diaper dimension Choose Your Own Adventure: Barbara Davis, Why Thirteen?

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The walls are a pastel swirl of faded blue and pink, like cotton candy - except for one, which has been painted into a mural... a winding path of chocolate squares, lined by large gumdrops, massive candy canes looming over, with fields of lollipops in the distance, a castle of sugar cone topped with strawberry and chocolate scoops rising up over the hill. 

The nursery's carpet is an off-white peppered with rainbow 'sprinkles', and most of the furniture has a base color of creamy-white hues. The changing table is a large wedge of cake, the cushion atop it the slather of pink frosting, while the middle, where one might find filling, is hollowed out as shelves holding the many stacks of diapers and supplies. The crib bars are painted and warped to resemble spiral lollipops, the top rail dripping with pink frosting and topped with fake jelly beans and gummy berries, while smiling cupcakes dance on the bedspread.

A wardrobe stands on the far wall, framed in candy cane border, and the rocking chair resembles peanut brittle, with marshmallow pillows. 

There's a pile of plushies, all candy themed, with gummy worms and giant stuffed cookies with big eyes and wide smiles spilling over from a toy chest almost concealed beneath. There's a wide pie tray filled with red plastic balls like a ball bit, and glass shelves are lined with jars of actual candy, up out of reach of Little fingers, but a perfect, easy to reach treat to look at. 

You stare openly at the room, blinking mutely.  Your eyes fixate on the stacks upon stacks of diapers... and the crib.  A cage for you to sleep in.

CHOOSE:

Object! If you go in that crib, it's all over.

Compliment the room - she's obviously put a lot of work into it.

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You wait, watching.

"I'll cover the both of you if you agree to three films," he says with a smile.

"Deal, but I'm the dominant.  She's a Portal Little, it'll look genuine."

Your eyes widen as you get the gist of the deal that's going down - the two of you are going to be in some kind of porno!?  It's too late to object, Claudia is your only hope.  She looks back at you and you nod.

Filming was bizarre.  This was your eighth film, for some reason you were very popular in this particular industry.  Claudia explained to you that it was risky - that you were creating subversive films... diapering Amazons against their will, forcing them into dreadful scenarios... but you had been around long enough to see them doing the same things to Littles day in and day out in public.

The Amazons were always masked, they never got to speak - you had no idea if they were volunteers or not and honestly - after seeing their oppression first hand, you didn't really care anymore.

The money from the films offset the risk you were taking and you and Claudia had only shared that tiny apartment for about a month before you could afford a better one, in a more Little-friendly neighborhood.

Diapering your lover never seemed to get any less strange, but you understood the reasons much better now.  Your own diaper had saved you more than once.  You said your mommy's name was Claudia, she said her mommy's name was Barbara... and together, you managed to stay out of trouble.  You had secret comm signals and a modulator that made you sound Amazon and in a pinch, one would call the other.

You had been stuck in the dimension for almost a year but honestly... it wasn't that bad.

You had Claudia, and you were getting along, the two of you free - for the most part - in this land of giants.

"Come to bed," Claudia called from the bedroom.  When you had upgraded to a one bedroom it had been heavenly.  Sometimes you think of trying to find a way back home, but no one was sure what would happen to a Native Little crossing the Portal and you loved her - it wasn't worth the risk.

You switch off the Little-safe TV, an import from Gaule that made sure you didn't risk getting accidentally hypnotized and join Claudia in the bedroom.

It isn't the life you imagined, but it's not all bad.

[END - Good End #5]

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"Hello," you step around Amelia and stand at the human-sized counter.  There's something not-quite-right about Claudia, something about the shape of her face or the light in her eyes, it's hard to put your finger on.  She's a little too round-cheeked, a little too youthful.  But she returns your smile just the same.

"Hello," she greets you cheerfully.  "Welcome to LittleStay.  Are you checking in?"

You can feel Amelia's eyes on you, and the other Exnine's as well.  But neither says anything - it's a little unsettling.

"Yes," you confirm.  "Should be for this work week, under Flextech.  I'm Barbara Davis."

