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Tales From the Bureau (Diaper Dimension) Chapter 17 Updated 7/23/23


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Prologue
 

 

The television crackled as an image came on screen: WELCOME TO THE BUREAU!

 

“Hi there.” A man walked into frame, “And let me be the first to welcome you to The Bureau. Over the next few weeks you will embark on a fantastic new career full of adventure, joy, and excitement!”  The man started to walk and the camera panned to follow him, “Now, as I am sure you know, there are many different positions in The Bureau. Perhaps you joined our legal team, who protect the brave volunteers and candidates in the court of law. Perhaps you joined enforcement, bringing those who violate the laws regarding our people to justice!” The man smiled as a fifteen foot woman entered the shot and the camera zoomed out, “Hey there Clarie!”

   

    “Hello Charles!” The woman smiled.

 

    “This is Claire.” Charles smiled back, “She is going to run you through some of the basics of the Amazon world and some terminology that you will hear during your time with The Bureau. Claire, take it away!”

 

    “Thank you Charles.” The camera panned over to Claire who was standing next to a map of many islands, “I will now give you a brief overview of some of the different nations of this world. Keep in mind that there are several more nations, however, these nations generally follow the same policies as one of the big three nations. But first I need to address a bit of lingo that I will be using. When I use the term, “Little” that is referring to people of your size whether they be from your world or if they are native to my own. She turned to the map and pointed to the largest island, “This is Libertality, the first of the big three. This is where The Bureau’s primary base of operation in my world is located and this is where many of you will be based.  Libertality has a decent sized population of littles with the 471 Y.A census putting the population at around 1.3 million and around seventy five percent of those littles are live independant of an Amazon. Here on Libertality, Littles enjoy significant rights and are on equal footing with the Amazons, in fact several members of the nation's parliament are littles!” she smiled and loved to a much smaller island, “This here is Galice. The Bureau operates several consulates in Galice and the nation currently hosts the only joint Little-Amazon undercover unit! However, despite the high level of cooperation between the Galicen government and The Bureau, littles do not enjoy the same rights as Amazons. Every little in Galice must be registered to an amazon or obtain an exception from the local government. However, this pales in comparison to Tasria.” she sighed and moved to an archipelago in the shape of a circle, “In Tasria, The Bureau only operates a pair of consulates and both are under heavy guard. In Tasria, Littles have no rights, even your status as members of The Bureau may not protect you and because of this all little personal are unfortunately confined to the consulates unless in the company of several amazon bureau agents. In Tasria you may see things that shake your conviction and because of this, assignment of little agents to Tasria is decided via lottery followed by a multi part appeal process if desired.”  Claire said as she walked away from the map, “Now, let me be the first amazon to officially welcome you to The Bureau.”

 

The video cut out and a man entered the room, “Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed the video. My name is Daniel and I will be your travel and orientation guide.”  He smiled, “Now if you just follow me, we can start your journey to the land of the Amazons.” He looked at people in the room. There were about thirteen people but a few stood out, there was a buff  scared woman with noticeable tattoos. In stark contrast to her was a relatively scrawny even by little standards man with fluffy blonde hair.

 

“Follow me please.” Daniel started to leave the room.

 

The woman sighed and started to follow Daniel along with the rest of the room. As the group left the room they entered into a massive courtyard with several trucks moving containers labeled “Volunteers” and other trucks with containers labeled, “Candidates”. “Hey Daniel!”  The woman yelled, “What’s in those containers?”

 

Daniel smiled, “I’m glad you asked.” He said as he started to walk backwards, “Volunteers are those who have chosen to enter the care of an amazon willingly and candidates are chosen by the Amazons to be entrusted to the care of an amazon. Now I know what you are thinking and let me silence those fears now. Candidates are screened by The Bureau before we acquire them and these people are those who need to be healed and rehabilitated through the love that the Amazons give to them. By the way we only send littles from our world to Libertality and Galice.” He smiled as the group neared a bus, “Alright, everybody on the bus. Your luggage has already been loaded onto the bus.” He said as people started to enter the bus.

“So, where are you going?” The muscular woman asked the blonde guy.

 

“Well, I am going into the legal department as a junior attorney. What about you?” He said as he put on a nervous smile.

 

“Security and enforcement. Two tours with the corps and I just couldn’t handle civilian life luckily a recruiter for the Bureau found me before I reenlisted. I just hope I don’t get assigned to that Tsaria place, it would make Pyongyang look like a cake walk.”

 

“Shit, you were at Pyongyang?”

 

“Yep, I was one of the first elements in the city. It was fucking dead. The higher ups had hoarded all the food for themselves and the vast majority of the city starved.” she sighed

 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories. I’m Markus.”  He extended his hand.

 

“Sandy, nice to meet you.”  She smiled a bit and shook his hand as the bus started to drive into a large building.

 

Daniel came over the loudspeaker, “Alright everyone, listen up.” He cleared his throat, “Now you are about to see our trans-dimensional portal. The trip can be a bit jarring but don’t worried no one has died from it...yet.” He said as the bus joined a line of trucks loaded with the containers from earlier. Armed guards patrolled the line of vehicles.  Within a few minutes the bus neared a massive swirling pink and blue portal, “Alright everyone, here we go.” He turned to the driver, “Driver, lets do it!”. The bus drove right through the portal and within an instant they were though. Everything seemed the same except for the guards, they were all about fifteen feet tall.

 

“Holy mother of God.” Sandy‘s jaw dropped.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the land of the Amazons!”

Chapter One

 

“Okay, this suddenly looks like a prison.” Sandy said as she watched the armed Amazon guards patrolling the convoy.

 

Daniel smiled, “I can see where you are getting that observation from, however, I assure you that this is not a prison. This is just the primary base of operations for us in this world.”

 

“But why the armed guards?”

 

“Excellent question. There are those who wish to gain access to the technology that is used to facilitate trans-dimensional travel and those who want to try and get at the volunteers and candidates for their own nefarious purposes.” He said as the convoy neared a very large exit, “Now, please brace yourselves the size of the buildings may trigger a sense of vertigo.” The bus exited a large hangar and suddenly everything seemed much larger.

 

Markus shut his eyes and steadied himself with the help of Sandy, “Oh Jesus.”

 

“Easy there soldier.” She said as she grabbed his shoulders, “This is pretty cool. Doesn’t really look like what they advertised but still looks nice.” The bus came to a halt next to a massive office building that was at least thirty stories tall to the people on the bus.

 

Daniel smiled as the driver opened the door, “Alright guys here we are.” He said as he exited the bus, “Don’t bother grabbing your bags you can collect them after you get your assignments. Now, follow me!”  He started to walk towards a pair of little sized glass doors about thirty feet from an amazon sized glass doors.

 

Markus slowly walked behind Sandy muttering nervously, “What have I gotten myself into? This is nothing like what they pitched me!”

 

Sandy rolled her eyes, “Calm down Markus. While I will admit that there are significantly more amazons here than the recruiter said would be here, our bosses should still be like us, I mean it’s not like recruiters would lie to get more people to sign up, right… God damn it, it’s enlistment all over again.” The former marine sighed as they entered the building and were led into an amazon sized meeting room with plenty of little sized chairs, an amazon sized door, and a little sized door.

 

Daniel smiled, “Everyone take a seat please your presenter will be here shortly. Now I know you signed a lot of paperwork back home, however, none of those documents are valid here and because of this you guys get more paperwork!” The group let out a collective groan at the thought of more paper work. Soon a pair of voices could be heard coming from the amazon sized door.

 

“Martha, what do you have against the daycare, you used to put her in it everyday. I put Michelle in it, why can’t you put Kim in it?” A masculine voice said with a hint of agitation.

“Well, Stuart, Michelle is exactly why I stopped sending Kimberly to the daycare. Michelle is a little monster!” A feminine voice responded

 

“Oh! So now you are insulting my little!?”

 

“Not per say, you just need to discipline her better.”

 

“Discipline?! Oh that is rich coming from you!” He said getting more agitated, “My entire family is former military! I’m millitary, my wife is millitary, even Michelle is former military, so don’t you go telling me I need to work on my discipline, Miss spoils every single little that comes through her office!” The owner of the voice was a buff, crew cut amazon in a police officer's uniform.

 

“So basicly you are accusing me of doing exactly what you do? You spoil Michelle beyond belief! I just give littles the love and attention they deserve!” The owner of the other voice was that of a woman dressed in a light brown sweater and matching dress with a dark chestnut pony tail. The woman had a girl dressed in purple short tails with a pink onesie underneath on her hip. The girl  had light blonde hair styled in ringlets, she also had a clear diaper bulge and was sucking on a pacifier attached by a clip to her shortails, she had her eyes shut tight.

 

Daniel cleared his throat, “Director Martha, Chief Crimson, it is good to see you both again. I see you brought Kimberly. However, I must ask why are both of you here? Director Park was scheduled to give in world orientation ”

 

Martha nodded, “Daniel, very nice to see you again as well and yes Kimberly is helping mommy with work until some issues with the daycare are sorted out, isn’t that right sugar butt?”

 

The girl on Martha’s hip nodded and took her pacifier out, “Yes mama.” she quickly replaced her pacifier.

 

“Such a sweet little girl, if only Michelle acted like that.”  Martha bounced Kim a bit.

 

“I’m sorry, that sounded like you just insulted my darling pumpkin pants.” He growled, “And another thing.”

 

“Moving on!” Daniel flashed a nervous smile as he raised his voice to stop the verbal altercation between the two amazons, “Director, you were just about to tell me why the two of you are here.”

 

“Oh yes.”  Martha smiled, “Director Park has had a bit of a family emergency and recommended that each department pick up their own new members and give individual orientations.”

 

Daniel nodded, “Excellent.” he cleared his throat, “Allow me to introduce two members of our executive board. Director Martha is in charge of our legal department and our adoption department.”

 

Markus looked at Sandy, “Legal and adoptions? Are the departments combined?”

 

Sandy shrugged, “Beats me man, you should go ahead and ask her if you get a chance.”

 

Daniel continued, “Chief Crimson is in charge of The Bureau’s security force.”

 

Chief Crimson smirked, “Best paramilitary organisation of the planet.”

 

Daniel nodded, “Now then, those of you who have joined our security forces please go with Chief Crimson and those of you who have joined our legal and adoption department please go with Director Martha.

 

“Looks like this is where we part ways Markus.” Sandy extended her hand, “Wanna try and get drinks later?”

 

Markus smiled a bit, “Sounds like a plan.” He shook her hand before Sandy walked over to the Chief along with a few guys. “Here we go.” Markus swallowed hard and walked over to marth and Kim. There was only one other person who joined them, a woman.

MARKUS

 

Martha smiled at the two new members of her department, “Let me guess.” She extended her hand towards Markus, “Markus Altivition.”

 

Markus nodded, “Yes ma’am.” He shook her hand, or at least attempted to. Her hand dwarfed his own and he instantly felt like a child.

 

Martha smiled and did the same with the woman, “Angela Balzac?

 

“Yes ma’am.” The woman smiled and shook her hand.

 

“Excellent, please follow me.” Martha smiled and shifted Kim to her other hip.

 

Angelia struggled to keep up a bit with her new boss, “Um, Director, could you please slow down?” She said as she had to jog in order to keep up with her.

 

“Oh?” She looked down at the two littles jogging to keep up with her, “Sorry!”  she giggled a bit, “I’m very sorry.” she said and slowed her pace.

 

“Thank you ma’am.” Markus said as he slowed down.

 

“Oh please, just call me Martha.” She said as Kim started to whine and squirm in Martha’s arms, “What’s wrong sweetie?” She looked at her watch, “Oh dear, you must be hungry.” Martha started to take off her sweater revealing a white T-shirt which she then adjusted she that a nursing bra was exposed, “Alright baby, drink up.”  She brought Kim to her breast.

 

“Thank you mama!” Kim’s pacifier dropped her her mouth and swung for a bit as she started to nurse.

 

Markus couldn’t help but blushed, sure he had seen mothers breastfeed in public before, but never  had the child been so close to his own age.

 

Martha seemed to notice Markus’ feelings and covered Kim up with her sweater, “Sorry dear, its past Kim’s feeding time and she gets fussy when she gets hungry.”

 

“Of course Direct, er, Martha.” He smiled a nervous smile, “Mind answering a question for me?” he asked as the group passed a pair of amazons.

 

“Quite alright Martha.” Angelia smiled

 

“Sure.”  She said as they entered an elevator. Martha pressed the twelve key.

 

“Are the legal department and the adoption department combined?” He asked as her looked at Angelia.

 

“Yes they are dear.” She smiled, “The legal department’s workload is very light as most of the work they do is advocating on littles’ behalf during divorce proceedings we do get a case every so often that is much more serious, but those are generally the cases that either myself or Charles takes. Charles is your supervisor by the way.  Since the adoption process has so much paperwork and red tape it makes sense that the legal department help out with that. It also helps because it protects The Bureau from legal repercussions. Legal is the first line of defense for the littles we adopt out because they conduct the primary interviews with prospective adopters.” She said as Kim unlatched and started to try and adjust herself, “Hold on, hold on.” She set Kim on the floor and readjusted her T-shirt before putting her sweater back on.

 

“Up, up!” Kim whined and reached up to be held

 

Markus couldn’t help but but look at Kim in her babish attire. This was a woman about as old as he was, “Why?” he murmured to himself.

 

Martha picked Kim back up, “What was that Markus?” she said as she set Kim on her hip.

 

“I just can’t understand why anyone would want to live like… a baby.” he said and suddenly realized his mistake, “No offense to you Kim!”

Kim whimpered and buried her face in Martha’s shoulder, “Meanie!”

 

“Hey, no need for that language.” She scolded Kim and started to pat her back, “Well Markus, Kim here was a volunteer from your world. She was a graduate student in literary studies. Her parents did not approve her education path and threatened to stop paying tuition combine that with social stress on top of the existing academic stress, it was a pretty easy choice for her to make, and she hasn’t looked back has she?”

 

“Never!”  She smiled and kissed Martha’s cheek, “I love you mama!”

 

“I love you too Kimberly.” She cooed as the elevator arrived  and the doors opened. Waiting for them was a little in a beige suit and blue tie, “Hello Charles.”

 

“Hello Martha, are these the new members?” Charles said as he shook the hands of the two new littles.

 

“Markus here will be under you, but Angelia will be under Keith.” Martha smiled, “How’s the Faux case coming along?”

 

“Almost complete ma’am.” he smiled.

 

“Excellent, please show Markus to his desk. I will introduce Angelia to Keith.” Martha started to walk away with Angelia in tow.

 

“Welcome to the pits Markus, now let me show you to your desk.” Charles smiled and motioned for Markus to follow him.


 

SANDY


 

Sandy smiled a bit as the group of new recruits introduced themselves to the Chief. There was José, a former Border Patrol agent, Frederick, a former seaman with the Coast Guard, and Kenji, a former Army military police officer.

 

Chief Crimson smiled, “Well, I gotta say you three are one of my more promising groups.” He said as his phone started to ring, “Sorry, one second.” He looked at the caller ID and quickly answered, “Yes honey? A water main burst? I see. But I’m with new recruits. But. Yes,ma’am.” He sighed and hung up before turning to his new officers, “Never marry someone higher rank than you.

 

Sandy chuckled, “Your wife pulled rank?”

 

The Chief sighed, “Yep, she has me by one rank. Alright, so we are gonna swing by the daycare so I can get my little so my wife quickly pick her up and head home and then we will head to the armory so you can get acquainted with the rest of the team.” He smiled, “lets see how you four can up with me, double time!” He started to jog down the hall but to the littles he might as well have been in a full sprint.

 

Sandy smiled, “Yes sir!” She said as she ran to keep pace with the Chief. After about a minute of running they came to a two part amazon sized door decorated with butterflies and clouds.

 

“Not bad recruits, not bad.” He smiled and knocked on the door.

 

An amazon woman opened the top portion of the door, “Chief Crimson, here to visit Michelle?”

 

He shook his head, “Sorry Jessica but the wife got off early so I am withdrawing her early today so she can head home with mommy.”

 

She nodded, “Alright, let me go get her.” The woman walked away from the door.

 

Sandy was stretching a bit after the run, her back to the Chief, “Gotta tell you guys I am looking forward to this job.”

 

José nodded, “This is gonna be a whole helluva lot more comfortable than border patrol.”

 

Kenji nodded, “Yeah, hopefully this is as nice as the recruiters said it would be.”

 

Sandy rolled her eyes, “Kenji, I dunno about the army but with Marine recruiters and evidently bureau recruiters, they tend to embellish heavily.”

 

“Alright recruits, meet my little pumpkin pants.” Chief Crimson smiled as he carried a girl in an orange and black dress that did nothing to cover a fairly thick diaper.

 

“Daddy!” The girl whined, “I told you not to call me that in front of people.”  She blushed.

 

“I can’t help it, you are just so cute.”  He kissed her

 

Sandy’s eyes went wide and she quickly turned around to face the Chief and his little, “Corporal!?”

 

The girl’s eyes went wide as well and smiled nervously, “Hey there...Gunney.”

 

END OF CHAPTER 1

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I felt like this moved a bit fast but I really like the world your setting up. I'm curious to find out more.

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Chapter Two

SANDY

 

Chief Crimson looked at the little in his arms, “You know her, Shelly?”

 

Michelle blushed and nodded, “Uh huh.”

 

Sandy smiled, “I was her NCO.” She wiped a few tears from her eyes, “11th Marine Expeditionary Unit, 1st Division, 1st Regiment, 1st Reconnaissance Battalion, Charlie Company, 3rd Platoon, Hades Squad.

 

Michelle teared up a bit, “The lords of death.”

 

Sandy nodded, “Yeah… To be honest when I couldn’t get in contact with you after we got back after the war, I… I thought you killed yourself, like that specialist in Neptune squad.”

 

Michelle squirmed a bit, “Daddy, down please.”

 

“Alright pumpkin pants, but make it quick. Mommy is on her way to pick you up.” He smiled and set her down and patted her head.

 

“Thank you.” She waddled towards Sandy and embraced her, “I tried to.”

 

Sandy returned the hug and was surprised by the revelation, “You did?!”

 

She started to tear up more, “Yeah, I tried to OD on my PTSD meds. I remember laying on my bed as my vision went black and then I woke up in this hospital bed with this amazon nurse changing my IV bag. Within a few days Mommy and Daddy adopted me and well, here I am.” She broke off the hug

 

Sandy couldn’t help but wipe away the tears from Michelle’s face, “Come on Corporal, you are a marine.” She started to tear up herself, “Marines don’t cry.”

 

“Marines also don’t waddle around in diapers thicker than a tank’s track pad.” Michelle waddled back to her daddy who picked her up.

 

“Yeah, don’t think I’ll be able to get that drink I owe you.”

 

“It’s fine gunney.” She said as Chief Crimson started to walk.

 

“So, you seem to know Shelly pretty well.” The Chief said as he walked towards an exit.

 

“Yes, sir.” She nodded as she jogged to keep up with him, “We developed a very good friendship during the war. She saved my ass when I got trapped in a nork gas trap during the fall of Pyongyang.”

 

“Nork?” The Chief raised an eyebrow.

 

“It's a derogatory term for North Koreans.”  Keji piped up, “North Korea was a brutal isolationist dictator state that regularly pursued a state policy of jailing dissidents in death camps.”

 

“I’m aware of North Korea, Kenji.” He said as the group neared what appeared to be a pickup circle with a single car waiting, a silver SUV, “I was not aware of the term “nork” though.” He said as they approached the SUV.

 

“Took you long enough Stuart.” An amazon dressed in a black pantsuit smiled as she stepped out of the car, “And how is my darling little Shelly?” she cooed as she took Michelle from Chief Crimson.

 

Michelle giggled and kissed the amazon, “Mommy! Mommy!”

 

“Well, she met an old friend.” He smiled

 

“And who would that be?” she said as she started to strap Michelle into an orange car seat.

 

“That would be me, ma’am.” Sandy stepped forward, “I was Michelle’s NCO.”

 

The woman turned around and walked towards Sandy before extending a hand, “Laural Crimson, Liberality Army Colonel, retired.”  

 

Sandy smiled and shook her hand awkwardly, “Sandra Bouvardia, United States Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant. Nice to meet you.”

 

Laurel smiled, “Thank you for taking care of Shelly.”

 

“It was nothing, ma’am.” Sandy blushed a bit.

 

The Chief walked over, “It appears that Sandra overe here owes Shelly a drink.” He smiled.

 

“Oh?”  She smiled and turned to Michelle who was currently trying to get one of her feet in her mouth.

 

“What?” Michelle said as six pairs of eyes fell on her.

 

“She is totally a marine.”  Kenji smirked.

 

“Button up boy.” Frederick said as he thumped Kenji on the back of the head.

 

Laurel laughed a bit and moved Michelle’s foot away from her mouth, “No baby, we don’t put our feet in our mouths. Now, does Sandra owe you a drink?”

 

Michelle nodded, “uh huh!”

 

Laurel nodded, “How about we invite her to dinner tomorrow night?”

 

Michelle lit up, “Please please please please please please!”  She smiled widely.

 

“Well Sandra, what do you say?”  Laurel turned around.

 

“I have no plans so… I accept!” Sandy smiled, “I’ll bring some drinks.”

 

Laurel smiled, “Just bring drinks for you and Shelly dear.”

 

“I get drinks?!” Shelly smiled widely

 

“Of course dear, after all, Sandra owes you one. Now, let's go home, someone is overdue for a nap.” Laurel shut the passenger door and got into the driver’s seat, “Nice to meet you Sandra, see you tomorrow night.”

 

“See you then, ma’am.”  She smiled as Michelle opened the door much to the annoyance of Laurel and The Chief, “Wait!” She turned to Sandy and saluted, “Semper Fi Gunny.”

 

Sandy smiled and returned the salute, “Semper Fi Corporal.”

 

The Chief smiled a bit and shut the door, “Alright ladies, double time to the armory.” He said and started to jog to the armory.

 

José sighed, “Guess we know who the boss’  favorite is.”

 

Kenji shook his head a bit, “José, when you are in the military, you do not want to be a favorite.” Fred nodded in agreement as they started to run to keep up with their boss. Eventually they neared a building with a fenced off perimeter complete with amazon sized barbed wire with a two part rolling gate.

 

“Newbies coming in!” A little in a police uniform shouted. Soon a small crowd of littles and amazons gathered at the fence and started to whoop and holler as the new recruits were lined up. All of them were wearing bureau security forces uniforms, black kevlar vest, black button up shirt and black combat pants.

 

“Enough!” The Chief held up a hand, “These four have been approved to join our group.” He gestured to the four littles lined up. “Their experience encapsulates the training styles of two different nations, they come from civil and military backgrounds.” He smiled, “Are they worthy to join us?!”

 

“YES SIR!” The crowd barked.

 

“Is José Garcinia, United States Customs and Border Patrol Officer worthy to join us?”

 

“YES SIR!”

 

“Is Frederick Guntz,  German Federal Coast Guard Seaman worthy to join us?”

 

“YES SIR!”

 

“Is Kenji Goto, United States Army Military Police Officer worthy to join us?”

 

“YES SIR!”

 

“Finally, is Sandra Bouvardia, United States Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant worthy to join us?”

 

“YES SIR!” The crowd roared, among the crowd there were some who appeared to be barking.

 

“It appears your fellow marines are excited to meet you.” The Chief smiled, “OPEN THE GATE!” A pair of officers smiled and started to open the gate. The Chief relaxed a bit as the gate was opened, “Alright everyone, as you were.” He turned to the four littles next to him, “Let me show you the armory.” He started to walk into the armory.

 

“Yes, sir!” The four littles barked and followed their boss. The Chief led them into a large locker room with both little and amazon lockers and showers.

 

“Here is where your locker is. Your locker houses a your patrol uniform, your armor, your taser, baton, pepper spray, and radio.”

 

“I’m sorry, sir.” Frederick interrupted, “But did you say armor?”

 

“Yep.” A little said walking into the locker room. His uniform had a gold star on it, “This job can be quite dangerous especially since you will often be dealing with amazons who can easily overpower you.” The little said.

 

“Ah, perfect timing. This is Commander Dimitri, my second in command.”  He smiled, “Dimitri, mind giving them their orientation, I need to go prepare operations for tomorrow’s adoption fair.” The Chief said.

 

“Can do, sir.” he saluted as the Chief walked away, “Alright, follow me.” He said and started to walk, “Everyday when you arrive on base, you are to come here, get your uniform, gear, and if required that day, your armor. You will then come here to the supply office.” He said as he brought them over to a pair of windows with drawers beneath them, one for amazons one for littles, “Hey Frank.” He said to a little behind the window. Next to the windows were two doors again one sized for littles, the other for amazons, both were labeled: FIRING RANGE.

 

“Hey Dimitri, these the newbies?” Frank said as he looked up from a magazine.

 

“Yep, mind showing us the goods.”  He smiled.

 

“Can do.” He got up and walked away from the window before coming back with a rifle and a handgun. He set the two guns in a drawer on his side of the window.

 

“Thank you.” Dimitri opened the drawer on his side of the window and pulled out the two guns before setting them on a table, “The handgun is made in world by Fracture and this model is known as the  X-5 Spectre. It is a semi-automatic forty five caliber handgun. This baby has a double stack fourteen round magazine and comes with glow sights. It fires armor piercing rounds. Now, you may be asking. Why does it fire armor piercing rounds instead of FMJ, the reason for this being that amazon flesh is like kevlar in terms of it toughness.” He set the pistol down, “Now, on to the rifle.” He picked the rifle up, “Again, made by Fracture. It is known as TR-13 Wraith. Has a base round capacity of thirty, 7.62 rounds, which can be increased with magazine additions. It comes in semi-automatic and three round burst.”  He smiled, “Detachable iron sights, comes with a modular rail system and can be customized for any tactical situation.” He picked up the handgun and set them both in the drawer, “Now, follow me to the briefing room.”

 

“Are we gonna get any range time? Sandy asked as they walked through the halls.

 

“After orientation, I will get you four set up on the range.” Dimitri said as they entered a briefing room with rows of chairs. The first three rows were for littles and the rest were for amazons. Inside the briefing room was also their luggage from the bus,  “Alright, here we go.” He picked up four packets and handed one to each of the new members, “These contain your IDs, housing information, information about financial institutions in the area, information about local laws, a map of the area, information about how to set up your phones, bureau regulations and information, information about the executive board and their 2nds, general information about living in this world, and your schedule for the next few weeks. Any questions?

 

Sandy raised her hand, “Yes, sir.”

 

“Go ahead, Sandra.”

 

“What is the adoption fair that the Chief mentioned?”  

