diaper dimension It's the Little Choices - NEW Epilogue (Updated 2/8)

[bbykimmy]

3 minutes ago, Wannatripbaby said:

(WARNING! WARNING!)

(ADORABLENESS OVERLORD!)

(ADORABLENESS OVERLORD!)

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

*Explodes*

Oh no!  Trip!  What have I done?  I killed him!

I'm a monster!

D:

[Wannatripbaby]

4 minutes ago, bbykimmy said:

Oh no!  Trip!  What have I done?  I killed him!

I'm a monster!

D:

*Reconstructs self at a molecular level*

"No worries, M'dear! Happens to me all the time. 'Twill take more than that to get rid of me! *Falls down* *Gets back up again* I'm fine, really! It takes a few minutes to re-establish my equilibrium when I put myself back together.

Oh hey! We got to page 2!

[bbykimmy]

3 minutes ago, Wannatripbaby said:

*Reconstructs self at a molecular level*

"No worries, M'dear! Happens to me all the time. 'Twill take more than that to get rid of me! *Falls down* *Gets back up again* I'm fine, really! It takes a few minutes to re-establish my equilibrium when I put myself back together.

Oh hey! We got to page 2!

We surely did, all it took was a picture of my diapered butt

We'll see if that gets more likes than my chapters, lolol

[Wannatripbaby]

3 minutes ago, bbykimmy said:

We surely did, all it took was a picture of my diapered butt

Is there any problem your diapered butt can't solve? I think not.

[Lil_Eevee]

Oh! When is CAPcon? Is it too late to get tickets??? I really wanna go!! 

[bbykimmy]

50 minutes ago, Lil_Eevee said:

Oh! When is CAPcon? Is it too late to get tickets??? I really wanna go!! 

It's March 22-25th in Chicago, the host hotel is sold out but there's still room at the overflow hotel.  We're at the very last minute for buying tickets, I think they stop selling them this week.

Edit: I was wrong, they're on sale until Feb 26th, unless they sell out.

[WBDaddy]

Heehee Kimmy has the cute factor going for her, for sure.

Not to mention the writing talent.  Diaper Dimension is definitely her playground.  

[bbykimmy]

Chapter Ten

Carol brought the steaming cup of black coffee and the lone bagel on a small plate to Fiona's desk, she didn't need to ask her preferences on this matter any more, which made her feel good.

"Oh," she said with a smile to Fiona, not able to see inside the playpen set to one side in the office, "I see we have a visitor this morning."

"Yes," Fiona agreed distractedly, taking a sip of the scalding coffee without a flinch - drinking superheated coffee was a skill all its own. Her eyes never flicked away from her screen. She had a personal policy not to bother with company e-mail on personal time and her people knew it. If there was anything urgent, they knew to message her phone directly. Unfortunately, this led to a more stressful morning routine as she had to catch up. "Aimee will be with us all day today, but only today."

"Okay," Carol agreed, puzzled. Why would the Little only be here today? she asked herself, I wonder who she belongs to, then. Fiona had mentioned a "Little problem", but hadn't said much else. Honestly, Carol hadn't seen too many adopted Littles in person. Her sister lived on the other side of the island and they didn't get together too often. Charlotte and Matthew looked very happy in photos and videos, not that Carol understood it. Matthew had been an electrician, reasonably successful.. and now he spent his days in diapers, doted on by Charlotte. Only 1 in 5 Amazons in Gaule had adopted a Little and they tended to be in the upper echelon. Gaule didn't provide government assistance to Amazons adopting Littles like Albion and Catalon, and frankly most Amazon-controlled islands. Adopting a Little was fine, but you had to finance it yourself.. and they had to want it.
Carol's curiosity got the better of her and she approached the playpen. The Little was sitting down inside, her legs spread wide, a coloring book open in front of her. She was coloring away, not a care in the world. She was a small blonde thing, tiny... she seemed smaller than the Littles she was used to. Carol stood at the edge of the playpen, and the tiny angel looked up at her with big blue eyes, her ringlets bouncing in rhythm with the bobbing of her pacifier. It was like the world narrowed to a point with this tiny, helpless, adorable creature at its center. Carol felt a strange sensation in her breasts, a pressure... and a wetness.

"Fiona, may I borrow your Little for a moment?" Carol heard her voice ask, it sounded distant.

"Sure," Fiona answered, still distracted by her computer. She answered without looking up, her fingers still flying across the keyboard.

Aimee gaze up at the new woman, this must be Fiona's assistant Miss Joly. What does she mean borrow me? Aimee wondered to herself as the giant woman reached down and uncuffed her legs, hauling her out of the playpen and carrying her out of the room. The woman was rhythmically patting her diapered bottom, which was making her pulse race. She clung to the woman, looking around. She was carried to a room labeled "Mother's Room", which was empty except for an overstuffed chair and a changing table. They sat down in the chair, the woman setting Aimee down in her lap. All she could do was suck on the pacifier... so she did.
"You are the cutest thing I have ever seen," Carol still felt spacey, out of control. She reached inside her blouse and unclipped her bra while the Little just stared up at here with those baby blue eyes, the pacifier shield bobbing happily. Carol felt her lap grow warm, the little darling was wetting her diapers right now. The wet spot on her blouse grew, and suddenly she understood why Amazons adopted. There must be a perfect Little out there for every Amazon... like a soul mate. She had to find out more about this Little, she was in love. She lifted her blouse and released the pacifier from the cutie's mouth. "Aimee," she said dreamily as she guided the Little's mouth to her leaking nipple.

Aimee wasn't sure how to feel about this, breastfeeding was something she had only dreamed about trying, but always with Fiona. This felt like... cheating. She resisted, which took every ounce of willpower she had, but Miss Joly was so strong.

"Miss Joly, wait," Aimee protested, but was quickly silenced as the Amazon refused to pause, pushing her nipple between Aimee's lips. Her milk was sweet, already leaking from the nipple. It may have been the best thing she ever tasted, and her willpower melted away completely as she began to suckle vigorously. It was amazing. Why would a Little want to be anything but adopted by a caring Amazon? she asked herself, but it was her last coherent thought. Once the milk hit her stomach, something changed in her and all she could do was... feel. She could feel Miss Joly's warmth, her caring, her arms. She could smell the milk, she could taste the love, but she had no real thoughts. Even when she began wetting uncontrollably, the closest thing she got to a thought was a wave of pleasure. Her body twitched and convulsed lightly, quickly in Miss Joly's arms.

Caroline Joly moaned softly, biting her lip as she felt the Little Aimee drawing that warm fluid from her. She had never known her body was even capable of these feelings. As soon as the milk stopped flowing from one breast, every fiber of her being demanded that the other one be drained next. Aimee was in a daze as she switched nipples, but she re-latched without hesitation on her right breast. She didn't have much milk to give, this was the first few drops her body had ever produced, but every drop was sheer ecstasy for both of them. Carol dug her fingers into Aimee's hair, massaging the Little's scalp as she fed.

When Carol finally came to her senses, Aimee was unconscious in her arms. She snuggled the Little close.

"Oh, you must have been so tired, poor thing," she planted a soft kiss on Aimee's forehead.. and suddenly her body was flooded with anger. "How could anyone let you work? How could anyone let you do anything but crawl and play? I don't even think you should be allowed to speak." Everything about this felt right, a Little belonged at the breast of an Amazon, diapered and helpless. She didn't know how, but she could literally taste Aimee's happiness, it was like a thick smell that permeated the room... but at the same time, it wasn't. The room smelled of powder and disinfectant... but there was some other sense there, something she didn't even know that she had, and it was overloaded to the point of intoxication with Aimee's joy. She had felt the instant that the Little had given in and accepted the milk, she could taste it as the bliss had flooded her tiny body. She had almost orgasmed when she felt the Little wetting her diaper as she drank.

"Holy shit," Carol said to her reflection in the mirror, snapping out of it. "Oh my... that was... wow." She slipped her bra back on and clasped it while Aimee lay unconscious across her thighs. She frowned at the round spots on her blouse, but there wasn't much she could do about that. She wasn't sure what she was going to say to Fiona, but suddenly she understood. The urge to baby a Little was overwhelming when it hit, she had never felt anything like it. She had to get out of this room, that smell.. that taste... whatever it was, that new sensation was thick here. She held the sleeping Aimee close to her as she hurried back to Fiona's office, hoping her boss was still busy, sure that she'd be able to smell what had happened on her. She stopped rushing as she reached Fiona's door, taking a deep breath and walking calmly. The keyboard was still clacking away, stopping only so Fiona could gesture at the screen to navigate. Carol laid Aimee back down in the playpen, re-securing her ankles and dropping her pacifier next to her sleeping form before slipping back out of the office.
Fiona barely looked up as Carol slipped out of the room. She raised an eyebrow, finally registering that Carol had stepped out with Aimee, but she hadn't been gone all that long, maybe twenty minutes. She hit send on her final piece of catch-up and drained the last drops from the coffee cup before sending Carol a message of thanks to her workstation, asking for a refill when she got a spare moment. She looked at her calendar, it was a little too early to head out to her meeting at Osmium. She stood up and walked over to the playpen, expecting to see Aimee coloring or pouting due to boredom... but she was surprised to find the Little fast asleep. Irritation rose in her quickly. 

