutrals based on a wide variety of testing of genetic markers, enzymes in the blood, and various other measurements, profiling, and characteristics, both biological and mental. The CGL Gene that was discovered after the evolutionary shift in humanity that had become known as the Great Mutation usually began to manifest after the age of 18, so the school year was scheduled to end shortly before graduating students would begin to see the changes their genetics would make to their bodies and minds, which is why test results were given out towards the end of the last day of school. Caregivers developed powerful instincts to care for those in need, as well as higher physical strength to aid them in this task. Caregivers often, but not always, adopted Littles and made sure they were happy and safe. Those that did not adopt always pursued careers that cared for and protected others. Littles were the opposite, they found themselves regressing to an earlier stage of childhood and losing varying degrees of muscle mass, motor skills, emotional regulatory abilities, and toileting skills as most found themselves effectively incontinent and irrevocably requiring diapers at all times. Level 1 Littles regressed the most, and were essentially infants. Level 2 Littles retained the vast majority of their motor skills and other faculties, their largest sectors of regression being a complete loss of potty training and significant reduction of their ability to keep their emotions under control. Tantrums were common among Level 2 Littles, and they all needed diapers as well. Level 3 Littles regressed the least, retaining much of their emotional control as well as their potty training in many cases. While some still needed diapers, many level 3 Littles needed only Pull Ups for the occasional accident, as well as nighttime, with some even being able to wear normal underwear. Neutrals saw no changes, and were essentially the same as Humans before the Great Mutation, accounting for slightly more than half of the total population. Jamie Holbrook stood in the school’s Common area, feeling a bit of trepidation. She was quite attractive, many would say cute. Petite, slender, and a Ginger, Jamie stood only 5 feet, 2 inches (157 cm) tall and weighed around 108 pounds (49 kg) if she were soaking wet and had a brick in her pocket. Jamie’s alabaster skin was dotted with freckles, and she wore her red hair in twin braids. Behind her oval-rimmed glasses, her green eyes were focused on the pristine white envelope she held. She was about to see what the future held when a piercing shriek resonated through the Commons. Apparently, Chelsea Taylor, known as the Queen of Mean, had received her results. Chelsea was one of those kids that had everything handed to them, and didn’t know what honest work even was. Chelsea’s family was wealthy, and she herself was stunningly beautiful. Tall and blonde, she knew how gorgeous she was, which was probably the root of her long list of character defects. She was an entitled, spoiled brat that thought she was better than everyone else and frequently asked if they knew who she was or who her father was and had tormented Jamie’s small circle of friends from as early as First Grade. Like Jamie, Chelsea came from a long line of Neutrals, so the results of her being a Neutral as well were all but guaranteed. Furious, she stomped up to the lab technicians that had been charged with distributing the test results. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? There is NO WAY this is right! Do you not even know how to run a blood test?” she demanded to a woman wearing a lab coat, her black hair in a tight bun. “I’m sorry, Miss…” “Taylor! CHELSEA TAYLOR! Do you know who I am?” This kind of scene was all too common on Classification Day. When someone couldn’t accept what their test results were, the responses were usually grief or extreme anger. One could teach a college level course on the Five Stages of Grief simply by observing students on Classification Day. Clearly, Chelsea was still in the first stage: Denial. The lab tech had seen this exact scene play out time and time again, a scene Jamie was watching. “No, Miss Taylor, I don’t know who you are. What seems to be the problem?” the tech asked, knowing perfectly well what the problem was. Right on cue, Chelsea moves into the second stage: Anger. “It’s these bullshit results! Level 1 Little? With all the Neutrals in my family? How could you get something so simple this wrong?” she shouted. Blinded by her anger, the Queen of Mean had no idea she had just spilled the most delicious tea that this class of Seniors had ever heard as she continued her tirade. Chelsea was one of those unpopular popular girls that was firmly entrenched in the top 5% of the social hierarchy, with the other 95% hating her due to her entitled attitude and Godzilla-sized superiority complex. Jamie noted that Chelsea had moved into the third stage: Bargaining. She was making good progress. If she had applied herself this much to her studies, the academic world would be losing quite the scholar with her soon transitioning into a Level 1 Little. “There…there has to be some mistake, right? This isn’t supposed to happen, maybe….maybe you could run the tests again?” The lab technician sighed heavily. This part was never easy. “Miss Taylor, I understand that these results are upsetting, it’s only natural. However, I can assure you that, as difficult as this is to hear, they are accurate. Our testing is exhaustive, the results triple-checked for accuracy. However….” the tech writes down a number on a sticky note and gives it to the fallen princess. “If you call this number you can request further review. For now, I suggest you report to the Nurse’s office, as you will need to be properly diapered before you leave here, you will begin to see changes very soon, so you had best be prepared. Good day.” Jamie couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. Where was this lab tech all her life to smack Chelsea down when she was….well, being Chelsea? The now-deposed Queen of Mean lowered her head for probably the first time in her life and shuffled by Jamie and a few other onlookers, having moved on to the fourth stage: Depression. All of them wore expressions of sympathy and pity. Chelsea was a bitch, sure, but nobody deserved this. Her life was essentially over, she would spend the rest of her days as a gurgling infant. The only upside being that she would more than likely no longer remember what she had lost as she endlessly emptied jars of baby food and filled her diapers. She glared at Jamie and hissed “I suppose you think that’s funny?” Before Jamie could respond with something even remotely decent, that any normal human with a shred of compassion or empathy would say, her best friend in the world, Leon, showed that he had woken up today and chosen violence. Leon Black was as nice a guy as you’d ever meet. A loyal and protective friend with long blonde hair and blue eyes, he was always trying to get Jamie to laugh. However, he had a tongue that could cut like a surgeon’s scalpel, and he wielded it with similar precision. He wasn’t one of the popular kids, which is why he and Jamie were friends. That said, nobody messed with him for fear of getting flayed to the bone by his lightning wit. By Sophomore year, he had turned so many of his classmates who had tested him into laughingstocks, the kids that liked to pick on others had decided it was best to just leave him alone. Leon was a wordsmith, and he did not hesitate to serve a plate of gourmet roast to people that clearly had it coming. The boy had simply never met a bear he didn’t want to poke with a sharp stick. Luckily, Leon could also fight, so his fists could cash the checks his mouth wrote. “Come on now, Chelsea, it’s not that bad! I mean, you’ve had people waiting on you hand and foot your whole life, what’s even gonna change,” Leon paused to take a sip of his soda, “besides your diapers, that is?” he said, the brazen teenager clearly getting payback for all these years of Chelsea making their lives tough. Chelsea couldn’t believe it, that this smartass…..NOBODY….would dare speak to HER like that. She opened her mouth to respond, but thought twice and instead launched a slap at Leon’s face. Unfortunately for Chelsea, Leon’s reflexes were almost as quick as his wit, and he swayed back out of range, the Queen of Mean’s attack completely missing him. “Hey! We don’t hit!” Leon shouted in the same tone a parent would use to admonish an unruly child. “Don’t worry Chelsea, no doubt Gucci makes some really cute onesies and frilly diaper covers. You’ll be just as fashionable as ever, I’m sure!” Rather than continue her fruitless battle against an unconquerable foe, Chelsea concedes defeat, but not before making one last attempt to save some of her soon-to-be nonexistent dignity, once her days became focused on bottles, burping, baths, and blowouts. “If someone like ME is Level 1,” she spat, “Then there is no way that a smart-mouthed, evolutionary dead end like you could possibly be anything else but Level 1 as well.” She then turned on her heel and stormed off towards the Nurse’s Office, where further humiliation in the form of a thick, fluffy diaper awaited her. “Aight, cool, see you at daycare!” Leon called after the departing Chelsea, who paused for a second, then continued on, having clearly entered into the final stage of grief: Acceptance. Jamie, who had been holding her laughter, immediately started in on Leon. She began playfully swatting at her razor-tongued best friend as she laughingly scolded him as she so often found herself doing. “You asshole….you unbelievable asshole,” she said, her voice a loud whisper mixed with laughter. “Chelsea’s as awful as they come, but not even she deserved that! What if YOU end up Level 1?” After parrying the last of Jamie’s assault, Leon grins and laughs before speaking. “Bitch please, I could be classed a Level -100, and revert to a sperm cell they have to inject back into my old man’s nutsack, and that would have still been worth it. If I’m a Level 1, I would meet my fate proudly, for I have at long last slain the Queen of Mean, and now I am awaited in Valhalla. I shall ride eternal, shiny and chrome.” Leon says while posing dramatically with his easy, warm laugh, referencing the film Mad Max: Fury Road. “WITNESS ME!” This is why Jamie loved Leon’s rogueish charm. He treated her as the little sister he never had, even though they were the same age. He always knew how to make her laugh. “You…are SUCH a prick.” Jamie retorted, letting some of her own laughter free of the pit she was forced to banish it to. “Don’t you know Little Abuse is illegal? Forget prison, you’re going to HELL, and I’m going with you for saying this, but that was awesome, Leon.” She couldn’t explain why, but she felt nervous today. At the start of the day, she wasn’t worried about her results. She came from a line of Neutrals even longer than Chelsea, but with what happened to her, a small seed of fear had crept into her heart. “You got your results?” she asked her friend. “Right here,” Leon said, holding up his white envelope. Leon’s family had a pretty good variety of Littles, Neutrals, and Caregivers, so there was a very real chance that he would end up in daycare with Chelsea. For all his cavalier attitude and jovial nature, Jamie knew her friend better than anyone. He was terrified, his joking and boasting a cover. Leon was no fool, he knew what was at stake here. He took a deep breath, and tore the envelope open. With shaking hands, he unfolded the sheet of paper. Leon read the document, his eyebrows raised, then furrowed. Jamie respected Leon’s privacy enough to refrain from trying to peek at the sheet he was reading, but the confusion he felt was unmistakable. “Dude….what the….what the hell?” he asked rhetorically. “Leon, what does it say, man? I know it doesn’t take that long to read one word and maybe a number,” Jamie said. In response, Leon flipped the paper around so Jamie could read it. Written plainly on the sheet was Leon’s Classification: BLACK, LEON JAMES: CAREGIVER. “Well, I’ll be damned,” Jamie said, surprised but not that much. “I don’t get it,” Leon said, more confused than anything else. “I’m a soulless monster, not a Caregiver.” Jamie rolled her eyes and sighed, her frustration with her clueless friend peaking. “Dude, have you just not been paying for like, your ENTIRE life? Looking back, you’ve had Caregiver signs the whole time I’ve known you.” Jamie said. Leon’s confusion has not yet been pierced. “That’s crazy, what do you mean?” “Well, think about it, you’ve been looking out for me for as long as I’ve known you. When we were kids, and your mom would take us to the pool, who kept on me to keep applying sunscreen so my little Ginger ass wouldn’t get cooked? It was you, Leon. That time in 3rd grade when I forgot my lunch, you shared yours with me. When I stayed over at your house, and that big storm