 

“It is the biggest adoption event of the whole year.  You guys probably came in with a bunch of trucks. Each one of the trucks had roughly six littles that are going to be adopted out tomorrow. There is also a massive bazaar and carnival that the bureau puts on and because of this all available security forces will be working security. But you four have nothing to worry about, you will each be assigned to a team so you have nothing to worry about. Now, let’s get you four some range time!”


 

Markus

 

Charles sighed a bit as he brought Markus to a cubicle, “So what brought you to The Bureau?”

 

Markus rubbed the back of his neck, “Well, to be honest I kinda fell for what the recruiters told me.” He turned to Charles, “Are you okay?”

 

Charles smiled a bit, “So did a lot of people, but they weren’t lying about the benefits and pay. Those are very real. What? Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just that our adoption festival/bazaar/carnival is tomorrow and we have a lot of work to do before then, we will get it done. You have nothing to worry about.” He turned to the cubicle which was little sized, had a filing cabinet, desk, computer, swivel chair, and printer. On the desk was an orientation packet, “Alright, here is your cubicle, feel free to decorate it as you see fit. In that packet is the bog standard orientation material plus some departmental material and instructions about your duties. If you have any questions ask myself, Keith, or Martha. Our offices are down the hall and to the left. You should have your first assignment waiting for you in your email program. Because you are new, everything you complete will be sent to me for review.” He smiled, “Welcome to Legal and Adoptions.”

 

“Thank you.” Markus said as he walked into his cubicle and noticed that his luggage was under his desk, “Alright let's take a look at this directory.” He said and took a slip of paper out that listed every member of the executive board and their 2nd in command.

 

Liza Scapti: Director of The Bureau

Chuck Shultz: Vice Director of The Bureau

 

Stuart Crimson: Director of Security

 

Dimitri Kazamov: Security Commander

 

Martha Schultz: Director of Legal and Adoptions

Charles Nguyen: Vice Director of Legal

Keith Sunderland: Vice Director of Adoptions

 

So Park: Director of HR

Julie Red: Vice Director of HR

 

Dr. Julieta Garcia: Director of R&D and Marketing

Dr. Richard Young: Vice Director of R&D

Stanley Yelnats: Vice Director of Marketing

 

Dr. Ruby Steel: Medical Director

Dr. Kimberly Sung: Medical Vice Director

 

“Christ, that is a pretty big board. Eight departments with two double departments, how many of those directors are amazons?” He sighed as he pulled up his emails. Waiting for him were several emails welcoming him to The Bureau and to the Legal and Adoptions Department. Finally he got to his assignment. He was to make sure that the ID code on the adoption paperwork matched the ID code on the adoption licenses provided by both The Bureau and the national government.

 

After about two hours of mind numbing clerical work, Charles swung by the cubicle, “Hey Markus, I’ve checked all the forms and you are good to head home.”  He smiled, “Sorry for such a dull assignment it's just the work we need done before the festival tomorrow. Oh, and nice work catching that Tsarian. They have been trying to get a little from us for years. Luckily they got sloppy. Seriously, you probably just helped save a little from a life of horrid existence.” He sighed

 

“Charles, if Tsaria is so bad why don’t Libertality and Galice put sanctions on the place?” Markus said as put his orientation packet in his bag and got his luggage before turning his computer off.

 

“They do.” Charles sighed, “Tsaria just does not give a shit. They have a massive robotics sector, robot farming, robot factory… robot nurseries.”  he shuddered a bit. The sanctions on little care items like diapers and such seem to be the most effective but that just means rougher times for the littles.”  He sighed, “The only thing that helps littles there are a few guerrilla groups that try and get littles out of the country and into Libertality or Galice.” He patted Markus on the back, “But, listen, you are helping littles find good homes. You deserve a rest. Head on down to the bus circle and just get on the bus that has your housing assignment on the side of it.” He said, “Good night!”

 

“Good night.” Markus said as he walked for the elevator with a few other littles.

 

“Didja hear that the newbie caught a Tsarian?”  A little in a two flowing blue dress said to another little in a suit.

 

“Seriously?” The suit little patted Markus on the back, “Good job newbie. Name’s Clark, Clark Kent, and no, I am not superman.”

 

“I’m Mary Jane.” The little in the dress smiled as they went down to the bus circle where a line of several busses were waiting for littles to get in, “Where is your housing assignment?”

 

“Uhhhh.”  Markus scrambled to get out his housing information, “Paris Heights?”

 

“Really? Awesome, that is where we live!” Mary Jane said as her and Clark guided markus to a buss that said: Paris Heights. Markus could see Sandy already sitting on the bus and waved to him.

 

“Markus, over here!” Sandy waved him down. She was sitting in a booth style seat.

 

Markus smiled as he saw sandy wand walked over to her before stowing his luggage next to her rucksack in the overhead storage. “This is Kent Clark and Mary Jane. They work in legal and adoptions with me.”

 

“Nice to meet you.” Sandy shook their hands.

 

“You too.” Clark smiled, “Where do you work?”

 

“Security.” Sandy said.

 

“Oh fun.”  He said as the bus doors shut and the bus started to move, “You are going to have your hands full tomorrow.” He said as he pulled out his phone, “Oh, nice. The TRM just got the CEO of Robocorp!”

 

“You're shitting me!” Mary Jane got her phone out, “That is their highest profile assassination yet!”

 

Sandy looked at Markus and then back to Clark and Mary, “I’m sorry, why is the CEO of Robocorp’s death a good thing?”

 

Clark looked up, “This fucker’s company makes the robots that help keep Tasria functioning. If his company goes down, Tsaria is that much closer to collapse.”

 

“Ahhh, so Tsaria is basicly the North Korea of this world.” Sandy said as the bus neared a large apartment complex.

 

Mary shook her head, ‘Think Russian Federation.” She said as the bus came to a stop and littles started to get up, “Don’t forget your bags you two.” She said as she stood up.

 

Sandy nodded and grabbed her rucksack and Markus’  duffle, “There you go.”

 

“Thanks.” He said as the two of them followed Mary and Clark.

 

“Follow us.”  Mary smiled, “Front desk is right over here.”  The two of them brought Sandy and Markus to the front desk where a little was doing some paperwork.

 

“Hey, Danny. We got some newbies.” Clark said.

 

Danny looked up from his paper work, “Markus, and Sandra, correct?”

 

Markus and Sandy both nodded, “Yes.”

 

Danny got two keys out and handed one to each of them, “Sandra you are 205, Markus you are 206.”

 

“Looks like we are neighbors.”  Markus said.

 

“So are we” Clark smiled, “I’m in 204 and Mary is in 207.”

 

“Kick ass!”  Sandy smiled as they went to the elevator. Soon the two of them were at their rooms.

 

“You guys should have some essentials already stocked and enough to cook a decent dinner.” Clark said as he and Mary entered their apartments, “Have a good one!”

 

“You too!’ Sandy smiled and entered her apartment.

 

Markus couldn’t help but smile as he entered his new place. Inside the living room was a flat screen TV, couch, several recliners, and a nice coffee table, “hot damn.”  He smiled and went to the bedroom. The bed was queen, he had two nightstands with lamps and there was also a TV on the dresser on the wall opposite of the bed, “I could get used to this.”  He smiled and started to unpack.

 

END OF CHAPTER 2

Chapter Three

 

MARKUS

 

Markus groaned a bit as his alarm started to blare. He had set the alarm for 7:30 AM even though the bus to The Bureau's compound did not leave until 9:00 AM. Markus did not want to be late for his first real day of work especially since the festival was today. Just as he was rolling out of bed his phone vibrated. He had gotten an email, “Who is sending me mail at 7:30 in the morning?” He yawned and opened the email which had the subject line ADOPTION FESTIVAL

 

Hello,

    For those of you who have just joined our family here at The Bureau, welcome to the best job you could have in either world.  Now as I am sure you all know, the annual Adoption Festival/Bazaar/Fair is today and per usual all Bureau personnel have been been mobilized to ensure that our largest event of the year goes off without a hitch. Everyone, I know security can be a bit strict and they can be killjoys at times but remember that it is their job to protect us, if security is telling you to do something please do it and if you see ANY security personnel engaging in activities that may be against either Libertality law or Bureau regulations please report them to either your director or the first director you find. Also, please refrain from buying items or going on the rides unless you are on your scheduled break, I say this every year and yet there are always people that seem to think they can sneak in a funnel cake or go for a round in the bumper cars. If you are caught shopping or on any of the rides without the express permission of your supervisor or not on your break, YOU WILL BE WRITTEN UP. If you do not wish to buy food from the vendors or food trucks that will be set up, food will be provided for you in the staff area. We have decided to stick with last year’s caterer: A Taste of Galice. Now, a reminder that non-Bureau provided little shock collars are not only disallowed on Bereau property but are now illegal in Liberality as of one week ago. Personnel who are manning the front gate: the scanners at the gate should detect non-Bureau shock collars and will covertly alert you to their presence. If you are alerted please notify security. A reminder to all personnel, please pick up your panic buttons from your department director before reporting for duty at the festival grounds, these buttons are required for all little personal (especially after last year’s… incident) and optional for amazon personnel.

Thank you for your hard work and let’s make this year’s festival the best yet,

 

-Director Liza Scapti.

 

Markus sighed loudly as he grabbed an apple from the fridge, “What the hell, shock collars and littles are forced to have a panic button?”  He said as he started to eat, “The recruiters said that the directors would be like me. That I would be helping people.” He kicked a trash can, “But all I’m fucking doing is helping sell people as some kind of fucked up pet!”  He yelled and aggressively ate his apple as he turned the TV on. The TV was set to the national morning show where two amazons and a little were sitting around a coffee table.

 

“Welcome back to Good Morning Liberality!”  The Little smiled and brushed a bit of brown hair out of his eyes, “I’m Chase Young, with me as always is the lovely Samantha Winters.” He gestured to a well dressed amazon woman with long white hair, “ Today we have special guest, joining us from The Bureau is Director Liza Scapti.” He said to applause as the camera focused in on the Director. The Director was tall even by amazon standards at around seventeen feet tall. She was wearing a flowing black dress with her blonde hair tied tightly in a bun with a single hair stick down the middle.

 

“It's a pleasure Chase.”  The Director smiled.

 

Samantha nodded, “Now, I thought you were going to be bringing little Tommy by today.”

 

The Director nodded, “I was, but the poor dear had a tough time going to sleep tonight so eventually I had to use one of The Bureau’s sedative pacifiers which work amazingly and are very affordable. All you have to do is talk to your little’s doctor and get a prescription for it.”  She smiled.

 

Chase laughed a bit, “Director, that is shameless product placement.”  

 

The Director laughed as well, “That it is!”

 

Samantha sipped her coffee, “So, Director, you are here today to talk about the Adoption Festival, correct?”

 

The Director nodded, “Correct. This is our fifth year holding this event and it is set to be our largest yet. We have over two hundred booths set up at our compound. That includes vendors and games. We will have a full fledged daycare center for those amazons who just need to do some Festivus shopping, we have several rides and shows set up, and we will be having twenty local food trucks in attendance.”

 

Chase nodded, “After last years incident, there are quite a few people that The Bureau's security for this event is often heavy handed. How would you respond to that?”

 

The Director sighed a bit, “Last year’s incident was unfortunate yes. Yes, an amazon was shot and killed by our security forces after she grabbed a little adoption agent and picked them up by their throat. Our security forces attempted to de-escalate the situation, however, for the safety the adoption agent and the security forces, lethal force was applied. I will say this, the agent that took the shoot was acting within Berau regulation and was cleared by the investigation conducted by The Liberality Investigation Division.”

 

Samantha sighed a bit and nodded, “It was later determined she was Tsarian, correct?”

 

“Yes.” The Director nodded, “She was attempting to adopt a little. However, the adoption agent noticed that she was in fact Tsarian and denied the adoption request. I think that the incident as well as the influx of Tsarians attempting to get little’s through us shows that the little embargo against Tsaria is working just as intended.”

 

Chase smiled, “So tell us about what musical acts you have scheduled for today.”

 

Markus sighed and turned the TV off, “ What the fuck did I sign up for.”


 

SANDY

Sandy had woken up several hours before Markus and had gone to the fitness center next door. Nearly everything in this part of the town was run by The Bureau for their little employees. All she had to do was scan her ID she was in. The gym was packed with littles, many of them wearing articles of clothing that either had flags or military symbols on them.  She was wearing a simple black tank top and running shorts. She hopped on a treadmill and started to jog.

 

“Hey, newbie.” A british little in a union jack T shirt and running shorts smiled as he ran.

 

“Hey yourself, Limey.” She smiled.

 

“You picked one hell of a day to start.” He smiled and turned down his treadmill a bit, “Gavin Free, Royal Marines, 1st Assault Group.”

 

Sandy smiled, “No shit, Sandra Bouvardia, 11th Marine Expeditionary, but just call my Sandy. Where the hell were you guys when we were taking Namp’o?”

 

“Low tide hit sooner than expected.” He said, “Sorry if you lost people because of us.”

 

“Are you kidding? Namp’o was a cakewalk compared to Pyongyang.” She laughed a bit as she turned up her treadmill.

 

“So, how long have you been here?”

 

“I’m coming up on six months next week.”

 

“So, this is your first Adoption Festival too?”

 

“Yeah, after last year we are gonna have a lot of eyes on us.”

 

“What happened last year?”

 

“Amazon got mad that her adoption request was denied, tried to take an adoption agent. Dimitri shot her dead before anyone else could react, fucking Spetsnaz.”  

 

“Dimitri was Spetsnaz?”

 

“Oh yeah. He doesn’t like to talk about it.”

 

“I can understand that. Especially with the shit Russia pulled during our invasion of North Korea.”

 

Gavin nodded and started his cool down, “So, you nervous?”

 

“Of course I am.”  Sandy nodded, “I’m gonna be dressed in combat gear, facing down a bunch of amazons three times my size, with babified adults running around, and more than likely several of the Amazons want to take me home and stuff me in a diaper.”

 

“Same here.” He sighed, “Just listen to your team leader and you should be fine. If anything goes wrong just hit your panic button.” He stepped off his treadmill and went to the shower, “See you at the brief.”

 

Sandy nodded and continued her workout. After about an hour she showered off and went home to have breakfast. As she ate some oatmeal she read the company wide email that the director sent out, “What the hell? Shock collars?” She frowned as she finished up her breakfast and dressed in her security uniform before heading down to the bus. On the way to the elevator she ran into Markus and Mary Jane who was trying to explain something to Markus.

 

“So, I know that bit about the collars sound bad, but Libertality’s and Galice’s judiciary systems both have forced littlehood programs for criminal littles and The Bureau provides shock collars to those programs. We also use them for some of the candidates, mainly those who use violence against their Amazons.”  She sighed as the trio entered the elevator, “The whole process is heavily regulated, besides only Bureau shock collars are legal in Libertality.”

 

Markus grumbled, “But still! We are not fucking pets!” He smoothed his coat and tie

 

Mary Jane sighed, “I never said we were, and neither are the littles we adopt out.” She said as she adjusted the strap on her yellow sundress.

 

“Christ MJ.”  Sandy smiled, “Did you get that in the littlehood section?”

 

‘Why yes I did. Thank you very much.”  She crossed her arms, “I thought I looked quite nice.”

 

“Careful, you might be mistaken for a lost little.” Sandy smiled.

 

Mary Jane rolled her eyes as the elevator doors opened and they walked to the bus, “If I don’t end up in a diaper by the end of the day, I will consider that a win.”

 

“So where is Clark?” Markus sighed as sat on the bus.

 

“He had to go in early to make sure all the adoptions were ready to go.” She said as the bus lurched forward.

 

Sandy nodded, “Yeah, so do you two know where you are stationed?”

 

Mary Jane smiled, “I’m working front desk.  Markus is probably going to be working behind the scenes expediting the adoption process.” She said as they passed by a large group of  amazon protesters who threw a few things at the bus which caused a few jeers and obscene gestures from the occupants.

 

“The hell is all that?”  She asked as Amazon police officers grabbed the protesters that threw the rocks.

 

“As you can probably tell, not everyone likes The Bureau. Anti-Bureau sentiment runs deep in a few parts of the nation; nationalists don’t like us because we have so much influence over the Libertality government, certain little groups don’t like us because we promote Littlehood and of course there many more reasons why they don't like us.”  Mary Jane said as they passed a line of littles, Amazons, and Amazons with babified littles, “Geez, the line is starting early this year.” She smiled as the bus pulled into the compound. Amazon security agents were already suited up and patrolling the compound.

 

An Amazon stuck her head into the bus, “Everyone report to your department for assignment. Security, double time to the armoury. Crowds are larger than expected.”  

 

“Good luck you two.” Sandy said as she jogged to front of the bus and joined the stream of little security agents to the armory. Sandy could see some arguments erupting between Amazons in line to enter the festival and those protesting it. As she neared the armory she saw the true extent of the festival. There were rows upon rows of booths and tents, there was a small ferris wheel, mini-coaster, face painting, food trucks, and tons of different vendors for all sorts of products. Eventually she made her way to the armoury and grabbed her duty belt from her locker. She noticed there was a small scabbard with a knife in it with a note attached hanging from the front of her locker. Sandy smiled at the note, “Welcome to hell Marine.”  she chuckled and unsheathed the Ka-Bar before resheathing it and putting the scabbard on her duty belt.

 

“Double time it agents! Duty belts and side arms then report to briefing. Your armor can wait!” Dimitri yelled into the locker room prompting Sandy to rush to the armory window, “Hey Frank.”

 

Frank nodded and put a handgun and four magazines into the drawer, “Good luck out there. After you get your armor on, come back here, you have been assigned as your teams rifleman.” He said as Sandy got her weapon, ammo, and secured both in her belt. She then jogged quickly to the briefing room which was now standing room only even for the littles. Chief Crimson was standing at a podium with Dimitri standing on the table next to the podium.

 

“Good morning everyone.” Chief Crimson smiled, “Today is set to be our biggest festival to date and that means crowds will be larger. In order to promote crowd control we have assigned two rifles per squad. One designated rifleman per squad plus the squad leader’s rifle. In addition, due to the size of the crowds we will be using the tether system for squads containing little agents. This was met with groans from the front of the room.

 

Dimitri growled, “Button up! This isn’t pre-K, these tethers are to make sure no member of the squad gets kidnapped by an overzealous amazon.”

 

The Chief smiled, ‘Thank you Dimitri. Now, onto our new procedures. When the entrance teams notifies security of an illegal shock collar a team will be assigned to the collar. If you are assigned to a collar you are to make contact with the Amazon and little, gain control of the remote for the collar, detain the Amazon, bring the little to our ER, and then bring the Amazon to detention. Lethal force is our last resort people. I would prefer to not repeat last year, Dimitri.”

 

Dimitri shrugged, “What else could I do? She was either going to break that adoption agents neck or kidnap her.”

 

The Chief sighed and and started to write on the briefing board, “Here are you squad assignments. Squad leads, if you have a combined squad I want your squad to be equipped with a saddle. Make sure you get your panic button if you are required to have one. Your squad leads will be checking when you tether up. Dimitri, grab your squad and head out and prep to open the gate.”

 

“Da načal’nik.” Dimitri smiled, “Free, Bouvardia, Park, and Freesias. You four are with me! Bouvardia, armor up and get your rifle. Three mags live rounds.

 

“Yes sir!” She said as she jogged out of the room with three littles and an amazon leaving the room behind her, “Hey Frank, one rifle. Three magazines live rounds.”

 

Frank nodded and put the requested items in the drawer, “Remember, these things pack one hell of a kick. I’d prefer you have more range time with it. Just don’t go full auto.”

 

Sandy chuckled as she loaded a magazine and made sure the safety was on, “Relax, I was in the Marines. Not the Air Force.”  She smirked and went to her locker and started to put her armor on. The armor consisted on a ballistic vest, knee and elbow pads, a tactical helmet, and a pair of hard knuckle fingerless gloves, “Seems a bit overkill.”

 

The little that responded to Park walked over. He was already in his armor and head a South Korean flag patch on his vest, “Yeah, but the vast majority of the people at the festival are at least three times our size, three times our strength, and quite a bit of them would like nothing more than to take us home and force us into diapers.” He smiled and adjusted his helmet.

 

Gavin chuckled, “Just relax, the Amazons think we are so cute playing soldier. They underestimate us.”

 

Dimitri entered the locker room. He was already geared up, “Alright, you three, let's go! We need to meet up with Freesias, she is going to be our tether center.” Dimitri said as he shouldered his rifle and started to pass out the panic buttons. The buttons appeared to be those necklaces that senior citizens use when they have fallen and they can’t get up just black

 

Sandy nodded and started to jog towards the exit, “Yes sir!” The rest of the littles followed her. Outside the armory there was a female amazon with a short butch haircut. She was wearing what appeared to be a tactical baby carrier on her back, a belt with carabiners on it, and a helmet with build in headphones, ‘The fuck is that?”  She started to laugh a bit.

 

“That, my dear Sandra is a lesbian.”  Gavin laughed which earned him several thumps from the other littles.

 

“I should put a bullet into your skull for a joke that bad.” The Amazon rolled her eyes, and knelt down, “This is what we call a saddle.” She said as Dimitri got into the baby carrier and got himself comfortable, “It allows the squad leader to have a vantage point on par with the average Amazon.” She smiled, “All good there Dimitri?”

 

“Da.” He nodded, “Once we open the gates I want everyone to clip onto Freesias here.

 

“Call me Mellow.”  She smiled and started to walk towards the gate. The group could see a large crowd waiting outside the gate. There were several lines exclusively for Amazons and little, marked with velvet ropes. There were also several lines for mixed use. Mary Jane was set up at a table with an Amazon at a mixed use line.

 

“Director, Guardian Squad is in position.” Dimitri said into his radio, “We are ready when you are.”

 

“Open it.”  A reply came.

 

“Roger.”  Dimitri smiled, “OPEN THE GATES!”

 

Next Time On: Tales From The Bureau: The 5th annual adoption festival is in full swing and security has their hands full when a party crasher threatens to send the festival into irreversible tailspin and Markus discovers that not everything is what it seems in the Legal and Adoptions department.

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It's interesting to see the layers and possible analogies being set up. I'm surprised some of the new people are reacting so calmly. Then again combat veteran and they had at least a partial briefing.

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1 hour ago, YourFNF said:

It's interesting to see the layers and possible analogies being set up. I'm surprised some of the new people are reacting so calmly. Then again combat veteran and they had at least a partial briefing.

There are definitely a few analogies being shown over the course of the story and some of them aren't even revealed yet!

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Chapter Four

SANDY

 

The first few hours of the festival had been pretty calm, sure there was an argument here, a lost little there, but everything was pretty calm. Guardian squad’s rotation as gate team had finished and they had begun their patrol of the festival grounds, weaving in and out of the rows of stalls that crowed the compound grounds. The littles in the squad having to endure the remarks about how cute they were and how to Amazons would love to take them home.

 

“This is Dimitri.”  Dimitri said from his position on Mellow’s back as he answered his radio, “Black suit, greasy hair, pencil moustache. Orange onesie, short blonde hair. Roger, Guardian squad moving to intercept. Current position is row.” Dimitri paused and looked up at the street sign esque markers near the booths, “C10.” He said as he set down his radio, “Looks like we have the honors of today's first catch! Illegal collar just entered the compound, heading towards our position. Everyone de-hook and spread out. Target is a fourteen footer in a three piece suit, greasy black hair, and pencil moustache. Stereotypical villain look, he has with him one little approximately five and a half feet, orange onesie with booties, she has a collar and a lead.”

 

“Yes sir!” The littles in the squad replied and detached their links from Mellow.

 

“I want weapons tight. The crowd is too thick. Tasers and batons only ” He sighed as the team spread out into ambush positions behind stalls, “Mellow, we are going to initiate the intercept with the mark.”

 

“Roger.” She nodded, “I would recommend removing yourself from the saddle.”

 

Dimitri nodded, “Right.”

 

Mellow knelt down allowing for Dimitri to get out, “Anyone got eyes on?” She stood back up as Dimitri hind behind a stall.

 

“Yeah, I got the bastard.” Gavin said over the radio, “Jesus christ, I’m thinking he’s Tsarian. Tight collar, short lead, outrageously thick diaper. Heading right for Mellow.”

 

“Roger, Mellow do not initiate until he has passed Gavin and Park’s positions.”

 

“Wilco.” She nodded and cracked her knuckles as the man and little passed the hiding littles, “Excuse me sir.” She walked towards the man and little.

 

“Yes, can I help you officer?” The amazon said as he tugged on the lead, forcing the little to her knees.

 

“Surround.” Dimitri ordered and the four little agents surrounded the Amazon in the suit.

 

“Drop the lead and placed your hands on your head!” Mellow ordered. The scene was starting to draw attention from the other patrons of the festival. Many Amazons and several littles whipped out smartphones and started to record the confrontation.

 

“Stay back!” Sandy ordered the crowd as she extended her baton and watched the Amazon.

 

“Why, whatever is the problem officer?”  He smirked and reached into his jacked.

 

“I SAID PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!” Mellow yelled and drew her taser, focusing the laser sight on the Amazon’s chest.

 

“Very well.” He sighed and withdrew his hand from his jacket and put his hands on his head.

 

“Drop the lead and kneel!” Mellow slowly advanced towards him.

 

“Yes officer.” he rolled his eyes and dropped the lead. As Mellow got within a foot of the Amazon he slightly moved his right hand towards his watch and the little collapsed into a writhing pile and screamed at the top of her lungs. Mellow was momentarily distracted by the little but that was all it took for the Amazon to spring to his feet and deliver a right hook right to Mellow’s jaw, sending her right to the asphalt.

 

“Mellow!” Dimitri yelled as Mellow went down, “AGENT DOWN!” He yelled into the radio as the little agents started to trigger their panic buttons.

 

“Son of a bitch.” Sandy growled as she pressed her panic button. There was a voice in the back of her head telling her to grab her rifle and shoot, it started out a whisper but it quickly turned into screaming. After a brief moment of temptation she silence the voice.

 

“Ty ubljudok.” Dimitri growled as the Amazon advanced towards him, “TAKE HIM DOWN!” Dimitri moved to hit the Amazon with his baton.

 

“Foolish little twerp.”  He growled as Dimitri hit his leg with the baton, “Do you honestly think that will do anything?” He laughed a bit and picked Dimitri up by his neck

 

“No, but that is.”  He choked out. As Park and Gavin simed their tasers at the Amazon’s back while Sandy was focused on his front

 

“Put him down and by put him down I mean gently!” Gavin yelled as he slowly advanced.

 

The Amazon just smirked and before anyone could react the Amazon threw Dimitri at Park and Gavin sending them to the ground.