She hasn't even been awake that long, Fiona thought angrily to herself, I can't believe she's napping already. No wonder she's never gotten a better job, she's lazier than I realized. She turned away in disgust at her friend and sat back down at her chair. She had been feeling badly for being a little short with Aimee this morning, but any trace of that near-guilt was completely gone now. She started reviewing her plans, what she was going to discuss with Whitmore, how she was going to work the pitch, when Carol slipped back in quietly with a fresh cup of coffee, swapping it for the empty one.

"Here you go, Miss Ma... Fiona," she smiled. Old habits indeed died hard. She fought the urge to go stare down at the sleeping Little.

"Oh Carol, thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you," Fiona returned the smile. She really did appreciate Carol, for everything she did. The interference she ran, the advice she gave, and the incredible attentiveness that she devoted.

"It's my pleasure," Carol returned as she started to leave with the cup, but she couldn't stop herself as she heard the bells of Aimee's ankle cuffs jingle and saw the blonde angel sit up in the playpen, her tiny hands stretching above the rim that floated above the mesh netting. "What's the story with the Little?" she asked quietly, still quite near to Fiona.

"Aimee is my roommate, we've been friends for a long, long time. She's helping me out by playing the part of my Adopted Little today to help me get into Osmium. She's.. a good friend." Her irritation was still high, but they really had been friends for a very long time. She had definitely been angrier with Aimee than she was currently, like the time that the Little had been talked into stealing her bras for a local group of Littles to burn in a sympathy protest against Catalon. Aimee was a good person, she was just a little selfish.

"So she's not... really Adopted?" Carol had a note of surprise in her voice. Aimee had wet herself twice in the short time that Carol had her, she figured that the Little had been diapered forever and that Fiona was babysitting for a friend or something similar.

"No, she's Licensed. She's just a friend doing a favor."

"Oh," Carol felt simultaneously disappointed and horrified. She had violated that poor Little, but at the same time, there was no way a Licensed Little would want someone to adopt them for real. Something inside Carol was telling her to go claim her, to call the Little her own, to potentially fight Fiona to possess her. "That's very nice of her," Carol finished. "I've got to get back to work, message me if you need anything, Fiona." Her smile was weak as she fled from the room, full of conflicting feelings.

Aimee stood up, her ankles jingling as Carol left the room, she blushed... she didn't want Fiona to know that she had cheated on her. It wasn't really my fault,Aimee told herself, I couldn't stop her. Her cheeks burned with shame at the memory, that milk had been the best tasting thing she had ever, and Carol had been so strong, so forceful.. everything she wanted from Fiona. But I'm in love with Fiona! She looked over at the love of her life, so adult, so powerful at her computer in her spotless suit.

"I love you so much," Aimee whispered, knowing that Fiona wouldn't hear her. She only hoped that Miss Joly wouldn't say anything about it.

 

Chapter Eleven

"Okay," Fiona said as she lifted Aimee out of the playpen, "We need to head to the club." She pulled Aimee to her, grabbed her briefcase and headed out of her office. "I'm headed to Osmium for my 11 AM. We'll be back around 1:30, I expect. Wish me luck."

"Good luck, Fiona," Carol forced herself to sound cheerful, she gazed at Aimee longingly as they walked away. Aimee blushed and buried her face in Fiona's neck, Carol could only assume the Little hated her now. Carol felt awful for forcing herself on Aimee, she desperately wanted to apologize, but her emotions were completely confused. Her body was telling her to run after them and take the Little, to keep for her own. She forced herself to look back to her screen and focus on work, but it was quite a while before the lingering urges faded.

Aimee was back in Fiona's arms, headed for the car. The pacifier was uninflated, this was her chance.

"Thank you so much for today," Aimee said softly into her friend's ear, "You're so beautiful, so... "

"Shh," Fiona cut her off, "I... we can't do this right now. This meeting is everything at the moment, it needs one hundred percent of my focus. Thank you for the compliment, but I need to concentrate. We'll talk about this at home, okay?"

Aimee's heart broke a little, but she understood. Fiona had a lot riding on this meeting, so did Marc. It was selfish of her to try and distract Fiona from her goal right now, she wasn't being a very good friend. She popped the pacifier back in her mouth and sucked on it, consoling herself. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the ride, her soggy bottom supported by the most wonderful woman ever as the world bobbed by. It was over too soon as Fiona placed her into the car seat and began strapping her down. The crotch buckle strained a bit against the swollen diaper, which only made Aimee feel even better. Then came the wrist straps, the ankle straps, and the pacifier was inflated. Aimee's head swam from all of the sensations, the milk sitting wonderfully in her belly to top it all off. 

"I hope the daycare is everything you dreamed of," Fiona said softly, feeling a little guilty for knocking the wind out of her friend's sails. I just can't deal with that right now, she told herself, Aimee understands. We'll talk it all out tonight.

Aimee suddenly had a pang of fear in her chest. What if the daycare was as terrifying as Littles think they are, she wondered, What if they just want to punish and humiliate me... but even that thought excited her. She imagined a raven-haired beauty standing over her, mocking her.

"Oh, poor widdle baby," the fantasy woman teased, "Are your diapees too wet? I'm not changing you today unless you beg for me. Beg me to put you in another diaper, because that's all you'll ever wear from now on. The only time you'll be out of diapers is when someone is putting you in another diaper." The vixen sneered at her in her mind's eye, towering over imaginary Aimee, reaching down and squeezing the diaper. "Your mommy told me that you need lots of punishment, so that's what you'll get."

By the time they reached the club, Aimee was breathing quickly and shallowly, struggling hard against the smiling ladybugs with all her might, in absolute futility. She sucked on the inflated pacifier as best she could. She had no idea what to expect in the daycare. She probably should be scared, but exploring any of those thoughts just led into another fantasy. Fiona parked between two fancy cars Aimee couldn't identify, and soon she was unbuckled and back in Fiona's arms. Part of her missed her ladybug friends already.

Fiona strode with purpose into Osmium, a briefcase in one hand and a Little in the other arm. She felt like such a hypocrite doing this, she was working to free and enable Littles like Aimee, who depended on Amazons to help them get around, stuck in the same neighborhoods, unable to truly integrate with larger society. And yet, here she was carrying her best friend in the world into this beacon of the establishment after dressing her as a baby, disrespecting all Littles as a people in the process. She cursed herself in her head silently as she opened the doors to the opulent club, reminding herself this would all be worth it in the end.

"Good morning again, Miss Marr," the same club staff member, the balding man with the pencil-thin mustache greeted her again, "Oh, your Little is simply adorable! I had no doubt you'd be back, but you appear to have done simply splendidly, look at those curls!" Aimee blushed as the man fawned over her. He took a moment to shuffle through some paperwork before continuing, "Let's get her registered and finalize your membership. What is her name and Little age?"

"This is Aimee, and she's eighteen months," Fiona hoped she was guessing right on the age, she didn't want Aimee to be too helpless, but she also wanted her to get the full experience.

"Delightful, is she a native or a portal Little?"

"Native," Fiona answered, and the man's eyebrows shot up.

"Native? Really? However did you find one this cute so quickly? You are an impressively driven woman, Miss Marr. Fantastic," the question was apparently rhetorical, because the man just continued on, "Okay, please check your preferences for her here for me and we're all done."

Aimee watched as Fiona scanned down the page, checking boxes.

☑ Fully diaper dependent
☑ Pacifier use
☑ Must sleep in a crib
☑ Restrict speech as a punishment
☑ Restrict motion as a punishment
☑ Naptime approved
☑ Timeout approved
☑ Spanking approved
☑ Solitary confinement approved
☑ Bindings approved
☑ Enemas approved

Aimee tensed at that one, she didn't really like the idea, but she wasn't able to protest.. not that it would have been a good idea, she couldn't afford to make Fiona look bad here. She wished Fiona had chosen "Forcefeeding approved" instead, that sounded much more interesting.

"Excellent. Take your Little down to the care area when you're ready, they'll be expecting her. I assume you're here to see Mr. Whitmore again? I'll be happy to escort you to him."

Aimee was carried along the side of the club, away from the fancy people - the entire right wall was glass, looking down into the daycare area. There were fake trees and a castle, toys and dolls, and a handful of Littles.. it looked magical. The Littles were running and playing without a care in the world. Aimee wanted that so badly, she was really looking forward to this. The large, wooden door at the bottom of the staircase opened into a magical forest. The plush carpet was green, the walls were painted to look like trees with fairies flitting from branch to branch. There was a younger Amazon woman with brown hair dressed in a blue gown with large gauzy wings poking out of her back, but honestly she didn't look terribly happy.

"Welcome Princess Aimee," she said with a wave of her wand, "I'm your fairy godmother." 

Fiona stood, looking dumbfounded for a moment.

"Is.. is this the daycare? You don't have any kind of gates or walls to keep the Littles in?"

"Are you afraid your princess will try to escape? You marked that she's a Native, right?"

"Well, yes.. "

"Most of our Littles are Natives, you don't really need to worry about them escaping, Miss Marr. Why would they want to run away from this? Oh my, what a thick diaper you have, Princess Aimee. Your hair is so cute, too! I see your mommy has very babyish tastes for you. Why don't you come in and play?"

Fiona deflated the Silencer pacifier and removed it from Aimee's mouth as she set the Little down on her feet. Aimee toddled toward the fairy godmother with a grin. To her, this did indeed look wonderful. The whole playroom was decorated to look like a fairy kingdom, she really wanted to see the castle at the far end of the room, it looked amazing. Everything was sized down for Littles, from the toadstool tables and chairs to the caterpillar see-saws. It was like she had been transported to a magical world just for Little Princesses. She couldn't help but giggle as she walked right past the fairy godmother to start exploring.