knocked out the power, and I was freaking out because I’m scared of the dark, who was there for me? You, stupid. When I broke my arm Freshman year, you carried my books. Who picks me up every morning for school because I don’t have a driver’s license? You.” “That’s because you’re my best friend, Jamie. You know I love you and I got your back, right?” Leon retorted. “It’s more than that man, you take care of EVERYONE. Yes, you’re an asshole with a smart mouth that I am REALLY surprised hasn’t gotten you killed at this point, but that’s just a front. I KNOW you, we can’t hide from each other. When it REALLY counts, when it REALLY matters, you come through 10 times out of 10. You’re a freakin’ rock, dude,” Jamie explains. Leon nods as he recalls all the moments Jamie reminded him of and realizes that she is right. “Yeah…you’re right, you’re SO right. I’ve always just wanted to help, I guess now I know why.” “Duh.” is all Jamie says. She hands her envelope to Leon. “Here, open that and tell me I’m a Neutral.” Leon takes the envelope and chuckles, “Yeah, right,” he says while opening Jamie’s envelope. After opening the sheet of paper containing the biggest non-spoiler in the history of Classification Day, Leon’s eyes widen for just a moment, then he gets a devilish grin on his face. “You want your results? Come get ‘em!” he says as he takes off down the hallway, away from the Commons. What Jamie doesn’t see are the tears in Leon’s eyes as she takes off after him, shouting “HEY! NO FAIR!” Leon leads Jamie to an empty part of the school hallways, not far from where their former lockers now stand empty, and comes to a stop. Jamie catches up, grinning, and punches him on the arm. “Dick,” she says with a laugh. She takes a moment to catch her breath, and notices that Leon isn’t laughing, he ALWAYS laughs his fool head off when teasing her like this. The seed of fear in Jamie’s heart has now taken root. “Hey man, what’s your problem, what’s….Leon…what’s going on?” she asks, worried. Jamie has known Leon long enough to where she knows when he is and is not messing with her, and the rogueish trickster’s demeanor is completely serious. He takes Jamie’s hand into his and looks into her green eyes. “Jamie, I brought you here because I didn’t want you to find out in the Commons and act up like Chelsea. You’re a Little,” he says, his heart breaking for the cute redheaded girl that has been his best friend from the time they met. They had never even considered dating, because they were too much like brother and sister and didn’t want to make it weird. “I’m sorry.” “What? That’s stupid, I’m gonna get you for screwing with me like this, and I’m ESPECIALLY gonna fuck you up for making me run, and…” Leon cuts Jamie off by simply shoving the piece of paper with her Classification into her hands so she can see for herself. There it was, in plain black and white, unmistakable and final: HOLBROOK, JAMIE LYNN: LEVEL 2/ LEVEL 3 HYBRID LITTLE What little color Jamie naturally possesses in her face vanishes, her features as pale as moonlight. She wasn’t going to shout and curse like Chelsea, but it still didn’t seem real. Her family had been “Oops, All Neutrals” for so long she had begun to question if she even HAD a CGL Gene. With all the subtlety of a haymaker to the face, Jamie now knows that she does, and she knows her CGL Gene’s plans for her future. As the inevitable tears begin to fall, Leon wraps his arms around the petite redhead. Standing at an even 6 feet tall, 8 inches taller than Jamie, he engulfs her in his arms and holds her head close to his chest. At this moment, Leon realizes that he truly is a Caregiver. His heart is torn to shreds for his friend, as he tries to remember lessons and protocol that he only half paid attention to in class. “It’s ok, Jamie, it’s ok, I’m here.” Leon didn’t know much about this whole Hybrid business, but what he DID know was that every Little was sent home in either a diaper or a Pull Up. Accidents were quite common, especially with the anxiety and heightened emotions the Classification of Little tended to cause. Leon knew that the Nurse’s Office was their next destination, before Jamie had an accident herself. Jamie had begun to panic, her breathing becoming shallow and ragged as tears continued to stream down her face. Her voice is meek and timid as she looks up to her friend that could continue to take his first steps into adulthood, while she would never get the chance. Instead, Jamie would be returning to the days of having her diaper changed and early bedtimes. “Leon…what am I gonna do? My dad…he….he HATES L-Littles. He’s a meanie, always…saying such awful things, and…and, there are no Caregivers in my f-f-family to…to take care of m-me. I don’t wanna wear a diaper….” Jamie says between her sobs, her last statement close to whining. Leon can’t explain it, but he KNOWS what to do. His instincts guide him, and he tightens his embrace on Jamie and softly reassures her while stroking the back of her head. “Shhhhhh…..it’s okay, I’ve got you, sweetie. Just listen to my heartbeat, ok? Maybe this Hybrid stuff means you won’t need diapers or something. There’s some Level 3 in your Classification too, you know? We can ask the School Nurse when we see her. Let’s catch our breath, and go there now, think you can do that for me?” he asks, his voice a gentle caress. It becomes clear to Leon from Jamie’s recent use of “no fair” and “meanie” that she is already showing signs of the early stages of her transition, and what she asks him next galvanizes his assessment. “Why?” she asks him timidly. “You know why, Jamie,” he responds. “She’s gonna want to DIAPER me, I don’t need it, I’m not a baby,” she says indignantly. “I know, but they won’t let you leave without protection. I know you don’t need it, but we have to see the nurse. Let’s see if we can get by with a Pull Up, ok?” Leon says to try and placate his friend. “No. I don’t want to. I don’t…” she begins before Leon cuts her off. “Jamie,” he says firmly, “this isn’t something you can refuse. Look, if you fight and try to delay, you’ll only be proving that you DO need to be in a diaper. However, if you play along and don’t fuss, I’ll bet you the Nurse will think a Pull Up is all you’ll need. Come on, honey, work with me here and let’s split the difference, ok?” Jamie hated this so much. She hated how scared and alone she felt, she hated that she had to impose on Leon like this, and most of all, she hated that he was right. She sniffled one last time as she somehow managed to bring her tears under control, and nodded in agreement. “You….you won’t tell anyone what I’m wearing, will you?” Jamie asks sadly. Taking Jamie by the hand and gently leading the stunned, unsteady girl towards the Nurse’s Office, Leon shakes his head. “Come on now, you have to know that I’d never do that to you. We’ve kept each other’s secrets for years, why would I stop now?” “It’s not gonna be a secret for long…” Jamie says, feeling a pout coming on. Leon nods. “Well, when you're right, you're right I suppose. We can deal with that later. For now, it IS still a secret from everyone except you, me, and pretty soon the nurse, so let’s take advantage of the distraction Chelsea so generously provided to make a clean getaway.” Jamie nods as the two friends approach the Nurse’s Office. Mercifully, it is nearly deserted, as all the other Littles have reported in and gone home. Jamie realizes that Leon’s little prank of running off with her Classification results wasn’t just to lure her away so she could hear the news privately. He did it to give the crowd of new Littles needing diapered time to thin out at the Nurse’s Office, so that Jamie could face this trial free of prying eyes and have just a few precious extra moments to prepare herself. Such a shame, she thought, that he wouldn’t be eligible to adopt a Little for several years. He was taking to the role wonderfully, even at this early stage. Still holding Jamie by the hand, who by now has assumed the timid demeanor of a child in trouble, Leon opens the door and gently guides her in. The school nurse, seated at her desk and tapping away at her computer, no doubt updating the student medical files with their new Classifications, looks up at the newcomers. “Well, I thought all the new Littles had already all been seen,” she says in a friendly manner as she gets up and approaches Leon and Jamie. “Don’t worry, we’ll get this over with as soon as possible. Can I please see your Classifications so I know what to get you?” Leon goes first, showing his Classification papers. “Uh, I’m just here to help. You know, support my best friend through a tough time?” he says. The nurse smiles warmly at the kindhearted (but acid-tongued) young man just beginning his journey. “I can already see that you’re going to be a wonderful Caregiver, Mr. Black. If you choose to adopt a Little when you’re able, it’s the most wonderful thing. It isn’t always easy, but it is very rewarding,” she says while Leon nods and subtly steps back while nudging Jamie forward. Figuring out that she’ll need to diaper Jamie, based on the crestfallen teenager’s silence and very noticeable desire to hide, she feels a great swell of pity for the cute redheaded girl. The nurse loved caring for Littles, but seeing them on Classification Day, when they had just had their entire lives upended and their futures rewritten, stolen, some would say, was the absolute worst part of the job. It killed Caregivers like herself to see these kids at this moment, when they needed a hug the most but were still too proud or angry to accept it. “Thank you, Mr. Black, I’ll take it from here. If you could wait outside and close the door, I’ll have your friend ready to go in no time at all. Isn’t that right, Ms…..” Jamie stood silently before realizing that was her cue to speak. “Oh...um…H-Holbrook. J-Jamie Holbrook” she says as she raises her arm to hand over her Classification paperwork. Jamie breaks down in tears and confesses “I’m a Little….” The Nurse’s Caregiver skills and instincts are so finely tuned she has Jamie wrapped in a hug before she can finish her statement, hoping to head off a major breakdown. Jamie does not resist, instead returning the Nurse’s gesture. “Hey, hey, it’s ok, sweetheart, it’s ok. I know everything seems so hard right now, and you may not believe me, but it does get better. It really does, I promise you.” The Nurse takes a look at the shaking, sobbing teenager’s paperwork while still holding on to her. She raises an eyebrow at the unusual Classification results. “A Hybrid? I’m sure that’s very confusing, but it’s not unheard of. Now, let’s get you all set, I imagine you’d like to get home and get some rest, hmm? It’s been a pretty big day after all, but it’s almost over. All the buses will have left by the time we’re done here, so do you have a way to get home safely?” the Nurse asks as she disengages the embrace and takes a step back to size up Jamie. She measures the new Little visually to see what size and style of diaper is right for her. Managing to bring her sobbing under control, Jamie answers the Nurse’s question. “Uh…yeah. M-my friend, Leon, he’s who I came in with. He…he picks me up for school and takes me home. He’s…he’s really good to me. I uh, I don’t have a driver’s license.” The Nurse steps over to a cabinet and opens it. Predictably, it is filled with various kinds of diapers in various sizes. She continues the conversation as she starts extracting various supplies. “Well, that’s for the best. All Littles have their driver’s licenses rescinded when they register as Littles, so that’s one less thing for you to worry about. Okay sweetheart, I need you to get your shoes and pants off, then hop up here so we can get this done” she says, patting the examination table and holding a plain white diaper that Jamie did not doubt would fit her perfectly. “FUCK! This is it!” Jamie thinks to herself as her fight or flight response chooses flight. She backs away from the table, stammering. “W-w-w-wait…just….just a minute…..” she squeaks out. They always did this, every one, every time. As soon as that diaper comes into play, the desperation kicks in. The Nurse sighs, her heart aching for this scared young girl. Still, she didn’t have time for this. “Jamie, honey, I know that this is really upsetting, but I also know that you know that this is going to happen, one way or another. Think of your friend, Leon. Do you really want to have an accident in his car while he’s taking you home, after he’s been so good to you and helped you get through today?” Jamie, threatened with the diaper, jumps at the Pull Up. “I know…it’s just….I’m not ready. I know everyone says that, but….can…can I have a Pull Up instead?” Jamie asks. “Jamie, your Classification is as a Level 2 and 3 Hybrid. We don’t know which aspects are going to be at what levels. It’s too early to say what kind of protection you’ll need, if any. I just want to play it safe, and start at the top. If it’s more than