 

“Oh you fuck.”  Sandy growled and fired her tazer at the Amazon. The two tiny prongs barely  went through his jacket. The Amazon just laughed.

 

“What a cute little practical joke.” He grabbed the wire and pulled Sandy towards him. The sudden pull threw Sandy off balance and sent her crashing to the ground, her rifle skitting off towards a stall and before she could could get up she could feel herself being picked up by her leg. Through the crowd she could seed the helmets of Amazon security agents pushing their way through the crowd of smartphone holding Amazons. They were making progress, but it wasn’t enough. She then found herself staring down the Amazon.

 

“Give it your best shot.” She smirked and spit in his face.

 

He growled and wiped the spit off his face, “Little shit, this is just the beginning. Soon all of your pathetic little asses will be red hot and locked into messy diapers for days!” He slapped her face and threw her.

 

Sandy felt like she was punched in the chest about thirty time in a row. She found herself on the ground in front of a stall. Her vision was going blurry but she could just barely make out the Amazon. He had his foot on Dimitri’s head his hands were on his watch as the little he was originally with writhed in pain and screamed in agony. The worst part about it was… the fact he was monologuing.

 

“Look upon this!” He shouted to the crowd, “See how weak they are! WE ARE THE DOMINANT SPECIES!”

 

Sandy groaned and coughed. She could see blood on the asphalt after she coughed, “Yep, that is blood.” She managed to prop herself up against the stall that she was thrown into. The voice telling her to shoot returned and this time she couldn’t silence it. She couldn’t control her movements, it felt like her body was one autopilot as she  drew her side arm and aimed at the Amazon, “No, no!” The thought as she saw the gun align with the Amazon’s chest.

 

“Breathe.”  Another voice entered her mind, this one much calmer, “Its okay, I am here for you, I love you.”

 

“I love you too… Michelle.” She smiled as she her body pulled the trigger back.


 

MARKUS

 

Markus sighed loudly, he was nearly at his scheduled break and just had to get through one more set of adoption certificates. However, he had run into a roadblock, he had come across an adoption certificate with no photo, no ID number, no identifying information other than a name: May. However, the certificate did have Martha’s signature meaning that she had approved it.

 

“Hey, Clark!” Markus stood up, “I got a bit of a problem here.” Normally he would flag now Charles, but he was out of the fairground dealing with adopters so the next person in charge was Clark.

 

“Yeah, what's up?” He walked over to the cubicle.

 

“I got an adoption certificate with only a name here, but it's got Martha’s signature.”

 

Clark frowned and looked at the piece of paper, “That is certainly… odd. I’ll take it and bring it up with Charles.” A look of panic briefly flashed over his face as he took the certificate and walked away, “You can take your break now!” He yelled as he walked off.

 

“About time.”  Markus sighed as he got out of his chair and stretched a bit. It wasn’t really close to lunch but he could probably get something sweet before he got lunch in the staff area. However, he could not get that certificate out of his head.

 

Markus made his way to the fairgrounds, his Berau ID hanging around his neck and swaying as he weaved his way through Amazons eventually making his way to a food truck selling food from Earth that was quite popular with the Amazons, “One New York dog please.” Markus smiled as he got to the top of the walkway constructed so littles could reach the window.

 

“What size?” The vendor smiled.

 

“Let’s go with a large little please.”   

 

“Alright, total will be $2.50” She said, “Cash or card.”

 

“Cash.” He said and handed the vendor a few bills. After getting his change and his hot dog he walked down the walkway and started to walk around the vendors. There were vendors of all types. Some sold local culinary ingredients, some were selling custom made diapers (he steered clear of that stall), and yet others were simple art stalls. As he was browsing some wood work he felt a very large hand on his shoulder.

 

“Markus Altivition?” A voice said. Markus spun around and came face to leg with a pair of Bureau security agents.

 

“Y-yes?”  He said with a twinge of nervousness in his voice.

 

“Come with us.” The first agent said.

 

“I-I… Yes sir.” He sighed and was escorted through the fair towards the staff area. He could see Martha watching the two agents with crossed arms.

 

“Thank you agents. Please leave us.” Martha waved the agents off, “Follow me, Markus.” She started to walk away from the staff area and towards the area where extra supplies for the festival were stored. As Markus followed Martha he couldn’t help but feel the eyes of every single Berau employee in the area on his back. Being summoned by a director was one thing, but being summoned by a director with a security escort was a whole different thing. After a few minutes of walking he saw Charles sitting on a crate.

 

“About time you found him.” Charles sighed.

 

“I had to get security to track him down.” She sighed.

 

“Enough, we need to address that matter at hand.” Charles hopped off the crate.

 

“Indeed.”  She turned to Markus, “Markus, you have stumbled upon a very...serious matter.”

 

“That certificate.” Markus paled.

 

“Correct.” Charles nodded, “Markus, This is your second day here, and yet you have stumbled upon Adoption & Legal’s dirty little secret.

 

Martha was about to speak when a trio of sounds echoed throughout the fairgrounds, “Gunshots.” Martha paled and covered her mouth.


 

MICHELLE

 

Michelle was stuck in her playpen while all the other littles of the Board of Directors were playing just a few feet away from her in the open air Directors’ Lounge area. She had gotten into an argument with Dr.Steel’s twins: Mi and Li over who had the better dress, things then got dicey when Kimberly got involved. Her mommy had moved her to the playpen to try and keep the order. Michelle was the newest addition to the Board of Diapers as it was known to the rank and file members of The Bureau. The Board of Diapers consisted of Scapti’s Thomas, Michelle, Martha’s Kimberly, Director Park’s Coco, Dr. Garcia’s Louis, and the twins Mi and Li.

 

“Mommy I want out!” Michelle complained to Laurel who was sipping a drinking a cup of tea and chatting with Director Scapti’s husband, Daniel.

 

“Michelle, you were being a naughty and because of that you are stuck in your playpen. You need to learn to play fair. I understand the transition to civilian life and be hard and these circumstances probably make it worst, but you can’t just go starting arguments like you are back on base. If you keep complaining I will put your silencer in.” Laurel rolled her eyes and sipped her tea.

 

Michelle grumbled and crossed her arms, “Not my fault they are jealous of my dress.” Michelle was wearing an orange sun dress with black tights and massive diaper bulge, her thick puffy jacket lay next to her mommy. Even though the weather was starting to turn cold the littles of the Board were dressed comfortably for spring given that there were patio heaters set up in the Directors’ Lounge.

 

Laurel sighed a bit as an alarm on her smartphone went off, “Alright Michelle, time for your pills.” She set her tea down and picked up Michelle from the playpen.

 

“Which ones?” She whimpered. Michelle had a whole host of medications for issues relating to her time in the Marines and pre existing medical conditions.

 

“Let’s see.”  She checked the alarm, “Doxi, and Predissi.”

 

“No! No! No! No! No! No!” Michelle shook her head. The Doxi she had no problem with, she took it every day with some milk. The Predissi was a weekly medication she had to take as a suppository, something she did not enjoy.

 

Laurel sighed loudly as she got the pills and a bottle out of Michelle’s diaper halloween themed diaper bag, “Lets do Doxi first.” She gave Michelle the bottle.

 

“Okay.” She mumbled as she sucked on the bottle to get a mouthful of milk before taking the Doxi from her mommy and swallowing it.

 

“Such a good girl.” She cooed as she laid the girl across her lap and took her tights off despite Michelle kicking, “Calm down dear.”

 

“I don’t like Predissi!” She whined loudly as her mother untaped her diaper.

 

“I know you don’t, but we don’t want you having episodes do we?” She rubbed Michelle’s back. Michelle had a tendency to have episodes in which she thought she was in combat. These episodes were easily handled by the Amazons given their size but they were emotionally taxing on the Chief and Laurel. Whenever she had an episode Michelle had to be taken to The Bureau medical center and be restrained until she came out of her episode, which could take hours.

 

“No.” Michelle whimpered and shook her head as her mommy got the pill out and got ready to insert it. That was when three loud bangs were heard. Michelle’s eyes went wide as the fairground descended into sounds of panic and chaos, “CONTACT!” Michelle rolled off her mommy’s lap and onto the decking of the Directors’ lounge. The little bounced to her feet and looked around as Amazon’s dove for cover and security agents moved to get the Directors and their families to safety and to locate the source of the gunshots.

 

Laurel sighed loudly, “Michelle sweetie, look at mommy.” She gently approached Michelle. The little was in combat mode, Laurel had to be careful, without her diaper Michelle could easily sprint away and get mixed up in the panicking crowd, “Look at mommy.” She slowly approached Michelle. Unknown to Laurel an Amazon security agent in full tactical gear was approaching her from behind.

 

“Holy fuck.” Michelle breathed as she saw the Amazon security agent and sprinted away from the Directors’ Lounge.

 

“Son of a fuck!” Laurel cursed before turning to the agent, “Come on, let’s go get her. If she somehow gets her hand on a gun it will be a nightmare.” Laurel grabbed the diaper bag and sprinted after Michelle

 

Michelle’s brain was in overdrive as she bobbed and weaved through panicked and confused crowd of Amazons and littles. Every Time she saw a security agent she changed course. Eventually she ran right into an Amazon’s legs as she was looking over her shoulder while running.

 

“Well, well, well. What do we have here.” The Chief sighed as he picked her up, “Someone is having an episode.”

 

“LET ME GO YOU FUCK!” She screamed and tried to bite him.

 

“Ah ah ah.” He shook her head and grabbed her ponytail and held it tight to keep her head still, “I will forgive you because you are having an episode.”

 

“FUCK YOU!”  She spit at him as Laurel and the security found them.

 

“Laurel, silencer.” He sighed and kept his grip on the struggling Michelle, “Agent, go secure the scene.”

 

“Yes sir!” The agent nodded and ran off.

 

Laurel got the silencer pacifier out of the diaper bag and stuck it into Michelle’s mouth before pressing on the shield three times, inflating the nipple to where Michelle could not take it out, “What is going on?” She sighed as The Chief brought Michelle to his hap.

 

“Dimitri’s squad intercepted an illegal collar, their Amazon went down and the littles couldn’t do anything. They were forced to use lethal force.” He sighed as several security agents started to escort them to the medical center, “That was Sandra’s squad.” At the mention of Sandra’s squad, Michelle instantly focused on the Chief and started to yell, “When were you going to give her the Predissi?”

 

Laurel got the pill bottle out of the diaper bag as they walked, “I was just about to give it to her when the shots rang out. She rolled off my lap and bolted at the sight of an agent.” She noticed that her husband's pants had a dark spot spreading down the leg, “Dear, she is peeing on you.”

 

He sighed and looked down, “Yeah, she is.”  He said as they entered the medical center’s ER and were immetly met by Dr. Ruby Steel, the director of the Bureau's medical center. She was around fourteen feet tall, had a dark red/brown complexion and a bald head. She was wearing her scrubs and lab coat.

 

“Chief, I see all the excitement has triggered an episode in Michelle.” She sighed, “I’ll have her put in bay seven. Your people are in bays two through six, the little that has the collar on is in bay one. Someone is already working on the collar.

 

“Thanks Doc.” He sighed and carried the struggling little through the ER. As he passed bay three Mellow shakily stepped out.

 

“Sorry boss, bastard got the drop on me.” She sighed and held a cold pack to her bandaged head.

 

“Its okay Mellow, just rest.” He smiled

 

“Agent! Get back in that bed!” Dr. Steel sighed, “I do not want you walking around!” An Amazon nurse escorted Mellow back to her bed and shut the curtains as she left.

 

“How bad is the squad?” He said as he handed Michelle off to a team of Amazon nurses, “Be careful with her. She will try and hurt you and do not inflate the pacifier anymore, four pumps start to hurt her jaw and if your hurt my darling pumpkin pants I WILL FIND YOU.” He stared down the nurses, “Also, please get a diaper on her and give her, her weekly Predissi please.”

 

Dr. Steel nodded, “Do as he said.” She sighed and grabbed a clipboard from the nurses station as Michelle was carried off still struggling against the Amazons.

 

“How badly hurt is the squad.” The Chief sighed loudly.

 

Dr.Steel murmured to herself a bit before addressing the Chief, “Mellow has a concussion and will be getting an MRI in a little bit to make sure there is no lasting damage. She should be discharged tonight when her wife shows up.” She walked over to bay two where Dimitri was laying in his bed with a bandage over most of his head.

 

“Hey boss, I’m gonna need a few days off.” He chuckled a bit.

 

“Just rest comrade.” The Chief smiled and patted Dimitri’s shoulder as he followed Dr.Steel.

 

“Dimitri here has a minor skull fracture, should be discharged tonight, barring complications.” She said and moved to the next bay where Gavin had his leg in a cast and sling. The british little was asleep, “Gavin has a fractured Tibia, however, we are not taking chances.” She then moved to Park’s bay who had compress on his nose and was texting on his phone.

 

“Sir.” Park put away his phone and sat up.

 

“Park, you don’t look too bad.” Crimson smiled.

 

“Eh, the dotard only threw Dimitri at me.” He chuckled a bit, “Dimitri’s fat ass broke my damn nose. Docs already reset it and I’m just waiting for the swelling to go down.”

 

“Good good.” Crimson nodded, “Looks like you are going to be the only one aside from maybe Dimitri to be cleared for active duty anytime soon.”

 

Park groaned, “No disrespect sir, but after today, I need a vacation.”

 

“Relax Park, you can take as much time off as you need.” He turned to Dr.Steel, “What about Sandra?”

 

Dr.Steel sighed, “Sandra is the worst off.” She brought him over to an empty bay that was littered with medical wrappers. Dr.Steel turned on an x-ray viewer, “Here are her x-rays. Five fractured ribs, three broken ones, fractured sternum, and a punctured lung along with internal bleeding, “Dr.Sung is operating on her as we speak. Her recovery chances are very good, but she will need around the clock attention, attention that this facility cannot give. I will arrange for her to be moved to Libertality General.”

 

“We could take her in.” Laurel walked over to Dr.Steel.

 

“Excuse me?!” Dr.Steel and Chief Crimson both looked at the Amazon woman.

 

“I said we could take her in. I mean, it’s nearly Festivus and we can’t have her spend her first one in a hospital. Besides, her and Michelle are practically family, it would do them both good.” She crossed her arms.

 

“I-I-Is that even legal?” Crimson turned to Dr.Steel.

 

“If she consents yes. She will hopefully be able to declare where she wants to go tonight.” Dr.Steel said as the ER doors were slammed open.

 

“CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHY I HAVE A DEAD AMAZON AND THE MEDIA CIRCLING THE COMPOUND LIKE FUCKING SHARKS!?” Director Scapti yelled as she entered the ER.

 

“Liza, please be quiet. Several of the injured personnel have sensitivities to loud noises due to their injuries.” Dr.Steel scolded the director.

 

“I’m sorry, but this is the second year in a row that we have had a little agent shoot an Amazon dead!” Director Scapti groaned.

 

“It was not me this time!” Dimitri yelled from his bed.

 

“Quiet Dimitri!” Dr.Steel scolded him.

 

“It was self defense!” Dimitri grumbled, “Has video of it hit the web yet? Practically every Amazon who was watching had their smartphones out.

 

“I’ve been dealing with the press, so no I have not been able to check.” The director sighed as a little ran out of the first bay with the closed curtains. The bay where the shock collar little was being examined.

 

“Directors, we have a problem.” The little said with a panicked look in her eyes. She was wearing a hoodie and jeans, she had pair of full rimmed glasses and her neon green hair was tied up in a messy ponytail.

 

“And you are?”  Director Scapti looked down at her.

 

“Ariel Stelts, Lieutenant vice-director of IT.” She panted, “Ma’am, there is a bomb on the compound grounds.   

 

Next Time On: Tales From The Bureau: Director Scapti and the rest of the Bureau must deal with the fallout from the shooting and try to salvage the adoption festival. Markus finally learns what he accidentally uncovered and what his fate is and Sandra confronts parts of her past she would rather keep buried.

Chapter 5

 

STUART

 

“What do you mean there is a bomb?!” The Chief looked at the nerdy little with a twinge of panic in his voice.

 

“Yes Ariel, is there a bomb?!” Liza looked down at the little as her right eye twitched a bit.

 

“W-well, the data I have found makes a bomb the most likely scenario.” She hastily adjusted her glasses, “Follow me and I’ll show you what I have found.” She practically ran to the first bay where the little that was with the Amazon was sleeping. She was in a hospital gown and had electrodes all over her body, a cable was plugged into her collar and was connected to a large monitor. Ariel sat down at a little sized workstation, “As you can see this is a fairly advanced collar.

 

“Globotech.” Liza sighed.

 

“Exactly.” she said as she started to type, “What was interesting about this particular one is that it has a receiver and a transmitter.”

 

“Transmitter?” Stuart raised an eyebrow.

 

“Yes, evidently this is a collar that can send all sorts of information to a designated receiver. Probably meant to be paired with cyberin and robots.” Ariel sighed. Cyberin were Amazons and littles who had committed crimes and were sentenced to be lobotomized and turned into slaves. All countries had outlawed the practice within the past fifty years with Tsaria only outlawing it only five years ago.

 

“What was this one transmitting?” Liza looked at the monitor.

 

“Nothing actually, however, it was about to.” She brought up a block of computer code that filled the screen, “When the little’s heart rate reached 210 beats per minute the collar would send out a signal, to another receiver connected to a device.” Ariel opened a second window that showed device information, “This is the receiving device. The only thing we have to go off of is a serial number, however, on a hunch I ran its sequence through our databanks and I came up with a order form that fits the pattern.” She then brought up a shipping invoice addressed to Stuart Crimson.

 

“Stuart.” Liza growled and looked at her head of security.

 

“Director, I promise you, I had nothing to do with any of this!” Stuart balled his fists.

 

“Ma’am, there is more. That sequence is used by Galicen explosives company for their military grade remote detonators.” Ariel looked up at the director.

 

“Liza, we both know that any order for weapons or ordinance goes through the Board of Director. This shipment was approved by you!” Stuart growled.

 

“I know. Stuart, I know you too well to ever think that you would try something like this.” She sighed.

 

“Why do our security forces need detonators for military grade explosives?” Ariel looked up at the two Amazons.

 

“Above your pay grade.” Stuart said as he got his radio out, “All agents, repeat all agents. Be advised we have a possible explosive device on the grounds, repeat possible explosive device on the grounds. Evacuate all festival attendees and secure Bureau personnel. When LCPD shows up inform them immediately, over.”

 

Liza sighed loudly and sat down, “How the hell am I going to salvage this?!”

 

Stuart patted her back, “Don’t worry Liza, I’m poker buddies with the commissioner of the LCPD. They will clear the fairgrounds and make it safe. All we need is a rousing speech and people will be eating out of the palm of our hand. Now, I need to go coordinate my agents.” He said and left the ER.

 

“Chief, come in, over.” A voice crackled out of his radio.

 

“I copy.” Stuart said as he entered the fairgrounds and saw them nearly empty.

 

“This is Christy of Fulcrum Squad. LCPD is on scene en masse, over.”

 

“Roger, I want you guys to cede temporary control of the grounds to LCPD so they can do their sweep. Any agents with EOD experience are to assist in the sweep, over.” He said as he jogged towards the entrance, “Angel Squad, I need a headcount of the directors and their littles. Dr.Steel, Director Liza, and my little are at the ER, over.”

 

“This is Bernard of Angel Squad, all of the Board of Diapers is accounted for. Be advised, Director Schultz has not been found. She was last spotted with talking with members of her department, over.” A voice responded.

 

“Dammit.” He growled, “Alright, I want Dragoon, and Gold squads looking for Director Schultz, over.”

 

“Wilco.” Bernard responded.

 

“Stuart!” An Amazon member of the local police force approached him.

 

“Commissioner, thank goodness you are here.” He sighed as he shook hands, “Did my agents give you the update?”

 

“About the explosive? Yeah, I got my EOD teams sweeping the grounds right now. Two years, two dead Amazons.” He shook his head.

 

“It was worse this year. Bastard took out an entire squad before being taken down. I got an agent in emergency surgery and on top of everything the gunshots triggered a PTSD episode in my little!” He groaned.

 

“I don’t envy you.” The commissioner nodded a bit, “How is Michelle, aside from the PTSD episode.”

 

“Well, before today she was doing pretty well. Her old NCO started as a security agent yesterday and it was a nice reunion. Problem is, her NCO is the agent I have in surgery. I dunno if she is going to make it.” He sighed, “What a fucking day.”

 

“I hear ya.” He nodded as he radio crackled to life.

 

“Commissioner, we have found the device.” A voice came through the radio.

 

“Good, what are we looking at?” He asked.

 

“Appears to be a shaped charge hidden in a changing booth.”

 

“Shaped charge?”  Stuart and the Commissioner looked at each other

 

“Render it safe and secure it.” The Commissioner ordered.

 

“It makes no sense.” Stuart shook his head and got his radio out, “All agents be advised, LCPD have located the device. All squads are to return to their patrol routes, lets try and reopen the festival after LCPD have rendered the device safe, over.”

 

“I agree, if they wanted to cause damage why use a shaped charge?”

 

Stuart’s eyes widened in realization and he turned around towards the medical building, “They didn’t want to cause damage. This was a message.”


 

MARKUS

Charles looked over at the fairgrounds as people started to panic, “Martha, we need to get to the station.”

 

“Right!” She nodded, “Markus, come with us!”

 

“And if I don’t?” He said nervously as he crossed his arms and tried to look tough.

 

“You don’t want to know.” Martha glared at him.

 

“Alright, I’ll go with you.” He cowered a bit as followed the little and Amazon.

 

“We need to hurry. LCPD are going to be swarming this place soon.” Charles sighed as they entered the one of the main buildings loading bays. There were these white pods with blue tinted windows.

 

‘What are those?” Markus asked as Martha pressed a button on a freight elevator.

 

“Transportation pods. They help keep the volunteers and candidates stable and calm during the trip over here.” Martha said as the elevator arrived, “In.”

 

“The candidates I understand but why the volunteers?”  Markus asked as he entered the elevator along with Martha and Charles before the doors shut and the elevator went down.

 

“Think we will still be able to piggyback?” Charles sighed as he and Claire ignored Markus.

 

“I don’t even know if the festival will resume after this incident.” She groaned, “We need to move them, we can’t keep them in their pods for too much longer.”

 

“I know.” He checked his watch, “The certificates should be getting finished right now.”

 

“Excuse me.” Markus looked at his two bosses.

 

“Right, but if we can’t do the piggybacking today we have to dispose of the certificates.” Martha sighed as they continued to ignore him.

 

“Agreed, we can’t risk any more of those getting out.” Charles glanced over at Markus as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened revealing a bustling room filled with littles and Amazons moving transport pods around

 

“INSTEAD OF JUST IGNORING ME, WILL SOMEONE JUST TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!” Markus screamed causing the whole room to turn towards him.

 

Charles cleared his throat, “Marcus, this is the final stop on our little operation.”

 

“What little operation?” He growled.

 

“The Amazonian Underground Railroad.” Martha stepped out of the elevator, “Everyone, we have a security situation upstairs. We have shots fired, wait for Liza to contact us and see what the situation on the piggyback is. However, we need to be prepared for the eventuality that the piggyback is off.” She sighed, “Back to work!”

 

Marus was speechless as the littles and Amazons in the room rushed about and started to move pods around, “W-w-what?!”

 

“It is almost the same premise of the American Underground Railroad. We get littles out of bad situations, mainly in Galice and Tsaria, and find them safe loving homes.” Charles said.

 

“How long has this been going on?” Markus said as he stepped out.

 

“It started a few years before the trans-dimensional gate was opened. Liza and I started it. Liza was the CEO and president of a shipping company while I ran a daycare and with the help of a handful of Amazons we started to smuggle littles out of Tsaria. We used my daycare as a base and safe house.” she chuckled, “Thomas, Liza’s little was actually one we rescued, we got him from little-mill.” she sighed and shook her head as a phone on the wall rang.

 

“Probably the director.” Charles said as Martha went over to the phone and answered it.

 

“Hello? Liza, what is going on up there? An entire security team?! What about the little? You are shitting me!” she turned around and yelled, “Lock down the level! We got a bomb on the fairgrounds!” she returned to the phone call, “Should we cancel the piggyback? Alright, I will be waiting for your call.”

 

Charles sighed, “Follow me Markus, we have a lot of work to do.”

 

LIZA

 

Liza groaned as she made her way through the fairgrounds. The whole place was deserted aside from police officers conducting their sweeps. Of course she felt relief when she found out that the bomb was found and disposed of but the festival had only been open for a few hours. She had to try and salvage this festival. As she neared the main gate she could see LCPD had formed a perimeter around the gate. People were swarming all around the barricades that the police had erected. She sighed and inhaled deeply as she composed herself. The minute people saw her they went nuts asking questions. She stayed silent as she walked towards a police cruiser, “Mind if I borrow this?” She smiled nervously at the officer as she grabbed a megaphone from his hands

And stepped onto the roof of the cruiser. She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply and exhaled in kind.

 

“Citizens of Libertality!” She called out to the assembled crowd, “Today we have been attacked! Today, terrorists tried to detonate a bomb during our peaceful festival of love and kindness!” She paused and let the information sink in, “Let it be known that The Bureau will not take these attacks lying down and neither should you, the people of Libertality! We do not know who perpetuated these attacks or their motives but we do know that they made a mistake when they attacked us! During the Great Tripartite War it was Libertality that protected Galice from Tsarian brutality after the fall of Constance! Our national motto is: Defendat juva pusillanimes, suscipite infirmos. Protect the helpless, help the weak. That is the motto that embodies everything that The Bureau does. An attack on The Bureau is an attack on Libertality itself!” She smiled and watched the crowd.

 

“LIBERTALITY! LIBERTALITY! LIBERTALITY!” The crowd started to chant.

 

Liza smirked a bit, she sprinkled in patriotism and the crowd was hers. She waited for the chanting to die down before she started talking again, “Now then, I am pleased to announce that once LCPD and our security force have done a security sweep of the fairgrounds we will be resuming with the festivities and anyone who was set to adopt a little from us today will be able to do so at the scheduled time.” She smiled and got off the cruiser before handing the megaphone back to the officer, “Thank you.”


 

*Two Hours Later*

 

Liza smiled as she went down the freight elevator to the safehouse. The Festival had resumed flawlessly even though a few of the vendors ended up pulling out. She made a mental note to refund their fees. She couldn’t help but smile more when the doors opened and she saw the pods being prepped for loading.

 

“Liza!” Martha smiled and walked over to her, “What is the situation like?”