"I guess I'll be back to pick her up after my meeting," Aimee heard Fiona say.

"Don't worry about Princess Aimee, I'll make sure she's cared for. It's my job."

Aimee wandered for a moment through a "hedge maze" that any Amazon could simply step over, but for her she was lost for a moment, but she heard the giggling of other Littles up ahead. She followed the voices to a clearing of sorts where a group of Littles, three girls and a boy, were sitting together talking. One girl was obviously different from the others, she wore a floor-length magenta gown and looked more like a tiny Amazon than a Little. She had a sparkling tiara in her hair, and a similar blonde ringlet style to what Aimee herself wore, but her eyes were green. The other Littles were looking at her intently. The boy stood out obviously with his bowl-cut brown hair, denim overalls, and a blue shirt. The next girl in the circle had brown hair and a lacy white top with a fluffy white tulle skirt, transparent enough that you could see her thick pink diaper through it. The final girl took Aimee's breath away. She was so beautiful it hurt to look at, she had waist-length naturally red hair, a bright, fiery orange - long and straight, not tied back in pigtails or braided at all, just cascading down her green velvet dress. The velvety skirt did absolutely nothing to hide her matching green diaper, and she was the only one looking away from the tiara-wearing girl. She was looking down instead, her gorgeous green eyes staring at the carpet. The way her freckles danced across her face made Aimee feel butterflies in a way that no one but Fiona ever had before.

"Oh look, a new Princess. Princess Andy, move over so the new girl can sit with us," the tiara-wearing Little's voice was tinkling and musical, but bossy and unkind at the same time.

"I'm not a princess!" the Little boy shouted, "I don't want you to call me a princess, I'm not a girl. Just stop it, Celeste."

"That's QUEEN Celeste!" the Little girl screeched back, "Go tell the fairy godmother you need a nap RIGHT NOW, Princess Andy. Or else."

Aimee looked on in shock as the boy got up and walked away, heading straight for the Amazon caretaker. Why doesn't he fight back? she wondered. It's obvious he doesn't like her.

"New girl, come over here," Celeste commanded. The other two girls were staring at her, the gorgeous redhead looking a little sad, pitying.

"Um, hi," Aimee said quietly, "I'm just going to go find some toys to play with."

"What's your name?" the brown-haired girl in the tulle skirt asked sweetly, "I'm Princess Marie. That's Princess Caitlyn, and she is of course, her majesty Queen Celeste."

"I'm Aimee," she responded, shyly. She took a tentative step towards the group of girls. Marie seemed nice and Caitlyn... Aimee really, really wanted to get to know Caitlyn.

"Welcome to the fairy kingdom," Caitlyn said softly. Her voice was so delicate, it was as soft and gentle as Caitlyn's skin appeared to be. Aimee had an overwhelming urge to touch her. From behind, she heard the Little boy Andy asking the Amazon in charge of the room for a nap.. for some reason, he did exactly what Celeste had told him to.

"Welcome to my court, Princess Aimee. We're all Princesses here. Well, except for me, I'm the Queen. We're going to have so much fun, we were just discussing what we should play next." 
Is she wearing a diaper? Aimee studied Celeste carefully, looking for a bulge... Surely she must be if she's here, right?

"I don't want to play fairies any more, Queen Celeste. Can we go back to playing mermaids?" Marie asked Celeste directly, "That was fun. The playroom looked better as an ocean than a forest. I miss the mermaid walkers, it was like we really were mermaids in the sea! The tails were sooooo cute!"

"No!" Celeste stomped her foot, "I don't want to play mermaids any more, I want to play fairies."

"I liked the mermaid tails too," Caitlyn said softly, looking down again.

"Stop being stupid, Caitlyn. Nobody asked you!" Celeste snarled. Aimee reacted without even thinking.

"Hey, don't call her stupid, you bitch!" Aimee cursed at Celeste with equal venom, stepping forward, closer to Caitlyn. Marie's eyes shot open wide and her mouth dropped, Caitlyn fell backwards, scooting away from Aimee... Celeste's eyes narrowed to slits, her mouth a thin line to match.

"Come here, Princess Aimee. Now," Celeste pointed at her feet as she growled, dead serious - obviously expecting nothing but complete obedience.

 

Chapter Twelve

"Why should I?" Aimee asked, placing her hands on her hips. "Who made you the boss anyway?"

"My daddy, that's who. This is how it works, Princess Aimee," Celeste practically spat the name, but she refused to drop the fairy princess game, "My daddy owns Osmium. I'm the Queen. You're new here and you're dressed in an off-the-rack piece of trash from a department store. That means your mommy or daddy is trying to climb the social ladder. One word from me and my daddy will kick your Amazon out. And I mean right now, I can have you both escorted from the building and banned for life." A look of horror spread across Aimee's face, that would ruin Fiona's meeting, her plans, her dream, everything...

"I'm sorry," Aimee looked down, afraid. This is why the Little boy Andy obeyed her, and he was off taking a nap now. "I.. I didn't know."

"I believe I gave you a command, Princess Aimee," Celeste's voice changed tone, she was obviously pleased with Aimee's submission. She pointed at her feet again. Aimee walked over tentatively while Marie watched intently and Caitlyn looked away. "On your hands and knees." Aimee obeyed, dropping down to a crawling position. "Now poop yourself." Celeste said without a trace of humor. Aimee looked up in shock, that was a part of the fantasy she tended to avoid, she was hoping to do that after she got home and was out of diapers. "Now, Princess Aimee."

"Please, Celeste.. I'm sorry."

"QUEEN CELESTE!" the Little screamed, stomping her foot.

"I'm sorry, Queen Celeste, I'm so sorry," Aimee groveled, tears in her eyes.

"You will poop yourself while you kiss my toes, Princess Aimee. Now!" A bare foot with painted magenta toes, the perfect shade to match her gown appeared from beneath the hem of the Little terror's dress. "Unless you want me to have my daddy kick you and your Amazon out RIGHT NOW."

Aimee scrunched up her face and pushed as she bent down to kiss the horrible girl's foot.. and it came. She filled her diaper while Marie looked on with a wicked grin. Aimee couldn't bear to look at Caitlyn, she felt so humiliated. Being bossed around by another Little was awful. This wouldn't be so bad if it were Fiona, because Fiona would do it from a place of love. Even another Amazon would come from a place of caring, Celeste was just cruel. A tear streaked down Aimee's face as the back of her diaper expanded.

"I'm so glad I have such an obedient subject," Celeste smiled sweetly, "Arise, Pricess Aimee." But before Aimee could get fully to her feet, Celeste shoved her, sending her right onto her bottom. The mess felt hot and awful against her skin. "Fairy godmother!" Celeste called loudly, "Oh Fairy Godmother! Princess Aimee has a stinky diaper, and she needs an hour in the fairy bubble for being mean." Celeste looked down into Aimee's teary eyes, "Tell her you need an hour in the fairy bubble when she gets here, or else."

The Amazon strode towards the group of Littles, easily stepping over the walls of the hedge maze.

"I.. I need an hour in the fairy bubble, please," Aimee choked out as the fairy godmother neared, towering over them all.

"Oh my, someone is stinky," she agreed, "We'll get you your hour after your change. But first, it's naptime for Queen Celeste."

"What? No! No no no!" Celeste stomped her foot, "I'll have my daddy fire you!"

"The order comes from his Imperial majesty himself, my queen," the Amazon smiled sweetly, obviously enjoying this, "This is an order you must obey, your highness. His Imperial majesty wants you refreshed for your engagement tonight." She lifted a kicking Celeste up, slipping her arm under the Little's skirt and hiking it in the process - revealing a very wet diaper to Aimee.

"No, I don't want to nap! I'm the queen, I want to play!"

"It is the burden of leadership, your majesty," the Amazon sounded like she was trying not to laugh as she carried the squirming, screeching Little away towards where she had carried Andy not too long ago.

"Well, you certainly got lucky," Marie sneered at Aimee, "Queen Celeste was probably going to pick on you for the rest of the day. It's so boring when she has to nap, I'm going to go find some crayons." Marie stood and smoothed her skirt, which still did nothing to hide her diaper, it was clearly visible through the skirt and also wet, it sagged a bit between her legs as she walked away. Aimee looked over to where Caitlyn had been, but she was gone.. she snuck away in all the commotion. Aimee felt abandoned and horribly alone, sitting in a messy diaper, forced to smell herself. As the lonliness swelled, she broke down and started crying. She had fantasized a lot about what the daycare would be like, but it was all imagining interactions with the caretakers, domineering Amazons. She didn't give much thought to the other Littles.

"Oh, sweetie, little princess," the fairy godmother came back, scooping up Aimee in her arms and cradling her. Unfortunately, the way she held her ended up mashing the mess around more and Aimee choked on a sob. "It's okay Aimee, I'm sorry you had a bad start. The Littles here generally do have a lot of fun, Celeste is just in a bad mood today. She probably got in trouble at home this morning and she's taking it out on everyone. She'll probably feel better after her nap, she generally does. Let's get your stinky bottom changed, huh? There's no need to cry. You might even like the fairy bubble."