you need, you can step down to something lighter, and there won’t be any messes to clean up. Work with me here, sweetie. These are actually really soft and comfortable once you get used to them. I have to get SOMETHING on your bottom before you can go” the Nurse reasons, trying to lower Jamie’s anxiety before she suffers an embarrassing accident. “I know….I know, you’re right.” It’s…just…can’t we go in the opposite direction? Start at the bottom with what goes on my bottom, and I can go up if I need it? I’ll clean up any messes, honest,” she pleads. The Nurse finds what Jamie says next absolutely soul crushing. “Please…please let me pretend I’m still a big girl for a little while longer…” The Nurse’s Caregiver instincts take over, seeing a way for Jamie to salvage at least some dignity from the situation while still getting the adequate protection the redheaded Little requires. “Ok Jamie, we’ll do things your way,” she says, seeing Jamie’s expression brighten just a little bit by the Nurse letting her have her way. “Here’s what I’m going to do: I’m going to give you a Pull Up, and I want you to put it on. While you’re doing that, I’m going to put a little starter kit together for you. I’ll give you a few diapers, some Pull Ups, wipes, and powder. This will give you a better idea of what you’ll need when you go to the Little supply store. You can wear what you want, but promise me that if those Pull Ups aren’t enough, you’ll change into a diaper. Tonight, when you go to bed, I want you to strongly consider a diaper. Most Littles need more protection during the night, so please just work with me here, ok honey?” Jamie nods eagerly, ready to comply if it will keep her out of diapers for even a few more hours. She hops up on the examination table, and begins to untie her shoes. As she kicks off her sneakers, the Nurse wordlessly glides by and places an unfolded Pull Up on the table, remaining close in the event her aid is required. Jamie stands, and unbuttons her pants before sliding them down her legs, leaving her in just her t-shirt, socks, and panties. Jamie picks up the clean white Pull Up and examines it, but can’t quite figure out which side goes in the back. She looks to the Nurse, her expression asking for help. “It’s like this, this mark here on the waistband goes in the back, and the longer parts of the stretchy sides are also meant to go in the back, see?” She says before continuing her lesson on basic Pull Up features. “The seams on the side are tear-away, so it’s easy to take off once it gets wet.” She runs her hands up through the leg holes, and stretches the absorbent underpants out while kneeling down. “Now, take off your panties, and step in, please” Still preferring this to an outright diapering, Jamie slips her underwear down her legs and steps into the Pull Up. The Nurse slides it up her legs, and pulls it up tight against Jamie’s petite frame. She then shows the Ginger Little how to run her fingers along the leak guards to make sure those are sitting properly. Jamie is mortified, but complies nonetheless, knowing what the alternative is. “There we are, all snug and protected, as all Littles should be,” the Nurse says with a smile as Jamie bashfully examines her new underwear and moves to get accustomed to the feel. “Feels like…like a really big pad,” Jamie says, wincing. “Still, it’s not so bad. You were right, it does feel really soft.” “See? I told you it would be ok.” the Nurse says as Jamie pulls her jeans back on over the Pull Up and buttons her pants. She then picks her shoes up and finds a chair, and quickly slips them back on before tying the laces. As she is busy with her shoes, the Nurse comes over with a box. “4 Pull Ups and 4 diapers in your size, powder, and wipes. You will need to get to a Little supply store and get some diapers either tomorrow or the next day. I know this seems like a lot, but it can run out really fast if your potty control slips too far, and the Pull Ups aren’t enough. So once you have a general idea of what you need, get to the store, ok honey?” the Nurse tells a furiously blushing Jamie as she hands the box over. As Jamie turns to finally leave, the Nurse has one last thing for the new Little: a red lollipop. “Here, take this as a reward for not fussing too much, I promise it will make you feel better. You can even have it right now,” guessing from Jamie’s shy behavior that she will be the kind of Little that likes to be given permission. Jamie takes the lollipop and thanks the Nurse for her help. She’s still embarrassed to have been essentially diapered by the gentle Caregiver, but knows that in the back of her mind, in the places she rarely has the bravery to go, she’s right. She unwraps her reward and begins to suck on the sweet red candy, and in spite of herself, must admit that it is both very tasty and is already beginning to calm her frayed nerves as she moves to exit the office and rejoin Leon. What she does not know is that the candy is actually laced with a mild anti-anxiety medication meant to calm new Littles on this, the first day of their new lives, and make them better able to handle the difficult conversations and harsh truths that are to come.

Happy Homestuck Day! This is the beginning of a new series I want to continue with an older story I did. This series will be called "Jade babysits the Homestuck universe". (Working title) ------------------------------------------ Jade's Adventures in Babysitting It was that time again, the time that Rose Lalonde dreaded each month. Her mother was going away for the weekend, leaving her alone. But she was not alone, Rose would always get a sitter to look after her. But Rose didn’t care, she just cried and cried her head off all while her mother was putting her makeup on, begging for her mother not to leave. She would ignore her daughters temper tantrum, like usual. And she would pick her up, place her over her knee and spank her like usual. It would always be followed with a comment like “You are getting too old to behave like this.” Her mother placed her down on the floor as she once again heard the doorbell ring. “That would be your babysitter. Let’s go meet her!”. She said. Rose of course was not enthusiastic to be left alone with some random woman for the weekend. She grumbled underneath the pacifier in her mouth as Roxanne opened the door to reveal a tall dark haired woman in a flowery dress and glasses with buck teeth. “Ah, good! You are right on time!”. She said, smiling down at the young woman. Jade returned the smile. “I’m always happy to help out a friend of my grandfathers!”. She said, looking over to Rose. She blushed, seeing that the girl was practically not much taller than herself. “Oh, I didn’t think she would be- uh well. This big!”. Jade exclaimed, giving a nervous laugh to Roxanne. The woman laughed back at Jade, giving a wave of assurance at the girl. “Oh, don’t you worry. She is no more trouble than she is worth!”. She says, giving Rose a pat on the top of her head. Rose simply hugged her mother’s waist tighter. “Now Rose, you be good for Jade, okay?”. She said, kneeing down to kiss her on the cheek. Once her mother had left, Rose looked up at Jade, giving a frown at her. Jade tried to be polite. “Hello Rose, I’m Jade!”. She said in a friendly voice. Rose pouted, glaring at her with what could be described as hate in her eyes. As far as Rose was concerned, this woman had just taken away her mother. Jade blinked, waiting awkwardly for a response. “Ahem, well. If you need anything, then please ask!”. Jade told her. Rose opened her mouth to say something and then quickly waddled her way past Jade to the couch. “Oh, you want to watch cartoons?”. Jade asked as Rose sat down on the floor in front of the television. Jade sat behind her, turning on the television. After about any hour, Jade looked up at the clock, and then she turned off the television. “Hey! I wasn’t finished!”. Rose exclaimed, spinning around on her knees to face Jade. She not only looked annoyed by upset at having to lose her only form of entertainment for the moment. Jade sighed as she stood up, approaching Rose with crossed arms. “Now Rose. We cannot watch Television all day!”. She said. Rose didn’t like this response, sitting back down away from her sitter with her arms crossed. “I don’t care. Turn it back on!”. She said, raising her voice again. Jade’s eyebrows raised up, shaking her head at the overgrown toddler in front of her. She didn’t want to resort to rasing her voice to do something, but she knew that she needed to be firm. Jade placed her hand gently on Rose’s head, rubbing her hands through her hair. “You miss your mommy, don’t you?”. She asked her, feeling rose shiver underneath her hand. Rose didn’t say anything but stuck her thumb into her mouth, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of Jade’s fingers on her head. Rose gave a nod, removing her thumb from her mouth as she rolled away from Jade to another part of the floor. “I want my mom!”. She said, giving a whine as she slammed her hands down on the rug. Jade just gave a sigh, not sure how to respond to the woman in front of her. “I know you do, sweetie. I know you do!”. Jade replied to her, trying to calm down the clearly upset girl. She was just about to take Rose to the kitchen when she noticed that the seat of her diaper was swelling up as she sat there on the floor. “Oh no. Did you have a little accident?”. Jade said, pointing to her diaper. Rose stuck out her tongue at her, shaking her head as her face went bright red. Jade gave a smile, then her face dropped. “Uhh, your mother didn’t tell me how to change you!”. She said nervously, wringing her heads together in thought. Rose didn’t appear to like this information one bit, giving another slam of her hands on the floor below her. “Rose, please stop acting out!”. Jade asked her, more annoyed this time then before as she continued to slam her hands on the rug. “Okay, that is enough!”. Jade said, grabbed Rose by the arm. “Used diaper or not, you are getting a time-out until you decide to behave!” She explained, dragging Rose over to a corner of the living, bringing a stole with her. Rose gave a fuss as she was dragged towards the chair. “No! NO TIMEOUT!”. She cried out, struggling against Jade’s grasp as she was forced to sit on the stool before her. She gave a groan, crossing her arms as she was now forced to face the wall. Jade crossed her arms, looking at the shaking figure of Rose in front of her. Jade gave a sigh in disappointment. “You are not getting that diaper changed until you calm down!”. She told Rose, still unsure of her promise because she had no idea how to change her. The only sound that could be heard from the room was the sound of Rose’s sniffing, and then she nodded, looking back at Jade, who noticed how distressed Rose was about the whole thing. “Rose, you cannot see your mother until she comes back, don’t be a b- I mean, you know this!”. Jade explained. She gave a sigh. “Look, I’m sorry I snapped at you. But you need to act a little more mature about the whole thing”. She said in the most caring, motherly voice herself that even surprised herself compared to what she usually sounded like. This seem to calm Rose down some more for Jade to take her hand. “Now, how about we get you a new diaper, and we can get you some milk and cookies?”. She asked Rose. The girl thought about what she said for a moment, then nodded her head in agreement. Giving a internal sigh of relief, Jade picked her up- or at least trying to pick up Rose and carry her up the stairs. She was just about to put her back down when Rose went ridged in her arms. “Uh Rose are you-“ Jade didn’t get to finish her sentence before Rose start to mess her diapers. Jade quickly rushed up the stairs, but she was not fast enough as the back of Rose’s diaper expanded with a audible squishing sound. All Jade could think was “Fuckfuckfuck”. Over and over again in her head as she get her second wind, opening the door to the bathroom and placing Rose on the changing table. She took out her cellphone, and dialled a number as she stood there in front of Rose now out of breath slightly. ‘H-hello? Miss Lalonde?” She asked the person on the other end. “Yes, no everything is fine! It’s just, Rose had to use her diapers and well… I don’t really know how to change them!”. Jade explained. After a moment on the phone, and Jade fumbling with the tapes of Rose’s diaper, she would start to change her, listening to the instructions Rose’s Mom gave her on the other end. “Right, so I lift her legs first and then, take off the tapes?”. She would ask. It only took a few minutes, but Jade had done it, she felt very good about her job as well, seeing the brand new diaper on Rose’s crotch after she had removed the old one, cleaned her up and sprayed baby powder on her. Rose sat up, and the tapes gave a rip, the diaper failing off her waist. Jade groaned, placing her head in her hands. It appeared that was going to be a long weekend.