 

“The festival has resumed and the piggyback is a go.” She said as she noticed Markus pushing a pod with a few other littles, “Who is that?” Liza made sure that she knew everyone who worked in this safehouse by name and face.

 

“Markus Altivition, a new member of my department. One of our certificates somehow came across his desk and I decided to let him join rather than… the other option.” she said as Amazons and littles started to load the pods into the freight elevator.

 

“I see, if he messes up don’t hesitate to do it.” She nodded as she watched, “By the way, Stuart needs some legal help. He will either be at the ER, the armory, or patroling. Try the ER first.”

 

“Why does Stuart need legal help?” Martha raised an eyebrow.

 

“He wants to take in one of his security agents for the holidays. Evidently she was Michelle’s NCO, whatever that means, when Michelle was in the military. She is pretty badly injured and can’t stay by herself. He just needs to know what he can do.”

 

Martha nodded a bit, despite how much the two of them bickered, Martha knew how much he cared for Michelle, “Alright, I will escort the first group of pods up.” she smiled as the last of the pods were loaded into the elevator.


 

STUART


 

Stuart sighed as he sat by Michelle’s bed and gently stroked the sleeping little’s hair. The nurses had to sedate her and unfortunately this was not the first time and would likely not be the last. He looked up as he saw Dr.Steel, “Well?” He stood up.

 

“Dr. Sung has repaired the damage to Sandra’s lungs but the healing process will take time. However, when I entered Sandra’s data into the computer I got two profiles, one agent and one candidate.”

 

“Candidate? Sandy was a candidate?” Stuart raised an eyebrow in interest.

 

“It appears so, estranged from her parents due to her decision to join the marines right out of high school. Participated in the invasion of North Korea and helped liberate several death camps. Left the marines at age 23 at which point she was diagnosed with PTSD. She went to one meeting with her doctor who prescribed pills for her and she never showed up for the follow up. Our records state that she was a drifter for about three to five months before expressing interest in a security position at this location. When she expressed interest with the recruiter she was taken off the candidate list the day before her collection was set to take place.” She sighed, “It appears we need to reevaluate our recruiting practices if they are letting candidates for adoption apply.” She sighed,  “Stuart, her status as a candidate, her PTSD, and her refusal to use medications prescribed to her all disqualify her from a security position, we both know that.”

 

“Stuart?” Martha entered the ER, “Are you in here?”

 

“Over here Martha.”  He sighed, ‘Whats up?”

 

“Liza said you needed some legal advice?”

 

“Not anymore.” Stuart sighed, “Martha, I wish to file a 39D for Security Agent Sandra Bouvardia.” Form 39D otherwise known as: “Adoption Request of non-Consenting Little.” The form was created along with The Bureau to deal with possible mental breakdowns by staff from Earth but it had never been used before. It was only to be used by Bureau Amazons on Bureau littles. The matter was so serious that it required two directors to sign off on the adoption.

 

“Typically I would not agree, however, given Sandra’s former status as a candidate and her refusal to willing participate in her medication regime leads me to believe that adoption is the only option.” She nodded, “After all, she is only a little.”

 

Martha sighed and nodded, “If Ruby believes that this is a good course of action I will sign off on it.”

 

“Thank you.” Stuart sighed, “I want this contained, if word of this gets out, some may think we are punishing Sandra.”

 

“Right, lets keep it nice and quiet.” Martha sighed, “And Stuart, probably best if you run this by your wife first.”

 

Dr.Steel nodded, “Yes, I doubt that she will be thrilled about two times the diapers to change.” she got a clipboard out, “Now, as for Sandra’s medication, we will take the same course we did with Michelle, start with low dosages and work our way up.”

 

Martha smiled a bit, ‘Stuart, I will go start the paperwork.”


 

SANDY

Six Hours Later

 

Sandy could hear before she could see and she could only hear the beating of her own heart. She knew she was awake and yet some unknown force was compelling her to keep her eyes closed. She could feel that she was in a bed and that something fluffy was separating her legs. Her eyes slowly started to open. She was in a room, an Amazon sized room. The room was darkened aside from late afternoon light seeping in from behind a set of curtains. She felt sore all over her chest, she looked down and saw that she was tucked into the bed and was wearing a hospital gown, “The fuck.” She mumbled as she started to push the massive covers off of her revealing a thick white diaper taped around her waist. In her groggy state bits of her training kicked in and slightly distorted her memories, she was knocked out during combat with someone who advocated for the enslavement of littles, “Christ, I’ve been captured.” She started to stand up the thick diaper causing her to grab the headboard for support, “First things first.” She breathed heavily and reached down to untape the diaper. The diaper fell right onto the bed, “Okay, now to get off the bed.” She looked down over the edge of the bed, “That's about six feet.” She felt her chest and  looked under her gown. Her chest was all bandaged up and she could see flecks of blood on the bandages, “Alright, escape the room, allude captors, get comms with The Bureau. Not that hard.”

 

Sandy exhaled and knelt down on the side of the bed and gently eased her way off the bed. She bent her knees and landed flawlessly. However, the drop sent fresh sparks of pain through her chest, “Son of a bitch.” She groaned and held her chest. Sandy gritted her teeth and looked up, the door out of the room was nearly twenty feet tall with the door knob about teen feet off the ground, “Shit.” she sighed and looked around for something to step up. She eventually found a cardboard box about half her size next to a dresser, “Better than nothing.” She pushed the box over to the door and carefully stood on top of the box, luckily the box seemed to be full and thus did not collapse. She gritted her teeth and just barely got her hands around the door knob she started to turn the knob and kicked off from the wall, using her body weight to pull the door open. She dropped from the door and peaked out into the hallway, it was clear, “Alright, Phase One complete.” She staggered out of the room and fell to her knees as a fresh wave of pain washed over her, “Fuck that hurts.” She growled through gritted teeth as her vision started to go a bit fuzzy. Through the pain she could hear voices coming from somewhere distant.

 

“I’m telling you that if you that if she doesn’t see someone familiar she will go commando… in more ways than one!” A familiar voice said, but Sandy couldn’t place it.

 

“She isn't supposed to wake up for another hour.” Another voice, this one much deeper responded, “Besides, dinner is about to be ready.”

 

Sandy tried to stand up but the pain was too great and she was forced to crawl to a T-junction where the hallway was bisected by another hallway. Down the second hallway she could see an orange door and a set of stairs leading down, “Fuck.” she groaned and started to crawl. As she crawled she noticed that the hardwood floors had a small lane just about her size that was carpeted, she quickly moved onto the lane of carpet and towards the stairs which had the same lane going down. As she peaked down the stairs she saw an Amazon woman walk by the stairs but suddenly stop and start to look up the stairs. Sandy quickly hid herself behind what appeared to be some sort of ficus.

 

“Dear, when did the doctor say Sandy was going to wake up?” The Amazon called out.

 

“Not for another hour Sweetie.” An Amazon replied from somewhere in the house.

 

“Are you sure about that?”

 

“Positive, besides we got the baby monitor on the dresser. If she was awake we would have heard her.”

 

“You replaced the batteries like I told you to?”

 

There was silence from the other Amazon before they muttered a single word, “Shit.”  

 

Sandy could feel the vibrations of the Amazon woman climbing the stairs. Sandy gritted her teeth to try and endure the pain as she hide next to the ficus hoping that she wouldn’t be seen. Soon she saw the pants of the Amazon woman emerge from the staircase and turn towards her. Sandy balled a fist up and had the other hand holding her stomach to try and alleviate the pain. She saw the jean clad legs start to walk past her before turning around and start to move towards her.

 

“Looks like someone is awake.” The woman started to crouch down to try and get on eye level, “Now then…” The woman was cut off by Sandy throwing a punch to her nose causing her to fall on her rear, “Bitch!” She yelled. Sandy groaned and started to try and crawl away from the Amazon.

 

“Everything alright dear?” The other Amazon called out.

 

“She fucking punched me! God damn!” She groaned and started to stand up as she held her nose.

 

“Damn it, can you get her?”

 

“Yeah, just get a silencer.” The woman sighed and started to walk towards the crawling little.

 

“I told you so!” The familiar voice yelled.

 

“Fuck off!” Sandy coughed as she tried to crawl away from the woman. She made it as far as the door to the room she woke up in when a massive Golden Retriever like dog bounded up the stairs, ran past the woman and right at her. Sandy braced for the beast to hit her but instead was hit by a plethora of licks from the dog

 

“Buster down!” The woman commanded. The dog panted a bit and walked off. As Sandy caught her breath, a pacifier was stuck into her mouth and the nipple was inflated to the point where she could not move her tongue, “Contained!”

 

Sandy couldn’t help but scream in both anger and pain but the screams were muffled due to the pacifier, “Fuck you.” was the primary sentence of choice for her.

 

“She took her diaper off.” The woman sighed.

 

“Again, told you so!” The familiar voice yelled once again, “Can I see her?”

 

“Sweetie, I don’t think that's a good idea.” The female sighed and picked up the screaming little.

 

“Actually, it might calm Sandra down.” Sandra could hear the source of the male voice walking up the stairs.

 

“SANDY!” The familiar voice screamed causing Sandra to turn and face the voice. Even in her haze Sandy could make out the face of Michelle.

 

Sandra just yelled something, likely Michelle’s name, and reached for her former squadmate, “Easy, easy.” The woman slowly started to walk towards the man who was holding Michelle as the dog watched.

 

“Sandy!” Michelle smiled widely as the two were within arms reach of each other, “SUPER POWER SLAP!” Michelle yelled as she slapped Sandy across the face much to the surprise of the two Amazons.

 

“Michelle… what?” The woman gasped in surprise.

 

Sandy groaned and held her head as she started to blink her eyes. She looked around in a mix of confusion and pain. She tried to talk but found herself unable to talk due to the silencer.

 

“Sandy!” Michelle smiled as she deflated the silencer by pulling on the shield with boths hands and pulled it out, “Hi!”

 

“Michelle, what the fuck happened?” She groaned as she held her chest, “Chief, Laurel, what am I doing here? Why does my chest hurt so much?” She looked up at Laurel, “What happened to your nose?”

 

Stuart sighed, “Sandy, just relax for a bit. Laurel, can you go give Sandy her pain meds.”

 

“Yeah, I can do that.” She smiled a bit at Sandy as she carried the girl downstairs, “Now then, I bet you could use medication to deal with that pain.”

 

“Yeah, that would be nice.” She groaned a bit as she was carried through a living room. The living room was rather large with a sectional couch forming a square U facing a large wall mounted television. There were a few toys scattered around about the room. In the corner there was a large dog bed with a few chew toys, “Is, is this your house?” She kept holding her chest.

 

“Yes it is.” She said as carried the girl into the kitchen and set her down on a marble counter.

 

“Cold!” The girl squeaked a bit.

 

Laurel smiled and giggled a bit, “Sorry, should be quick.” She said as she got two pill bottles out, one was labeled Doxi (10 MG) and another was labeled Percusetuslition (50 MG). Laurel grabbed a sippy cup from a cupboard and started to fill it up with water.

 

“Laurel, I don’t need a sippy cup.” Sandy blushed a bit.

 

“We don’t have any other cups in your...size.” She said as she screwed the top of the cup on and got the pills out of the container before handing all three to Sandy, “There you go, those should help with the pain.” Laurel couldn’t help but feel bad as she tricked Sandy, she was a sweet girl but she needed treatment. The Doxi would act as a relaxing agent while the Percusetuslition was a post-surgery painkiller.

 

“How often do I get these?” Sandy asked after she swallowed both pills and drank some water to chase.

 

“Doxi is everyday, the Percusetuslition is when needed.” She smiled.

 

“Is, is the Percusetuslition… habit forming?” Sandy looked up at Laurel.

 

“No sweetie.” She smiled and picked her up, “Why would you be worried about that?”

 

“Its just that… I, you know what, never mind.” she sighed, “What now?”

 

“Well, we need to get some proper clothes on you. I can see your butt.” She smiled, “And its a cute one at that.”

 

Sandy blushed deeply, “L-Laurel! That’s that’s… you are my bosses wife!” she turned away as Stuart walked over.

 

“Did you give her the meds?” He smiled.

 

“Yep, took them like a good girl.” Laurel handed Michelle off to Stuart.

 

“Good, can you get the pasta all ready? All you have to do is stir in the sauce.” Stuart smiled and bounced the still blushing Sandra, “Oh, and feed Buster while you are at it.”

 

“Sure thing.” She kissed Stuart on the cheek and walked over to the stove where a pair of pots were boiling away.

 

‘Sir… what is going on?” Sandy looked up at Stuart as he carried her up the stairs and through the orange door. On the other side of the door was a full nursery that had orange as the primary color. Michelle was playing with some toy cars when she saw the two enter.

 

“SANDY!” Michelle stood up and waddled towards her. Sandy got a good look at the girl and saw that she was wearing a black t-shirt and thick white diaper that made her waddle.

 

“Hey Michelle.” She kept blushing as she was put on Michelle’s changing table. Sandy could see that at either end of the table there was a pair of cuffs.

 

“Sir, what are you doing. I don’t need diapers.” She said as she saw Stuart getting changing supplies out and a diaper like the one Michelle was wearing, “Sir, I am one of your agents. This is highly inappropriate!”

 

“Not anymore.” He sighed, “Sandra, you should have never become an agent. You were not medically qualified to. The recruiters tricked the system somehow and managed to get you through. Sandra, at approximately  4:32 PM you became a member of this family and as such you will live the life of an adopted little.” He said as he started to take the gown off, revealing her bandaged chest and her tattoo covered body, “I’m sorry, but this was your fate. You were meant to be a candidate… Oh my.” He started to blush a bit.

 

Sandra shook her head and covered her breasts, “NO!” she shook her head, “No! I do not fit the requirements! I didn’t need to be a candidate!” She started to try and get off the table only for her hands and feet to be locked into the restraints at either end.

 

“Yes you did. Don’t think we don’t know your story. Military right out of High School caused you to be estranged from your parents, you got PTSD while in the service and you refused to medicate before becoming a drifter for half a year! You have clearly demonstrated that you are not fit to care for yourself and thus need a proper adult to do it for you!” He growled as he unfolded the diaper and set it under her rear, “Christ, you even have a butt cheek tattoo?”

 

“You actually got that?! I thought you were joking about that!” Michelle giggled a bit and tried to climb up the changing table.

 

“Michelle no, down.” He sighed and picked her up, “Look you can sit next to her but don’t make Daddy’s job any harder.” He said and placed her on her rear next to Sandy’s head.

 

“Hi!” Michelle smiled and looked down at her friends face, “How's it going.”

 

“How do you think it's going?” She growled as she tried to kick her legs. Since she was being distracted by Michelle she didn’t notice Stuart getting a pill bottle out from under the table and getting a pill out.

 

“Deep breath Sandra.” He said as he started to insert the pill rectally

 

“Why would I take a deep.. Holyshittitsnuggestsomethingisgoingupmybutt!” She yelped.

 

“Yeah, Predissi isn’t fun to take.” Michelle said and sat at the edge of the changing table with her legs hanging off the end.

 

“The fuck is Predissi?” Sandra growled as Stuart powdered her crotch and butt.

 

“PTSD medication made over here by The Bureau for littles with PTSD.” Michelle kicked her legs a bit.

 

Sandra just growled and struggled against the restraints as Stuart taped the diaper up, “Sir, with all due respect, fuck you.”

 

Stuart rolled his eyes, “You’ll get used to it. Consider yourself lucky that you were drained after surgery.” He said and got a pair of solid pink plastic pants that had a lock on the front, “There are to make sure you keep your diaper on so we don’t find puddles in the house.” he said as he unrestrained her legs quickly before slipping the pants over Sandra’s diaper and locking it, “There we go.” He smiled and grabbed a white t-shirt from a shelf and undid Sandy’s arm restraints before putting the shirt on Sandy and picking the two littles up, “My two girls look so precious.”

 

Sandra was blushing and looking away from Stuart as he set the two of them down on the floor, “Sir, why did you adopt me?” She growled.

 

“Because you were already family.” He smiled, “Shelly, why don’t you show Sandy all your toys while daddy helps mommy finish up dinner.” He said as he left the room and shut the door behind him.

 

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” Sandra groaned loudly and flopped onto her back, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

 

Michelle waddled over to Sandy, “You know, they normally spank me for saying fuck.” she smiled, “They must be going easy on ya ‘casue it's your first day.” She smiled and sat down next to her, “I missed you so much.”

 

“Missed you too, Mitch.” She smiled.

 

“You haven’t called me that in ages.” She smiled and held Sandra’s hand, “So, about our… thing.”

 

“Mitch… we broke it off years ago.” She sighed, “It was inappropriate. I was your NCO you were an assistant autorifleman.”

 

“You WERE my NCO, I WAS an assistant autorifleman. It's not inappropriate anymore.” She blushed a bit.

 

“Mitch…” She started before Michelle held a finger to finger to Sandy’s mouth.

 

“Sandy, I never stopped loving you.” Michelle smiled and sat on Sandra’s diapered crotch, “Feels nice being on top for a change.”

 

Sandy couldn’t help but laugh, “Don’t get so used to it.” She smiled, “Just watch the chest, I am still a bit sore.”

 

“Yes, ma’am.”

 

“Don’t call me ma’am.” She smiled as she pulled Michelle down and the two started to kiss.

 

“God, I missed this.” Michelle smiled.

 

“I did too.” Sandy blushed, “But what the hell have you been eating? Your breath smells like shit.”

 

“Oh you think my breath smells bad? Just wait until I need to drop a load.” She laughed and shook her diapered rear in Sandra’s face. Sandy laughed and playfully pushed Michelle’s rear. Michelle laughed as she fell to the ground. The room was soon filled with laughter coming from the two girls.


 

LAUREL

 

“So, how did Sandy’s diapering go?” Laurel asked as Stuart came up behind her as she stirred a meat sauce into a pot of pasta.

 

“Had to use the restraints. Luckily Michelle calmed her down a bit. I put her in the locking plastic pants.” Stuart said as he started to get some little sized plastic bowls out, “I see you got one of the spare highchairs out from the storage closet. Good thing my parents sent us two when we got Michelle.”

 

Laurel rolled her eyes as Buster trotted into the kitchen and started to eat some kibble out of his dog bowl, “I’m telling you, your parents were pressuring you through gifts to get another little and you did what they wanted.” She kissed him, “So what’s on the agenda for tomorrow?”

 

“Well.” Stuart started to scoop the pasta and meat sauce into the two plastic bowls, “Well, we gotta go to the mall to get Festivus gifts for Sandra, you can take Michelle and do the shopping while I take Sandy to get her hair cut and probably colored. Her face is plastered all over the internet and it would be best if she didn’t draw attention. After the mall, the rest of the day will be spent preparing for the next day’s Festivus party.

 

Laurel sighed a bit as she got two bottles of milk out from the fridge, “Do you think Sandy can handle it?”

 

“It’s only the other directors and their littles, though we may just have to her and pumpkin pants from the others right off the bat because if one starts getting picked on the other will intervene and its not going to be pretty.” he said as he got two little forks out from a drawer, “Sandy’s things should be arriving tomorrow as well.” He placed the forks in the bowls and placed the bowls on the tray tables of two high chairs there were on next to each other along the perimeter of a circular table, “Can you go get them?” Stuart asked as he took the bottles from her.

 

“Sure.” She smiled and walked up the stairs. She could hear the laughing coming from Michelle’s room and smiled some more, “Are you two having fun?” she poked her head into the  room. Michelle and Sandy were both of their backs laughing, “Come on you two, dinner is ready.”

 

Michelle smiled and sat up, “Come on Sandy.” She smiled and waddled to the door.

 

Sandy sighed a bit as she shakily stood up, “I’m feeding myself.” She said before falling onto her  diapered rear, “Bitch.”

 

“Language sweetie.” Laurel walked over to her and picked her up, “I’ll carry you down the stairs, okay?” She smiled and bounced her a bit, “You make a very cute baby.”

 

“No I don’t.” She blushed and looked away, “And I’m not using the diapers!”

 

Laurel sighed as she walked down the stairs with Michelle slowly following her, “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, you are an adopted little and thus you wear and use diapers, we also don’t have a little sized toilet for you to use. If you tried to use our toilet you would likely fall in and possibly drown. She sat the girl down in a pink highchair while she helped Michelle into an orange highchair. Sandy blushed a bit, it felt like she was sitting on a big pillow, she didn’t dislike the feeling.

 

“This looks...good.” Sandy blushed a bit as she picked up her fork and looked it it. IIt was a pink plastic fork with rounded prongs, “Can I eat, or do Amazons have their own form of grace?” She sighed a bit.

 

“Thank you for asking, you can start eating in a few seconds.” Stuart smiled and walked over to the two of them. He attached bibs around their necks. Sandy looked down and saw that hers was green and head an elephant on it, “Now you may eat.” Stuart patted their heads

 

Sandy hesitantly started to eat, “This is good.” She smiled a bit with a mouth full of food.

 

“Don’t talk with your mouth full dear.” Laurel smiled as she sat down at the table with a glass of wine. Sandy eyed the wine a bit. The glass was massive compared to any wine glass she had seen before. It looked like it could fit a whole bottle of wine from Earth. Laurel could see Sandra eyeing the wine, “No, you may not have any.”

 

“But you said we could have drinks tonight!” Michelle whined, “You said that yesterday!”

 

“I know, but circumstances have changed dear.”  Laurel sighed, “Maybe tomorrow night.”

 

Michelle whined and kicked her legs, “No fair!”

 

Stuart sighed, “Michelle, calm down or you will get a spanking after bath time.” Stuart sat down with his pasta and a bottle of bear and started to eat

 

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooo.” Michelle whined as Sandy simply kept eating. She was starving since she had not had anything to eat since this morning.

 

“Then behave and eat your dinner.” Stuart said as he took a sip of his beer.

 

The rest of dinner went off without a hitch. Stuart and Laurel talked about some mundane things like bills and grocery shopping and stuff. Sandy had finished her pasta when she heard something that caught her attention, “Are you sure you want to take the girls on the trip to Earth?”

 

“Yes, Liza said that she wants half of the directors and their littles to go with her on her visit to Earth. This is the first time an Amazon will be going further than The Bureau compound on Earth.

 

“Wait, we are going back to Earth?” Sandy looked at the two Amazons.

 

“Yes, we will. The trip will be in about a month.” Stuart said, “Sandy, you haven’t touch your milk.”

 

“I-I’m not thirsty.” She blushed and looked at Michelle who was sucking through her second bottle.

 

“Dear, you need to get fluids into you, especially after your surgery.” Laurel sighed as Sandy just pushed around the last few pieces of pasta, “All done with dinner?”

 

“Yeah.” She sighed and set her fork down. The meal was good no doubt about that, a real stick to your ribs meal perfect for the winter season. Sandy had made an effort to keep herself and her bib clean, something Michelle had ignored. Sandy couldn’t even comprehend how Michelle had gotten so messy.

 

“Looks like someone needs her bath.” Stuart smiled and picked her up revealing her yellowed diaper, “And a fresh diaper, but that can wait after bath time.” He tickled her a bit as he took the bib off.

 

Sandy had a slight look of surprise on her face, “Seriously Michelle? You do that while eating?” She hadn’t even noticed when Michelle had gone.

 

“What?” Michelle giggled a bit as she was carried off.

 

Sandy sighed and rested her head on the tray table, she always got a bit sleepy after a big meal, “Tired dear?” Laurel took the bowls and forks from both high chairs and set them in the sink before getting the two empty bottles from Michelle’s chair.

 

“A little.” She yawned, “Big meals like that make me tired.”

 

Laurel smiled a bit and picked her up, “Well, you can go to sleep after you have your bath with Michelle.” She said as she grabbed the bottle from Sandy’s chair, “However, you need fluids.” She walked over to the couch and cradled Sandy as she sat down.

 

“I said I wasn’t thirsty.” Sandy started to squirm in Laurel’s grasp.

 

“Dear, you need to to get some liquids in you.” She sighed and stuck the nipple into Sandy’s mouth.

 

Sandy tried to protest but it was futile as the nipple was already in her mouth. She slowly started to suck on the bottle, realizing that she would be sucking down milk one way or another and she might as well take the easy way. When the milk touched her tongue she realized that it was not normal cows milk, it was thicker, creamier, and sweeter. Amazonia was like Earth in many ways, Sandy read a report somewhere that the reason everything grew so big was because of high oxygen levels during the beginning stages of life on the planet, or something like that, “This milk probably came from some cow taller than truck.” she smiled a bit at the thought and kept sucking.

 

“Such a good girl, Sandy.” Laurel praised the girl and gently stroked her hair, “I know this can seem like a really big change, but I promise that you will like it here.” She smiled as she saw the milk level in the bottle dropping, “Someone must have been thirsty.” She chuckled, “I’ll have another bottle waiting for you after you get out of the tub.”

 

Sandy nodded as she finished off the bottle of milk and let out a burp, “Excuse me.” She blushed as Laurel removed the bottle and set it on the coffee table, “Alright, let's go get you into the tub.”

 

“But I thought Mitchell was in the tub?” Sarah blushed as laurel stood up and carried her up the stairs. She could hear Mitchell laughing.

 

“You can take a bath with Mitchell. We don’t wanna waste water if we don’t have to, plus I think it will be cute.” She smiled and opened a door revealing a bathroom. Stuart was kneeling next to an Amazon sized tub that was filled with water. Michelle was digging around in a plastic bucket, buck naked.

 

“Hey honey.” Stuart kissed Laurel, “Pumpkin pants is picking out her toys.”

 

“Good, did you blow up the other pair of floaties?” Laurel said as she took Sandy’s shirt off revealing her slightly bloody dressings, “Just apply some medi-gel?”

 

“Yeah, unwrap the dressings and slather it all over her stitches.” he said as he felt the water, “She still clean?”

 

“Yeah.” She said as she started to take the bandages off revealing a line of stitches that ran almost the length of her chest.

 

“Fuck me.” Sandy looked at her stitches, “How bad was it?”

 

“Language.” Stuart looked over at her, “Several broken and fractured ribs, fractured sternum, punctured lung, and internal bleeding. Luckily you were at one of the top ERs in the world. They have some pretty advanced stuff at our medical center.” He smiled and handed Laurel a tube of gel, “Just rub it all over the stitches.”

 

Sandy blushed and suddenly looked down at her diaper as she realized what was about to happen, “”No no no no!” She shook her head and placed her hands over the lock on the plastic panties to try and keep the diaper on and protect wheat little modesty she had left.

 

Laurel rolled her eyes as she squirted the gel onto her hand and started to rub it over Sandy’s stitches, “Oh, so now you want the keep your diaper on?” She chuckled a bit as Stuart walked over to Michelle, “Pumpkin butt, have you picked a toy out yet?”