"I still have to go in the fairy bubble? What is it? I don't want to," Aimee frowned, clinging to the fairy godmother's dress.

"It's not so bad, it's like a timeout, that's all. And yes, Celeste is enough of a little monster that she'll make everything hard on both of us if you don't. It's not so bad, it'll be over before you know it."

The Amazon laid Aimee down on a changing table and proceeded to clean her up. Aimee was mortified that a complete stranger was cleaning up her mess, she covered her face with her hands and practiced breathing deeply... through her mouth, of course. The Amazon was quite adept at changing diapers and Aimee was cleaned up rather quickly.

"Your mommy didn't leave you any diapers, Aimee... I'm sorry, but the only ones we have right now are punishment diapers. Remind your mommy that she needs to leave some diapers here for you," the woman said tenderly as she lifted Aimee's legs effortlessly. Aimee felt that warm helplessness and smiled, enjoying the smell of fresh powder as it rained down on her... until the diaper was drawn up. Aimee's legs were completely bowed and there seemed to be a horizontal bar across the crotch of the diaper, inside the padding, that prevented her from squeezing her legs closed at all. She'd barely be able to crawl in this. The Amazon pulled an extra bit to get Aimee's beautiful new onesie snapped around the massive diaper, the snaps strained and the fabric stretched at the crotch. It made Aimee sad, she had loved this onesie so much... but Celeste had dismissed it as trash so easily. "Okay, let's go have some cooldown time in the fairy bubble, okay?"

"Did Fiona leave me my paci?" Aimee asked quietly as she was carried off, a smile came to her lips as the fairy godmother produced it from a pocket and held it up to her mouth. She took it quickly, sucking on the nipple for comfort.

The Amazon caretaker sat Aimee down on a pink spot along one side of a large play area, she could see where Marie was coloring in a book, sittng on a little red toadstool. The fairy godmother started wrapping Aimee in a pale pink plastic blanket.. Aimee started to panic as the woman pulled it over her head. The Amazon only shushed her and pressed a nearby button on the wall, too high up for a Little to reach. The plastic blanket inflated around her and hardened... she was in a translucent pink bubble, with just enough room to turn around in. She couldn't stand or lay down, she could only sit and that wasn't easy with how ridiculously thick the punishment diaper was. She pressed against the bubble, but it was as hard as any plastic she had ever felt, it had no give. All she could do was sit and watch Marie color. Marie just stuck her tongue out and took her coloring book elsewhere, though.. leaving Aimee alone again. She sighed, I won't even be able to take a nap in this bubble. What am I going to do for an hour?

Aimee wasn't sure how long she sat there before a soft voice broke the silence.

"Thank you," the gentle tones came from behind her. Aimee's pulse quickened as she recognized Caitlyn's voice. She turned slowly in the bubble, Caitlyn was leaning back against it, her hair pressed against the translucent pink plastic. Aimee couldn't touch her, smell her.. even her gorgeous colors were muted. It felt massively unfair. "You didn't have to stand up for me. I'm used to Celeste picking on me. I'm so sorry that she did that to you, that was horrible. She... she makes me do that sometimes too. This dimension is so awful."

"Oh... you're not from Gaule? Your not from our world at all?" Aimee had never met anyone from the other side of the portal. There weren't any Little Brokers in Gaule, the practice was outlawed, but there were loopholes that allowed the wealthy to travel abroad and come home with a Little from the other side. "How.. how long have you been here?"

"Six months," the musical voice was so sad, it was heartbreaking. It was like she could speak in a minor key, driving the sadness into another's heart just with the intonation, "I was kidnapped six months ago. You were born here? Like Celeste and Marie?"

"Well, I was born here but I don't know if it's like Celeste or Marie... I'm not rich or anything."

"Sure," Caitlyn sounded deeply skeptical, "So is someone making you dress this way? Are you a captive?"

"Well... no," Aimee's cheeks burned with shame, "I have a normal job that I hate.. " The lie felt awful in her mouth, she didn't really hate her job any more... it was starting to be fun, but she was so used to explaining her desires this way, "I'd much rather be adopted. I love Fiona, I want her to take care of me."

"You want to be in diapers?" The pain in Caitlyn's voice was clear, "You want to be manhandled and trapped, caged and costumed? I'm a fucking pet here, forced to pee on myself," anger started rising in Caitlyn's voice, "I swear someday I will... " Her sentence cut off suddenly and Caitlyn collapsed, convulsing on the ground until she started crying. "I'll never escape," she sobbed softly, "I'm going to be her pet forever."

"What happened? Are you okay?" Aimee pressed her hand against the fairy bubble, wishing she could comfort poor Caitlyn. She shouldn't be here, nobody should be forced into the life of an Adopted Little... it was supposed to be an expression of love. It hurt Aimee deeply to face the truth of what many Amazons did outside of Gaule.

"I'm not allowed to get angry," Caitlyn said sadly, not even bothering to pull herself up. She just laid there... Aimee's heart broke for the girl. She wanted to hold her, to stroke her hair, to tell her everything would be okay, "If I get angry... I get shocked. My mommy says that anger isn't pretty," she sniffled, almost choking on the word 'mommy'. "I'm not supposed to cry too much either. She threatened to make it zap me when I'm sad if I keep making my face all puffy. Amazons are horrible." The statement held no anger, no rage, no hate. To Caitlyn, it was a statement of fact.

"Not all of them," Aimee said defensively, "Fiona - my... my mommy - is working on a device that will let Littles drive full sized cars, she wants to give Littles everywhere more freedom and control over their lives." It gave her wonderful tingles to call Fiona her mommy, she wanted Caitlyn to see how wonderful Fiona was. It was a very confusing feeling to Aimee, because she was drawn to Caitlyn...

"That sounds nice," Caitlyn smiled, slowly pulling herself back up. Her tears were gone and her face was unflushed, "I haven't driven in... well, six months. I'm transported everywhere in a baby carrier, of all things."

"I haven't ever driven... " Aimee said softly, "But you don't have to worry about anything... you don't have to work, you don't have to struggle for food, you don't have to worry about getting hurt. You're safe and protected, provided for.. all you have to do is play... " Aimee felt like she had to defend the lifestyle she had been seeking since she learned how deeply in love with Fiona she was, many years ago.

"There's nothing wrong with you if that's what you want," Caitlyn gazed at her, unblinking, without judgement, "That's just not what I want. I don't know what it was like growing up here, surrounded by giants who want you in diapers... there were no giants where I'm from. Just people."

"Amazons are people," Aimee frowned, "Just the same as us. They're just bigger, and smarter... "

"Smarter?" Caitlyn looked offended, but calmed herself quickly before she could get angry, "What makes you think they're smarter?"

"Well... they are, they just are. All the greatest inventions come from Amazons."

"Because they control the schools, the infrastructure, and the jobs. That doesn't mean they're smarter, that means they're controlling oppressors. You're just too conditioned to see it."

"No," Aimee frowned, "It's not like that. Amazons... just have more potential than Littles."

"Do they? Or do they just want their pets to think that?" Caitlyn turned her back to Aimee again, "I'm going to go. I need to find Tracy, I'm... going to need a change soon." She sounded disgusted as she said it.

"Caitlyn, wait... " Aimee pressed her hand to the bubble, not wanting the painfully beautiful Little to leave her, but Caitlyn didn't even look back.

[Wannatripbaby]

Ah, Caitlyn. She was one of my favorite characters in this story the first time I read it.

[bbykimmy]

12 hours ago, WBDaddy said:

Heehee Kimmy has the cute factor going for her, for sure.

Not to mention the writing talent.  Diaper Dimension is definitely her playground.  

Awwwww, thank you so much for the wonderful compliments.  You know how to make me blush  

The DD is definitely my favorite setting for stories, just because it allows me to go:

CHAPTER 1: Diapers

CHAPTER 2: Plot begins!

The problem with "normal" settings is that you have to build up a way for diapers to be plausible, and let's face it - we're fetishists.  Admittedly, I'm more addicted to the domination aspect, the idea of the Little having no choice than the garment itself... but I don't like pain so most BDSM stories don't do it for me.  ABDL is perfect for me, and the DD lets me dive right in!

19 minutes ago, Wannatripbaby said:

Ah, Caitlyn. She was one of my favorite characters in this story the first time I read it.

YAY!  I loved Caitlyn, so fiery, so sure of herself.  A lot of the fun of this story for me was making this tangled relationship web and asking the question:  "Who will Aimee end up with?"  At this point in the story, we have 4 viable love interests:  Fiona, Helen, Carol, and Caitlyn... my favorite hasn't been fully brought in yet.

[Wannatripbaby]

6 minutes ago, bbykimmy said:

Awwwww, thank you so much for the wonderful compliments.  You know how to make me blush  

The DD is definitely my favorite setting for stories, just because it allows me to go:

CHAPTER 1: Diapers

CHAPTER 2: Plot begins!

The problem with "normal" settings is that you have to build up a way for diapers to be plausible, and let's face it - we're fetishists.  Admittedly, I'm more addicted to the domination aspect, the idea of the Little having no choice than the garment itself... but I don't like pain so most BDSM stories don't do it for me.  ABDL is perfect for me, and the DD lets me dive right in!

YAY!  I loved Caitlyn, so fiery, so sure of herself.  A lot of the fun of this story for me was making this tangled relationship web and asking the question:  "Who will Aimee end up with?"  At this point in the story, we have 4 viable love interests:  Fiona, Helen, Carol, and Caitlyn... my favorite hasn't been fully brought in yet.