This story is a translation from an unfinished story I wrote in French a few years back. I've changed up a few little things, but it's still mostly the same. I'm translating it in small bits at a time, but I'm also planning to keep going once I reach the end of what I originally wrote. Hopefully you guys enjoy it! The Awakening Chapter 1: A brutal awakening Everything is foggy. I’m trying to wake up. I feel like I’m trying to swim up from the depths of the ocean. Darkness turns to gray, then to blinding light. I’ve opened my eyes. It takes a few attempts until I’m able to keep them open for more than a second or two. I think I also dozed off in between those attempts. I’m not really sure. Eventually though, it seems like I’m able to keep them open. Where am I? My vision is very clouded, but I can see I’m lying in a bed. I think it’s a hospital bed : the room does look a lot like a hospital room. I’m covered with a very light sheet. I feel so weak, I can barely lift my head. There’s a pole next to me, with a bag of solute hung onto it and a tube goes from it straight into my arm. I feel like I’ve been asleep for months. But as much as I try, I can’t remember being in any sort of accident or anything that might lead to me being hospitalized. How long have I been here? My vision is awful, but as I look around me, I don’t notice any flowers, cards or any of the kind of stuff you would typically expect if I had been in a hospital and I had been visited by friends and family. Either it hasn’t been long enough for that to happen, or, and it makes me shudder to think, I've been there for so long that this kind of “get well” stuff has been removed and not replaced. That or maybe movies have been lying to me all my life about how these things go. This thought is enough to make me smile weakly. On that thought, I also realize that this hospital is weirdly silent. If this were really a hospital, wouldn’t there be nurses and people walking about everywhere? But I can’t hear anyone, as if I were completely alone. This thought wakes me up a little bit more, and I’m starting to feel tinges of panic making its way across the thick fog of my mind. With great pain, I try to move my arms, but try as I might, I feel like my arms have been replaced by wet spaghetti. With great effort, I move my head to look at them through my foggy vision. It’s hard to be sure, but from what I can see it seems like my arms are extremely skinny. I’ve never been fat, but those arms look like what you’d see in an african famine documentary! My heart starts beating faster as panic once again creeps into me. How long have I been here? I feel a piece of rubber near my hand. Moving my fingers to touch it, I think it’s another tube, and I think it’s going under the sheets. The discomfort I feel around my privates confirms that this must be a catheter. In fact, this piece of tube going inside me is so uncomfortable I wonder how I didn’t notice it before, though I’m still so numb to everything that maybe it isn’t all that surprising. For the first time the thought truly crosses my mind : I was in a coma. And looking at my arms, it seems obvious that I’ve been in that state for at least some time. Immediately I start thinking of those stories where people awaken after years in a coma and struggle to get back to their old life because it’s been so long. How long would it take for me to lose as much weight as I did? I try to remember how old I am. How.. old? I… I can’t remember. A vague memory of entering a brand new apartment flashes in my mind. And entering university? So I’m.. college aged? I try to reason. At most, I must have been asleep a couple weeks, maybe a few months at the max. People who wake up from a coma after years are extremely rare, and when they do they’re basically vegetables, unable to do anything for themselves. Vegetable. That word makes me feel a deep pit in my stomach. The silence of the room becomes suffocating. I don't understand why I haven’t seen a nurse yet. Shouldn’t I be hooked up to a machine that would warn them if I woke up, or something like that? I try to scream, but the only sound I’m able to produce is a pathetic moan. This attempt at screaming sends a wave of deep nausea across my body. It feels like I haven’t moved a muscle in years. A fresh wave of nausea mixed in with panic besieges me at the thought that this might actually be the case. I keep moaning, with barely enough strength to do it. Suddenly, I hear a door open, and can see the silhouette approaching. It’s speaking to me, but all I can make out is complete gibberish. I try moving my limbs, but once again, I can barely move any muscle in my body. Suddenly, through the gibberish, I can hear my name: “Miss Filion”. This woman’s voice knows my name. I’m actually in a hospital. They’re gonna help me. I’m gonna get better. Relieved that I am safe, but mostly because of exhaustion, I sink back into a deep slumber. I awaken once more, this time to a male voice. The owner of that voice flashes a huge smile upon seeing my eyes open. More gibberish follows: “Miss Filion! Welcome back among us, my dear one! I am doctor Brodeur. I’m the one who took care of your case since you’ve arrived here. - Oh, we have retinal reflex! She can even follow with her eyes!” As he was speaking his incoherent words, he pointed a small light in my eyes, and was waving it left and right in front of them. With great pain, I followed that light, having some vague idea that this is what I was supposed to do. I can hear how delighted he sounds after I do that, and it makes me weirdly proud. It’s weird, I feel like I should understand the words he’s saying, but somehow they’re all scrambled when I hear them. At least I can recognize the emotions in them. I attempt a weak smile to show the doctor I’m aware. I can feel spit dripping from the side of my mouth. “Miss, can you tell me what your name is?” I can hear his voice. I can hear that he’s asking me a question. I can even recognize that he’s speaking English. But I just can’t make out the meaning of what he’s saying. My pride turns to distress. I can’t understand him. I’m a vegetable. Fuck no no no no no! It seems that he’s noticed how agitated I’ve become. “Calm down, calm down! Everything is ok! You’ve been in a coma for a long time. You need to be patient!” A single word makes its way through to my broken brain: Coma. In a coma. I try to repeat the word: “aaaaaaaaah”. I’m pathetic. I can’t speak anymore. I forgot how to. I truly am a vegetable! But I did hear the word. Coma. And I am thinking to myself, speaking to myself using words in my head. Maybe I’m not completely a vegetable. I’m here. I am here. The doctor, seemingly in reaction to my attempt at vocalizing, speaks what I suppose are encouraging words. I don’t know what he’s saying, and I once again feel myself drifting off to sleep.