"One moment," Claudia smiles, tapping at her keyboard.  "Ah yes, room four twelve.  That's a good one, the fourth floor is just right, it's not so high up that it's scary but it still has a good view."

"Oh, are you afraid of heights?" you ask.

"Most Littles are," Claudia shrugs, printing out some papers and putting a packet together.  "You're a Portal Little, so you don't know yet - but things are different here than where you're from.  Just follow the rules and everything will be fine."

"No smoking, no noise after ten, that sort of thing?"  You look through the papers and take the room key she offers, it seems like pretty standard hotel stuff.

"Yep," she confirms.  "And no accidents - but I'm sure that's not a problem for you."

"Um," you look at her quizzically, "I'm pretty graceful, I'm sure I'll be fine."  Did people often bump into things here?

"Breakfast is served just over there," she points around the corner, "at six a.m., and we offer dinner in the dining room as well - or there's a food delivery service straight to your room."

Your stomach growls a little more loudly than you'd like and Claudia seems to notice, but doesn't say anything.  She offers a sympathetic smile and seems to be pointedly NOT looking at the two Exnines.

"You're all checked in," Amelia smiles, kneeling down and placing her disconcertingly large hand on your shoulder again, offering you a small package.  "This is your personal comm and some basic information, the comm from your dimension won't work here - my contact information is in there, if you need anything just call."

You watch Amelia leave, giving you a strangely longing glance as she slips through the giant automatic doors at the entrance.  You wonder idly if you're big enough to trigger it.  

Now you just have to figure out what you want to do for dinner, basically the best part of business trips - eating on someone else's dime.

CHOOSE:

Turn around and ask Claudia if she wants to get a bite to eat in the dining room.

Head up the elevator and order room service.

Head out to a restaurant - the best part of traveling is the food.

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"Identity broker sounds like I'll be stuck here, that's no good for me.  Please take me to these Little Liberators, I'll take my chances."

The Liberators hideout was in a bad part of town, a long bus ride from Claudia's apartment.  She led you, but she was clearly uncomfortable with the situation.  She wouldn't tell you why, beyond the fact that the Liberators had a bad reputation for violence.

You find yourself in an abandoned building, an old restaurant of some kind... Claudia knocks in a rhythmic pattern on the countertop and you wait.

"Yeah?" a gruff voice asks.  A woman with short black, spiked hair comes from a back room of the abandoned place.  "You lost?"

"Not lost, just Little," Claudia answers nervously.  "This is as far as I go - good luck."

She nods to the woman before slipping off without giving you half a chance to say goodbye.  Probably off to find that identity broker.

"What's the story," the woman says, barely a question at all.  She looks at you with callous, cold green eyes and it seems like a smile hasn't graced her thin lips in a long, long time.

"I apparently violated a decency law," you say, "And I'm trying to find a way back home."

"Tough break," she shrugs.  "You're kinda stupid for coming here - you a tourist or something?  You don't seem like an... acquisition."

"No," you say nervously, not really liking the way she said 'acquisition', "I'm here on business - Technology Exchange program."

"Oh, so they're grooming another Dimension," she laughs bitterly.  "Not much point in going back then, they only do Technology Exchange with Dimensions they plan on invading."

Invading?  An image springs to mind, unbidden, of Amazons invading your hometown and kidnapping people left and right, forcing them into lives as babies like Claudia said.  You have to get back to warn them.

"I have to try," you say, "I have to do what I can."

"Fine," she shrugs.  "I know Sam has been wanting to test the shifter.  You know your coordinates?"

"Yeah," you nod, pulling your badge from your pocket.  "Got it right here."

"Let's do this then - no Amazon tagged you with any tech did they, tracers, pacifiers, anything like that?"

You think of the comm hidden deep in your pocket... but that's your meal ticket when you get home - and the proof that something is wrong in this Dimension.

CHOOSE:

Give up the comm.

Don't mention the comm.

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"What... what does that mean?" you ask, the fight draining from you in the face of an unbeatable opponent.

"Well, I was considering keeping you as a toddler, but if you're going to hit and run all the time, we're going to have to remove your coordination.  Come on."