I think we might have the same favorite in that case.

[bbykimmy]

9 minutes ago, Wannatripbaby said:

I think we might have the same favorite in that case.

I suppose we'll have to discuss this at length... when she shows up

[Wannatripbaby]

4 minutes ago, bbykimmy said:

I suppose we'll have to discuss this at length... when she shows up

I shall look forward to it.

[bbykimmy]

Chapter Thirteen

With Caitlyn gone, the boredom in the bubble was unbearable. Aimee had taken to slapping the front of her diapered crotch just to see if she could feel it through the padding, which most of the time she couldn't. She tried contorting herself into all manner of positions, seeing how long she could stay upside-down, pressing her diapered butt against the bubble, anything she could think of. She sucked on her pacifier, glad it had been uninflated so she could talk to Caitlyn. She felt very badly for the beautiful girl, she was obviously a trophy Little.. she hoped that Caitlyn's mommy really did love her and that she wasn't just a pet, but that Caitlyn was just too mad to see it. It seemed unlikely that a Little-abuser would live on Gaule, but she also didn't think an emotional shock implant was legal here either.

She watched as a very happy looking younger Amazon man came and picked up Marie, who ran to him gleefully to be swung around in the air and snuggled. She felt intensely jealous at this, she wished desperately that Fiona would swing her and cuddle her that way. She didn't see Caitlyn again until she was finally released from the fairy bubble by her fairy godmother. Thinking about it in those terms made Aimee giggle as she stretched while being carried to a play area. Caitlyn, Andy, and Celeste were already there when she was set down. Caitlyn looked a little more animated now, though she was still keeping her distance from Celeste. Andy was off to the side entirely, playing with a stack of blocks.

"I'm sorry I was mean to you," Celeste said, holding her hands behind her back and looking down. She looked Aimee in the eyes, though it was still looking downward for her since Aimee couldn't stand. "I got really mad and I did the wrong thing and I'm sorry. I hope we can still be friends."

"Of course, Queen Celeste," Aimee smiled nervously. Celeste blushed deeply and sat down on the floor.

"We should play something," Celeste suggested, "What do you want to play?" she asked Aimee, looking at her hopefully. She seemed a lot different now that she wasn't angry and throwing a tantrum, Aimee wondered what the fairy godmother had said to her.

"Um," Aimee started, looking at Caitlyn, "We should play a hard puzzle game, where we can work together. That sounds like fun, can we do that, Queen Celeste?"

"I think that sounds great, Princess Aimee. Will you play with us, Princess Caitlyn?" Caitlyn nodded silently, but there was a spark in her eyes. She was craving a mental challenge. "Pr.. Andy, do you want to play with us?"

"No thank you," Andy said as he set the next block on the stack, it was now almost as tall as he was, "I want to see if I can stack this as tall as Tracy!"

The fairy godmother laughed at that, Aimee concluded that she must be Tracy.

"Daddy bought me the new Puzzle Princess game, it's supposed to be super hard. Fairy godmother, may we please play the new Puzzle Princess game?"

"Of course, your majesty," the Amazon said, walking over to a high shelf. Caitlyn leaned in and whispered softly in Aimee's ear.

"Celeste is always nicer after Marie leaves, and nicer after a nap... we get both," she said quietly, though Aimee was distracted by the softness of the gorgeous hair brushing her cheek and the sudden scent of strawberries.

The fairy godmother laid the box with the Puzzle Princess game in it, Aimee had seen commercials for this game, it looked like fun. It was designed for a group of people to work together to solve the puzzle, Aimee had suggested that they buy it for board game night, but Fiona vetoed it on the grounds that you could only solve each puzzle once.

"Fairy godmother, there are five puzzles in here... will you do one while we do another and we'll race?" Aimee asked the fairy godmother sweetly. "It'll be fun." Aimee did this sort of thing with Fiona all the time, racing to solve puzzles. She never won, but they always had fun. "Littles against the fairy godmother."

"Okay, since we're all right here and there are no others to take care of except Andy," she glanced at him, his tower had fallen over and he was starting anew, determined to stack the blocks taller than an Amazon. "Who looks occupied, I think I can play this with you. You pick what puzzle you three are going to do, and which puzzle I'm going to do."

Celeste clapped and opened the box, picking through the sealed envelopes of the puzzles, each one had a suggested number of players and a difficulty level. She picked the hardest one to give to the fairy godmother, and one of the medium ones for the Little team. Caitlyn perked up at this, eager for a challenge, she was the most excited that Aimee had seen her yet.

"Okay, ready.. set.. go," the fairy godmother announced, but gave the Littles a head start since they had to organize themselves. They spilled the puzzle envelope out on the table, it was a series of locks and clues, math problems and word problems, a spacial reasoning puzzle. They divided the puzzles up and started in on them, occasionally discussing one clue or another. The fairy godmother waited a good couple of minutes before spilling her puzzle envelope on the floor and starting in on it with a smile. There was no clear starting point, that was part of the game. The puzzles interacted with each other somewhat, you needed to get to a certain point in one puzzle before the next step of a second puzzle would make sense. It was really well designed and it turned out that Caitlyn was the smartest of the three of them, she was tearing through puzzle steps quickly.. both Celeste and Aimee felt good about their contributions, though. They each pointed out clues that weren't obvious to Caitlyn, so even though she was by far the best at math, it really was taking all three of them working together to solve it. They were getting really excited as it looked as though the end of the puzzle was nearing...

"Done," the fairy godmother announced, holding up a golden princess tiara that was assembled from the final pieces of the various puzzles. "Oh, you cuties almost beat me!" Aimee laughed at her teasing tone, this was the outcome she expected. She looked over at Caitlyn.. Aimee had suggested this activity for her benefit, she really thought the beautiful girl would be happier if she realized that Littles really weren't as smart as Amazons. It was okay to want to be taken care of. It looked like her plan was backfiring though, Caitlyn sat down on the floor, stunned.. and tears started spilling from her eyes.

"Caitlyn... " Aimee said sadly, sitting down next to her and resting a hand on her shoulder, feeling the fuzzy softness of her velvet dress.

"Oh Caitlyn sweetie," the fairy godmother picked up the gorgeous girl, taking her away from Aimee and holding her tightly, "Shhh, shh, princess. It's just a game. We're just playing for fun, it doesn't matter who wins, sweetie."

"But.. but... " Caitlyn wailed, a sound of soul-shattering sadness, and Aimee felt terrible, "I tried my best! I'm really smart! I'm not just a dumb baby!"

"Oh Caitlyn, nobody thinks you're a dumb baby. We know you're a wonderfully clever Little girl. Your mommy is so proud of how smart you are, sweetie."

"She's not my mommy!" Caitlyn screamed... then she convulsed and lay limp in the fairy godmother's arms, sobbing softly.

"Oh princess," she held the girl tightly. Aimee felt positively sick to her stomach, Celeste and Andy watched with shocked faces... and Andy started to cry as well. "Oh Little Caitlyn, let's lay you down for a nap, sweetie. I'm sorry you're sad. It's okay to be sad." Aimee watched Caitlyn as she was carried off, feeling awful, feeling sick, feeling sad... Poor Caitlyn, she thought to herself, I'm so dumb, that was an awful idea. I didn't mean for that to happen at all.

* * *

Caroline Joly stared at herself in the mirrored surface of the elevator door as she rode it down from the fourteenth floor. She needed to get out of the office for her lunch break, she was feeling positively shaken by the events of the morning. She had never felt anything like that, the urges had been overwhelming, the pleasure.. she blushed at the memory. The elevator stopped on the tenth floor and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm herself. When she opened them, she saw that she had been joined in her descent by a Little.. a blonde Little with long, flowing hair. Her tan suit is adorable, Carol thought to herself, but it looks uncomfortable and she looks like she isn't even wearing a diaper... the realization at the thoughts that were invading her mind were like a splash of ice-cold water in her face. That Little was on the public relations team, she was a consummate professional and very well spoken, Carol had seen her many times at company gatherings, giving presentations and the like. But she couldn't stop herself from imagining stripping the suit off the Little, putting her hair up in pigtails and putting her in a thick, pink diaper. Suddenly it felt too hot in the elevator, she put a hand on the railing to steady herself.

"Are you okay?" the tiny voice asked her, "You look flush."

"Of course you can flush," Carol answered in a daze, "I mean... I'm fine, thanks. I just need some air. I'm... not feeling well."

I just need an iced tea and my usual, she told herself. I just need to calm down and relax.

She closed her eyes until the elevator stopped, trying to ignore the surely imagined smell of baby powder in the elevator. She walked quickly to the exit, nodding to the Little receptionist and banishing the thought that the girl had probably already peed in her chair.

"Have a good lunch, Carol," Hal the security guard said cheerfully as she rushed out. She could only wave in response.

She hurried down the block to her new favorite restaurant. She'd eaten here four times out of the last seven days, the food was just incredible and the prices were great.. but as she reached the door of The Mother Hen, she found the door was locked. The lights inside were off, there was no one there.

"They got shut down this morning," she heard a voice say. She turned to see it belonged to the man who ran a coffee cart, "Deported, by the look of it." She'd seen him around, bought coffee from him a time or two when she was feeling like a treat. He sold a good cup, but it was a little pricey. He wore comfortable clothes, khakis and a short-sleeved plaid shirt. His wild, longish white hair poked out every which way from his head, and his smile was always warm and friendly.