Heya y'all, I'm Titus - that is a pseudonym, I'm a British daddy and caregiver, who's long been into ABDL. I'm open to experience and experimenting with a lot of stuff. Personally, I'm a yacht mechanic, semi professional surfer and occasional guitar player in a small band. I box, hike, do graffiti and will try most things if I'm bored. I'm happy to hear from anyone, here to make friends, maybe more, not sure yet, but, happy to talk to just about anyone (who's not a creep) - seeya around folk, looking forward to meeting ya

Hey is there any fellow little's or caregivers that would like to maybe catch up in and around the Bendigo area? If so let me know would be great :)

Another old commission that I decided that I wanted to reupload here. And yes, it's Homestuck again. Sorry. ---------------------------------------------------- Padded Playdate It was playdate day in the Lalonde household, that meant Rose had company and her mother couldn’t have been more overjoyed. Rose however wasn’t that pleased. She stomped her feet, throwing a tantrum. After a short session over her mothers knee in which she promised to be a good girl, mom got her ready for her guests, replacing her diaper with a fresh one, and putting Rose in the appropriate clothing. Rose was currently wearing nothing more than a pink teeshirt and diaper when the doorbell rang. She ignored it as she continued to play with her new kitten. But Mom picked her up, making her walk to the door with her as she sucked grumpily on her pacifier. The big baby insisted that she did not need a playdate, but it was already too late as her Mom was greeting their guests. “Hello! Thank you so much for stopping by!” Her mother said, giving the man across from her in the doorway a friendly kiss on the cheek. “I see you brought John as well! Please come in!”. She said, leading Rose back to the living room now in the company of a boy with short spiky hair and glasses. John was wearing pretty much the same thing that Rose had on, a shirt and a diaper. “Now you two play nice while mommy and her friend make some snacks!” She said, disappearing into the kitchen with John’s dad, and leaving the pair of big babies alone in the living room. John gave Rose a big hug before sitting down on the floor to play with some building blocks, she reluctantly sat down and joined him, waiting for her mommy to come back from the kitchen. After a few minutes of playing with John, she looked up at hearing the sound of her mom’s voice. She laughing at something’s John’s dad has said. Ignoring the plate of cookies that she was carrying in her hands, Rose rushed over to her mother, wrapping her hands around her body. “Rose dear, if you want a cookie please be patient!”. All Rose really wanted was her mother’s attention, and she felt like she wasn’t giving it to her while she was in the company of another adult. Rose let go of her mother’s waist, taking a cookie as she sat back down on the floor next to John, who was happily eating his own cookie. “Sorry about Rose, she is particularly clingy!” Her mother would say, causing her blush. “Hehe, your face is red!” John commented, causing Rose to stare daggers at the boy. She quietly ate her cookie, looking back at her Mom from time to time. She was currently sat next John’s dad, taking with him quite intently. Rose watched as the man took her mother’s hand, which caused her to stand straight up and shout aloud. “Mommy, Mommy!” She jumped up and down in place, trying to get the woman’s attention. Her mother quickly turned to look at her daughter, her expression one of concern and curiosity. “What is it dear?” She asked, a little annoyed to see that there was nothing of immediate danger or wrong with the young adult. “Mommy I uhh… think I need a new diapee!” She exclaimed, hoping up at down. Her mother stood up and walked over to Rose. She reached her hand down between Rose’s legs as she felt the crotch and back up of her diaper. Her mother shook her head at Rose. “No, you a good dear, no accidents!”. She said, giving her a kiss on the forehead before turning around and sitting back down next to John’s father. Rose felt a little bit better after that kiss, and sat back down to playing with her toys again. Rose continued to play with John for a few more minutes, but found herself once again staring at the pair of parents sitting on the other side of the room. Rose couldn’t help but feel jealous of her mother. She was so protective of Rose that she felt like she was the only one she loved sometimes. Any other time Rose wouldn’t have been bothered to try and keep her mothers attention, but something about now was different. Rose watched as the man leaned into her mothers ear and whispered something into it. Her mother’s response was to laugh. Rose’s response was to cry, ad cry loud. “Rose, dear. What is the matter?”. Her mother said standing up from her seat on the couch. Rose had tears rolling down her eyes as she pounded the floor in front of her. John didn’t seem to pay any attention to the scene that was unfolding right next to him. Her mother picked her up, holding her face again her bosom as she attempted to calm down the infantile woman. “I’m sorry, she has just been very difficult today!” Rose said to John’s dad. He nodded as he understood himself, watching his own offspring on the floor keeping to himself. Roxanne bounced Rose up and down in her arms, giving her hair a stroke as she would shush her gently. “What is wrong dear, come on, you can tell your mommy!”. She said. Rose shook her head, a little calmer than before now that she was being held by her mother. Her hands grabbed needly at her mother’s shirt. “Mommy do you luv m-mee!?” She said, stiflingly her tears back as she buried her head into Roxanne’s shirt. Her mother stroked her head some more, confused about what her daughter meant. Her mother turned her chin up, looking down at Rose with a concerned look on her face. “Of course I do sweetie! What made you think I don’t?” She asked Rose. Rose lip quivered as she talked. “B-but you kissed him!” She said, pointing at John’s father. It suddenly clicked in her mothers mind what was the problem. She gave a smile down at her daughter, looking back at John’s dad with a smirk. “I see, little miss Rosie is a little jealous, huh?” Rose blushed at hearing the man’s words. Her mother nodded her head in agreement. “I think she is indeed!” She replied, giving Rose another kiss on the forehead. “If Mommy gets you another cookie will you promise to behave?” She asked Rose, giving her nose a touch with the tip of her index finger. Rose thought about it, in fact you could say that she thought a little too hard because before she could say anything the sound of something hissing filled the air. Looking down at her daughter’s diaper, she felt it become soggy and damp. “Well, let’s get you a new diaper first dear…” She said with a giggle. “You don’t mind, I’ll be right back” She said to John’s father. He waved her off with a thumbs up, letting the pair move upstairs to the bathroom so that Rose could get a new diaper and hopefully her mom could have a talk with her about behaving while there was guests around. After a few minutes had past, John’s father took up the newspaper, knowing that his son wouldn’t get into any trouble while he was sitting in the same room. He was just turning to the comics page when he heard Roxanne shout out from up the stairs, followed by the pattering of feet coming towards them. Rose rounded the corner, only wearing her teeshirt as her diaper was missing from her lower half. She came up to John’s dad, looking at him with a grumpy expression. “Is there something I can help you with, young lady?” He asked Rose. The young adult was just about to respond but was cut off by Mom quickly coming down the stairs to stand behind her. “Right, that is it!” She said, scooping up her daughter. “You have been very bad today!” Her mother said in a stern voice. Rose gave a struggle, crying out as she picked up and placed over her mothers knee. “Mommy no!” She exclaimed. But there was nothing that she could do to stop Roxanne delivering a hard smack to her bottom, to which she gave a loud yelp. “I’m going to have to cut this playdate short, I’m sorry.” She said to John’s father. He was already helping John up as she was speaking. He gave a tip of his hat, walking John towards to the door. “Goodbye Rose!” John said, waving his hand at her as they left. Rose gave a humph, sticking out her tongue at him behind his back. She received another smack to her bottom, to which she out another cry.“I hope you are happy Rose!”. Her mother said, not realizing that in fact, yes Rose was happy. She had gotten what she wanted after all and that was her mother’s attention.

Are there any CG's in Melbourne? Been looking for one for ages but to no avail! I'm 19 and would love to meet my future CG!

Anyone with an accent over here? Anyone say "dem", instead of "them"? "Aluminium" instead of "non-magnetic" (J/K) "aluminum"? 👋🖐😄🤘 I'll go first. I say "dat's" all of the time, ahahah! EG.: Dats it! I'm from Long Island N.Y., and first generation American, Jamaican. I want this to be fun, XD. Tell me about the "saucers" that are "sorcerers" but sound similar. Dat's = That's Tree = Three 😆

My partner introduced me to ABDL and it's been good in all the ways I think they were worried about. Their likes and preferences don't bother me and so far at least I've been 'mummy' and have been enjoying it. There is a sexual aspect to most if not all that we do and I'm not sure how common that is. I don't have any issue with how sexual things are because I've always had relationships where sex is a big part of things. I happen to believe that for my partner this isn't a fetish in the sense of something that's one of their favourite positions but that it is part of their identity in a similar way to how others might identify themselves as male, female, straight, gay, etc. (I apologise if that isn't a great way of expressing it. I know how I feel and think about them but getting my brain to find the right words for those thoughts and feelings is something I'm still working on.) Believing this is who they are has made me wonder about how I fit into things. I'm not sure I know how to articulate what I mean and was hoping that another caregiver or anyone here really, might help me clear up some things in my head. I'd like to feel a bit more clearheaded and also have more or better language to talk to my partner about it. They've gone to so much care to make sure I feel comfortable with things that I would hate to accidentally give any suggestion that any of this make me question our relationship. The best I can explain is that I'm not sure if their bond or attraction to me is because of the role I play in making their wants about diapers and little space possible or if their bond and attraction is towards me as who I am and me playing the mummy role is a bonus thing we enjoy together. I don't want to phrase it as "do they like me or do they like me because I make their diaper/little fantasies come to life" because it sounds too much like "do they love me because I'm me or do they love me because I make it possible for them to get to what they really love or want". That isn't even a blunt version of what I'm wondering because I'm not wondering if it's me or if it's diapers in the sense it's one or the other. I have a close friend that is gay and for various reasons didn't feel comfortable being himself for such a long time. H did what was safe and expected, got married to a woman, had kids, and while everyone is in a good place now there was a lot of difficulties and painful times. I don't know that it's a fair or accurate comparison but it's in my head and I can't seem to not wonder if diapers are my partner's true love/dream relationship and me (or another person even) is just how they get to their true love. If a human partner is a necessary evil - enjoyable, fun, good in a lot of ways, but not their end goal. That sounds again like "pick between me and diapers" or "do you love me or your diapers more" and I really don't feel that's what's in my head. Part of the reason I've loved past partners is because of what they've allowed me to do or how they've made possible things I was interested in so I think it's normal and healthy for those sort of things to be reasons why you love them. I think I'm wondering if me being "mummy" is the reason my partner likes me. I'm looking for (and they said they were as well) a long term relationship. I don't have any interest in asking them to stop being who they are or for us to do less but if I'm thinking long term partner then "what if diapers/mummy/that sexual dynamic becomes impossible - would we still work". Could they be happy with just me or would they have to fantasise about their true love or attraction for us to have a sexual relationship. I apologise if I've said anything hurtful or inaccurate - please correct me. I can't figure out how to put better words to what's in my head. It feels like this might be a common thing in situations where something isn't a kink but is a fetish and must be present.

Well, it's the beginning of a new year and since I always want to give me ABDL lovers exactly what they want, I wanted to ask you for video ideas. I have done this type of content for so long and I love it so much, but I feel like I have hit a roadblock of sorts. I always play the mommy domme role, anyone here want to give me any ideas? I love hearing from you and only you can give me the insight and knowledge. Every detail matters and nobody knows those details like you

[If this belongs somewhere else, please let me know. I want to follow correct protocols] Hi everyone! I am looking for someone to RP with online only. I have Kik, Discord, the forum, all kinds of ways. I am IRL in a relationship and looking for someone to help me let my little side run wild online. Looking for someone to RP as a Caretaker, Mommy, Daddy, so that I can RP as an Infant. I'm up for any scenario, just PM me if interested.