She carries you to the couch, sitting down and pulling out a small cylinder.  A hologram is projected before you, dancing blobs of color.  Soft music plays and you feel yourself being drawn into it.

"Wait.. " you say, turning your head away and closing your eyes.  "I'm sorry!  I don't understand what you're trying to do, but please don't!"

The way you felt compelled to watch the bouncing blobs was frightening, the word 'conditioning' in conjunction was terrifying.

"You had your chance," Amelia scolds, grabbing you by the chin and turning your head, her other hand forcing your eyes open.  She had set the cylinder down on the couch, the projections continuing.  "Now just relax."

You felt the sounds and sights worming their way into your brain, your body going slack as she held you, forcing you to watch and listen.

Moments later, you find yourself staring up at the ceiling from the floor of the playpen, your pacifier between your lips again.

You try to reach up and pull it out of your mouth, but your arms only flail uselessly in the air above you... you spit it out and roll over, trying to pull yourself up but you can't seem to get your body to cooperate.

"Amelia?" you call.  "Help!  I.. I can't get up!"

"Of course you can't," Amelia calls cheerfully from another room.  "You'll have to earn that back.  You're not a toddler yet, you're an infant."

"You can't do this to me!" you shout, wiggling helplessly in the playpen.  "You can't!  I'm an adult!  I don't want this!"

"My baby," Amelia coos much closer, and you find yourself being lifted into the air and cradled in her arms.  "My sweet baby, do I need to take your ability to talk?"

You blink, shocked at the causal way she delivers the threat.

It's horrific.

"No," you squeak.  "Please don't... "

"Then learn to be a good baby, say please and thank you, and don't make demands of your mommy.  Now say 'sorry, mommy'."

Your heart clenches, a lump in your throat as you realize you have no choice but to comply.

"Sorry, mommy," you croak, fighting back tears.

"There's a good girl.  I was going to make you chicken nuggets for dinner, but since you're such a little baby, I think we're going to stick to bottles."

"Please mommy," you beg helplessly.  "Please, I don't want a liquid diet."

"Oh you're far too little to know what you want, sweetie."

Amelia kisses you on the forehead before laying you down on a mat on the floor, with dangling toys hanging from curved rods above you.  An infant's toy.  Despair grows in your heart as you realize that it didn't have to be this way, if you had just chosen more wisely.

Now you might never walk again, might never be able to feed yourself.  You feel the diaper growing warm between your legs as your body betrays you further, your bladder surrendering.  You begin to cry as you lay there helplessly, wetting yourself.

And you can't even complain, or she'll make it worse.

Will she ever let you walk again?

[END - Bad End #12]

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You stand, abandoning your meal and following Claudia down the hallway, darting around a corner and slipping through an emergency exit and into an alley.

"That was close," she pants.  "Come on, we have to go to my place.  They're going to be looking for us."

"Why?" you ask, disbelieving.  "Because I dropped the f-bomb?"

"Yes!" Claudia cries, "You can't say that word, don't even talk about saying that word.  You're a LITTLE, Barbara!  Are you crazy?  You could've gotten us both claimed.  I have to find a new job now."

"What?" you blink, surprised.  It didn't make sense.  "Why would you need to find a new job just because a customer cursed?"

"Because I helped you escape," she groans.  "I couldn't just leave you - Angie was going to go tell the manager, Erin was going to come get me and then the manager would come claim you.  You violated your visa when you said that word!"

"What!?" The whole world was spinning.  Violating the visa was the common thread in all the snatching stories.  The visitor did something to void the visa and then they were never heard from again.  You realize too late just how easy that is, and now you might never go home.

"Follow me," Claudia takes your hand again and darts to the end of the alley, waiting... you stand there for what seems like minutes before she yanks you along, dashing onto a bus and waving her hand at the driver.

The bus ride is surreal - you climb a ladder to an upper-deck, the main deck is filled with Exnines who eye you suspiciously.  You know that you need to follow Claudia's lead now, you've put yourself in a terrible state - you have to find some way to contact an Embassy or something and get home quickly.  As you follow her up the ladder, you find yourself peeking up her skirt unintentionally... but what you see there doesn't make sense.