"Deported?" Carol echoed, surprised.

"Back to Catalon with them, something about rights violations."

"Oh," Carol frowned, "Thanks for the info.. I'll have to find somewhere else to grab lunch, I guess." Her disappointment was palpable, she was craving the chicken wraps they sold. She felt like she needed them, she felt a very upset out of nowhere now that she knew she couldn't have one...

* * *

Helen sighed, walking around the store. She was missing Aimee more than she expected. She had another greeter up on the platform, but they wore the full costume with the bear-head. She had gotten a couple of questions from some regulars already, asking where the cute Little was today. It only made her sadder.

Distance makes the heart grow fonder, Helen told herself. It's time to admit that I have real feelings for her, I think.

The thought sent Helen into a bit of a panic. Amazon and Little relationships happened, but only 20% of Littles on the island ended up being cared for that way. Helen wasn't even sure she could afford to adopt Aimee... but she wanted it so badly. She was starting to admit to herself that it would hurt much more if someone else took her, and she'd never seen Aimee so much as flirt with another Little.. she thought about all of her interactions with Aimee. She wanted to be cute, but did she want to be Adopted? There was a big difference...

Helen found herself in the Littles toy aisle, staring at stuffed animals.

I'll buy her one of these and give it to her tomorrow, she decided. If I'm wrong, I'll apologize say I thought she'd like it. But if I'm right...

She spent her entire break and then some staring at the animals, trying to figure out which one Aimee, if she wanted to be Adopted, would like the best.
 

Chapter Fourteen

Fiona was walking on clouds as she headed back down the stairs to the daycare area. Everything had gone almost perfectly with Mr. Whitmore. He loved her pitch, he loved the plans, and not only was he going to fast-track it within his department, he was going to personally endorse it. Fiona had gotten everything she wanted, and couldn't be happier. She walked through the door of the daycare just as Aimee started to cry. Great, she thought to herself, Now what do I have to deal with? The wind was knocked completely out of her sails as she walked over and lifted her diapered roommate and held her.

"Why are you crying?" she asked the Little.

"I made a mistake and Caitlyn is sad now," Aimee explained through her tears. Another Little boy was crying as well, and a very fancily-dressed Little looked like she was about to join the cascade too. Fiona looked around with irritation for the caretaker.

"Excuse me," Fiona called. The caretaker, still dressed in her ridiculous fairy costume appeared from around a corner. "You appear to have some crying Littles here."

"Yes, sometimes when one Little overflows the rest are quick to follow. It's a chain reaction," she explained calmly as she scooped up Andy, rocking him gently and teasing a pacifier between his lips. "Princess Caitlyn was the source, the others will calm down quickly enough." She handed a stuffed fish to Celeste, who hugged it tightly and closed her eyes. "Littles can have very big feelings," the Amazon woman smiled.

"Right," Fiona said flatly, "I need to head back to the office, is Aimee good to go?"

"Of course," she said, her smile fading a bit, "It was a pleasure to meet you, Princess Aimee. I hope to see you again soon." Aimee didn't get a chance to say goodbye, she only had time to wave before Fiona was back through the door. For some reason, that made the tears start anew.

"Aimee, come on. You're an adult, stop crying," Fiona said in a quiet but firm tone as she marched for the exit to the club.

"I'm sorry, Fiona," she sobbed, "I just feel so bad. Caitlyn was kidnapped from her dimension... she doesn't even want to be a Little. It's so sad."

Fiona rolled her eyes, but Aimee couldn't see it. Once they were at the car, Fiona took a deep breath and held Aimee close to her.

"Shhh, sweetie," she whispered, "Everything is okay, everything's going to be okay." Fiona took a moment to rock Aimee back and forth, working to keep her promise to do her best to make her baby day wonderful all while fighting the rising tension in her chest, her own stress. Aimee calmed down and breathed deeply as well. As soon as Fiona felt that Aimee was calm enough, she gently lowered her into her carseat and buckled her in, restraining her wrists and ankles once more. "Where's your pacifier?"

"Oh no, I left it in the daycare... I'm sorry," Aimee felt the tears start to well up again and her lip trembled.

"Shh, baby, I'll go get it for you, wait here." Fiona grumbled to herself, locking her briefcase in the car with Aimee.

Aimee sat restlessly, replaying her mistake over and over in her mind. She wanted to cover her face with her hands, but she was restrained. She felt a pressure growing in her bladder and took comfort in releasing it into her diaper. She closed her eyes and leaned her head a bit to one side. She drifted a bit while she waited for Fiona, but woke with a start when she saw a strange woman peering into the car.
When Fiona got back with the pacifier, there was a woman in a white powersuit tapping her foot outside Fiona's car.

"It's illegal to leave a restrained Little in a locked car, you didn't even roll the window down for her," the woman said judgementally.

"Look, I'm in a hurry - I just had to run in to get her pacifier from the daycare and... "

"No you look," the woman said as she crossed her arms, glaring at Fiona, "A Little's love is a gift, you don't earn it with abuse. If a business deal had delayed you in there, you would have given it your full attention without a thought to the precious girl you have locked in your car. I know your type. Her life is in your hands, don't fuck it up." And with that she marched toward the club, leaving Fiona unable to retort, feeling frustrated and angry.

* * *

Carol was at her desk, staring at a solid oak crib on her computer screen. For some reason, it was gorgeous to her, it called to her. She wanted to see Aimee in it, in a diaper so thick she couldn't sit up, her hands in the air, pleading to be picked up and cuddled.

When Fiona actually walked through the doorway with Aimee on her hip, Carol felt her chest grow wet again.. it hurt a bit. In a moment of clarity, she realized she had to get out of there now, something was wrong. If she stayed, she wasn't sure she was going to be able to control herself, she already wanted Aimee's lips on her chest, pulling that milk from her... and that extra thick diaper the Little had on now certainly wasn't helping those urges.

"Fiona," Carol said with some pain in her voice, "I am really not feeling well, I need to head home. Is that okay with you?"

"Of course," Fiona replied to her wonderful assistant, "Take care of yourself - I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks, Fiona," Carol said, averting her eyes from the woman and her Little, closing her programs and shutting the computer down, practically running from the room.

"I hope she'll be okay, she must be in a lot of pain to be in that big a hurry," Fiona said absently as she carried Aimee to the playpen and secured her ankles once more. "I've got to catch up on anything I missed while we were out," Fiona said as she tapped the shield of the uninflated pacifier, "Be a good girl and stay quiet, okay?"

Aimee nodded and stretched out her legs, it was going to be work to stand in this massive diaper anyway, and she hadn't gotten very far in coloring her picture before Carol had... borrowed her. She felt tingly again at the memory and blushed, pushing away an absurd thought that maybe Fiona could read her mind all this time and if she thought about it too hard, Fiona would know what had happened with Carol...

Fiona returned to her computer to a nasty surprise. She had a conflict to resolve betwen a couple of the directors under her regarding another project. With a heavy sigh she started reading the background information on each side so she could make a decision... but with Carol gone, unfiltered communication was reaching her, a stream of constant interruptions that made it so much harder to focus on the conflict between her subordinates. After half an hour of this, she still wasn't close to understanding the issue enough to resolve it.

"Fiona, I'm thirsty," Aimee said abruptly, breaking the silence of the room, "May I have a drink?"

"Aimee! I'm trying to work here," Fiona snapped. Aimee's recoiled, hurt. "I'll get you a drink in a minute."

Aimee only nodded, not wanting to bother her friend any further. Being a vice-president must be really hard, she thought to herself, Fiona works so hard for us.. I just need to be cuter.

After another hour had passed, Aimee was starting to get really thirsty, but she was having a hard time figuring out a way to be cute without disrupting Fiona further. She couldn't even move much without her ankles jingling, and her legs were starting to get stiff. She very, very slowly manuevered to a spot where she could use the playpen to pull herself upright, staring over the playpen rail to Fiona.

When Fiona heard the gentle jingling, she realized that Aimee had asked for a drink more than an hour ago, and she couldn't get it herself. She had finally come to a conclusion on the first problem that had arisen while she was gone.. and she had managed to stay caught up with the events of the day, though that was much harder without Carol there to help filter things. I can't raid the performance pool to give her a raise, she thought to herself as she stood, walking out of the room to get herself and Aimee a drink, It wouldn't be fair to the designers who have to compete for those dollars. She's not eligible for the bonus pool... I'm scheduled for a raise this year by the tables, I'll give her a good portion of mine. Fiona smiled to herself, satisfied with the decision. Carol was a very hard worker who deserved to be recognized, but she had to be careful not to make it look like favoritism.. using her own raise would bypass all of that, and it wasn't like she needed the extra money. I do need to buy a new car, however...

She returned to the room and handed Aimee a tall glass of apple juice, which was enormous in the Little's tiny hands. Without even thinking about it, Fiona returned to her desk taking a sip from her own glass, and returned to work. Aimee, however, now had a dilemma. She had a full glass of juice that was easily a half a gallon, and nowhere stable to put it. She struggled to take her first sip from the cup without asking for help, which wasn't easy. The glass was heavy and she didn't have a straw. She managed to get a big drink, but spilled a little bit onto her onesie. Knowing that her brand new, wonderful outfit was now stained and stretched made her feel very sad and she struggled to put the still mostly-full glass down in the playpen where it wouldn't spill. She tried to prop it up in the corner, tried to hold it in place with Uni, but she basically had to hold it with her hands the entire time. Any time she started to let go, the glass would start to tip and she would have to hold it again. She sighed, hefting it to try and take another drink, but now the outside of the glass was a little wet and it slipped from her hands, rolling down her leg and splashing juice everywhere before it ran into the anklets and rang the bells furiously, metal tinkling against glass and the bells themselves ringing from the motion.