 

“Uh huh!” Michelle smiled and held up a few plastic boats.

 

“You know you can only have one at a time.” Stuart smiled.

 

“The other one is for Sandy!” She giggled and helf the boats up, both were made of multi colored plastic. One was modeled after a paddle boat, the other a speed boat, “Which one do you want Gunney?”

 

“Um, I’ll take the paddle boat.” She said as laurel finished applying the medi-gel.

 

“Alright, now time for the diaper to come off.” Laurel said and moved her hands down to Sandy’s plastic pants.

 

“Noooooooo.” She whined and shied away from Laurel.

 

“Sandy, stop it.” Laurel rolled her eyes and unlocked the plastic pants with her thumbprint before she tore the tapes of the diaper and pulled it away from Sandy revealing a rather… interesting tattoo. It was a dragon with its mouth about to eat Sandy’s vagina, “Oh, that is...interesting.”

 

“That's a new one.” Michelle giggled and walked over to Sandy before handing her the paddle boat toy.

 

“Thanks.” Sandy blushed deeply. She was mortified, she had gotten that tattoo while she was drunk in San Diego and she had regretted it every single day.

 

Stuart smiled and started to put floaties on Michelle, “Come on Sandy, you're next.”

 

Sandy blushed and tried to cover her crotch before walking towards Stuart and Michelle. Michelle was the polar opposite of Sandy in terms of body and hair. Michelle had all her body hair shaved down (likely from living as a baby), no tattoos, no blemishes, or anything like that. Sandy had body hair all over, the only things that were shaved was her face and legs, she had body art all over her body, and had pimples and blemishes all over, particularly on her lower belly, “Are the floaties really needed?”

 

“Yes.” Stuart said flatly as he started to put the floaties on Sandy, moving her arms when needed, “Alright, I got two cutie pies ready for the tub.” He picked them up and set them in the tub.

 

“Alright, say cheese!” Laurel smiled and took a few pictures of the girls with her phone.

 

Sandy blushed and tried to hide behind Michelle, “Where are those pictures going?!”

 

“To Stuart’s parents, my sister, and our Littlebook page.” Laurel smiled.

 

“The fuck is Littlebook?!” Sandy groaned.

 

“Language.” Stuart and Laurel rolled their eyes.

 

“It's essentially a site where Amazons can show off their littles. Not to brag, but I got a decent following.” Michelle smiled as she started to play with her boat.

 

“Might have to take her to the redesigner instead of the salon tomorrow.” Stuart whispered to Laurel as he saw how much body acne Sandy had.

 

“Sounds good.” she said as she got colorful bottle of soap out, “Alright, let's get you girls nice and clean. Laurel then proceeded to start and wash the girls’ bodies. Sandy pretty much let Laurel do whatever she wanted while Michelle was a bit more playful. She splashed the two Amazons a few times and Sandy once, a cold stare from Sandy insured it was the only splash. After about ten minutes the two girls were lifted out of the tub and swaddled in thick fluffy towels, Michelle in orange and Sandy in pink.

 

“Alright, let's get you two in your night diapers and give you are night bottles and then its off to bed.” Stuart said as the girls were carried to the nursery. Michelle was first up, she was dried off, powdered, and diapered in a diaper so thick Sandy thought that Michelle probably couldn’t even walk in it.

 

“Daddy!” Michelle whined, “I don’t want a crawler!”

 

“You drank almost twenty bottles today and only had two changes. You will get all the diaper you need.” He said and got a black and orange nightie out from a dressed and slipped it onto Michelle, “There you go.” He smiled and clipped an orange pacifier to the nightie before picking her up and setting her on the ground.

 

“Alright, let's make this nice and quick.” Laurel said as she dried Sandy off and set her on the table. Sandy was too tired to even think about resisting and even if she did she knew that she would be easily overpowered. Soon she was powdered, diapered in a thick dark blue diaper with stars on it, had her stitches redressed, and put in a pink and black striped onesie, “You look so adorable.” Laurel clipped a pink pacifier to the onesie after she set Sandy next to Michelle who was sucking away at her pacifier.

 

“Wait, don’t we need to brush our teeth?” She said as Laurel took more pictures.

 

“That's what your night bottle is for, it's a special formula that cleans your teeth as you drink it.” She said as Stuart came in with two bottles.

 

“Two night bottles for two very special little girls.” He gave the girls the bottles.

 

“Thanks daddy!” Michelle smiled and happily sucked on the bottle.

 

“Thank you sir.” Sandy sighed and started to drink the formula. This was different from her earlier bottle, it isn't as sweet and certainly not as creamy and it tasted minty, but it wasn’t bad. After both girls had finished their bottles they were both put in the large crib that was next to the changing table. Sandy smiled a bit as she was laid next to Michelle and tucked in.

 

“Good night you two.” Laurel cooed and kissed them both on the head.

 

“Sweet dreams.” Stuart patted their heads and set a baby monitor on the dresser, “We will see you in the morning.” He smiled and turned off the lights before leaving the room. As the lights dimmed the ceiling was illuminated with stars and moons coming from a globe projector on the dresser.

 

“Good night Mitch.” Sandy smiled and kissed the little next to her.

 

“Good night Sandy.” Micelle returned the kiss and shut her eyes.


 

4 Hours later

 

Sandy was awoken from her peaceful slumber by an uncomfortable pressure in her lower abdomen, “Michelle, Michelle.” She gently shook the girl.

 

“Huh, what?” Michelle yawned and looked around, “it's still night, what's wrong?”

 

“I have to pee.”


 

END OF CHAPTER

 

Next Time on: Tales From The Bureau: Sandy’s first full day as an adopted little is ahead of her, how will this experience affect her, and Markus is entrusted with a special mission for the Underground Railroad, one that could mean life and death for innocent littles.

 

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Yeah I'm going to have to bail with the non-con. Otherwise liking it. Obviously the Bureau has some major cognitive dissonance going on. 

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Chapter Six

 

SANDY

 

“I have to pee.” Sandy blushed as Michelle rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

 

Michelle groaned, “That’s it? You have to pee?” She flopped back down onto her back, “Just pee!”

 

“Come on Mitch, help me get to the toilet.” Sandy squirmed a bit as she tried to climb out of  the crib.

 

“You can’t go to the toilet.” Michelle sighed, “Here is why: A. You can’t climb out of the crib, B. You can’t get out of the room, C. If you wake Buster up he will bark like a motherfucker, D. You can’t open the bathroom, E. The toilet is too big for you, and F. Mommy and Daddy can hear us right now.”

 

“Goodnight girls.” Stuart’s voice came out of the baby monitor on the dresser.

 

“But I have to pee!” Sandy protestsed.

 

“You will get a change in the morning.” Stuart sighed.

 

“Dear, I got this.” Laurel’s rather sleepy voice could be heard on the monitor. Within a few minutes the door to the nursery opened and the lights slowly brightened.

 

“Mommy!” Michelle groaned and covered her head with a blanket.

 

“Hush.” Laurel looked over at Sandy as she squirmed around. Her arms gripping the bars of the crib, “It’s okay sweetie.”  she said as she started to pick Sandy up.

 

“Take me to the toilet!” She whimpered. The girl squirmed around in laurel’s grasp.

 

“Sandy, this is something you need to get used to.” She rubbed the girls back and sat down in a rocking chair, “Just relax and let it go, all diapers get changed.”

 

“No! No! No!” Sandy shook her head as she struggled to hold back her bladder. It felt like the pressure had increased drastically from when she first woke up, “Did you fucking drug me?!” She groaned and held her gut.

 

“Not at all dear.” Laurel sighed and grabbed a pacifier from inside a cupholder on the side of the highchair, “Amazon breast milk just helps to clean out littles’ systems.”

 

“You gave me boob milk!?” Sandy yelled as she blushed even deeper that she was already.

 

“Yes, all your bottles are my breast milk.” Laurel kept rubbing Sandy’s back, “Do you not like it?”

 

Sandy bit her lower lip a bit. She didn’t hate the milk, she actually quite liked it, “No.” Sandy whimpered as she felt the gates about to burst.

 

“Just let go Sandra, I will change you.” She reassured the little.

 

Sandra felt her body screaming to let go while her mind and over twenty years of using the toilet was screaming at her to keep it in. In the end her body won. Sandy felt a few tears well up as she wet herself for the first time in nearly twenty years. She could feel a puddle forming right under her rear only for it to quickly disappear and be replaced by another puddle only for that puddle to be absorbed by the diaper. The cycle continued until her diaper felt squishy and warm, “D-done.” Sandy managed to mutter.

 

“That's such a good girl, going pee pee in her didee like a good baby.” Laurel smiled and sat the girl on her knee.

 

Sandra squeaked as the wet diaper was pressed against her crotch and a wave of pleasure started to make its way through her body, “L-laurel!” She blushed and bit her lower lip as the pleasure started to subside.

 

Laurel smirked, she knew exactly what she was doing, “I think someone likes their didees a bit more than they are letting on.”

 

Sandy shook her head, “D-do not!”

 

“Come on sweetie.” Laurel smiled and carried her over to the changing table, “Lets get you nice and clean.” She let out a yawn as she got all the supplies and started to clean Sandy up, “After this it's right back to bed, we have a busy busy day.”

 

Sandy nodded a bit as Laurel wiped her down, “Cold!” She squirmed around.

 

“You get used to it!” Michelle called out from the crib.

 

Laurel nodded in agreement as she sprinkled some baby powder on the girls crotch and taped up a new night diaper, “There we go, all fresh and clean.”  She smiled and set Sandy back in the crib, “Goodnight, again.” She said before turning off the lights and shutting the door behind her.

 

“You are such a fucking pervert.” Michelle giggled and playfully punched Sandy in the arm.

 

“Oh fuck you.” She blushed and punched back, “You probably hump your stuffed animals!”

 

Michelle blushed, “I…”

 

“Oh my god you do!” Sandy smirked, “And you call me a perv.” She laughed and hugged Michelle.

 

“I said goodnight!” Laurel’s stern voice came through, “I don’t want to hear a peep out of either of you until tomorrow!”

 

“Yes, ma’am.” The two littles grumbled.

 

“Good, now sleep.”

 

Michelle smiled and embraced Sandy as the two tried to fall back asleep. It took Sandy a bit to calm down from the teasing that Laurel had done. Sandy’s mind was full of thoughts, “Do I actually like diapers? Is this because of Mommy’s milk? Did I just call Laurel Mommy?” She sighed a bit, eventually her thoughts started to blur and the girl fell asleep in the arms of her crib mate.


 

*Six Hours Later*


 

Sandy groaned as a foul smell entered her nostrils, “What’s that smell? Did Rick burn the damn MREs again?” she yawned and started to stretch and noticed that Michelle was squatting down on the other end of the crib. She was hanging onto the side and her face was all scrunched up, “Mitch, are you shitting yourself?” Sandy stared in disbelief as Michelle’s already super thick diaper expanded a bit more.

 

“What? I poop every morning!” She stuck her tongue out and started to stand upright. The diaper causing a large gap between her legs.

 

Sandy held her nose, “I can smell you over here. Fuck me, when that opens.” she groaned and covered her head with the blanket, “Just get fucking changed!”

 

“I will...when Mommy or Daddy come in.” She said as she started to crawl over to Sandy.

 

“You mean they don’t change you when you want?” Sandy poked her head out of the blanket with a slightly scared look on her face.

 

“When I first came here yeah, but after a few days they said I had to get used to staying in a used diaper for a bit until they check.” She said as she promptly sat down.

 

“Fuck Mitch, that is disgusting.”

 

“Says the girl that got horny with her huggies last night.” She stuck her tongue out as Stuart entered the room and immediately stepped back a bit.

 

“Woah, someone really needs a diaper change.” Stuart held his nose and walked over to the crib, “Alright, which one of you is it?”

 

Sandy blushed and pointed to Michelle, “Not me.”

 

Michelle giggled and pointed to Sandy, “It was her.”

 

Sandy shook her head and kept blushing, “No it wasn’t!”

 

Stuart sighed and picked Sandy up, “I'll just check you first.” Stuart set her on the table and undid the crotch snaps on the girl’s onesie before feeling the diaper, “Nope, you're clean. So then Michelle must be the stink bug.” He said and set Sarah back in the crib before picking Michelle up, “Yep, you really stink.”

 

Michelle giggled a bit and kicked her legs, “I’m not stinky.”

 

“Yes you are.” He laid her down on the changing table, “Good thing we put you in a waddler.” Stuart removed the girl’s nightie, “Alright, this is going to be fun.” He sighed and slowly began to untape Michelle’s diaper.

 

Sandy gagged as the smell from Michelle’s diaper was amplified. She held her nose and groaned, “Mitch, you fucking stink!”

 

“Sandy, this is your last warning. If you keep using that language you will get a silencer put in your mouth and if you keep using naughty language its a spanking.” Stuart said as he started to wipe Michelle’s rear.

 

“Yes sir.” She grumbled as she held her nose shut to try and block out Michelle’s fumes, “I’m not doing that.”

 

“Yes you will.” Stuart sighed as he kept wiping her, “I think we need to get you those scent blocking diapers.”

 

Michelle shook her head, “I’m not that stinky!”

 

“Yes you are.” Stuart smiled as he finally finished wiping, “There we go.” He said as he started to powder Michelle’s rear.

 

“I want a princess diapee!” Michelle smiled, “Please?”

 

“Since you said please.” He smiled and got a thick pink diaper that appeared to have ruffles on the butt, out from the shelves in the changing table.

 

“Um, when can I get out of this diaper? It's a bit thick.” Sandy stood up, gripping the bars of the crib for support.

 

“You get a new diaper when you get changed.” Stuart said as he slid the princess diaper under Michelle’s rear and taped it up. The diaper wasn’t as thick as the one Sandy was wearing, “We don’t like wasting diapers here.” He said as he placed Michelle’s old diaper in a plastic bag and dropped into into a nearby diaper pail.

 

“W-what?!” Sandy looked down at the diaper bulge in her onesie, “That's not fair!”

 

“Dear, its simple. If you need a new diaper, you get a new diaper.”  He rolled his eyes and took Michelle’s nightie off, “Alright, let's get  you into a nice pretty dress.” He walked over to the closet and looked through some clothes, “Hmmmm, ah here we go.” Stuart got out a ruffled blue dress, “You haven’t worn this in ages.” Stuart smiled.

 

Michelle pouted, “I don’t like that dress.”

 

“What don’t you like about it? Grandma and Grandpa got it for you in Galice.”

 

“I don’t like it!” Michelle pouted more.

 

“Well, you are wearing it.” Stuart rolled his eyes and started to dress Michelle.

 

“No no no!” Michelle raised her voice and kicked at Stuart a bit.

 

“Hey, that is very bad.” He scolded Michelle, “You know better than that.”

 

Michelle stuck her tongue out, “I want my princess dress!”

 

“Its too cold out for that.” He sighed as he reached under the changing table and pulled out a hairbrush, “You know better than to kick Daddy and raise your voice.”

 

Michelle went pale, “No no no no!”  She whimpered and tried to back up.

 

“Michelle!” Stuart raised his voice, “Bad girls need to be punished.” He said as he started to untape Michelle’s diaper. Sandy watched on in horror as she saw the Amazon grab Michelle's feet and lifted them up so that Michelle’s pale rear was exposed, “This hurts me as much as it hurts you.”  He said and in two swift motions he brought the flat of the hairbrush against Michelle’s rear and raised it back up before delivering another strike. By the fifth strike Michelle was bawling her eyes out. By the tenth she had snot running down her face.

 

“Now then.” Stuart said as he put away the hairbrush and retaped Michelle’s diaper before picking her up and holding her close, “Daddy is sorry he had to do that.” He patted Michelle’s back and started to bounce up and down, “Shhhhhhhh, shhhhhhhhh.”

 

“Honey, everything okay in here?” Laurel said as she came through the door.

 

“Yes dear, Michelle decided it was a good time to kick me and yell because she didn’t want to wear the dress my parents got her.”  Stuart said as he gave Michelle a pacifer.

 

“Bare hand or hairbrush?” She sighed and picked up Sandy who whimpered, “Shhhhhh, shhhhhh, its okay sweetheart. If you are a good girl you don’t get spankies.”

 

“Hairbrush, she knows better than to kick at me.” Stuart said as he started to dress Michelle in the blue dress.

 

“Dear…” She sighed, “Open hand would have been fine.” She rolled her eyes and picked up Sandy, who buried her face in Laurel’s shoulder, “Look at what you did, you scared Sandy.” She sighed and rubbed the girl’s back, “Its okay honey, if you’re a good girl that won’t happen to you.”

 

Sandy whimpered, “I’m a good girl.”

 

“That's right.” Laurel smiled, “Now, let's get you into a nice outfit.” She carried Sandy over to the wardrobe.

 

“I’m hungry.”  She whimpered.

 

“Don’t worry. You and Michelle will get a bottle of formula during the car ride to the mall.” Laurel said as she started to look through the clothes, “What about this pretty dress?”  Laurel smiled as she got out a pink dress that stopped just above the knees.

 

“It’s cold out.” Sandy murmured through Laurels cardigan sweater.

 

“That's why you have pants silly.” She said as she set the dress’ coat hanger on the changing table’s railing, “Lets see, maybe some jeans?”

 

“I like jeans.” Sandy sniffled.

 

“Jeans it is.” She smiled and grabbed a pair of light blue jeans from a dresser and brought them to the changing table before laying Sandra down on the table.

 

“Can I get a new diaper please?” Sandy looked up at Laurel.

 

“Are you wet?”  Laurel asked as she squeezed the front of the diaper, “No, and you aren’t messy.” She shook her head, “Afraid not, we don't waste diapers here.”

 

“But it’s too thick!” Sandy groaned.

 

Laurel rolled her eyes, “You haven’t pooped yet so you need a thick diaper.” Laurel said as she started to dress Sandy.

 

“I’m not pooping my pants.” Sandy mumbled.

 

“Correct, you aren’t pooping your pants. You are pooping your diaper.” She smirked a bit as she helped Sandy into the dress. The jeans were a bit small on Sandy given that they were likely Michelle’s. The jeans did nothing to hide Sandy’s big diaper bulge.

 

Sandy grumbled, “Well, it's not that bad.”  She shrugged as Laurel picked her up so Stuart could finished dressing Michelle who had started to calm down.

 

“I-I want eggs.” Michelle sniffled and wiped her nose on Stuarts turtleneck.

 

“Thank you for that Michelle.” He smiled a bit, “You can have strawberry formula on the car ride to the mall, okay?”

 

“Okay.” She mumbled as Stuart put her in the blue dress from earlier, “You fed Buster and let him out?”

 

“Yep.” Laurel smiled as she bounced Sandy a bit, “He came in right before I came up.”

 

“Good. That seems like everything.” He smiled as he helped Michelle into some socks and orange sneakers.

 

“Where did you put Sandy’s shoes?” Laurel asked.

 

“All she had was combat boots. They are in the garage with Michelle’s rain boots.” Stuart said as he started to put diapers into a diaper bag.

 

“Alright alright, lets go get your shoes on.”  She said as she grabbed a pair of socks from a drawer and carried Michelle down the stairs.

 

“Where are we going?” She clung to Laurel as she walked through the living room, attracting the attention of the Golden Retriever, Buster, who upon seeing the new little rushed over to Laurel and tried to sniff the new member of the family.

 

“Buster down!” Laurel commanded, to which Buster obliged. Laurel smiled at Sandy’s question, “It's a surprise.”

 

“He’s very nice.” Sandy said as she looked at the dog while frowning to show her dislike of not being told where they were going.

 

“Do you wanna pet him?” She smiled and rubbed Buster’s head a bit.

 

“Yes please.” She blushed a tad bit.

 

“Its okay dear, he doesn’t bite.”  She said as she knelt down so that Sandy could pet Buster.

 

“Hey Buster, I’m Sandy.” She hesitantly started to pet him. Buster panted a bit and licked Sandy’s hand which elicited giggles from the little, “He’s nice” She smiled.

 

“Yes he is.”  She smiled, “Buster, go lay down.” Buster obeyed Laurel’s command and went off to his dog bed. Laurel carried Sandy through the kitchen and into a two car garage occupied by a silver SUV and a red sports sedan. The garage had shelving units on one side. Sandy could see a large container labeled, “BUSTER’S FOOD” along with several cases of water bottles, several folding chairs, and boxes upon boxes of diapers. In the corner of the garage between the shelving and the wall were several different strollers, all twin strollers. There was a black folding twin stroller, there was a grey twin running stroller, and there was a bright orange twin stroller that had skies on the back.

 

“Why are all the strollers for two?” She looked up at Laurel, “Did you fucking plan this?!” Sandy started to raise her voice which earned her a smack on the leg.

 

“Language, and no we did not. We got them when we first got Michelle. Stuart’s parents own a very successful restaurant on the northern side of town. They gave us most of Michelle’s nursery furniture and these strollers. Stuart thought they got us the twin sets because his parents wanted us to get a bigger tax break, but I know that they were secretly applying pressure for us to get a second little.” She said as she sat Sandy on a low shelf next to a box of diapers with a smiling little on the front, “Here we go.”  She said as she picked up a pair of heavily worn combat boots, “Oh sweetie, we need to get you new shoes.” She said as she put the socks on Sandy’s feet.

 

“I can do it myself!” She yelled as she tried to take over from Laurel.

 

“Alright, alright, no need to yell.”  She said as she put the boots next to Sandy.

 

“Thank you.”  She sighed as she slipped the boots onto her feet and tied them. Sandy looked down and noticed the drop, six feet onto concrete, “Um… Can you help me please?” Sandy looked up at Laurel.

 

“Oh, so now you want help?” She chuckled and picked her up as Stuart entered the garage with Michelle on his hip and a diaper bag slung over his shoulder.

 

“All ready?” He said as he got a bottle full of light pink liquid and handed it to Michelle who happily started to suck on it, “You okay with vanilla Sandy?”

 

“Y-yeah, I’m okay with vanilla… It isn’t more boob milk is it!?” She said as she looked at Laurel and then at Stuart.

 

“No dear, as you can see, I’m not pink so I couldn’t make the milk that Michelle is drinking.” She cooed.

 

Sandy caught herself nodding in agreement, “Right.”  She thought, “Pink milk comes from the pink cows… Wait, what? No, no, no. That isn’t right.” She started to shake her head as she was picked up and strapped into a pink car seat with a six point harness.

 

“There we go, nice and safe. Not too tight?” Laurel smiled at Sandy.

 

“No.” Sandy said as she tried to get comfortable. When she finally managed to get comfortable with the bean bag chair of a diaper beneath her she took note of the car’s interior. There were a few small toys like the ones from kids meals scattered about in the car, along with the crumbs of snacks long since eaten. On the back of the driver’s seat and front passenger’s seats were small television screens like the ones used to entertain kids on long car rides. Sandy was spending so much time looking around the car she didn’t even notice Michelle being strapped in to an orange car seat next to her.

 

“I wanna watch Yunno!” Michelle smiled as she was strapped into her carseat, seemingly forgetting her spanking from earlier. Her half empty bottle now resting in a cup holder on the seat

 

“Honey, why don’t you ask Sandy if she wants to watch anything?”  Laurel smiled as she got into the front passenger seat with the diaper bag as Stuart loaded the black folding stroller into the trunk, “Almost forgot.”  Laurel smiled as she got out a bottle of yellowish white liquid and handed it to Sandy, “Drink up dear.”

 

“What is it?” Sandy said as she gently shook the bottle.

 

“Breakfast formula, essentially a breakfast shake.” She smiled.

 

Michelle smiled and looked over at Sandy, “Do you want to watch anything?”

 

“Um, the only TV I’ve watched in this world was some documentary on the ocean the night before the festival.” Sandy shrugged as she kept looking over the bottle.

 

“Mommy! Turn on Yunno!” She giggled and kicked her legs before turning to Sandy, “You’re gonna like Yunno!”

 

“What’s the magic word?” Laurel looked back at Michelle.

 

“Please.”

 

“Good girl.” She smiled as Stuart got in the car and opened the garage door before getting into the car.

 

“Everyone all set?” He said as he started the engine with the press of a button and started to back out of the garage.

 

“Put Yunno on!” Michelle whined and kicked the air.

 

“In a second dear, let daddy pull out of the driveway.” Laurel patted Michelle’s head, “Sandy, is something wrong with the bottle?”

 

“No… I’m just not used to drinking from a bottle. Can I have one of those sippy cups?” She sighed a bit as Stuart reversed out of the driveway. Sandy looked out the window and saw the neighborhood she now lived in was a gated community complete with roving security patrols and a gate house.

 

“Those are for the table and only the table, sorry dear.” She smiled sympathetically at the girl as the SUV passed through the gatehouse, “Now, you wanted to watch Yunno right sweetie?”

 

“Yeah!” Michelle smiled widely.

 

“Alright.” She smiled as she taped a bit a touch screen just below the radio.

 

Sandy sighed and started to such on the bottle. The formula wasn’t as good as Laurel’s milk and it had an artificial taste to it, however, the vanilla flavour of the formula was quite good and Sandy started to suck it down.

 

Sandy watched the screen in front of her as a female little in a pink t-shirt and diaper waddled onto screen, “Hi everybody!” The little giggled, her blonde hair was braided into pigtails. Sandy tried to lean in closer, she could have sworn that she had seen that little before

 

“Hi Yunno!” Michelle smiled before taking a few sucks from her bottle.

 

“How is everyone doing today?” The little smiled as she twirled around.

 

“Good!” Michelle smiled and clapped.

 

Sandy’s eyes went wide, “Scarlet McCreary! Thats fucking Scarlet McCreary!” Sandy yelled.

 

Laurel frown and pinched Sandy’s cheek, “Language, and who is Scarlet McCreary? That’s Yunno.”

 

“McCreary was and up and coming singer songwriter actress triple threat during the invasion. She was supposed to be doing a USO show for us at the DMZ but we got word she was found dead in Honolulu.” Sandy said as she looked over at Michelle who had pursed her lips.

 

“Now that you mention it… yeah, she kinda does look like Scarlet. But that doesn’t make sense. This was almost a year before first contact with Amazonia, besides, they found a body that matched her DNA. No way that can be her.” She smiled, “Must be your imagination. Now watch Yunno, you are going to love it!” Michelle giggled before focusing her attention back on the screen in front of her.

 

“Alright, does everybody have their clean diapers on?” Yunno smiled and shook her rear for the camera, “All clean here.”

 

“I’m clean Yunno!” Michelle cheered before looking expectedly at Sandy, “Sandy, tell Yunno that you’re clean!”

 

“Do I have to?” Sandy groaned. Sandy was oblivious to Laurel recording the two littles with her smartphone.