She's wearing a diaper.  A big, white, puffy disposable diaper.

You try to ask her about it but she shushes you harshly, eyeing the other normal-sized humans on the bus warily.  Any attempt you make at speech is shushed until you're walking through the front door of her apartment.

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"Okay," you groan.  "I can't argue with your logic.  You first, I guess."

You take the diaper from her, a large, white, plastic rectangle.  You unfold it and stare at the padding... it was so surreal.  And the thought that it could become permanent burns in the back of your brain as Claudia bunches her skirt around her hips and presents her naked lower half to you.  Not exactly the kind of romantic entanglement you had in mind.

You slide the diaper under her, hearing the soft crinkle.  You can't help but wish she were half-naked under different circumstances as you sprinkle the soft white, sweet-smelling powder over her from the bottle she offered.  You draw the diaper closed around her, pulling the tape taut and sealing it shut.  It is so strange to see such an infantile garment on such a beautiful woman... but you still felt attracted to her.

Claudia sits up and lowers her skirt - but the bulge of her behind seems obvious now where it didn't before.

"Your turn," she nods, picking up the other diaper and gesturing toward the bed.

You drop your slacks as well, sliding your underwear down your legs as you lay in the very spot where you had just diapered Claudia... and she taps your hip, holding the diaper at the ready.  You lift your hips, letting her slide it underneath you.  Your pulse races, your heart thudding in your chest as her hands are so near your most tender places.  And then comes the powder.  Smelling that sweet smell on yourself is even stranger than sprinkling it on her, but before you're even done processing the sensation, she's drawing the padding closed, pressing lightly on your tummy as she smooths down the sides before taping it closed.

"If that were a real Amazon-made diaper," she says, "You wouldn't be able to untape it.  They use an adhesive that requires their level of strength.  You get put in one of those, it's over.  Just... be careful."

You pull your pants on... a strange sensation to tug them on over the slick diaper.  The bulk between your legs is omnipresent, you can't ignore it, you can't seem to forget about it.  The two of you both crinkle as you head for the door.  Claudia pauses, doing something on her comm that you can't really determine, before she looks up at you again.

"Okay, if anyone stops us, don't resist - just be docile, say that an Amazon already has a claim on you... it's probably best to let me do the talking."

The trip to the broker is frightening - you walk among giants, literal giants, who seem far more threatening than they did before.  The diaper is a constant reminder of the danger you're in - any one of them could decide to give you trouble at any moment, and you no longer have the visa to protect you.

You follow Claudia closely, watching the sway of her well-diapered bottom unintentionally, taking the public transportation with her again to a rather frightening part of town.

She knocks three times on a door too small for the Amazons in a crumbling looking building.

The area is dark, and dank, and the Little waiting inside is shifty.  You feel deeply uncomfortable here.

"Claudia," he says a little too gleefully, "Back so soon?"

"Look Jay," she sighs, "I need help."

"Why should I?" he asks callously.  "Do you even have a way to pay me again?"

"I might," she steps closer, "if you know what I mean."

Jay looks to you suddenly.

CHOOSE:

Betray Claudia before she betrays you.

Trust her, it's your fault she's in this mess after all.

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"Wait," you sigh as the two of you walk toward the back room.  You pull out the comm.  "I have this comm - an Amazon gave it to me, it might not be safe."

"Might not!?" she growls, snatching the comm from your hands and smashing it against the wall.  "I need to get you the fuck out of here, I'm so mad I can't see straight.  You could have led them straight to us!"  She grabs you, yanking you down the stairs and dragging you through a darkened, large room.  Lots of Littles in leather with angry looks wait down here.  Rebels, fighters, the downtrodden.  You try not to pay too much attention to the goings-on as your guide leads you.  "Sam," she calls.  "We got a guinea pig."

Sam is a scrawny sort, a spindly boy with a shaggy mop and thick glasses, bent over a workbench littered with all manner of electronic parts.  He looks at you with genuine concern on his face.

"Are you desperate?" he asks.  "It's dangerous."

"I don't have much choice," you sigh.  "Why is it dangerous?"