Hi, everyone! I'm JC, and I'm here because I'm working on accepting the ABDL aspects of my personality. I'm not engaged in this as a lifestyle, but it is a desire that grows and becomes obsessive the more I try to ignore or deny it. I will never be a 24/7 wearer. I will never feel like just being dressed up and playing a role 24/7. But I can't deny that every once in a while, this is something that I need to be engaged in. My hope is that I can make some friends here, talk with some like minded people, and maybe find someone to be little online with. I am not here looking for a relationship other than friendship. I might want to talk to people in the same area as me, but only to get some food with or maybe a drink. Little about me for those interested: Live in SC Profession: Teacher Age: 34 Relationship Status: Married, not looking to change that Little Status: Generally, I'm a AB Caregiver. I have very parental tendencies. But, like anyone, if I'm feeling worn down, then I want to be cared for and babied as if I were an infant. If you'd like to know anything else about me, please feel free to ask. You can also find me on: Kik- findingacceptance Discord- findingacceptance#8431 Reddit- findingacceptance

Alright! So we got a post Impact world, little super human drama. The circling of events takes place after our big hero has taken out the big bad in the world. I can feel my skin crawling as I post this. Sigh. I'm about nine chapters in, so we'll see where this chestnut ends up. I hope you enjoy the world and the people in it. If you see grammar or some sort of continuity error, let me know. I try to edit as I go, but ya know. You always miss stuff in post. Enjoy kiddos! For now here comes the prologue and the first chapter. Yup. ...Yup. *slams head on desk* Woo. Showtime. Shades in the Afterglow Prologue: A Hot Summer Night Society is a balance of people living in a collective agreement on what is the common greater good. The moral fabric of society crumbled one great day when the answer to the Fermi Paradox came roaring from the heavens one fateful evening in the fields of Siberia. While not intelligent life per se, it had a profound effect on humanity's concept of itself. Ideas and powers that seemed to be legendary or the stuff of dreams in the past, came roaring to terrible life after the Great Impact. It was subtle at first, the manipulation of elements or a minor change in appearance, but with it came powers to rival the concept of God and what it meant. The Great Impact represented humanity's decline into the Metamorphic Age, in which the population began to be overtaken with the struggles of change. Wars spread. Famine spread. People changed. Many of the old concepts of government dried up, putting warlords and tribalism in their place, causing a great rift in technology and societal advancement. Asia's answer came in the form of the Sino-Ruso alliance, with many of the larger “zaibatsus” or city states headquartered in Japan. The cities are sectioned into zones, or self contained quarters where many people make their lives, as their talent falls short of some of the upper echelons of society. On top are made up of what people call “architects,” and hopefuls, individuals whom possess great moral fortitude. With the elevation of status these white knights have in society, comes the greater attention to their talents, the ability they use to keep society from going topsy turvey. As such, in the more advanced centers of technology, hero worship of architects has come into vogue, as well as their fallen counterparts. The greatest and the worst of these characters could be considered, Captain Orion, the Architect of the Hunt, and Deus, considered the Anti-Architect of the Fallen, king of darkness to some or a teacher to others. The contrast between the two the former looking like a golden age comic book hero, decked out in a hardened soldier's of blue and white, with an eglantine crest on his chest, and the latter, a sharp being of pure dictatorial will in a sharp black suit, never bearing armor, represented the head of the opposing forces that would gather on the humid summer night. The gathering, was a seemingly fitting end to the current age of hero worship in the Alliance zaibatsus. Both the hero and the villain's times were eclipsing that evening, with whomever winning passing on the the age old torch to the next generation. Hot on the heels of the Anti-Architect's lessons, a young man named Helios Reign, a hot headed fiery-haired devil, and his crew reconnoitered at an old Yakuza speakeasy that had long been abandoned in the Kamino District in Yokohama. The bar still retained much of the original oaken splendor of its former Yakuza days, heavy red velvet maroon curtains, gilded glasses, and bricks of thick mortar. Having successfully kidnapped one of the top Architect apprentices, Kagutsuchi the Fire Bearer, the motley group of villains sized up what could be a potential ally. The young man at the center of this crowd, growled defiantly, the unruly mass of his spiky black hair pressing into the back of the stiff leather backboard he was bound against. Kagutsuchi's angry glare centered on the black clad ringleader of the affair, Helios Reign. Pushing a bit of his wild curls aside, Helios smiled, a bit too widely perhaps, behind the half skull mask attached to his face. He had shards of bone attached to his adaptive armor, giving the image of a ghoulish look to the young man. It was a token leftover from his former family when his ultra destructive talent, Unmake, manifested, taking their lives. “Quite a brilliant night isn't it?” Helios drew closer to the bound Kagutsuchi, observing him. “Here we all are, gathered here upon the precipice of history. Finally, a little drop in the bucket to help people wake up and flood them with the realization that the society built up by these architects of “justice” is nothing more than just a sham.” Helios circled around the bound black haired youth. “So many people falling into the cracks between the light of Architects like Orion, with no recourse.” He gestured to the air. “What? Waiting to be saved?” He shook his head dismissively. Helios leaned forward, his dusky eyes fixed upon Kagutsuchi. “Physician heal thyself. Those who can, will, save themselves. The rest,” He shrugged, “drown in the currents of history.” Helios stalked back across the room and perched upon one of the oak bar stools. “You are one who is being pulled down, like us, by the masses around you. A tide of helplessness surrounds those of us,” He gestured widely to the group, “Whom can get things done. We seek to end the reigns that confine, choke out, and pigeon hole such individuals. Take down the farce of a society that architects like our “great” Captain Orion have created.” Kagutsuchi's face became dark, silently listening to the man's words. “People are losing hope in this system, that's why we can strike. The architectural caste system is starving this world of any real meaning.” Helios Reign rose once more, crossing the room towards Kagutsuchi. The devilish young man sighed running his fingers through his hair once more. He glanced over at a patched up individual, who looked like a ghoul in parts. “Ashe, please unbind our potential ally.” The corpse-man quirked an eyebrow. “Are you sure now is the right time?” Helios nodded lightly, “We need to see allies as equals. The bindings were more to expedite his trip here than anything else. Things can be cut off in the warp if your not careful.” Ashe began to undue Kagutsuchi's bindings. The fiery young apprentice lowered himself to the polished floor with a muted grunt. Helios flicked his gaze over to a well dressed, shadowy figure standing behind the oak bar. “Release experimental groups one and two.” The shade's golden eyes narrowed for a split second. “Done.” “Good man,” Helios drew closer to the unbound youth, “So, Fire Bearer, you were denied your rightful place at this year's Architect selection, citing your gung ho “attitude.” Your festive nature has been toned down at every turn, held back, and beaten down by those old fools who support “just” society. You're a man of action, truly a warrior in the arena. You're capable of achieving more than this system has in store for you. I believe you are akin to us in your frustration. Unbind the shackles of such a mediocre fate, and reach towards ultimate freedom and self determination.” In the far distance an unearthly cry and a muffled rumble could be heard. Helios Reign paused thoughtfully. His eyes flicked to the shade once more. “Sunder, release the third group.” “It's done, Reign.” He nods in acknowledgment, continuing, “This is the tipping point. Throw the caste system into the waste bin of history where it belongs.” This time Kagutsuchi smiled. He squared his muscular shoulders and slid his left leg back. “I hear you talking a lot about history, the nature of things, systems and all that junk. Someone told me architects and the Fallen are two sides of the same coin. For all I know, that might be true on some things, but all I see is a person who can't get what he wants and makes excuses. There's no history to that. It's just weakness.” With that he aimed his hand at Helios Reign's mildly surprised face and issued forth an explosion from his hand. The resulting fireball knocked the jaw bone off of Helios' helmet and shook the bar. Knowing the volatile nature of the group's boss, Sunder sucked in a breath and readied himself to either diffuse the situation or warp some part of the explosive apprentice out of the group's vicinity, disabling him. The shadow kept a weary eye between the alert monitor behind him and the situation unfolding in front of him. Helios' amber eyes narrowed in rage, but he steadied himself. Kagutsuchi continued his statement. “I'd rather die with a smile on my face saving one person on the hunt like Captain Orion, than join you guys.” Helios picked up the helmets jaw bone lower half he'd lost and attached it back in place. He shrugged indifferently. “Well, above all,” He turned his back to the young apprentice, “I believe in freedom of choice. If you won't join us, no problem. I'll put you or parts of you to some other use in a Construct.” Helios Reign cracked his knuckles and prepared to strike, Kagutsuchi shifting himself into a fighting stance. The mood of the group changed as they prepared for an aggressive assault. Just then an out of place knock issued from the heavy front door. The group paused in momentary confusion. Sunder's eyes flew wide in panic. “Reign, the first group of Constructs are off the grid.” An ebullient voice rang out, “PACKAGE DELIVERY!” Helios' head jerked towards his shadowy associate. “SUNDER! Warp as many people out of here as can!” Helios Reign rushed forward, in a guarded stance, shifting a small blonde female member behind him, covering some of the others in the room too. A few of the members, including the blonde, were quickly warped out by Sunder. “Shit,” he growled. “That damn architect can't even be serious, when...” The door fractured and caved inward into the room. Ashe, the ghoulish looking man closest to the door, collapsed from the blow like a bag of wet cement. Kagutsuchi took the moment of confusion to blast himself out of the room, while taking a few shots at the surprised Fallen below him, making a hole in the roof above him. The concussive blast killed the hearing of most of the individuals inside the bar. With their ears ringing, the Fallen took up fighting stances and began to trade blows with the peace keeping forces that were now flooding the room. Sunder had warped as many of the members to a predetermined factory field, a fall back place in case things went south. The monitor crackled to life near Sunder. He could hear a familiar deep voice over the static. “Half the district is in flames. Sunder, send Reign to my position.” The coordinates flashed on the screen. At that moment, a navy blur knocked out two more of the members in front of him, one of Orion's hunting crew. Sunder made to turn around, but found his movements restricted by the sudden growth of silky steel threads around him. He surveyed the room, looking for any last minute maneuvers he could manage. He struggled, shifting his misty form. Gaining the least bit of freedom, he turned around, he heard a shout from Helios. “Sunder, release the other Constructs from the factory!” Sunder couldn't sense their presence, so he focused on the other location Deus sent seconds earlier. “They're away from the coordinates! I'm sending you ahead...” Another violent impact rocked the bar. A god like figure dressed head to toe in white and blue armor, rushed into the area with a hard smile on his face, his tattered navy cassock fluttering behind him. His salt and pepper hair stuck slick to his forehead,a blue tinge to his skin flushed with adrenaline and the thrill of the hunt. It was The Architect of the Hunt, Captain Orion. Helios shot the shade a wild look and screamed, “No, stop! What about y...” “It seems like the package delivery was successful. I'm taking you scum out... To the hunter goes the spoils!” Sunder sent out a warp portal to Helios' location leaving a blank spot and empty ropes in his wake as the architect's blow connected to the structure. In another move, the shadow remembered another way point for additional