 

“Yes!” Michelle pouted.

 

“Fine.” She grumbled and looked at the screen, “I-I’m clean Yunno.”  

 

“Alright!” Yunno bounced about the screen, “Are you ready for an adventure!?”

 

“Yeah!” Michelle cheered and kicked her legs.

 

“Yeah.” Sandy blushed a bit. For some reason she found herself being drawn to the show as Yunno went on an adventure to find a pacifier that was supposed to taste like apples. Along the way Yunno met an Amazon she hadn’t met before who promised to help her find the pacifier, however, the Amazon was evil and tried to kidnap Yunno to be his little.  As the program went on Sandy drank more and more from her bottle.

 

“NO! Look out Yunno!” Michelle and Sandy both exclaimed as Yunno ran away from the Amazon. Thankfully Yunno’s mommy, Monika, intervened and saved Yunno from the stranger.

 

Monika looked at the screen, “Remember, if you are lost and an Amazon you don’t know says they want to help you, yell NO and run away while yelled, stranger danger, stranger danger. Everyone say it with us now!”

 

“Stranger danger! Stranger danger!” Michelle and Sandy yelled out.

 

“Great job!” Monika smiled, “Now, when you are lost you can look for helpers and they will help you find your mommy or daddy!” Monika gestured and several Amazons stepped into screen. There was a police officer, a firefighter, and a store employee, “If you see any of these helpers you can go up to them and tell them that you are lost. They will help you find your mommy or daddy!” Monika smiled, “What do we say Yunno?”

 

“Bye bye!” The little giggled and waved as the credits started to roll.

 

“Here we are.” Stuart smiled as he pulled into a parking spot.

 

“Such good girls.” Laurel smiled and turned off the screens.

 

“What?!” Sandy looked around, “Where are we?”

 

Laurel unbuckled herself and stepped out of the car before opening Sandy’s door, “We are at the mall silly. You must’ve really liked Yunno.” She smiled and started to unbuckled the girl as Stuart got the stroller out from the trunk and unfolded it, “Thank you dear.” She smiled and set Sandy in one of the seats and buckled her in, “There we go, comfy?” She patted Sandy’s head.

 

“Yeah, I guess.”  She sighed as Michelle was strapped in next to her, “Mitch, does… does Yunno always make car rides that quick?”

 

“Uh huh!” Michelle smiled as Stuart started to push the stroller towards the mall entrance. Sandy could see several other strollers being pushed towards the entrench along with a few littles on leashes.

 

“So I’m thinking that I’ll take Sandy to Sydney's place and get her looked at while you and Michelle and shop for Festivus presents.” Stuart smiled as they entered the mall. Festive music played over the loudspeakers occasionally punctuated by the cry of a little.

 

“Do you wanna take the stroller?” Laurel said as she stopped in front of a directory. Sandy could just make out a few store names such as, Little Land, Diapers Plus, Bottle Barn, and Dave.”

 

“What’s Dave?” Sandy asked as she looked up at Laurel.

 

“A place where you can buy stuff purely because it looks cool and or fun.” Laurel chuckled. Dave was always Michelle’s favorite store to go to.

 

“I wanna go to Dave. I wanna go to Dave!” Michelle smiled widely.

 

“Alright, Laurel, you can take Michelle and the stroller and head down to Dave. I’ll take Sandy over to Sydney’s.” Stuart said as he unbuckled Sandy from the stroller and picked her up, “Ready to meet Sydney?”  He smiled.


 

“Who is Sydney?” Sandy blushed a bit as she was picked up and set on Stuart’s hip.

 

“She is Michelle’s stylist. You will like her.” He smiled and carried her through the mall. As Stuart walked Michelle saw Laurel and the stroller disappear into the crowd of Amazons. After about a minute of walking Stuart walked up to a storefront that had the sign: Salon Petite Avec Sydney. Sandy could see that the whole salon was bustling with Amazons tending to littles in barber chairs, several were strapped down with silencers in their mouths and their Amazons trying to calm them down. Stuart smiled as he walked towards the front desk.

 

“Welcome to Salon Petite Avec Sydney, do you have an appointment.” The Amazon teen working the front desk sighed.

 

“No I do not.” Stuart said as he readjusted Sandy.

 

“Then I am afraid we cannot serve you today. If you want I can get you an appointment in about…” The Amazon tapped on a keyboard, “About three months.”

 

“Can I speak with Sydney please?” Stuart smiled knowingly.

 

“Sir, Sydney is very busy today so I will have to ask you to leave.” The teen sighed.

 

“Director Crimson! What is The Bureau's guard dog doing at my humble establishment.” A female fifteen footer with fiery red hair in a pixie cut walked through the salon towards the front. The mention of a Director from The Bureau sent every single Amazon’s gaze right towards Stuart and Sandy. Sandy buried her face in Stuarts shoulder.

 

“Just got Michelle a sister Sydney. Want her to look nice and pretty for the Festivus party.” Stuart bounced Sandy a bit, “Sandra, say hi to Ms.Sydney.”

 

“Sandra, that is such a pretty name.” Sydney smiled and felt Sandy’s hair, “Oh my, where did you get her?”

 

“Candidate, it was a rather… spur of the moment decision.” He patted her back, “Mind if we get a private session?”

 

“Not at all, follow me.” Sydney smiled as she walked towards a door labeled, “PRIVATE” and held the door open for Stuart.

 

“Thank you very much Sydney.” He walked through the door as the salon went back to normal. Once they were through the door Sandy took her face out of Stuart shoulder and saw something that terrified her: a solid black tube.

 

“W-w-whats that?” She pointed to the tube.

 

“That's the redesigner sweetie.” Sydney smiled, “It can change your features right now to the microscopic level, of course it's not plastic surgery, but it's pretty close. So, what do we wanna do today, sir?” She smiled as Sandy started to squirm a bit.

 

“No, no!” She teared up out of fear, “I like how I am right now!” she said as she tried to get away.

 

“Shhhhh, shhhhhhhh. Sandy, look at Daddy.” Stuart held her close, “Im not changing how you look, I’m just gonna have Sydney make your skin nice and smooth and maybe change your hair color, okay?” Stuart rubbed her back.

 

“B-but I like being blonde.” She sniffled.

 

“I know, I know, but your face is plastered all over the internet after what happened at the festival. It's safer for the family if we do this, okay?”

 

“Oh shit, I thought I saw her somewhere.” Sydney’s eyes went wide, “Wait, you made one of your agents enter littlehood?”

 

“It's more complicated than that Sydney, just get her prepped and into the redesigner please.” He handed the girl off to Sydney.

 

“Alright alright.” She smiled at Sandy, “Don’t worry Sandy, I’m not going to hurt you.” She turned to stuart, “Any changes today?”

 

“Nope.” He shook his head.

 

“Plugs it is.” She sighed and carried Sandy over to a changing table, “Just relax sweetie.”

 

“Plugs.” Sandy squirmed a bit.

 

“It's just to make sure you don’t make a mess in the redesigner.” She laid the girl down and started to undress her until she was just in a diaper, “Oh my, you have quite a bit of ink… everywhere.” Sydney then got out two plugs, one small, long, and white and one big, black, and with a flared end. Sydney proceed to untape Sandy’s diaper, “Stuart, why is she in a night diaper?”

 

“She woke up dry, you know I don’t waste diapers!” Stuart rolled his eyes, “Put her back in that one when your done?”

 

“You are such a cheapskate!” She yelled as she put some lube on the big black plug.

 

“Only when it comes to diapers.” Stuart retorted.

 

“Will it hurt?” Sandy whimpered.

 

“No sweetie, now deep breath.” She said before inserting the black plug into Sandy’s rear which elicited a yelp from the little, “Now for the other one.” She cooed as she started to insert the small thin plug into Sandy’s urethra.

 

“Is that it?” She whimpered.

 

“Yes, you were very brave.” She smiled and carried the girl towards the tube and slid the top half off revealing a pair of restraints at both ends with a few cushioned cloth straps running along the inside of the tube.

 

“Nope, nope nope!” Sandy shook her head as she was put into the restraints, “This is not happening!”

 

“Just calm down sweetums, I will put on Yunno for you, does that sound good?” Sydney cooed as she made sure the restraints were tight but not too tight.

 

“Yunno?” Sandy smiled a bit, “Wait, why am I so happy about Yunno?” She thought to herself.

 

“Yes, Yunno. Now, be a good girl.” She smiled and slide the top of the tube back on. Within a few minutes Yunno appeared on a screen in front of Sandy’s face.

 

Stuart sighed a bit as Sydney walked over to the controls, “Surprised she didn’t give you too much trouble.”

 

Sydney smirked a bit, “Its my perfume, scientifically proven to calm littles.” She started to press buttons, “Sealing designer.” She said as the two parts of the tube sealed together, “Scanning.” A purple light was seen through the small crack between the parts. Sandy didn’t care, she was focused on Yunno’s adventure at the beach. Soon a 3-D image of Sandy was projected next to the controls, “Lots of ink, all gone?”

 

Stuart sighed and looked over the projection, “All but those memorial tattoos on her arm, I can’t do that to a fellow soldier.”

 

Sydney nodded, “I can respect that. Mind if I save these designs? There is quite a bit of good art here.”

 

“Go ahead.” He nodded.

 

“Alrighty.” She smiled and tapped some buttons. Soon a red light appeared in the crack and moved back and forth. One by one the tattoos on the projection disappeared except for a small cluster on Sandy’s right shoulder, “I assume you want me to rework her skin?”

 

“Yep, no acne, no body hair, and smooth as a little’s bottom.” He said as he watched the projection.

 

“Yes sir.” She said and continued to tap away on the console causing a yellow light to moved through the crack, “And what about hair?”

 

“Lets do… long and black. I will let you style it afterwards.”

 

“Perfection.” She smiled and tapped on a screen before a blue light moved through the crack, “All that's left is to let her sit for a bit while the machine does the fine tuning. So, care to explain why the festival’s shooter is diapered?”


 

MARKUS

 

Markus groaned as his cell phone awoke him from his deeply slumber. He had planned on sleeping in and going to the grocery store to stock up on food. Unfortunately, it seems that someone else had a differant plan.

 

“Hello?” Markus yawned as he answered.

 

“Markus, it's Charles. Listen, the railroad has an assignment for you. Get up and meet me at the corner of 5th and Elm in thirty minutes.” The voice on the other side said before hanging up.

 

Markus groaned and rolled out of bed, “Crap.” He stretched and went take a quick shower. After his shower, Markus grabbed a bowl of Oatmeal and threw on some clean clothes. Soon he was out the door and walked towards the spot where Charles wanted him.

 

“About time you got here.” Charles said as he looked at his watch. Charles had a messenger bag which he threw to Markus, “Here.”

 

Markus fumbled to catch the bag, “What is this?”

 

“Documents needed for the next batch. It is vital that these get to the the bakery at The Square of Memories, Bread by the Dozen.” Charles smiled, “Do not let ANYONE stop you or take the bag from you. Those documents mean life and death for littles we are smuggling in. If you are compromised… I don’t know you.” He said as he started to walk away and soon disappeared into a crowd.

 

“Wait! Charles!” He yelled, but it was futile as Charles had merged with the crowd, “Fuck!” He groaned and shouldered the bag before setting off towards the center of town which was a good mile and a half away, “Why me, why me? Why entrust a newbie with this kinda stuff?” He grumbled as he walked. Soon Markus neared the bakery and was only a half block away, that was until he heard something that made his skin crawl.

 

“Help me, help me.” Markus heard a voice croak out from an alleyway.

 

“H-hello?” Markus asked as he peered into the alley. What he say startled him, an Amazon sitting against the wall of the alley with blood all over their face, “oh my god!” Markus gasped as he rushed over to the Amazon, “What happened to you?”

 

“I got jumped.” The Amazon coughed.

 

“O-okay! Let me call the police and they will send help.” Markus said as he fumbled with phone.

 

“No need for the police.” The Amazon said as he batted the phone out of Markus and grabbed his hand as a little emerged from the shadows behind Markus and covered his mouth.

 

“Well, well well. What do we have here?’ The little smirked as he reached for Markus’ bag.

 

Markus’ eyes went wide and he struggled against the little, “NO!”  He yelled out and bit the hand of the little as he struggled against the Amazon.

 

“Bastard.” The little growled, “Just give us the bag and you can go on your way.”

 

“Bastards.” He growled and headbutted the Amazon.

 

“Bitch!” The Amazon yelled in pain and held his nose allowing for Markus to sprint out of the alley and down the street.

 

Markus didn’t stop running until he reached the Bakery. The minute he stepped in his exhaustion turned to anger, and his face twisted into a frown all because of who he saw sitting at a table snacking on a sandwich, Charles.

 

“Ah, Markus. Good job.” Charles smiled and stood up.

 

“Charles, the fuck?!” He yelled as he pushed the messenger bag into his hands, “What was all of that?!”

 

“A test.” He smirked, “To see if you can be trusted and it seems you passed with flying colors.”

 

“So, those muggers where…”

 

“Members of the railroad.” He smiled and shouldered the bag.

 

“Shit.” Markus bit his lip.

 

“What did you do?” Charles asked.

 

“I may have broken one of their noses.” he sighed as he sat down.


 

SANDY

 

Sandy was smiling widely as the redesigner slid open. Yunno’s beach adventure was so fun to watch, she even learned about water safety, but something inside of her was yelling, “You already know that Marine!”

 

“She looks amazing Sydney.” Stuart smiled as Sydney helped Sandy out of the restraints

 

“Yunno should still be in her system for a few minutes. Want me to put her in one of the dresses so you can take some pictures to send to Laurel? I’ll take the plugs out and rediaper her afterwards.” She smiled and picked the girl up, gently brushing away some of the newly black hair away from Sandy’s eyes.

 

“Sure.” He smiled as he watched Sydney dress the girl in a seafoam dress with white lace trimming in front of a large light up mirror, “She looks beautiful.” He walked towards her, “Hey Sandy.”

 

“Daddy?” She smiled and turned around to face Stuart. Her new black hair glistened in the light, her skin soft and pale like a newborn baby’s without a blemish in sight.

 

“Hey there princess, how are you doing?” He smiled, “I like your new hair.”

 

She giggled a bit, “Thank you daddy.”

 

Sydney smiled and took a few pictures, “Gotta love Yunno Goes to the Beach. Puts them in just the right mental state.” She smiled.

 

“Best investment The Bureau has ever made right there.” He smiled as Sandy started to rub her eyes.

 

“She shouldn’t be coming out of it that quickly.” Sydney said with a slight panic in her voice.

 

“She served in the military, she must have had some mental training.” Stuart sighed

 

“W-where am I?” Sandy yawned as she rubbed her eyes.

 

“Hey Sandy, did you enjoy Yunno.” Stuart smiled and rubbed her back.

 

“Yeah, it was nice.” She said as she opened her eyes and saw her reflection, “Wha-wha-what, who is that?” She started to tremble.

 

“Sandy, just calm down.” He sighed as Sandy started to touch her face.

 

“Is this me, IS THIS FUCKING ME!?” Sandy started to hyperventilate.

 

“Sandy, listen to me sweetheart just calm down.” Stuart said as he got a bit nervous.

 

“No, no, no, no.” Sandy started shake her head, “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?” She screamed as tears ran down her face.

 

“Sweetie, just calm down.” Stuart said as Sydney moved to give him a silencer pacifier.

 

“No.” She looked up at him and with tears streaming down her face delivered a right hook directly to Stuart’s cheek. The punch wasn’t that powerful by Amazon standards but it still knocked him off balance long enough for Sandy to make a break for it.

 

“Alright, stop right there!” Sydney said as she got a pole with a leather U at the end off a hook on the wall.

 

“Why the fuck do you have that?!” Sandy yelled as she made for the door.

 

“For situations like this.” She said as she tried to pin Sandy but the little kept evading the pole.

 

“SANDRA BOUVARDIA CRIMSON!” Stuart roared as he got back onto his feet, “GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!”

 

“FUCK YOU!” Sandra screamed as she started to push the door open.

 

“Gotcha.” Sydney smirked a bit as she thrust the pole at Sandy, pinning her by the neck to the door, “Got her Stuart.”

 

Sandra growled and screamed as she was pinned, however, The extra force from the thrust had opened the door to the point that Sandra fell backwards and rolled away before hopping to her feet. However, when she looked around she saw that every single Amazon in the salon was staring right at her, “GET OUT OF MY WAY!” She screamed and bolted for the exit.

 

“Get her!” Sydney yelled as she barreled out of the private room with Stuart right behind her. All of the Amazons in the room started to form a wall between Sandra and the door.

 

“FUCK YOU!” Sandra yelled as she ran right towards the exit, ducking and rolling in between Amazon legs and the barber chairs containing either crying or shocked littles. Sandy managed to get to the front desk and the only person blocking her was the teen working the front desk.

 

“Alright you little shit, this ends now.” She smirked and dove for Sandy who sidestepped and ran into the mall proper.

 

“SANDRA! GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!” Stuart roared in anger load enough for the Amazons outside the store entrance and beyond to hear.

 

“Where the fuck did we come from?” She thought as the tears streamed down her face, “Fuck!” She screamed as she started to run in a random direction. She had to dodge in between Amazons and leashed littles as she sprinted through the mall. Amazon security guards soon joined the chase, several of them had those poles with the leather Us on them and one had a baton, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” She yelled as Amazons started to block paths. The crowd was becoming too dense. She saw a path no one was blocking, a service corridor! She ran down the corridor only to be met with a door locked with a key card scanner.

 

“SANDRA!” Stuart yelled as he walked towards her with the security guards behind him. Stuarts face was red with anger with sweat beads on his forehead.

 

“BRING IT!” Sandra yelled back and got into a fighting stance with fists raised. In the grand scheme of things challenging people over twice her size to a fight, especially since some of them were armed was not the smartest choice, but it was either that or go quietly, and Sandra did not want to go quietly.

 

The fight (if you can call it that) was rather one sided with Stuart grabbed her now long hair and subduing her. By pinning her to the floor with his hand. The security guards handed Stuart three things: A silencer pacifier which was promptly shoved into Sandra’s mouth and inflated, a pink straight jacket that Stuart set aside, and an incredibly large bright orange diaper that was thicker than Michelle’s waddler diaper. Stuart flipped Sandy onto her back and took out the two plugs, which he handed to Sydney. Stuart quickly diapered her and then put her into the straight jacket, all while Sandy was screaming and thrashing about. Stuart easily overpowered Sandy and strapped her into the straight jacket. The thick diaper around the girl’s waist was more like a beanbag chair than a diaper.

 

“Excuse me sir, you and your little need to come with us. We need to fill out an incident report.” A security guard told Stuart.

 

“Yes, yes of course.” Stuart sighed loudly as he picked up Michelle, “You are in so much trouble when we get home!” Stuart followed the police officers to the security office, as they walked he could hear other Amazons whispering to each other, some were even taking pictures of him holding his heavily restrained yet still thrashing little.

 

“You can put her in here.” The security guard gestured to playpen with a lid.

 

“Thank you.” He sighed and set Sandy into the playpen before shutting the lid, “I am so sorry.” He sat down in front of the security guard’s desk, “She has never acted like this before.”

 

“Director Crimson, a little running amok and being a menace is a serious issue.” The guard said as he started to fill out paperwork.

 

‘“Yes sir. I know.” He looked down at the floor as Laurel arrived, pushing Michelle in the stroller with many shopping bags hanging on the handles.

 

“Stuart, what happened? I saw you being escorted over here and...” She said before gasping at the sight of the thrashing about Sandy, “Oh my god!”

 

“Sandra here decided to go absolutely ballistic at Sydney’s and punched me before making a run for it.” He sighed as he started to sign a few documents.

 

“This just says that you accept responsibility for the little and that if she returns and causes another disturbance then more severe measures will be taken. Normally this would result in at least a thirty day ban from the mall, but since you are a director with The Bureau, we can make an exception. You can keep the straight jacket.” The guard said as he filed a few papers away.

 

“SANDRA!” Laurel glared at the little who was groaning. Sandra had stopped thrashing about because she could feel a pressure inside of her gut and it kept growing no matter how hard she tried to hold it in.

 

“Sandy?” Michelle peered over at the play pen, not recognizing her friend due to the new hair.

 

“Michelle, Sandy was very very naughty, okay?” Laurel sighed loudly, “Just be quiet.” Laurel rubbed her temples.

 

“Alright, you are free to go.” The guard said as he handed Stuart a few copies of the forms.

 

“Thank you, and again, I am very sorry.” He sighed and got Sandy out of the playpen, “You are in so much trouble when we get home.” Stuart growled as he strapped her into the stroller and lowered one of the sunshades all the way so that it totally covered Sandy, “Lets go.”

 

Laurel sighed, “I can’t imagine Sydney was too happy about all of this.” She patted Stuart’s back a bit.

 

“No, and I still need to pay her.” He rubbed his temples as they walked back to the salon.

 

“Well, good to see all the excitement is over.” Sydney smiled at Stuart as he walked to the front desk.

 

“Sorry about all of this, how much?” Stuart sighed and got his wallet out.

 

“Stuart, you know my usual for a redesign is $100. I’m not charging you extra.” She smiled as Stuart swiped his credit card, “She came out of Yunno way to quickly, you couldn’t have predicted that.” She hugged him, “You aren’t a bad parent.”

 

“Thanks Sydney.” He smiled a bit.

 

“Anytime, give Sandy a few extra swats for me.” She waved before going back to work.

 

“Oh I will.” He chuckled as Laurel pushed the stroller out of the mall and towards the car.

 

Sandy groaned as she struggled to keep herself from releasing her bowels. She hadn’t gone number two since before the festival and she was nearing her breaking point. She was devoting all of her focus to trying to keep her diaper clean.

 

“Up we go!” Laurel smiled as she picked Michelle up from the stroller and strapped her into her carseat.

 

“I wanna watch Yunno again mama!” Michelle giggled.

 

“Alright dear. Let me get your naughty sister into her car seat and I’ll start Yunno.” Laurel kissed Michelle’s forehead before shutting the door and raising the sunshade on Sandy’s part of the stroller, “You have no idea what you have don’t, do you?” She sighed as she unstrapped the girl from the stroller and sat her into her car seat. Laurel shut Sandy’s door and got into the front passenger seat as Stuart folded up the stroller and put it in the trunk.

 

“Yunno! Yunno!” Michelle clapped her hands.

 

“No, no, no!” Sandy’s mind cried as she shook her head trying to keep the dam from bursting but it was no use. Sandy’s body gave out and with a rather loud sound of flatulence hot mess started to fill the girl’s diaper. Sandy choked back tears as she felt the hot muddy mess spread all around her butt and crotch and to top it all off she started to wet herself as well.

 

“Mommy!” Michelle covered her nose, “Sandy is making stinkies!”

 

“Well then she will have to wait until we get home and she will be lucky she gets a change then.” Laurel said as she put Yunno on Michelle’s screen.

 

Stuart sighed as he got into the driver’s seat, “Can you set up the tree with Michelle when we get home? I gotta get something from the office.” He said as he started the car and started the drive back to the house.

 

“Sure dear, where should I put Sandy?” Laurel said as she shut her eyes and relaxed a bit.

 

“Just put her in the playpen and top it.”

 

The drive back to the house was miserable for Sandy. The straight jacket was making her arms sore, the pacifier was starting to hurt her jaw, and the diaper was starting to get cold and clammy. Eventually they soon passed back through the gatehouse and arrived back at the house. Stuart helped Michelle out of her seat, and set her on the ground.

 

“Daddy! I need a new diaper!” Michelle said as she pushed on her diaper with a squish.

 

“Did you make poopies as well?” Stuart smiled a bit.

 

“Uh huh!” Michelle nodded.

 

“Well, Mommy will have to change you because Daddy has go to the office real quick, okay?”

 

“Okay daddy.” She smiled watched as he got into his sedan and pull out of the garage and drive down the road.

 

“Alright, looks like I have two stinky girls, yet only one of them deserves a change right now.” Laurel said as she picked up Sandy from her seat before opening the door, “Can you follow mommy sweetie?”

 

“Uh huh!” Michelle smiled as she crawled after Laurel and Sandy. Laurel brought Sandy over to the living room where Buster was sleeping next to the fire place. She set Sandy down on a couch before going to a small closet and pulling out a small mesh square. She started to unfold the square revealing a playpen with a lid.

 

“This is where you will be for a little while.” She said as she set the playpen on the ground and unzipped a small hole in it before setting Sandy into the playpen and zipping it up, “Come on Michelle, lets go get your stinky butt changed.” She smiled and picked Michelle up.

 

“Otay, mama.” She giggled before looking sympathetically at Sandy as she was carried upstairs.

 

The next few minutes were agony for Sandy since her diaper was getting colder and colder by the minute. Soon Laurel and Michelle returned from the nursery. Michelle was naked except for a pink diaper with a ruffled butt. “Now, Michelle. Can you keep Sandy company while mommy goes and gets the Festivus tree?”

 

“Uh huh!” She smiled.

 

“Good girl.” Laurel kissed her and went to the garage. The minute Laurel left Michelle sighed and sat down on her diapered rear next to the playpen.

 

“You messed up Gunney. Like you fucked up big time.” She sighed and shook her head.

 

Sandy sobbed as looked at Michelle.

 

“I know, it’s all cold and clammy. They are probably going to let you get a small rash just to teach you a lesson.” she laid down on the carpet, “Sorry Gunney, you are on your own for this one. I can’t help you. Just try to relax and behave, maybe Mommy will take you upstairs and change you.” She sighed as she saw Laurel come back in carrying a large box on her shoulder, “Is that da tree!?” Michelle giggled.

 

“Why yes it is. Wanna help mommy set it up?” Laurel smiled as she started to open the well worn box.

 

“Yeah!” She smiled and toddled over the box and peered inside. Over the next twenty minutes Laurel and Michelle set up an artificial pine tree with lights strung up all over. Sandy could feel her rear starting to burn from a rash that had formed suspiciously quickly. Her attention was soon turned towards the door due to Stuart returning with a small box in his hand.

 

“So, what did you have to get from the office?” Laurel smiled as she swept up a few plastic pine needles.

 

“This.” Stuart opened the box and pulled out a metallic ring a little larger than Sandy’s neck.

 

“Stuart! A shock collar really?” Laurel shook her head.

 

“Laurel, this is the only way we can break her.”

 

END OF CHAPTER

 

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Chapter Seven

 

SANDY


 

“Stuart, do you honestly think that Sandy needs a shock collar?” Laurel sighed as she examined the metal ring.