"Because it's untested - it's captured Amazon tech.  I'm pretty sure that it'll work fine but... "

"What's the worst that could happen?" you can't seem to keep the nervousness out of your voice.

"Well, it could take you to the wrong dimension... or it could drop you into a nursery belonging to whoever we lifted this from.  It's hard to say, this could all be a trap.  The Amazons are looking for us, after all.  You sure you want to risk it?  Honestly, you'll be doing us a favor.  If we can find a stable dimension to escape to... we could liberate so many Littles."

"Let's do it," you nod, offering him your badge with the coordinates... but the number catches your eye.  It's not right.  It's not the number you memorized.

CHOOSE:

The number printed on the badge: 1256239-Y13

The number you memorized before you left: 1265239-Y13

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The portal feels like walking through jello.  Like the very air is a semi-solid thing, jiggling and wiggling around you.  It's cold and hot at the same time, and your closed eyelids prickle with the bizarre sensation.  You fight the urge to open your eyes, walking forward at a steady pace.  When cool air hits your face, reality snaps back into place and you surge forward, like that strange feeling when you step off of a moving walkway at the airport.  Like you're too fast for the real world.

"Barbara Davis?" a voice calls.  "You can open your eyes."

The world is bright, too bright, and you blink a few times to adjust.  The voice belongs to a woman - well, an Exnine.  She's huge.  She seems nearly as tall as a two story building to you, and you find yourself swallowing in fear, some deep instinct telling you that you have made a horrible mistake.  She's crouching over you, like an adult to a child, and placing a giant hand on your shoulder.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" she asks.  "I'm Amelia Moss.  I'm your guide."

"You're huge," you whisper, taking her in.  Amelia had to be fifteen feet tall, dressed in a skirted pantsuit in a navy blue.  The heels on her shoes are enormous and she smells like freshly baked bread.

"Let's get those reactions over and done with," she says pointedly.  "You need to act confident, like you belong here.  Get yourself together, it's important.  Now, we need to get you checked in at your hotel."  She drapes a lanyard over your head with a photograph of your face on it and your name printed in large letters, with your dimension number underneath it.   1256239-Y13.  That looked right.

She takes you by the hand and leads you out of the waystation - the other side is strikingly similar to your side, but scaled up and SUBSTANTIALLY busier.  There were a lot of mothers and fathers with babies there for a place of business.

You have a hard time keeping up with her long stride, but you make it to her car, where you see her open the door for you... and are greeted by a giant infant's carseat.

"In you go," she says.  "Let's get you buckled in and get this show moving."

CHOOSE:

Allow her to help you into the carseat.

Adamantly refuse to get into the carseat, demanding to sit in the front.

Take off running for the Waystation portal home.

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"Whoa, whoa there.  I'm nobody's Little.  I'm an Exchange visitor, I'm just here to meet you for- "

"You got me a Portal Little!?" Ruby squees, sitting down and staring you in the face.  "Oh, she's not even dressed yet - you saved ALL the best parts for me."

"You're not listening," you protest.  "I'm not yours, I- "  You're silenced mid-speech when Ruby reaches into her purse and pulls out a pacifier, stuffing it between your lips and pressing something on the back side.  The bulb inflates in your mouth and Gavin, behind Ruby's back, shrugs and mouths 'Sorry'.  You claw desperately at the shield, but it's no use.  You can't seem to pry the thing from between your lips.  It's stuck.

You shout and slam your hand on the tray of the high chair, but Ruby grabs your wrists and forces them into the restraints on the chair.

It's not until just then that you spy another Little off to your left, being spoonfed by an Amazon, and you get a glimpse of your fate.

"You're going to be such a great daddy," Ruby bubbles, buckling your ankles to the high chair as well.  "She's one of the Exchange Littles that your company brings over?  I thought your boss was going to take the next one?"

"Henriette didn't want Barbara, I guess," Gavin shrugs.  "I've spent the whole day with this Little.  She's very clever, I think you're going to get along with her very well."

"Oh," Ruby laughs.  "Clever won't matter, silly.  I'm going to get her on hypnotherapy the minute I get her home.  I want her empty-headed and sweet.  I'm going to regress her back to complete infancy - I probably won't even let her learn to talk again, ever."