support. There was another jolt, momentarily breaking his concentration, but he caught the last package in mid warp, releasing it. The roof began to collapse inward from the kinetic force of the Captain's punch. The shade turned to face what appeared to be another gray-haired huntsman, decked out in an architect's navy cassock and mask. Upon momentary reflection, he remembered the jagged scar on the Architect's face was named Argent The Architect of Webs. Sunder stretched out his form and went on the offensive summoning a few warp gates to counter silken threads shooting from the architect's body. It was all the more pity he couldn't see that the object hurdling towards him from behind that the architect had grabbed with his threads. The rubble struck him in an unguarded moment upon the back of his inky skull with a thunderous force. In addition, Argent managed to constrict one of the main arteries in Sunder's neck, causing him to black out, but not before hearing: “That's the problem with you Fallen, always an opening.” ***** As suddenly as he went down, Sunder found himself laying flat upon the white tile, staring at the halogen lights. The wispiness of his abyssal form flickered. He righted himself, brushing the supposed dust and debris that was on his tailored vest and slacks. To his surprise, he had woken up alone. The shade found himself at the crossroads of a nondescript, clinical hallway. “HELIOS REIGN?” He called out in a hoarse voice. Arbitrarily he picked the right hall and preceded down it. “Ashe?” “Lilian? ...Vertigo? Mr. Materia?” An eerie and oppressive silence pervaded the corridor between Sunder's calls. He preceded carefully, his light footfalls breaking up the din of his calling. Sunder's yellow eyes flickered left and right. The overtly bland nature of the place was unsettling; however, nothing had yet presented itself to him to indicate that this was anything more than a regular building. “Reign,” He called out once more questioningly. “Where have I been sent to?” Sunder ran a misty hand over the surface of the wall. Perfect, not a single flaw. The mist of his form probed for any nicks or wear. There were none. He furrowed his brow and shook his head. He had to find the other members of his crew and regroup. In a coordinated effort, the night was meant to be a psychological blow to the Architects. Maybe this was some sort of “ace in the hole” the other side had that the Anti-Architect hadn't described to him. Sunder was familiar with types of binding and illusions the various Architect groups had at their disposal, but this seemed to tread the lines of unreality. “HEL,” He called out far louder this time. There was no answer. Sunder picked up his pace down the labyrinthine halls. The walls, the lines, the very lights remained the same, corridor after corridor. There seemed to be no sign of anyone else other than himself in alien structure. Within line of sight, he warped through the halls, skipping over the corridors in a blur. It was more of the same. Although Sunder kept his movements level and fluid, a mild thread of doubt began to bloom in his mind. There seemed to be no rationality to this place. “Hel,” he called out, “We need to rally and plan a counterattack! With respect sir, our allies need us!” Something like a groan echoed throughout the hallways. Sunder halted his movement mid warp, stilling his swirling form. Scanning the corridors for movement, he pulled down his mildly rumpled vest and slid into a combative stance. Unseen prickles in the back of his mind began to pick up the movement of another as of yet unknown being. Sunder calmed himself and drew in a breath. “Hel, I hope you fare better than myself and can get to everyone,” He readied a warp portal off of his left hand. He yelled out with cool enthusiasm, “I'm going to enjoy bisecting you cretin!” Black tendrils reached outward from the portal on his left hand. With an aggressive eagerness, Sunder whirled around to strike out at his unseen foe. His portal managed to capture one of the rigid arms of the creature in question. He sent it flying across the room with a loud metallic clatter. It was the arm of an institutional hospital bed. Apparently, the dampeners weren't quite having the proper effect and the head trauma from the bar's debris weren't helping matters. The two police officers that were sent to guard the unconscious Sunder threw back their chairs and readied their weapons. Sunder's form swelled as he readied more portals on the offensive. The first officer was warped up and sent crashing down again from the ceiling of the hospital ward, knocking him out. The second guard managed to fire his weapon, an electrically based weapon with paralytic properties. Due to the shade's lack of focus, the weapon hit true on whatever “meat” lay in in his right leg, causing him to grunt and shift himself through a portal out into the hallway of the hospital. The crew hadn't had time to send the Fallen villain to a proper facility due to the madness that was still unfolding in Yokohama after the collateral damage caused by the battle between Sunder's leader The Anti-Architect Deus and The Architect of the Hunt, Captain Orion. Sunder began to warp himself through the corridors using his line of sight as the panicking crowds swirled around his misty form. A fervent ranting issued forth from the unseen mouth of the angry blackness, his eyes narrowing as he spouted out taunts at an unseen foe. Sunder nearly reached the exit of the ward when the reason for his current predicament, Architect Argent, burst through the door with one of his wounded allies who had quelled the assault. Surveying the situation, the old architect ran a hand through his gray hair. He heaved a sigh, breaking away from the entourage and his injured comrade he ran towards the infuriated black mass. Argent's gray hair fluttered away from his face as readied more thread to pull a metal bench to clobber the misfit shadow with blinding force. “I see once is never enough for you people. Always an opening and no defense.” Once again, another sharp blow was issued to Sunder's skull, rendering him unconscious. Luckily, this time the villain managed to skip the labyrinth and land himself in the dark abyss of being comatose. His body, much the the bafflement of staff, that it had such mass in the first place, was recaptured with with the cuffs he bore and a further collar on his neck. This time, Sunder was sent to the proper facility to deal with higher tier criminals, much in the same direction his counterpart, Helios Reign would too. As Sunder lay recovering in the reinforced maximum security hospital ward, his fate was being debated upon and decided. He personally had no records, but the crimes he committed the Yokohama attacks, kidnapping, collateral damage from various raids were. The shade's “physical” recovery, was dubious due to the lack of available options for treatment. Every time medical staff would try to scan Sunder's body, it would shift in and out focus due to the lack of defined concentration on his part. To the frustration of medical staff, his coherency would slip in and out with each shift too, only allowing him to take in enough resources to stave off thirst or utter starvation. Unfortunately, with the lack of properly defined medical equipment, as with many less actively human in nature talent users, the waiting game had to be played. As soon as Sunder was medically able, he was transferred to his solitary cell, which essentially amounted to a fancier Faraday Cage reinforced block of halogen lit concrete, with the usual bells and whistles for containing more volatile effects of talents or those that couldn't be quite quelled by the genetic dampeners issued to inmates. No further escape attempts would be allowed. Unbeknownst to the Fallen shadow, during his convalescence, his comrades were being interrogated and tried for their parts in the wave of collateral damage that had occurred during the Yokohama Attacks as it were. The most serious offenders were sent to Dis, a high security prison for those found to be too volatile to be housed in other facilities within the zaibatsus. Others on a form of program S-9, under extreme operational prejudice, were matched and sent to be reformed, by newer initiatives to cut down on the growing population. The dust had settled from that humid night, but questions still remained as to the nature of their organization and resource gathering. It was about six months later when Sunder opened his eyes and regained a moderate amount of consistent coherency. Twenty four hours after he spoke his first lucid words, the first investigators came, to get what they could from the shadow. CH 1: Interview with the Eggheads in the Lab The seasons had began to turn outside the walls of Sunder's concrete vault. The initial clean up of the Yokohama Attacks was well under way, bull dozing many of the ruined structures or repurposing the leveled areas into parks commemorating the event. The final battle during that event between the Architect of the Hunt and the Anti-Architect had been the first and one of the most elaborate memorial parks. A beautiful garden had been erected, the blooms now subdued in the winter's coldness. A statue in the center of the facility depicted the most famous scene in the battle, in which Captain Orion and the then winged Deus, hurdling to the earth from on high, and the Captain delivering the final before the could level the district. The two went down in a gout of hellfire, wrecking the Captain's body, an active sacrifice for the good of the people to put down a tyrant. Governing and law officials poured over the data from the nights events. From the various psychological techniques used to lure in recruits, the methods for obtaining money to fund the endeavor, and many of the shell businesses used to house the group's intentions were brought to light. The most curious artifacts from that night were the homunculuses, called the Constructed. The Constructs, creatures with translucent shimmering skin and exposed cerebrums, were monstrous. A warehouse housing all manner of the creatures had been captured that night with stunning success. Although there was little damage to the stock in the warehouse, there was little to indicate the nature of the creatures aside from directly testing them. What came as a result from the testing shocked scientists. The majority of the creatures seemed to bear little in the way of intellect, but their physical attributes were myriad. Many bore regenerative properties and great strength, as evidenced by previous assaults on the Tokyo Zaibatsu the year previous. Others upon further testing might be able to produce fire, acid, or icy waves whilst being airborne. Still others looked like they might have some sort of psionic abilities, like long distance communication, cognitive disruption, or mind control. Creatures bearing markers of psionic abilities were destroyed due to potential volatility. The diagramming of genetic markers made further results more disturbing. Some of the Constructs bore entirely new DNA structures, which while exciting, was somewhat expected by the researchers. The disturbing fact came to light that some of the patterns began to match up to people within the governmental talent registration database. Combinations of DNA from various talent users were found in some Constructs, but the worst were exact matches. It came as a bit of a shock when some of the missing criminals in the underworld and some ordinary people were found to be Constructs too. The conclusion was clear to them; the bleeding edge of genetic research had been employed to manifest this army of things. The rub came when there was no data on how they gathered the massive amount of DNA nor the manner by which they managed to achieve such results. With almost the entire population bearing some genetic talent in modern times, natural variability was enough of a threat without the pure weaponization of talents through massively inflated artificial means. On the other hand, the amount of genetic research could further the overburdened medical field that struggled to bear the brunt of humanity's frenetic genetic drift. Bearing data retrieval in mind, the investigators set up a makeshift interrogation room outside of Sunder's cell. Allowing for the limited space in the small foyer between the armored hallways, a sturdy metal table, chairs, and recording station were set up to conduct the interview. Five people entered the room: a doctor clad in a white coat to ascertain the coherency of the villain's statements and verify data, a younger female Justicar for the Alliance, a dark haired man who served as the main coordinator and interviewer during the spate of investigations into the Yokohama Attacks, and two armed guards. The three officials discussed amongst themselves what they wished to divine from the inmate outside the heavy door. For his part, Sunder drew himself up to a seated position on the cot in his room. The shade blearily stared at the floor, trying to pull together the situation in which he found himself. There seemed to be a ringing in his head. Not good. He felt like someone had backed over him with a truck. Also, not good. His yellow eyes darted around the sterile room. There was metal sink, a small mirror over the sink, a concrete toilet and water