 

“Dear, you know the law.” He sighed and handed her a small white remote shaped like an oval, “We each get a remote. Just press and hold the blue button to arm and disarm the collar, the dial sets the shock level, and the red button shocks.” He said as he gently pulled the collar apart into two equal halves, “We just put these two halves around her next and it automatically sizes itself.” He then put the two halves back together as he walked over to the playpen cage Sandy was stuck in, “Are we ready to be a good girl and get out of that stinky diaper?” He asked as he knelt down.

 

Sandy nodded as tears ran down her face, “Mhhhmhmhmhmh.” The girl’s diaper rash stung the girl’s rear making her situation that much worse.

 

“Good girl.” He cooed as he unzipped the top and picked the girl up, “Lets get you into a clean diaper.” He gently carried her upstairs to the nursery, “The collar is just to make sure you behave.” He said as he laid the girl on the changing table stomach first, “Let’s get this jacket off.” He started to undo the buckles on the back of the jacket before gently pulling the girl’s arms out, “There, I bet that feels better, huh?”

 

Sandy nodded as she moved her arms around to get feeling back in them.

 

“Such a good little girl.” He smiled. The rage that he exhibited in the mall was totally gone, “Tell you what, since you are being so good, I will take your silencer out.” He said as he deflated the pacifier and removed it.

 

“T-thank you.” Sandy whimpered as Stuart retrieved a princess diaper from below the changing table along with a pair of rubber gloves.

 

“This is going to be messy.” He sighed a bit as he put the gloves on and got the rest of the supplies ready, “Here we go.” He inhaled before going to work on the messy diaper, “Looks like you got a bit of rash.” He sighed as he wiped her down and removed the dirty diaper.

 

Sandy nodded as tears went down her face, “It burns!”

 

“I know sweetie.” He sighed as he finished cleaning her rear, a small pile of dirty wipes piled onto the dirty diaper. Stuart unfolded the princess diaper and gently lifted Sandy’s rear before setting it down on the diaper. He grabbed a small tub of a tan cream and proceeded to slather it all over the rash on Sandy’s rear, “There we go.” He put the lid back on the tub and reached for the baby powder.

 

Sandy breathed a sigh of relief as the cream cooled her fiery rear. It was then that the girl noticed a distinct lack of body art on her body, “What happened to my ink?!” She yelled as she looked around her body. The pin up on her left side, gone. The Japanese style koi on her right thigh, gone, “You fucking lasered off my ink!?” Sandy yelled and frantically looked at her right shoulder before sighing in relief, that tattoo was still there.

 

“Yes, I had your body art removed except for the memorial one. That is a line that I am not planning on crossing.” He said as he sprinkled powder onto the girl’s crotch and brought the front of the diaper up and taped it up, “You are a baby and babies do not have tattoos.” He said as he pulled the collar apart into two half circles, “Just relax and this will be over quickly.”

 

“No!” She shook her head and sat up, “I don’t need a collar!”

 

“Dear, you assaulted an Amazons, I did not matter that it was me. Libertality law states that if a little in the custody of an Amazon assaults an Amazon that little is to be fitted with a shock collar until determined otherwise.” He sighed, “Just be good and stay still.”

 

“How long do I have to have the damn collar on?” She crossed her arms.

 

“Until The Bureau says the collar comes off.” He said as he moved the two pieces towards her neck.

 

“Just make it quick before I change my mind!” She shut her eyes and felt the two pieces placed around her neck and reconnect just under her chin and at the small of her neck. The collar started to shrink until it was small enough for Sandy to know it was there but not tight enough to cause discomfort.

 

“There we go, such a good girl.” He smiled and got his remote out, “However, you did use a naughty word so I do have to punish you.” He said as pressed the blue button down and a soft whine like a defibrillator charging started to come from the collar, “Let’s start out nice and easy.” He said as he kept the dial on 1. He inhaled deeply and pressed the button.

 

Sandy braced herself for the shock. When the shock finally hit it was like a static shock with a bit of punch to it. The shock made Sandy twitch a bit, “That’s it?”

 

“Yes, that’s it.” He smiled and put the remote in his pocket, leaving the collar armed “Now, let’s get you dressed.” He walked over to the closet and broswed the shirts before walking over to Sandy with a pink shirt that read, “Little Stinker.” Stuart smiled, “Alright, arms up.”

 

Sandy sighed as she obeyed, “Yes sir.” Soon she was in the pink shirt and was in Stuart’s arms.

 

“Let’s go help Mommy and Michelle decorate the Festivus tree.” He bounced Sandy a bit as he put the remote in his pocket and walked down the stairs with Michelle on his hip. When he got to the bottom of the stairs the two of them saw that Michelle and Laurel had  began hanging glass ornaments on the Festivus tree with Buster napping in his corner.

 

“Sandy!” Michelle smiled and waved to Sandy before waddling over to Stuart, “Hi Daddy!”

 

Stuart smiled and picked up Michelle with his other arm, “Are you having fun with Mommy?”

 

“Uh huh!” Michelle nodded and peered at Sandy’s collar, “Is that….”

 

“Sandy’s collar.” Stuart nodded, “Don’t touch.”

 

“Yes, Daddy.” She nodded and looked at Laurel who sighed.

 

“Stuart, can you put them down and go start the prep work for tomorrow night’s dinner?” Laurel said as she put a green ornement on the tree, “Last year was such a rush because we waited until the morning of.”

 

“Alright, alright.” He sighed and set the two littles down on the couch, “Go help mommy you two.” He said before walking to the kitchen.

 

“Come on Sandy! Let’s decorate the tree!” Michelle grabbed Sandy’s hand and led her to the artificial evergreen.

 

“Careful you two, these are glass.” Laurel said as she kept putting ornaments on the tree, “Michelle, you and Sandy can put the non-glass ornaments on the tree.”

 

“But mommy! I wanna put the shiny ones on the tree!” Michelle wined and reached for a green glass ornament that was resting in a box.

 

“Michelle!” Laurel raised her voice and gently swatted Michelle’s hand, “Bad girl, I told you that you and Sandy could put the non-glass ones on, either you put the non-glass ones on the tree or none at all. Do you understand me?”

 

“Yes, mommy.” Michelle grumbled.

 

“I didn’t quite hear that.” Laurel crossed her arms, “I think someone doesn’t want to watch cartoons during lunch.”

 

“I wanna watch cartoons! I wanna watch cartoons!” Michelle whined/

 

“Then do you understand me when I say you and Sandy can only put the non-glass ornaments on the tree?”

 

“I understand.” She looked up at Laurel.

 

“Good girl.” She ruffled Michelle’s head and resumed putting glass ornaments on the tree.

 

Michelle waddled over to a small plastic bin and started to pull out some little sized ornaments. Some were made of plastic, some were ornament versions of stuffed animals, and some were clearly hand made from pipe cleaners, “I made these in daycare!” Michelle helpd up a star made of pipe cleaners.

 

“That looks… nice.” She smiled a bit.

 

“Thank you!” Michelle giggled and hung the pipe cleaner star on a low hanging branch, “You are gonna love daycare!”

 

Sandy frowned, “Daycare? Why do I have to go to daycare?” She asked as she picked up an ornament shaped like a tropical fish.

 

“Because Daddy and I work during the day.” Laurel said as she got out a new box of glass ornaments, “Daddy also gets free daycare so it makes sense to have you two in daycare while we work, it is cheaper than a nanny or a crib keeper.”

 

“What’s a crib keeper?” Sandy asked as she looked up at Laurel.

 

“A crib keeper is a small robot that goes on the side of your crib and takes care of you for us. Daddy and I never really liked those things to be honest. We prefer a much more personal touch when it comes to you two, besides, crib keepers use insane amounts of electricity.”

 

Sandy nodded a bit as her stomach growled, “Um…. Laurel, Im getting kinda hungry.”

 

“I’m sorry dear, what did you say?” Laurel asked as she bent a few branches to hold some heavier ornaments.

 

“I said I am getting hungry.”

 

“I can’t quite hear you, sorry.” Laurel smiled a bit.

 

Sandy grumbled a bit when she realized Laurel’s game, “I said I am getting hungry…. Mommy.”

 

“Well why didn’t you say so?” She smiled, “Stuart, can you bring out girls’ lunch please?” Laurel called out.

 

“Gimme a few sweetie. I’m in the middle of something.”  Stuart called out from the kitchen.

 

Laurel rolled her eyes a bit and picked the two littles up before setting them on the couch next to each other, “Michelle, are you getting hungry too?

 

“Uh huh!” She nodded.

 

“Good, because Mommy is going to make your favorite!” She kissed Michelle’s forehead.

 

“Turkey and swiss on whole wheat with Tony’s sprinkled on the turkey?” Sandy smiled and looked over at Michelle.

 

Michelle looked sad and looked away, “Sorry Sandy, that’s not my favorite any more.”

 

Sandy was shocked, “Wait, what?! We used to get those whenever we could? What happened?!”

 

“I… I um found a new favorite” Michelle sighed, “I’m sorry.”

 

Laurel sighed a bit and walked to the kitchen, “I’ll be back.”

 

“What could possibly replace spicy turkey and swiss on whole wheat?!” Sandy looked at her friend.

 

“Little Bites.” Michelle murmured.

 

“What?” Sandy leaned in, “I didn’t hear that.”

 

“Little Bites.” Michelle sighed, “They are kinda like pizza pockets but they can be all kinds of foods. There are pizza ones, there are bites that are mini beef pot pies, there are molten chocolate lava cake bites, and there are poutine bites. They have pou-foucking-tine bites!” Michelle teared up a bit, “I’m sorry. Those sandwiches were awesome, but they can’t compare to Little Bites.”

 

“Come on Mitch. You are a Marine, Marines don’t cry over food like this.” Sandy caressed Michelle’s face, “I love you and I don’t care if your favorite food changed. You are still Michelle Kireg and I love you no matter what.” Sandy leaned and kissed Michelle’s lips. Michelle smiled and wrapped her arms Sandy before pulling her into a hug,

 

“You look good with that hair.” Michelle smiled

 

“You think so?” Sandy said as she moved her hands through the long black hair. It was now that her hair went all the way to the middle of her back, “They took my ink when they made me like this.”

 

“Yeah, they took what little I had and removed it too.” She sighed, “Did they remove the guys?”

 

“Nah, Stuart knew how important it was so it let it stay.” She smiled.

 

“Ya, Daddy understands us pretty well.” Michelle nodded.

 

“Why do you call him that?”

 

“What, Daddy?” Michelle responded, “I call him that because he is my Daddy. You know my bio dad was a drunkard who ran out when I was less than a year old. To me, Stuart is the closest thing to a daddy I have ever had. I’m surprised you don’t call him Daddy too, what with how absent your parents were in your life.”

 

“My parents were not absent… they were distant.” Sandy responded as she heard a microwave ding, “They ran an international multi billion dollar company and were grooming me to be an business woman. I ever tell you I had a full ride to Harvard?”

 

“Seriously?”

 

“Yeah, they pulled some strings and they both graduated from there so I was a legacy. I never wanted to do business. I never knew what I wanted to do in particular, but I knew I didn’t wanna work in an office, so I joined the Marines as a big fuck you to my parents and never looked back.” Sandy smiled before her collar shocked her, this shock was a bit more painful than the first one, “OW!” She yelped in pain.

 

“No naughty language.” Laurel sighed as she brought an Amazon sized plate with tons of tiny pockets of fried dough in one hand and her remote to Sandy’s collar in the other, “Right, Sandy?”

 

“Yes, ma’am.” She sighed.

 

“Good girl. Now, let me go get your bottles.” She smiled before leaving and coming back with two bottles of brownish liquid.

 

“Yay! Choco milk!” Michelle clapped, “Thank you Mommy!”

 

“Thanks.” Sandy said as she looked at the bites, “So, what kinda bites are these?”

 

“You are both welcome.” She turned to Sandy as she put bibs around the two girls’ necks, “I thought that because you are still new I would give you something you are familiar with so I went with the Pizza flavoured Little Bites.” She smiled

 

“Yay!” Michelle smiled and grabbed a bite before nibbling on it, “Its hot!”

 

“Yes, I just took them out of the microwave.” Laurel rolled her eyes, “Now, how about some cartoons?”

 

“Sure, I guess.” Sandy said as she gingerly grabbed a bite and started to eat. The bite certainly was hot but it was so flavourful, it was like nothing she had ever had before in either dimension, “THESE ARE REALLY GOOD!” She smiled widely.

 

“Told you!” Michelle giggled as she ate her bite.

 

“I’m glad that you are enjoying your food.” Laurel smiled as she turned the television on and started to scroll through a channel guide, “Hmmmmmm, ah! Here we go, The Little Patrol is on.” She smiled and tuned to a show that had clearly diapered littles dressed up like different first responders. There was a firefighter, a police officer, and a paramedic. Laurel smiled and relaxed next to the girls as they stuffed their faces with the Little Bites.

 

Sandy was a bit hesitant to drink from her bottle, but seeing Michelle drink with such gusto made her a bit more comfortable and she decided to drink. The Choco Milk as Michelle called it was a bit watery but it tasted of rich milk chocolate with hints of caramel, and yet it didn’t feel heavy at all. Within minutes she had drank the entire bottle and let out a burp, “Excuse me.” She blushed as Michelle did the same. Soon the Little Bites were exhausted and the two Littles laid next to each other.

 

“Are you two cuties too full for dessert?”

 

“W-what’s for dessert?” Michelle looked over at Laurel.

 

“I got a full breast of Mommy Milk for each of you.” She smiled and removed her shirt and her bra revealing two fairly large breasts.

 

“Mommy milk!” Michelle crawled over to Laurel and started to suck on the Amazon’s teat.

 

Sandy rubbed her stomach a bit and looked at the Amazon. For some reason her brain was telling her to go over to Laurel and start nursing. Sandy could feel her body moving as she crawled across the couch and onto the Amazon.

 

“Such a good girl.” She smiled and laid on her back as Sandy started to nurse.

 

Sandy could not help but smile as she nursed. The Amazon’s milk was sweet and creamy like how she remembered. As she suckled she fell into a state of bliss, “I love Mommy so much. I will do anything to make Mommy happy.” She thought as suckled, “Wait? What am I thinking? She isn’t my Mommy. My Mommy is Mommy! Mommy gives me Mommy Milk and changes my diapers. What? No no no no no! Think Marine, think!” She unlatched and belched loudly, “No more.” She groaned, “Too full.” she rested her head on Laurel’s breast and watched Michelle nurse. The girl was an bottomless pit in the Corps and it seemed that still rang true.

 

Suddenly the doorbell rang, “Honey, can you go see who that is?” Laurel smiled as she rubbed the backs on the two Littles.

 

“Sure sweetie.” He smiled and walked over to the front door and opened the door, “Mom? Dad? What are you two doing here?”

 

Michelle suddenly unlatched, her eyes widened as milk dripped from her mouth, “Oh no.”

 

“Laurel, my parents decided to visit.” Stuart smiled as he led in a pair of older Amazons. The man had a grey goatee, a bald head, and he was wearing a leather jacket with a numbered patch on the upper right arm  while the woman had a thick head of curly grey hair and was wearing what appeared to be a handmade, green and white sweater. The man was carrying a large box with him

 

“Karen, Greg. It’s been too long. Forgive me if I don’t get up.” She chuckled as she moved a pillow under head head.

 

Michelle whimpered a bit and whispered, “Go back to nursing, quickly.” Michelle quickly started to nurse again as Stuart’s parents walked over to Laurel and the littles. Sandy was too full to nurse so she just laid there, resting her head on Laurel’s breast. However, she could feel her stomach rumbling a bit.

 

“Is this our new grand-little?” Karen smiled at Sandy who was struggling to stay awake thanks to how full her stomach was, “I love her hair”.

 

“Yes, this is Sandra. Just be a bit careful with her, she is still adjusting. We only adopted her yesterday.” She said as she stroked Sandy’s back, “Thank you, we actually just brought her back home from the redesigner.”

 

“Can I hold her?” Karen smiled at the Little and gently caressed Sandy’s cheek.

 

“Sure, just be careful with her.” Laurel smiled.

 

“Of course, I am always careful with Littles. Such fragile little things.” Karen smiled and placed her hands under Sandy’s arms before picking her up, “Why hello little one, I’m your new grandmother.”

 

Sandy could feel her mouth getting excessively moist and her stomach grumbling more, “Bucket.” she groaned.

 

“I’m sorry dear, what was that?”

 

“Bucket.” Sandy turned away from Karen as she felt the contents of her stomach racing up her throat. Unfortunately, she happened to be looked towards Michelle and Laurel when her lunch exited her mouth. The reaction was near instant, Michelle was sobbing the instant realized what had happened and then she threw up as well right on Laurel. The four Amazons were all stunned at what had just happened. Meanwhile Buster had been awoken by all of the commotion and trotted over to the couch where he proceeded to lick up the throw up from the littles.

 

“BUSTER NO!”


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Chapter Eight


 

Sandy groaned as a mixture of stomach juices and milk dripped from her mouth, “Ow.” Some stomach was still coating her throat.

 

Stuart immediately jumped into and grabbed a towel from the bathroom before using it to pick up the crying Michelle, “Shhhhhh, shhhhhhh.” He cooed softly as he cleaned her face, “Its okay, you’re okay sweetie. Let's get you and Mommy nice and clean.” He turned to Laurel, “You okay dear?”

 

“Of course I am. It's just some throw up. You are acting like this is the first time Michelle has thrown up on me. Poor Sandy must’ve eaten too much. She was scarfing down those bites like no tomorrow” She said as she wiped her face off, “The sectional has seen better days. No way that is going to come out.”

 

“Vinegar and hot water in a spray bottle.” Karen smiled as she help Sandy close to her and wiped up the drool coming from her mouth with a napkin.

 

“Shhhhhhhhh.” Laurel held up a finger, “All I’m hearing is that the sectional is ruined and we need to get a new one.”

 

Stuart sighed, “Laurel, we have had that section for ten years… We are getting a new sectional after Festivus.” He looked at Laurel who was still covered in vomit, “Laurel, take Michelle and take a shower. I’m going to deal with the couch. Mom, can you and Dad take care of Sandra for a bit?”

 

“Of course dear.” Karen smiled as Laurel took Michelle from Stuart and walked up the stairs. Greg had set down the box he was carrying on the coffee table.

 

Stuart sighed rolled up the sleeves of his shirt before getting Michelle’s collar remote from his pocket, “Dad, you take the remote to Michelle’s collar. Naughty language, misbehaving, any of that, you can shock her. Keep it three and below, but she shouldn’t be a problem.”

 

“I thought you didn’t like collars.” Greg said as she took the remote.

 

“Sandy has a mean right hook. That’s all I’m gonna say.” He said as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed some stain fighters, “You can take her up to the nursery.”

 

“Alright sweetie, if you need any help with the clean up just say so.” Karen smiled as she started to walk up the stairs with Sandy.

 

Sandy squirmed a bit in Karen’s arms, “Milk.” She groaned, “I want more milk.”

 

“Shhh, it’s okay dear. Grandma will get you some milkies later. Your little tummy got too full, so we need to be careful with how much nummy food we put in your belly.” She smiled and tickled Sandy’s stomach which elicited giggles from the girl.

 

“Looks like they haven’t changed the nursery much.” Greg said as he opened the door to the room.

 

“I don't see why they would. It’s perfect for two adorable littles.” She smiled as she set Sandy down on the carpeted floor. Sandy giggled and laid on her back.

 

“I want milkies!” Sandy giggled and made grabby hands.

 

Karen smiled and sat down next to the girl, “When your Mommy and Michelle get all cleaned up you can have some milkie, alright?”

 

Sandy whined a bit and grabbed her hair, “No!” She started to pull her hair a bit, “Snap out of it!” She muttered.

 

“Sandy!” Karen grabbed Sandy’s hands and pried them off the little’s hair, “We do not pull our hair if we don’t get what we want! Naughty girl!”

 

Sandy struggled a bit as she mumbled to herself, “Mind cloudy! Snap out of it!”

 

Karen smiled a bit and picked up Sandy, “Greg, honey, can you go downstairs and get Sandy a bottle of milk.”

 

“Alright dear.” He nodded and set the collar remote on the changing table, “Remote is on the changing table.” He said as he left the nursery.

 

“Just relax sweetie.” She said as she rubbed Sandy’s back, “Grandpa is getting you some delicious milkies.” She cooed softly, “I know how grumpy littles can get when they don’t get their milkies.” She smiled.

 

Sandy kept struggling against Karen until she saw Greg return with a bottle of milk, “Milkie!” She cried out and reached for the bottle.

 

“She got hooked pretty quickly.” Greg said as he handed the bottle to Sandy who started to suck on it.

 

“Laurel’s milk is very potent, lots of K94.” She smiled and ruffled Sandy’s hair, “There we go, feeling better?”

 

Sandy nodded as she drank from the bottle. The struggling little was gone and replaced with one contently sucking from a bottle, “Twank you.” She said through the bottle getting some of the milk on her shirt.

 

“Silly little thing, you got milk on your cute little shirt.” Karen smiled, “Arms up, lets get you into a clean outfit.” Karen smiled and gently took the bottle out of Sandy’s mouth, “Arms up.”

 

Sandy whined and tried to put the bottle back in her mouth, “Milky!”

 

“You can finish your milk after we get your shirt off, we don’t want it getting dirtier and upsetting Mommy do we?”

 

Sandy shook her head, “No.”

 

“Then let’s get your shirt off so you can finish your bottle.” Karen smiled and gently grabbed the bottom of the girl’s shirt.

 

“Okay.” Sandy said as she put her arms up allowing for Karen to take the pink T shirt off of Sandy revealing her last remaining tattoo: A trio of rifles, each with helmet and dog tags on them, standing straight up on a mound of dirt. Beneath each rifle was a name and date. J.D 5/21/2035, M.B 5/21/2035, C.S 5/28/2035.

 

“Oh dear, Greg, take a look at this.” She gestured to the tattoo.

 

“So that's why Stuart got her. She is one of us.” He smiled and sat down in the rocking chair, “Those who are damned to walk the earth with our sins on our chests displayed proudly for the whole world to see.” He looked over at Karen, “Can you bring her over here please?”

 

Karen smiled softly, “Oh you old sea dog.” She picked up Sandy and brought her over to Greg. Sandy was still sucking on her bottle.

 

“Hey there soldier.” He smiled and took Sandy from Karen and sat her in her chest, “You enjoying that bottle.”

 

“Uh huh!” Sandy smiled as she sucked down the last few drops, “All gone!” She smiled and tried to set the bottle in one of the cup holders but struggled a bit.

 

“Let grandpa do it sweetums.” Greg gently took the bottle from Sandy and set it in the cup holder, “There we go. So, what did you do in the service?”

 

“Greg! Not after she just had milk.” Karen sighed and shook her head.

 

“It's fine dear.” He smiled at her.

 

“I was a Recon Marine.” Sandy said as she squirmed a bit and tried to make herself comfy in Greg’s lap.

 

“Oh really? Just like Michelle, huh?”

 

“Yeah!” She smiled, “I met Michelle when she was assigned to my squad!” She giggled a bit as Greg felt his lap start to grow warm.

 

“Is someone going pee pee?” He felt the front Sandy’s diaper, “I think it’s you!”

 

“Nuuuuuu!” Sandy shook her head, her long black hair going everywhere.

 

“Yes you are.” He smiled and tickled her bare stomach which elicited giggled of joy from the little, “Does Sandy want a new diaper?” He said as he moved Sandy around so that she could face him. He noticed that the designs on the front of the diaper had began to fade, “Someone really had to go, huh?”

 

“Nuuuuuuuu.” She giggled happily as Greg stood up and placed her on his hip.

 

“Well then, I guess someone doesn’t a pretty little dress.” Greg smirked a bit as he looked at Karen who was smiling at the two.

 

“I want a dress! I want a dress!” Sandy smiled widely and squirmed around.

 

“Careful, careful. Grandpa doesn’t want to drop you. You only get the pretty dress if you get a diaper change, deal?”

 

“Deal!” Sandy looked up at him excitedly.

 

“Alright, let’s get you into a fresh diaper.” Greg set Sandy down on the changing table and grabbed another princess diaper.

 

“Greg, let me do this. You always do it either too loose or too tight.” Karen said as she walked over to the changing table.

 

“No I don’t.” Greg rolled his eyes a bit.

 

“Yes you do. Remember that time at the restaurant when you changed Michelle and her diaper came untapped halfway through dinner?” Karen crossed her arms.

 

“You cannot prove that was my fault. However, I will delegate this task to you.” He handed her the diaper.

 

Karen smiled as she got the needed supplies out, “All ready for a fresh diaper?” She tickled the bottom of Sandy’s.

 

Sandy laughed and squirmed around, “I want the pretty dress!”

 

“I know you do, but only when you get your new diaper on. If you be a good girl and stay still grandma can change your diaper quicker and you will get your dress quicker, okay?”

 

“Okay.” Sandy said as she stopped squirming around, but it was clear the little was quite excited.

 

“Good girl.” Karen said as she went to work changing Sandy’s diaper, “Greg, can you go get the dress from downstairs please.”

 

“Can do.” He said as he exited the nursery.

 

“What color is the dress?” Sandy smiled as Karen wiped her clean.

 

“It’s nice and pink, perfect for a little girl like you.” She smiled and gently lifted the little’s legs in order to slide the diaper under her, “Such a good little girl, I can’t see why Stuart would put a collar on you.” She sighed as she brought the front of the diaper up and taped it, “There we go, how does that feel?”

 

“Good.” Sandy cooed and made grabby hands towards Karen.

 

“Alright, up we go.” Karen smiled as she picked the girl up just as Greg reentered the nursery with a light pink box.

 

“Is that my dress?!” Sandy reached for the box.

 

“Yes it is.” Karen smiled and took the top off of the box revealing a pink and white dress with lace edges.

 

“I want it! I want it!” Sandy yelled and reached for the dress.

 

“Easy, easy. What do we say when we want something?” Karen bounced the little a bit.

 

“Please?” She looked up at the Amazon.

 

“Please, what?”

 

“Please can I have the dress?” Sandy squirmed around in Karen’s arms.

 

“Yes you may.” She said as she set Sandy down on the ground and took the dress out of the box and got it ready, “Alright, arms up.”

 

Sandy obeyed Karen and put her arms up above her head, “Its so pretty!”

 

“I know it is.” Karen gently slipped the dress onto Sandy and helped her get her arms through the right arms, “You look so pretty Sandy.”

 

“Really?” She smiled widely.

 

“Yes, you do.” Greg said as he set the box aside.

 

“Thank you!” Sandy smiled widely and hugged Karen and then Greg, “Thank you for the dress!”