Your eyes widen at her declaration.  You scream, tears rolling down your cheeks as Ruby talks so callously of your fate.

You didn't eat anything at dinner, you never had the opportunity.  You watched as Gavin and Ruby ate, you watched as other "families" came and went.

The waiter comes and takes their meal and Ruby sidles closer to Gavin, giving him a long, slow kiss.

"Seriously, Gavin," she purrs, "This is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me.  I love you so much."

"I love you too, Ruby-dear."

You try desperately to fight Ruby off as she pulls you from the highchair, but she manhandles you easily and you find yourself in a carseat in the back of her car - Gavin's carseat, Ruby didn't even have one.  You manage to sock her once on the cheek, but she simply laughs at your "feisty attitude".  You scream and wail as Gavin stares at you from outside the car.  He kisses his girlfriend - fiancé now - and she climbs in, driving off.

You find yourself in the drivethru of a pharmacy, and she's talking to the attendant.

"Yes," Ruby says.  "I need a package of crawler diapers for a Little, some and night-night fluid.  Perfect, thanks."

That didn't sound good.

Sure enough, she gets her order and parks, coming around to the carseat again.  Ruby attaches a tube to the end of your pacifier and soon your mouth is being pumped full of a sweet liquid.

The last words you hear before the night-night fluid steals your consciousness is:

"I'm going to be the best mommy ever."

When you wake again, you are sitting on the floor in front of a TV.  You struggle to sit up, but it's hard - you're naked except for an impossibly thick disposable diaper taped around your bottom.  Your legs are splayed wide in front of you, jutting out at a ridiculous angle due to the bulk of the padding you've been forced into.

You reach down and tug at the tapes, but it's useless.  They're too strong, it's like they're welded to the diaper.  You find your eyes drawn to the TV, to swirling colors and soft music, but the word 'hypnotherapy' springs to the forefront of your mind and you shut your eyes.

The pacifier is still inflated between your lips and you groan, unheard as you attempt to stand.

It's impossible.

Your legs are forced forward and out to either side of you, even if you stood, you wouldn't be able to walk - you'd have to hobble, hunched over, swinging your whole body from side to side.

You give up and crawl, it's easier.  But before you can make it a dozen crawling steps, Ruby kneels down next to you.

"Hello Little Brynna," Ruby coos at you.  "How's mommy's girl?"  You glare hot death at her, screaming into the pacifier.  "Oh, I see we haven't seen enough of your show yet.  Let's fix that."

You shake your head vigorously, clawing at the pacifier and howling... but she just sits down in front of the TV and pins your arms to your sides.  You shut your eyes tightly but her giant fingers pry one open and force you to look at the screen.

"Just relax, baby," she coos softly.  "Let all of those thoughts leave your head.  Just let go, you'll be happy - happier than you've ever been."

The swirling pictures are relaxing and before long, your body goes limp, your other eye drifting open.

"Good girl," she soothes, stroking your hair.  You try desperately to close your eyes again, tears spilling over but it's no use.  You hear a whisper in the back of your mind, the whisper of the music, of the colored patterns.

You're mommy's baby girl.

You're so little.

You need your diapers.

You need your mommy.

You're so happy, baby girl.

You're such a good girl.

Mommy is all you need.

Mommy is everything.

You feel your bladder relax and the diaper grow warm between your legs as you begin to lose your grip on your adult thoughts.  You beg into the pacifier, beg for her to let you go.  You wish you had listened.  You wish you had stuck with your guide.

Now you're Brynna, Ruby and Gavin's baby girl.

And that's all you'll ever be.

[END - Bad End #3]

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"No thanks," you refuse.  "I'm not doing it - the whole idea is to AVOID diapers, right?  I'm not going to start wearing one now.  I'm sure this visa nullification thing can all be sorted out by the embassy.  Let's just go see your friend and set that up as a plan B."

"You're making a big mistake," Claudia warns, stashing the diaper under the bed again.  "Listen - if we get stopped and you get found out, I'm not sticking my neck out for you, got it?  You got me into this mess and I'm not going to let your stubbornness get me in any deeper."