fountain, that sat next to a table that was built into the wall. A stationary concrete stool sat in front of the desk. The light appeared to be coming from lights embedded in the floor. It was a change from the halogen lit hallways he had found himself bouncing throughout on so many nights, running. There was no window in the room, but there was a heavy door leading out to what he thought might be a small secure vestibule. To think of it, he couldn't pinpoint where he was currently staying. Going through the locations of training facilities and testing grounds in his memory, Sunder tried to remember one that had secured lock down rooms. It couldn't have been the Western Okinawa Facility or the lab in Vladivostok. Both of those featured open cages in the recovery and housing units for staff and active creatures. He ran a misty hand over the poured concrete wall. The shade reasoned that the walls had to be, at minimum, a couple of feet thick. That left out the European research center. “Of course,” he reasoned out loud, in a hoarse voice, “It has to be the psionics field testing unit in Shibuya.” The use of psionic creatures would definitely explain the thicker walls. It helped keep out mental interference from the general populace. He took stock of himself after this realization. His misty body was covered up in a gray, stained coverall, that come to think of it was scratchy as hell. Too many loose threads, invading the space his body occupied. No, wait, why would they have him there? Why would he be wearing this thing? Had the research lab been running trials again? They had been about to move into testing the third phase of long distance interference with the Constructed. Sunder had helped with testing before at Dues' behest, due to his body's uncannily misty nature. The eggheads in the lab also liked testing the effects of various talents in the warp too. They tested times, effectiveness, and the ease of deployment for the creatures. He shifted his body to the side. It hurt. Had something gone wrong he wondered? It seemed to him that the roll out would have been another month out, after Helios Reign and he scouted that factory in Yokohama to house the Constructs. To that end, where was Helios? It was Sunder's job to look after him and be available to help bring the Anti-Architect's plans to fruition. Reign was coming along more recently as a leader, but his skills still needed to be polished, his frustrations controlled. They'd just gotten more allies other than the ghoul, Ashe, and the small blonde shapeshifter Lillian. The new recruits had to be tested and put through their paces. Compatibility with the Constructed had to be sorted. Why was he in Shibuya? Had they been testing some of the new members? As Sunder's thoughts began to spiral, the solid chunk of the door outside indicated someone was entering the vestibule. He turned jerked his head towards the maroon door as it opened. Two highly forgettable guards clad in plain black uniforms stepped through the door. That seemed consistent with the typical staff at the Shibuya facility. “Stand up and place your hands through the slot please,” one of the guards issued the order in a deep voice. Sunder compiled without resistance. A secondary set of talent dampening cuffs were applied to his wrists, this time with chains. He briefly wondered why there were two sets of dampeners on his wrists, but some of the other facilities had used them to help him condense his form for testing. The shade shrugged the thought off as the trio stepped into the vestibule, where the investigators awaited him. The lights out here still shone from the floor. His head hurt. He wondered how long this would take. Before him Sunder noted the three figures in the room, two men and one woman. Clearly the man with the gray speckled beard, who was seated on the far right, was the head researcher. His yellow eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Was the man's name Umetsuo? It sounded right to him. The female looked familiar too. Sunder remembered her at a few of the creature trials in Europe. It seemed to him the auburn haired woman had gained a little weight, not that it was a bad thing. She was seated in the center and smiled up at him politely. The final man, he looked all business in his suit and dark blue trench coat. The dark hair on his head was clipped short. Was he from the lab? Was the man an infiltrator? He had that look about him Sunder reasoned. He was seated to the left most of all of them, close to a machine that sat against the back wall of the small room. One guard closed the maroon door behind them, as the shade entered the room. He took a post near the back door, while the other took up a position near the other door leading out of the room. Sunder furrowed his brow. This seemed awfully official for a training exercise debriefing. Maybe something had occurred. Had he hurt someone? Did one of the creatures breakout and effect him? His head did hurt. Then there was the matter of this scratchy vestment. Was there the far off possibility he had hurt one of his comrades, even Helios? No, he had to focus. There was no reason to jump to conclusions in light of the lack of information he reasoned. He bowed a little bit to the trio and cleared his throat, who returned the greeting in turn. “Good day, lady and gentlemen. I'm sorry for my lapse of manners, I should have greeted you promptly,” Sunder pulled out the seat in front of him and settled in it, looking to the doctor, “My name is Sunder. I am an associate of our mutual employer Deus. I work mainly in the Tokyo branch. Dr. Umetsuo, was it? My apologies, I regret I don't have the names of your other two colleagues. We've surely met elsewhere, maybe in Europe or somewhere else.” The female Justicar's face still bore the smile with which she had greeted the inmate. Her eyebrows raised imperceptibly in surprise at the cordial greeting. She glanced between “Dr. Umetsuo” and her trench coated colleague, Senji Koda, a talented empath would be made of use for the interview. Koda shrugged, flipping a switch on the machine next to him. “Well, Mr. Sunder is it? That an interesting name. Is that your last name or...?” She fished inside a bag at her feet, pulling out a pad of paper and a few pens. “No ma'am, that is my only name.” “A mononym,” Senji Koda piped up, shifting to a more comfortable position in his chair, watching the shade's body language. “Okay, Sunder. Well, my name is Naomi Fuji and the gentleman in the trench coat is Senji Koda. We'll just be having a bit of chat and debriefing on some of the events that have occurred lately. We want to make sure that the 'research' group stays up to date on the happenings within the various branches of the organization. Will that be okay with you? We'll just be having a bit of an informal discussion about these things, the state of the Constructed and such.” Naomi smiled at the shade. Sunder nodded his head in agreement, his shoulders relaxing. “Well, good,” she began. Koda cleared his throat. “First thing,” Senji Koda took one of the pens on the table and a piece of the paper, “We need to get a baseline of how much you remember, for comparison's sake.” “How old are you?” Naomi inquired. The shade sat for a second pondering the question. “I don't know.” “Where are you from originally?” “I don't know,” Sunder replied. Koda looked genuinely surprised, glancing over at the doctor, who shrugged his shoulders. “Do you have any family,” Naomi continued her questioning. The shade tilted his head, “In so much as, biological?” Naomi nodded. He shook his head, “Not that I do know, ma'am. I wish I did know.” “You are male, Sunder?” the doctor chimed in. Sunder replied with humor, “Yes sir, as male as any other male I suppose.” Koda seemingly satisfied with the shade's responses, scribbled: He's being truthful, pretty relaxed too. He might think is a debriefing or official response, maybe? Naomi furrowed her brow slightly. “Okay, thank you Sunder. Let me ask you this, so we can verify your long term memory,” she cleared her throat. “Yes ma'am?” “What is the first thing you can remember?” Sunder leaned back in his chair, lost in thought. He remembered his first night in the old neighborhood. “I remember walking down the street on a humid night in Yokohama. Say, twelve years ago?” “In Yokohama, huh?” He nodded, “Yes. The neighborhood has a nice mix of street life in it. I just remember wandering. There is a nice tea house on the upper most part of town, but I didn't frequent it at that point.” “Oh,” Naomi jotted a note down on the paper, “Were you by yourself?” The shade nodded, leaning back in his chair, “Yes, I had no companions then. I remember it being a humid night too. There was... a sound?” “What sound?” Koda asked. Sunder cleared his throat, looking directly at Naomi. “You'll pardon me madam, Ms. Fuji, for saying this...” “No, please, go ahead.” She jotted notes down on the shade's comportment. “It was the sounds of a woman being 'violated' in a most unwholesome way.” “Oh.” “Yes,” he cleared his throat, “ Not that I could appreciate it at the time, but it didn't seem right. The man-beast, creature, was a great stinking thing. Thoroughly classless. He had her legs splayed open and was inserting all manner of tentacle like objects into...” Koda cut Sunder's statement short, “We get the idea.” The shade coughed and continued hoarsely, “Quite. I took the liberty of relieving him of those objects and that lump of a thing he called an arm with my warp.” Sunder passed a note to Naomi. Old case. That would have been the Yokohama Worm Rapist. He was found at a local hospital after the woman identified him. Both accounts mentioned a 'man eating' shadow. “Did you try to speak to her? Or was anyone else there?” He shook his head. “Speech didn't really occur to me until later. I guess, I just was sort of an empty vessel then, but the actions of that thing didn't seem right...” “And after you interrupted it?” As if to confirm the note Koda had passed, Sunder finished with, “The creature ran screaming. I never saw the lady again. She'd shambled into the night, poor thing. I guess seeing me do that to him would be traumatic enough under normal circumstances...” Sunder coughed, looking at the doctor, “My apologies. Could I trouble you for a glass of water from that pitcher? It feels like I haven't had anything to drink in ages.” “Of course.” He filled a glass and passed it to the shade, marveling as the creature brought it up to what might be considered his mouth and watched the liquid disappear to somewhere, “My thinking with your previous statement, Mr. Sunder, were you aware of your form at that time?” Sunder shook his head, putting down the glass. “No sir, it came as a surprise to me when I passed by some shop front windows. I mean, I had thought it odd that my steps were so light.” “So you have no memories or knowledge as to your previous state, or if you had one?” said the doctor quirking his brow. “No sir. As far as I know, I have always been like this, I mean, I knew I was me.” the shade paused, “My apologies for asking this but, is this line of questioning necessary considering...” Justicar Naomi interrupted with a quick lie, “It 's part of the reason why we're all are here Sunder. There was an incident with one of the Psionic Constructs. We have to make sure everyone is who they say they are and make sure there haven't been any duplicates or false memories implanted in our associates from the general fallout. You understand, right? I'm sorry if this seems like we're beating around the bush.” “Oh, no, no. My apologies, Ms. Fuji. I'll endeavor to answer all of your questions. I just wanted to make I wasn't wasting our collective time.” The shade bowed slightly. Naomi Fuji nodded, “Think nothing of it. That's quite gracious of you.” Koda chimed in, “Speaking of questions, how long did you wander the streets like that? It's to establish a timeline, of course.” Sunder pondered the question. “I'd say six months there about? I remember it had started to snow by the time I'd found that warehouse. I'd parted with a fellow who'd shown me the ropes, so to speak.” “Showed you the ropes?” The shade nodded. “He was a nice fellow. He taught me diction, some basic signs, how to pick a lock. Truly, he was a gentleman.” “A gentleman? Well, what happened to your friend?” “I think he died of a heart attack, as one night I couldn't rouse him.” He shrugged. “You didn't try to get help?” Justicar Fuji asked. “At that point, I didn't know that kind of help existed.” “Moving on to the warehouse you mentioned,” Koda asked, scribbling a note to Fuji, “What happened there? You can take a moment to think of your answer if you need to, Mr. Sunder.” While the shade collected his thoughts, Koda passed the note to the auburn justicar. Reports came in around 12 years ago of a shadow eating criminals. The squad thought it might have been a new vigilante or an urban legend. The reports stopped in a relatively short period of time. Crime had actually dropped by a lot during that point. Koda ran his fingers through his short dark hair. Sunder looked up from his thoughts. “Please, tell us what happened,” said Koda. He took off his navy jacket and hung it on the back of the chair, taking a position to actively listen to the inmate's story.

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