"Aimee!" Fiona hissed.

"It spilled, I'm sorry!" Aimee hugged Uni and buried her face in his soft mane while Fiona ran back to the kitchen area to grab a towel. She toweled off Aimee's legs and pressed the dry-ish cloth against the bottom of the playpen, retrieving the glass.

"I didn't bring your bottle and we don't have sippy cups at the office, I need you to be more careful."

"I'm sorry, Fiona," Aimee said into Uni's mane. Fiona reached down and stroked her hair softly, Aimee felt more calm. "I didn't mean to, it was an accident."

"I know," Fiona sighed, "I'm just having a really stressful day. There's only a little bit longer in the day, then we'll go home, okay?" Aimee nodded, her face still buried in the unicorn. Fiona returned to her desk and the clacking of keys began anew.

 

Chapter Fifteen

Fiona was so incredibly glad to be home. The final internal meeting of the day had been a nightmare, she had to hold it in her office and without Carol there to help out, Aimee had driven both her and the senior director who was presenting his team's work absolutely crazy with the soft jingling of her bells. She carried Aimee directly to her room, the Little was clutching her stuffed unicorn. She laid her down on the bed and unsnapped the onesie, removing the wet punishment diaper from her.

"Wow, where did this diaper come from?" she asked, "It looks uncomfortable." She balled it up and taped it together, carrying it with her to the kitchen to throw it away. Aimee waited patiently on the bed, but Fiona didn't come back. The sound of a can of beer opening came from the kitchen. Fiona didn't typically drink on weeknights... Aimee hopped down from her bed, the unsnapped flaps of the onesie dangling below the skirt, slapping against her thighs. She frowned and wandered out into the living area of the apartment. Fiona was on the couch, firing up their game.

"You never told me if your meeting went well today," Aimee said softly, "Did it?"

"Yeah," Fiona said without looking back to her, "It really did. Thank you so much for what you did today, Whitmore is going to fast-track our project, we should be testing within the month. It's incredibly exciting and we couldn't have done it without you. You're a really good friend. You want to play for a bit before dinner?"

"Yeah... what are we having?"

"Whatever you're cooking," Fiona looked back at her with a grin, "Thursday night is your night. You might want to change, though."

"Yeah," Aimee agreed, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. She wandered back to her room in a bit of a daze, stripping off the onesie and leaving it in a crumpled heap on the floor. She walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower, rinsing off, careful not to get her hair wet. She replayed all the wonderful feelings of the day in her mind, all the kind things Fiona had done, how beautiful Caitlyn had been... the taste of Carol's milk. It had been an amazing day, and she thought Fiona had really enjoyed it until she got stressed out by work. I'll cook a wonderful meal tonight and we'll cuddle on the couch.. I'll be little and cute, and she'll want to put me back in a diaper, she told herself, It'll be perfect.

She dressed quickly in a t-shirt and jeans. Regular underwear felt flimsy and useless now, she missed the comforting bulk of the diaper. But it would be easier to walk around and climb on the kitchen counters to cook... she looked longingly at the stack of nighttime princess diapers staring at her from her dresser. They looked so soft, so inviting. She ran her fingers along the plastic backing and shivered.

"Almost done with my turn, come on bestie!"

Aimee ran to the kitchen and started preparing a quick meal, BLTs tonight - Fiona loved bacon and they already had the ingredients. She had a whole tomato left over from enchilada night, it would serve perfectly. She got the bacon sizzling and started prepping the sandwiches. She'd be able to bring these to the couch and they could eat and play at the same time, Fiona loved that too. Fiona took a quick shower while she waited for Aimee to finish up dinner, she came back to the couch in a t-shirt and no pants. Aimee delivered the sandwiches with a pickle spear and a side of chips, a giant sandwich with extra bacon for Fiona and a much more reasonable sized one for herself... larger than what she normally served herself, however. She was pretty hungry, having skipped lunch today.

She snuggled up next to Fiona on the couch, laying her legs against Fiona's bare thigh.

"Um, Aimee... I'm feeling a little touched out at the moment, can you give me some space?"

"Oh.. of course, sorry," Aimee scooted over to the middle of the couch, giving Fiona plenty of space while she ate. Aimee devoured her own sandwich, while Fiona took bites big enough out of hers to finish Aimee's in two bites flat.

"Mmm," Fiona intoned, "So good. You are an amazing chef. Let's play some, I've been looking forward to this."

"Yeah," Aimee agreed, hiding her hurt. She finished her sandwich and took her turn in the game, last time she had passed a decree that all Littles in her country be diapered. This time, she was using her turn to declare that all visiting Littles without an accompanying Amazon be immediately seized and put into an adoption program. Fiona just shook her head, prepping for the international backlash. Aimee put all her research points into diapers and feeding tech, and put her controller down after her turn. She gathered the plates and carried everything back to the kitchen, setting them carefully next to the sink so Fiona could do the dishes. She grabbed another beer for Fiona and carried it to her, taking the empty while Fiona took her turn. When that was done, she climbed back onto the couch and grabbed her controller, sidling up next to Fiona once more.
"Fi, today was really great. Thank you," she laid her head on Fiona's arm and closed her eyes, wishing she were diapered right now, "You were a great mommy."

Fiona recoiled at the word.

"Aimee," she set the controller down, "I wasn't. I'm not a good caretaker," she wouldn't use the word, "I.. I don't like taking care of an Adopted Little."

"But you were! I had a great day, you were so... you. So perfect. Wasn't I cute? Didn't you find me cute in your arms? Didn't you like holding me and carrying me?"

Fiona pushed Aimee away from her, grabbing the Little by the hips and shifting her to the next couch cushion.

"Aimee... no, can we just.. can we play the game? I just want to play this game with you, then maybe we can watch a movie. We'll go to bed and I'll drive you to work in the morning."

"So today didn't mean anything at all to you?"

"It meant a lot to me - the last several years of my work got a major step forward, the Little Pilot.. "

"That's not what I mean!" Aimee hopped down from the couch, "Did our time together mean nothing to you? You didn't feel anything at all?"

"Aimee.. I just don't look at you that way, I just don't. I'm sorry," Fiona's words were apologetic but her tone certainly wasn't. She looked down at her Little roommate, her best friend, her confidant, her playmate, her comrade in arms. Not her baby.

"Then what the fuck is wrong with you!" Aimee screamed, throwing the controller to the ground, "Everyone wants me! I'm fucking cute! What the fuck is wrong with you that you don't? Why don't you love me? Why can't you love anyone?"

The words were a knife in Fiona's heart. She'd never been in love with anyone, never felt the lure of romance, never longed for anyone to kiss her... or desired to kiss anyone else. She was incredibly insecure about it and Aimee knew that. She lunged right for it in her pain, and the cut was deep.

"You're not that cute, Aimee," Fiona's voice was a knife in return, a cold steel edge, "You're not the queen of Littlekind, some gift to Amazons everywhere. Excuse me for not wanting to change your shitty diapers!" Fiona was on her feet, towering over her roommate, screaming down at her, "You smelled like piss all day! It was fucking awful, you were whiny and needy, and I don't like carrying you in any sense of the word!"

"Fuck you, Fiona," Aimee squeezed past the Amazon's legs, tears streaming down her face, heading straight for the door.

"You'll be back," Fiona called after her. The Little-sized door within the main door slammed shut. "She'll be back," Fiona said to herself, sinking back into the couch, her head in her hands, tears on her own face. "She'll be back."

* * *

Aimee couldn't see straight as she walked down the street, barefoot. She had stormed out of the apartment without her shoes, but she couldn't go back yet. She wasn't even sure where she was walking, she was just walking away. Tears streamed down her face, she couldn't stop them. Fiona had been faking that whole day, it didn't matter how hard she tried, Fiona would never love her. Aimee stumbled down the sidewalk, crossing a street.. she wasn't even sure what direction she was going, she certainly didn't have a destination. Suddenly, her right foot had a sharp stabbing pain and it felt wet. She sat down on the sidewalk and felt her foot, her hand coming back red with blood.

"Are you okay?" a voice came from high above her, Aimee looked up to see an Amazon woman in a black knee-length dress with white polka dots on it, who was starting to crouch down. She had curly brown hair that danced around her shoulders and a warm smile.

"I hurt my foot," Aimee sobbed, "I think I stepped on something."

"You poor dear, you aren't wearing any shoes," the woman said, "You stepped on a piece of glass. This is going to hurt, hold still." It did hurt, Aimee's vision went white for a moment as the Amazon pulled a sliver of glass out of her foot. The woman tore a large hunk of her dress off at the hemline and started bandaging Aimee's bleeding foot.

"No... don't, don't ruin your dress for me," Aimee sniffled, touched by the gesture, the warmth of it stemming the flow of her tears. "I'm not worth it."

"Of course you're worth it, you are possibly the cutest Little I've ever seen. How could I call myself an Amazon and stand by while you bled in the street? Anyone with a heart would want to help you. That foot looks pretty bad though, sweetie. Do you live around here?"