"Got it," you say sourly.   You watch her spread out the diaper on the bed before hiking up her skirt and laying down on it, powdering herself and drawing it closed.  She tapes it securely, though she looks like she's struggling a bit from the odd angle.  You avert your eyes at her nakedness, but it's over quickly and she's leading you out the door.

You follow Claudia closely, watching the sway of her well-diapered bottom unintentionally - glad your butt isn't in the same state - taking the public transportation with her again.

As you step off, an Amazon grabs you.

"Where's your mommy, Little girl?" she asks.  

"I don't need one," you say as you hold up your ID badge.

She pulls out her comm and waves it at your badge... and your heart sinks as a wicked grin spreads across her face.  Claudia is inching around the woman... she's going to abandon you!

"Your visa is annulled," the Amazon woman sneers.  "I think you'll be coming home with me."

"Claudia!" you call desperately as the Amazon picks you up.  She shrugs at you callously... and you see red.  "Come back here.  Her diaper is fake!"

You're not even sure why you say it, but you do.  The Amazon's grin grows wider as she pins you to one hip with her left arm and snatches Claudia with her other.

"What a good girl you are," the Amazon praises.  "Only naughty Littles who WANT to be adopted diaper themselves.  You didn't even do it right, your tapes are all crooked.  Well mommy will take care of that."

"I have a mommy!" Claudia shouts, "Her name is Erin and- "

"Your diaper is fake, sweetie," the Amazon laughs.  "If you're adopted, we'll find your registration and return you to your mommy - you shouldn't be out alone anyway.  If you're not... well, I've always wanted twins."

Twins.

That's what she made you.  You stared at Claudia in the crib you shared, a perfect mirror of how you looked now.  Full, pink lips.  Long, curly brown hair that bounced on her shoulders.  A pink onesie for her - but a lilac one for you.  Neither one doing a thing to hide your bulging diapers.

"Sophie, Kimberly," your Amazon captor calls.  "Time for dinner, are you hungry?"

"Yes mommy," you say in unison - even your voices are identical now.

Claudia hates you, you can tell - you can't blame her.  But neither one of you can do anything to harm the other.  If you even think about it, the urge to hug your twin is overwhelming.  You're both thoroughly hypnotized to adore one another.

And mommy is coming to feed you yet another meal in your double high chair, likely before whisking you off to another pageant.

You're stars after all.

Lovely twin baby girls.

[END - Bad End #16]

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Cowed by that initial strike, you whimper and go limp as she lays you back down on the floor of the playpen.  You shiver as she unfolds an impossibly large diaper - though you realize that it's probably normally sized for their giant children.  She lifts your legs and slides the diaper under you, lowering you gently onto the soft padding and sprinkling a dusting of sweet-smelling powder over you.  You sneeze and your eyes are shut as she draws the diaper closed around your nethers.  You feel her pull one side taut and tape it, then the other.

"There we go," she announces, picking you up.  The diaper feels strange between your legs, the soft plastic rubbing gently against your inner thighs.  There's a loud crinkle accompanying every shift, every movement as she draws you close.  "Doesn't that feel good?"

"No," you whimper, "It feels... babyish.  I feel helpless."

"Well," Amelia smiles, setting you back down on the floor outside the playpen, guiding your limbs into a soft pink footed sleeper.  "You are helpless, dearheart.  You're a Little.  It comes with the territory."

"But.. your people invited me to this Dimension, if it's all kidnapping then why would anyone come?"

"It's not all kidnapping, sweetness.  You proved yourself unfit.  Lots of Littles come and go, as long as they act maturely - which you did not," she turns you around, zipping up the sleeper in the back.  She didn't pull your hands all the way through the sleeves, however, and you realize that you're quite doomed when you hold up your hands to fix it yourself.  The sleeper arms end in a pair of padded mittens.

You have no hands.

"Okay sweet girl," Amelia coos, picking you up once more.  "Do you want to go eat some dinner, or spend some time playing?"

CHOOSE:

Dinner time!

Playtime means a possible escape...

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