"Yes, but I don't want to go back right now... I'll be okay, it.. it doesn't hurt as much now," she lied.

"Okay.. you don't want to go home, how about I take you out for ice cream? May I carry you?"

Aimee looked up into the stranger's eyes, they were so green.. like Caitlyn's. Her teeth were so white, her smile was so warm, and she was instantly showing more affection than Fiona ever did. Aimee found herself nodding and raising her arms. The woman didn't hesitate in scooping her up, supporting her by the bottom and holding her close.

"There's a great ice cream parlor just around the corner, let's get you a treat, huh? You look like you need a treat."

"I do," Aimee agreed, "Thank you so much.. I had a really bad day."

"That's awful, I want you to tell me all about it, okay? I'm Wendy, by the way.. what's your name?"

"I'm Aimee. It's nice to meet you Wendy, you're a pretty lady."

"Thank you so much, Aimee. I'm not as pretty as you are though, you are so pretty I bet you can't even keep a clock in your home, they'd all stop to mark the time they last saw you."

Aimee blushed a deep crimson, her tears gone. No one had ever flattered her this way, if Fiona had said something like that to her... she would have melted into a puddle and never moved again. This woman seemed very nice, she had ruined her lovely dress without a second thought, seeking to care for a hurt Little she didn't even know. Aimee knew right away that this was a really good person, someone she wanted to be friends with. A bell rang overhead as she was carried into a shop, a blast of cold air sweeping over her.

"Hey, no shoes, no service lady," a gruff voice came from behind the counter. Aimee buried her face in Wendy's shoulder, she was still causing trouble. She felt absolutely awful.

"Good sir," Wendy said sharply, "My Little friend is hurt, I'm going to buy her an ice cream, you're going to sell it to me, and we'll be on our way. Right?"

"Fine, what can I get you?"

"She wants the Little Supreme," Wendy said, automatically picking the largest and most expensive thing on the menu. She had to make a big splash with the Little. Aimee's eyes went wide as her head whipped around to the menu. That was a lot of ice cream.. it had five scoops with different toppings on each one, she had always wanted to try it, but she never did because Fiona never wanted to help her out with it and she knew she could never eat it alone.

"That's too much... "

"Nonsense, you had a bad day, you have a hurt foot, and you need a treat. Don't worry, I'll have a little bit too, if that's okay?"

Aimee nodded, touched by Wendy's generosity. She closed her eyes as Wendy stroked her hair softly, being careful not to disturb the ringlets. It was so comforting, so calming. Aimee melted a little in her arms. Wendy paid the man and took the massive (to Aimee) dish of ice cream and carried the Little and the treat out the store and straight to a large white Buick. She sat Aimee on the trunk of the car and they ate the ice cream together in silence, the woman smiling warmly at Aimee as she devoured the sweet treat. She savored every bite, every flavor, and Wendy helped out with anything that was too much for her.

"That was a tasty treat, wasn't it Aimee? Are you ready to go home? We need to do something about your foot."

"No.. I'm not ready, my roommate will be mean to me about hurting my foot," she frowned.

"Well, we need to do something. My place isn't too far from here, would you mind if we patched you up there? I have antibacterial ointment for your foot, we can clean it up and maybe spend some time coloring together? I know it's silly, but I love coloring."

"Me too!"

"I have a unicorn poster I've been working on for weeks, it requires a lot of focus, I find it very calming. Would you be willing to color with me while we let your foot rest a bit?"

"Oh, I love unicorns, that sounds very nice Wendy. I would love to color with you... thank you so much, you've been so wonderful."

"Everyone should be wonderful to a Little as sweet, cute, and darling as you. Let's go... I only have a carseat - not a booster, is that okay? I don't have a Little, but I have sat for a friend's Adopted Little before. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind," Aimee smiled up at her, "I've ridden in one before, they're actually very comfortable. Much more comfortable than a booster."

"Oh good, let's get you buckled in and let's go fix up that foot and color," Wendy gave Aimee a little squeeze as she carried the girl to the car. Aimee couldn't see the dark smile that crept across the woman's face, her head was resting on Wendy's shoulder, her eyes closed and a smile of pure contentment was on her face.

[Lil_Eevee]

GAH, WENDY!! Wendyyyy!!! So many emotions! Weeeendyyyyyy!!!!

[bbykimmy]

12 minutes ago, Lil_Eevee said:

GAH, WENDY!! Wendyyyy!!! So many emotions! Weeeendyyyyyy!!!!

Wendy is everyone's favorite!  Okay, that's a lie - Wendy only got 6% of the vote when we voted after chapter 16.. Helen was the clear favorite at this point.

But Wendy is my favorite.  No spoilers!  There will be 3 more chapters tomorrow!  <3

[Wannatripbaby]

42 minutes ago, bbykimmy said:

But Wendy is my favorite.  No spoilers!  There will be 3 more chapters tomorrow

I knew we had the same favorite!

[bbykimmy]

4 hours ago, Wannatripbaby said:

I knew we had the same favorite!

 We haven't gotten to why Wendy is best girl yet... so we can't talk about it yet.  But we're in the minority!

[Wannatripbaby]

4 minutes ago, bbykimmy said:

 We haven't gotten to why Wendy is best girl yet... so we can't talk about it yet.  But we're in the minority!

It's a secret to everybody.

Well, except those who have already read the story. It's not a secret to them.

[YourFNF]

So one thing I'm wondering. If other universes are being raided and large numbers of people abducted, why has no one responded with either sanctions or direct military action?

[bbykimmy]

47 minutes ago, YourFNF said:

So one thing I'm wondering. If other universes are being raided and large numbers of people abducted, why has no one responded with either sanctions or direct military action?

This story is set in Gaule, one of the islands in my "DD Europa" setting, a kind of alternate history world... and in Gaule very, very few Littles are abducted.  Aimee is a native Little, born and raised in Gaule, as were all of the Littles in this particular story, except for Caitlyn.  

My other story, "Making the Best of It" went in to the whys and wherefores of importing Portal Littles... it's a very different story from this one.  My stories are not connected to any other Diaper Dimension stories, I carved out my own little playground to play in.  Large numbers of people are not abducted in my stories... for exactly the reasons you're thinking!

[YourFNF]

CW: Self Harm

 

 

So they grab one or two at a time to avoid detection? That's  insidious, how do they avoid the energy signatures of whatever form of dimensional transit there using being detected though? Do they only grab people from worlds low tech enough for them not to be detected? Jesus that's terrifying if I new what was up and that I only had to wait for extraction it wouldn't be that bad. But to just be grabbed off the street at random. (shudders) After about three months if I couldn't escape I'd probably find some glass object to break and slice both my femoral and carotid arteries.

[bbykimmy]

1 hour ago, YourFNF said:

CW: Self Harm

 

 

So they grab one or two at a time to avoid detection? That's  insidious, how do they avoid the energy signatures of whatever form of dimensional transit there using being detected though? Do they only grab people from worlds low tech enough for them not to be detected? Jesus that's terrifying if I new what was up and that I only had to wait for extraction it wouldn't be that bad. But to just be grabbed off the street at random. (shudders) After about three months if I couldn't escape I'd probably find some glass object to break and slice both my femoral and carotid arteries.

I recommend reading my other story, "Making the Best of It" - what you're describing is a heartless act of abduction, a selfish thing, and evil.  And it does happen.  Our own Little Caitlyn here in this story is such a victim.. her story is dark and sad (and I hope you continue reading it to see her thoughts on it, we have not seen the last of her).  But Melanie's story is very, very different.  She's a Portal Little in Making the Best of It, but how she got there and how she handles it could not be farther from how you imagine it.

If you do end up reading it, I would thank you kindly if you shared your thoughts

[YourFNF]

17 minutes ago, bbykimmy said:

I recommend reading my other story, "Making the Best of It" - what you're describing is a heartless act of abduction, a selfish thing, and evil.  And it does happen.  Our own Little Caitlyn here in this story is such a victim.. her story is dark and sad (and I hope you continue reading it to see her thoughts on it, we have not seen the last of her).  But Melanie's story is very, very different.  She's a Portal Little in Making the Best of It, but how she got there and how she handles it could not be farther from how you imagine it.

If you do end up reading it, I would thank you kindly if you shared your thoughts

Yep, I'm not the most psychologically healthy person to begin with and tend to be extremely individualistic. I also tend to react to fear, frustration or negative emotions in general with anger so knowing that I would probably not handle captivity well. This situation would probably be my worst nightmare. I've actually made the conscious decision that if somebody were to try and abduct me at gunpoint I'd rather try and take a bullet to a non fatal area than let them get me in their vehicle. So yeah pretty much says everything right there. Will check out the other story probably going to need to pace myself to avoid overloading.

[bbykimmy]

4 minutes ago, YourFNF said:

Yep, I'm not the most psychologically healthy person to begin with and tend to be extremely individualistic. I also tend to react to fear, frustration or negative emotions in general with anger so knowing that I would probably not handle captivity well. This situation would probably be my worst nightmare. I've actually made the conscious decision that if somebody were to try and abduct me at gunpoint I'd rather try and take a bullet to a non fatal area than let them get me in their vehicle. So yeah pretty much says everything right there. Will check out the other story probably going to need to pace myself to avoid overloading.

The first half of the other story is pretty sweet and gentle.  I hope you enjoy it