 

“You are very welcome dear.” Karen said as the door to the nursery opened revealing Laurel who was dressed in a sweatshirt and pants. She was holding a bundle of towels that had Michelle’s face peeking out.

 

“All clean?” Karen asked as she stood up.

 

“Yep, it took a bit of time to calm Michelle down but once she was clean it was easy.” She smiled at Sandy, “That is such a beautiful dress. Did you get that for Sandy?”

 

“Of course.” Karen smiled.

 

“Karen, you didn’t have to do that.” Laurel turned towards Sandy, “Sandy, did you tell grandma and grandpa thank you for your new dress?”

 

“Uh huh!” Sandy nodded happily, “I did!”

 

Karen nodded in agreement, “She did. She is such a nice little.”

 

“Good.” Laurel said as she laid the bundle down on the changing table and started to unwrap it, eventually exposes a naked Michelle.

 

“Cold!” Michelle whined loudly and squirmed around on the changing table.

 

“I know you are cold dear, but mommy has to get a fresh diaper on you.” She said as she grabbed a princess diaper from the changing table and set to work, “Did you give Sandy another bottle of milk?”

 

Karen nodded, “Of course, poor dear was starting to go into a bit of withdrawal.”

 

“She shouldn’t be experiencing withdrawals, she has only had a few bottles, unless it had something to do with her emptying her stomach like she did.” Laurel sighed, “Might as well take her to the doctor tomorrow, just to be on the safe side.” She said as she taped up Michelle’s diaper, “Alright, now let's get you into a nice sleeper.” Laurel smiled as she walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a pumpkin orange sleeper that zipped up from the back.

 

“But I’m not tired!” Michelle protested.

 

“It’s naptime and you know it. Besides, I bet Sandy is tired after all that exhaustion, right sweetie?”  Laurel turned to Sandy.

 

Sandy suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her and it became difficult to keep her eyes open, “Uh huh.” She rubbed her eyes a bit.

 

“See.” She smiled as she dressed Michelle in the sleeper, “There we go.” She picked Michelle up and walked over to Sandy, “Ready for nap time Sandy?”

 

Sandy nodded, “Sweeepy.” She yawned as she was picked up by Laurel.

 

Laurel smiled and tucked the two girls in to the crib before giving each of them a pacifier to suck on, “Sleep tight girls, I will see you in a few hours.” She smiled as she turned the lights off and left the nursery with Greg and Karen.

 

3 Hours Later

 

    Sandy groaned as her eyes slowly opened, “What time is it?” She yawned causing her pacifier to fall from her mouth. She stretched a bit accidently hitting Michelle.

 

    “Ow!” Michelle groaned, her own pacifier dropping from her mouth.

 

    “Sorry Mitch.” Sandy said as she tried to stand up. For some reason her legs felt like jello, “Hey Mitch.” Sandy turned towards with Michelle with a twinge of fear in her voice, “I can’t stand up that well.”

 

    “You probably slept funny and it’s asleep.” Michelle sighed a bit, “Just wait for Mommy and Daddy to come and get us.”

 

    Sandy sighed and sat back down, “Mitch, what happened? I remember throwing up and being carried to nursery but after that… its a blur.”

 

    “I wouldn’t worry about it Sandy.” Michelle sighed, “Probably just a bit stressed out from throwing your guts up.” Michelle sighed and crawled out from under the covers before sitting down and sighing, “Wet again.”

 

    “What did you say?” Sandy said as she turned around to face Michelle.

 

    “I’m wet again.” She sighed.

 

    “So? Aren’t we supposed to be using these diapers?”

 

    “I didn’t wet the bed before coming here. A few months ago it started infrequently, but now… its almost every night.” She sighed as she laid down, “I love this life, I just wish I didn’t have to piss myself in my sleep?”

 

    “You like this life Mitch?”

 

    “I like being cared for. I like having parents that actually care about me, if diapers are the price I pay then so be it, but I want to have control of when I use them!”

 

    “I hear ya.” Sandy sighed as the door opened and light flooded into the nursery.

 

    “You two sure are chatty.” Stuart smiled as he turned the lights on, “Alright, who needs changes?”

 

    “I do.” Michelle mumbled a bit and reached up.

 

    “What’s gotten you down sweetie? Tomorrow night is the christmas party.”

 

    “I know.” She sighed as she was placed on the changing table and changed into a plain white diaper with blue clouds on it, “There we go.” He smiled and set Michelle down on the floor, “Do you need a change Sandy?”

 

    “I’m fine.” She said as she reached up to be picked up.

 

    “Alright sweetie.” He said as he picked her up out of the crib and set her next to Michelle.

 

    “Come on you two.” Stuart smiled and started to walk out of the nursery. Michelle started to crawl after him. Sandy tried to stand up a few times but found it easier to crawl after the first few attempts.

 

    “Why isn’t he carrying us?” Sandy asked as she crawled after Michelle.

 

    “Exercise.” Michelle said as they got to the stairs. Stuart was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, “We need to burn off excess energy. That is what he says.” She sighed as she started to go down the stairs.

 

    “What’s gotten you so down?” Sandy asked as she went down the stairs next to Michelle, occasionally helping her.

 

    “The Christmas party.”

 

    “What’s so bad about that?”

 

    “The other Directors’ littles will be there. Kimberly, Coco, Lewis, Mi, and Li hate our guts.”

 

    “They have never even met me.” Sandy said as Stuart she saw Stuart walk towards the kitchen.

 

    “They hate any little in our situation who came through the portal.”

 

    “But I thought Kim was from Earth.”

 

    “She is, but she is so desperate to be a part of the group that she does whatever they want.” She sighed as the two littles reached the bottom of the stairs.

 

    “What about Thomas?” Sandy asked as she followed Michelle to the kitchen.

 

    “He grew up in a Tsarian little mill. He is very skittish around Amazons he doesn’t know extremely well. Most of the time he is either in the arms of his Mommy or Daddy. He is weary of other littles in general and prefers to be by himself when not with his parents”

 

    “Christ.”

 

    “Yeah, before you came I was picked on endlessly. I endured it for months. I lashed out last week.”

 

“That's why Martha was fighting with Daddy during orientation.” Sandy said not even noticing that  she called Stuart, Daddy.

 

“Yeah, I yelled and screamed at them. I called Kim a traitor.” She sighed and sat down in the against the sectional, “I was mad, I shouldn't have said it.” She started to tear up.

 

Sandy frowned and wiped the tears away from Michelle’s face, “Come on, buck up. YOu have me to watch your back this time. If they come at you, I’ll back you up.” Sandy smiled and put a hand on Michelle’s shoulder.

 

“Thanks Gunney.” Michelle smiled and hugged Sandy, “I missed you. The first few weeks I was here I screamed for you in the middle of the night.”

 

“Well, I’m here now Mitch.” She gently moved her hand over Michelle’s cheek, “And I will always been here for you. I promise.” She leaned in and kissed Michelle.

 

Michelle smiled and started to kiss Sandy, “I love you Sandy.”

 

“I love you too Michelle.” Sandy teared up not noticing a shadow engulfing the two Littles.

 

“I’d love an explanation about your behaviour.” Stuart said as he crossed his arms and stared down the two littles.


 

Chapter Nine

 

Michelle whimpered as Stuart set the Sandy and her on the couch, “Daddy! I-it’s not what it looks like!”

 

“Oh really?” Stuart looked down at the two littles, “Because it looked like my two littles were getting a little frisky.”

 

“What’s wrong with that!” Sandy grumbled as Michelle crawled behind her.\

 

“What’s wrong with that?” Stuart started to pace, “What’s wrong with that is you two are sisters now!”

 

“So, it’s not really incest!” Sandy crossed her arms, “Besides, this is an old relationship! We had this going long before either of us were in diapers… well, back in diapers!”

 

“Yeah!” Michelle piped up.

 

“Oh really?” Stuart stopped pacing and stared them down, “When did it start?”

 

“I wanna say, four or five months into the invasion of North Korea. We… spooned in a foxhole during a recon assignment, and it kinda just blossomed from that point onward.” Sandy smiled as she recalled the memory.

 

“That seems like a highly inappropriate relationship.” Stuart rolled his eyes at the clear breach in military protocol.

 

“We tried to keep it on the downlow, but eventually it got too hard and we called it off.” She sighed, “We planned on continuing it after we got back to the States, but after I couldn’t find her or get in contact, thats when I became a drifter.”

 

Sandy looked up at Stuart, “Michelle. Is. My. Reason. For. Living.” Sandy stood up, “If you forbid me from loving her, it will not end well.”

 

“Is that a threat?” Stuart leaned down to lock eyes with the little.

 

“I dunno, do we have a problem with the relationship?” Sandy cracked her knuckles as Michelle tried to calm the two down.

 

“Alright, I got Sandy an appointment with the Littletican tomorrow at nine.” Laurel said as she walked into the living room only to see her husband and one of her littles staring each other down, “What is going on here?!”

 

“Mommy! Mommy!” Michelle climbed down the couch and waddled as fast as she could to Laurel,“DaddysawmeandSandycuddlingandhedoesn’tlikethatSandyandIloveeachotherandnowdDaddyandSandyaren’tfriendly!” Michelle yelled so quickly that Laurel couldn’t even understand her.

 

“What?” She sighed as she picked up Michelle, “Stuart! Sandra! Stand down, that is an order!”

 

“Aye ma’am.” Sandy sat back down on her diapered rear.

 

“Yes ma’am.” Stuart sighed.

 

“Good. Now, what is going on here?” She gently bounced Michelle as she turned towards Stuart, “Explain.”

 

“I caught them kissing and confessing to each other.” He crossed his arms, “Totally inappropriate for sisters.”

 

Laurel nodded a bit, “Okay.” She turned to Sandy, “Mind telling me your side?”

 

“Well, I love Michelle, and I have loved her for years. We are simply continuing our relationship that started when we were deployed together.”

 

Laurel sighed a bit, “Well, we will need to discuss some ground rules. I’m not going to forbid this relationship, you both love each other.”

 

“Laurel, this is highly inappropriate.” Stuart objected.

 

“They aren’t related by blood. This is perfectly fine with me.” She glared at Stuart.

 

“Fine, fine.” He acquiesced.

 

“Thank you. Now then, the rules. Nothing beyond hand holding and hugging in public. You can kiss when on Bureau property or at home. If you two want to get intimate… do it in the nursery.” She sighed.

 

“And not too often!” Stuart sighed, “We can’t really go to sleep if you two are going at it.”

 

Sandy nodded, “Sounds fine to me.” she looked at Michelle.

 

“Good with me.” The little smiled and reached for Sandy. Laurel gently set Michelle down on the couch.

 

‘Come here you big oaf.” Sandy smiled and opened her arms for a hug.

 

Michelle waddled as fast as her diaper would allow and hugged Sandy as tightly as she could, “I love you.”

 

“I love you too, Mitch.” Sandy leaned in to kiss the girl. Michelle happily received the kiss.

 

Laurel smiled a bit, “So cute.” She took a quick picture, “Now then, Sandy, you have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning. I managed to call in a favour with the doctor.”

 

Sandy broke off the kiss and swiftly turned her head to face Laurel, her hair whipping Michelle, “Why?! I don’t need to go to the doctor!”

 

“Yes you do.” Laurel sighed and put her phone away, “Unlike standard adoptions you did not get a full medical workup, only a quick emergency one. We are going to his office at 9 AM.

 

Sandy grumbled, “Fine, but I’m not getting any shots… right?” She looked up at Laurel, “The hell?” Sandy thought, “What was that about? I’m not scared of shots.”

 

“We will see.” Laurel checked the time, “Stuart, have you started preparing for tomorrow’s party?”

 

“Shit, my parents coming over distracted me.” He sighed, “I can start the roast marinade, and the Bread Pudding. Can you make the vinaigrette? The instructions are on the printer tray in my office. Just put on a littles show and we should be good until dinner.” Stuart walked into the kitchen.

 

Laurel sighed as she picked up the remote and turned the television to The Little Channel. The channel was running a nature show aimed at littles, “Now, be good while Mommy and Daddy cook. If either of you get hungry you can come get a snack, okay?”

 

“Okay mama!” Michelle smiled, her eyes were already glued to the television.

 

“Sandy, you okay with that?”  Laurel smiled.

 

“Yeah, I’m fine with that.” Sandy shrugged.

 

“Good.” Laurel said before walking upstairs.

 

Sandy flopped onto her back and looked over at Michelle, “Is the show any good?”

 

“Its okay.” Michelle sighed as she squirmed around, “The episode is about the Strait of Gibblet.”

 

“Is that Amazonia’s Gibraltar?” Sandy chuckled.

 

“Not really, considering that the the planet is just a series of archipelagos, there are no real major straits, at least not near Libertality.”

 

“What the hell is going on with my life.” Sandy groaned, “One second I’m in full body armor with a rifle, the next I’m laying on a couch in a diaper talking about straits with you while two giants make what is essentially Christmas Eve Dinner. Is the life of a little so boring?”

 

“Pretty much. It gets better in daycare, occasionally we get to go on field trips! The zoo is one of my favorites.”

 

“Speaking of daycare, I’ve been wondering since I saw you get picked up by Stuart from the daycare. What is it like in there?”

 

“Daycare? Well, it is pretty fun. Except for those…” Michelle leaned towards Sandy and whispered, “Douchebags.”

 

Sandy chuckled, “That's a naughty word for a baby to be using.”

 

“Well.” Michelle locked eyes with Sandy, “Maybe I don’t wanna be a baby tomorrow night, maybe I wanna give those fuckers the beating they deserve for the months of bullying and teasing!” Michelle cracked her knuckles.

 

“Easy Corporal.” Sandy sat up and placed her hands on Michelle's shoulder, “We need to be cautious, remember I have this collar on, and if it gets out of control you could get collared too.”

 

“I don’t care!” Michelle shook her head, “Besides, this place doesn’t know violence like Earth does. Amazonia has only had one major war”

 

“Your kidding me”

 

“Nope, Amazons seem to less inclined to fighting and violence than us.”

 

“Care to explain how you know all of this?”

 

“Sometimes when Daddy is working in his office, I get to watch. He has tons of history books and I have gone through a few of them, paired with some computer use that was… less than allowed.” She sighed a bit, “I got a massive scolding for going on Daddy’s computer.”

 

“Just a scolding?”

 

“It was my second month here, I was curious about this world.”

 

Sandy nodded, “Right, so talk to me about this war.”

 

“Right, The Great Tripartite War. It was fought roughly one hundred years ago between Libertality and Galice against Tsaria and a large number of the minor island nations. It started as a minor border dispute between Tsaria and a minor island that was a protectorate of Galice. Things quickly spiraled out of control and Tsaria invaded Galice. Blitzkrieg right at Constance, Galice’s capital. One week after the invasion begun, Constance fell. Tsarians employed anti-grav tech.”

 

“Woah, woah, woah. Anti-grav tech? Are you sure that you are not talking science fiction?” Sandy crossed her arms.

 

“I’m not. I’ve seen them in museums. Anti-grav was a widespread tech in those times, but Tsaria was the king of anti-grav. Their mines produced the material needed in record numbers. Now, getting back on track. The days following the fall of Constance were filled with fighting inside the city as holdouts fought to survive. Eventually Libertality landed troops on Galice and liberated Galice after a few months. The last Tsarians were pushed off Galice seven months after the initial invasion, after that was a two year long naval war.” Michelle sighed, “After almost three years, 210,000 Amazons and Littles were dead.”

 

“That's it? Only 210,000 dead?” Sandy leaned back, “I assume Libertality won?”

 

“Yeah, in the ensuing peace conference, anti-grav tech was banned universally so that no nation may use it for evil again. Tsaria was also occupied and restructured by Libertality.”

 

“So just like Japan after World War 2?”

 

“Pretty much. I’m just amazed about one simple fact.” Michelle stretched a bit.

 

“What is that?” Sandy asked.

 

“This place had anti-grav tech, yet they still haven’t split the atom yet. No nukes, no reactors, no nothing.”

 

“Your kidding?”

 

“Nope. No idea why.” She said as she Laurel walked towards them from the kitchen. The two littles had been so absorbed in Michelle’s history lesson that they had missed Laurel coming back down the stairs and going into the kitchen.

 

“It sounds like my two baby girls sure are chatty today.” She smiled and leaned down to pick the two littles up, “Are you two getting hungry?”

 

“Um, yeah I guess.” Sandy adjusted herself in Laurel’s grip, “What time is it?”

 

“Almost 5 o’clock dear.”

 

“Seriously?!” Sandy turned her head to check the clock on the DVD player and sure enough it as 4:50 PM, “How… I… what?” Sandy looked over at Michelle, “Do you know it got so late? I thought we woke up from our nap from our nap around 3?”

 

Michelle shrugged, “I think after the nature show was finished, Yuno came on.”

 

“Well, are you two hungry?” Laurel repeated her question.

 

“Yeah, I guess.” Sandy nodded.

 

“I want ice cream!” Michelle giggled.

 

Laurel smiled, “I dunno if ice cream is appropriate for dinner. However, since Daddy has taken over the kitchen, I think the three of us should go get dinner and bring it back. How does… McDonny’s sound?”

 

“McDonny’s! McDonny’s!” Michelle chanted, kicking her legs excitedly, “I want chicken nuggets!”

 

“This place even has their own version of McDonalds.” Sandy smiled at the thought.

 

“But before we can go, lets see if anyone needs a changing.” Laurel smiled and sniffed the two girls, “Hmmm, someone went peepee. But it smells like its only a tiny bit and those diapers can handle much more. Ready girls?” Laurel kissed them both.

 

“Ready!” Michelle smiled widely.

 

Sandy smiled at Michelle. Sandy knew that she wasn’t the one that wet herself, she would have known if she was going. Must have been Michelle, “Ready!”

 

Laurel carried the girls to the garage and strapped them into their carseats in the SUV.

 

The drive towards the fast food restaurant was uneventful except for the amount of traffic that they encountered. They had unfortunately gotten on the road right as rush hour began. The SUV eventually pulled into the drive through lane of the restaurant. During this outing Laurel had elected not to turn the video screens on, much to the protests from Michelle.

 

“Sandy, what do you want?” Laurel turned her head to face the little.

 

“Ill just have what Michelle is having.” She shrugged as she stared out the window at the traffic.

 

“Alright.” Laurel smiled as she pulled up to the intercom, “I’d like two orders of chicken nuggets, Little sized, a fish sandwich, normal sized, and an Amazon burger, hold the tomatoes, extra pickles.”

 

“Would you like anything to drink?” The intercom crackled.

 

“Yes, two bottles of fruit punch please.” Laurel replied.

 

“Alright, so you ordered two orders of chicken nuggets for littles, a fish sandwich for Amazons, an Amazon burger with extra pickles hold the tomatoes, and two bottles of fruit punch. Is that correct?”

 

“That is correct.”

 

“Your total is $15.25, please pay at the first window.” The intercom crackled before going silent.

 

Laurel smiled, “I hope you like fruit punch Sandy.”

 

“It’s really good!” Michelle smiled as she kicked her legs excitedly.

 

“$15.25 please.” The Amazon teenager manning the window sighed as Laurel pulled up to the window.

 

“Here you go.” Laurel said as she handed the teenager a credit card which was soon returned to her.

 

“Please pull up to the next window.” He sighed and shut the window.

 

“Someone is not having a good day.” Laurel remarked as she waited for the car in front of them to move, “Why do people always take forever in these places.” She groaned just before the car in front of them moved, “About time.”

 

The woman manning the window handed a bag to Laurel, “Straws are in the bag. Have a good evening” She said before shutting the window and getting ready for the next car.

 

“Alright, finally we get our food.” Laurel smiled as she moved the car over to a parking spot, “Do you cuties want your food now or wait until we get home?”

 

“Now!” Michelle reached for the food.

 

“Yeah, I'm getting pretty hungry.” Sandy nodded in agreement.

 

“Okay, one order of nuggets and fruit punch for Michelle.” She handed a bottle of red liquid and a small cardboard box to Michelle before giving Sandy the same, “And one for Sandy.”

 

“Thank you Mommy!” Michelle smiled and started to dig into her chicken nuggets.

 

Sandy smiled as she started to eat. These tasted nearly identical to the ones she used to get on Earth, “These are really good!” She looked up at Laurel, “Thank you Mommy!”

 

Laurel nodded, “You two are welcome.” She backed the SUV out of the parking spot and began the drive home. The traffic seemed to be even worse than it was going to the restaurant.

 

“Mommy!” Michelle smiled as the last of the nuggets disappeared into her mouth, “I’m all done, but I’m still hungry!” she whined before sucking on her bottle of fruit punch

 

Laurel sighed, “Well, see if Sandy is willing to share some of her nuggets with you.”

 

“No.” Sandy shook her head and held her container away from Michelle, Sandy still had a couple of nuggets left.

 

“But I’m hungry!” Tears started to form in the corners of Michelle’s eyes.

 

“Michelle, you already ate your nuggets.” Laurel rolled her eyes just before Michelle started to cry.

 

Sandy groaned but kept eating until she was finished, “All done.” She said before moving onto her bottle. Sandy was content to try and block out Michelle’s crying.

 

Suddenly a foul odor began to fill the car and it just got stronger and stronger.

 

“Alright.” Laurel rolled her window down, “Which one of you pooped?”

 

“Not me.” Sandy pointed to Michelle who was now sobbing.

 

“Mommy! I poopy” She reached for laurel as tears rolled down her face.

 

“Michelle, I will change you when we get home.” Laurel rubbed her temple.

 

Sandy held her nose as she thought, “What the hell is wrong with Mitch, one minute we are having an adult discussion and the next she is a crying baby. What is going on?” She shut her eyes and tried to block out Michelle’s crying.


 

******


 

“What took you so long?” Stuart was sliding the roast into the oven to cook over night.

 

“Traffic was hell.” Laurel carried the fast food bag in one hand while holding Michelle against her hip with the other one. Laurel had put an inflator pacifier int Michelle’s mouth, “I need to go change this messy little girl. She finished her nuggets quickly and threw a fit when Sandy wouldn’t share her dinner.”

 

“Sandy is under no obligation to share her dinner.” Stuart sighed as he wiped his hands on a tea cloth.

 

“Thank you!” Sandy sighed as she waddled into the kitchen, “Does Michelle seriously like those chicken nuggets that much?”

 

“Yes.” Stuart said as Laurel walked up the stairs with the crying Michelle.

 

Sandy blushed a bit and looked at Stuart before reaching up, “Please.”

 

“Such a polite girl.” Stuart smiled as he picked her up by her armpits before setting setting Sandy on his hip, “So, how are you liking it here?”

 

“I miss doing what I want when I want.” She sighed and rested her head on Stuart’s shoulder.

 

“Understandable.” He nodded a bit.

 

“But other than that, everything is fine, except the gaps in my memory.” She said.

 

“Gaps in your memory?”

 

“Yeah, like today, while I was watching TV it suddenly went from afternoon to evening.”

 

Stuart smiled a bit, “Sounds like you were having fun with Michelle. You and her were just having fun. I heard you two laughing as you played. Now, how about we get you into the tub and all cleaned up for bed.” He smiled and carried her to the bathroom.

 

“Today you get to pick the bath toys out.” Stuart said as he gently took Sandy’s dress off of her leaving her in just her diaper. Stuart got the toy basket out before getting the floaties out.

 

“Hmmm, would Michelle like rubber ducks?” She said holding up some yellow rubber ducks.

 

“Sure, she loves those.” He smiled, “Arms out.”

 

“Yes sir.” She said setting the two ducks in the empty tub before putting her arms out for Stuart to put the floaties on her.

 

“Good girl!” Stuart smiled as he untaped her diaper and letting it fall to the floor, “Wanna be in the tub while it fills?”

 

“Uh huh.” She nodded. Stuart picked her up in response and set her in the tub before plugging it and starting the faucet, “Perfect!” She smiled at the water temperature.

 

“Good.” He said as Laurel brought in a nude Michelle sans pacifier, “She calmed down?”

 

“Yeah, she needed a visit from Mr.Spritzy but it worked out.” She said as she helped Stuart put the water wings on Michelle, “All ready for bathtime sweetie?”

 

“Uh huh.” Michelle rubbed her eyes a bit as she was set down in the rising water.

 

Bathtime went well, the splashing was kept to a minimum and both girls got cleaned in record time. Michelle was especially calm.

 

“Hey, I’m getting sleepy.” Sandy yawned as she was picked up out of the tub and swaddled in her fluffy towel.

 

“Yep, it's just about bedtime for you two.” Stuart said as he carried her to the nursery. Within minutes Sandy was thickly diapered and pajamaed. The minute Sandy was set in the crib and had her night bottle in her mouth Laurel entered the room with Michelle.

 

“Busy day tomorrow.” She said as she started to diaper Michelle.

 

“Yes, and you two are to be on your very best behaviour. Sandy, I am sure Michelle has told you about her relationship with the rest of the Board’s littles. I do not want any fighting, understand?”

 

“Yes sir.” Sandy said between sucks on her bottle. Michelle was soon sitting next to her, happily sucking on her bottle.

 

“Good night girls.” The two Amazons smiled before turning off the lights and shutting the door behind them.

 

Sandy smiled as she finished her bottle and chucked the empty bottle over the bars and onto the carpeted floor of the nursery, Michelle did the same. However, Sandy’s smile soon faded as a familiar feeling graced Sandy with its presence.

 

“Shit.” Sandy groaned, “I gotta pee.”

 

“Just go.” Michelle rolled her eyes, “I know wet diapers turn you on.” she smiled, “Don’t think I don’t remember last night. Maybe we can have some…. Special time.”

 

“Are you tempting me with a good time?” Sandy held Michelle’s hand.

 

“Oh yes I am.” She smirked, “Go on, be the baby that you are.”

 

Sandy’s face grew crimson as she shut her eyes and tried to relax. After a few minutes of trying Sandy finally managed to start wetting her diaper. The stream was weak at first but soon Sandy had soaked her diaper.

 

“Such a good baby.” Michelle could hardly hold back her laughter.

 

“Oh shut up and lets have sex.”


 

******

 

Stuart gritted his teeth as he turned off the baby monitor, “I still think it is highly inappropriate for us to allow them to continue their relationship.”

 

Laurel frowned, “Stuart, stop talking about their relationship and let's talk about what I found in the printer tray under the recipe.”

 

“Laurel, what are you talking about?”

 

“You’re putting the girls in Rainbow!” Laurel crossed her arms.

 

“Shit, you saw that fax, huh?”

 

“Yes! Stuart, I can't believe what I saw!”

 

“Dear, listen. Liza and Dr. Garcia will explain it tomorrow. I swear from the bottom of my heart that I would never put our girls in danger. Putting them in Rainbow is only temporary, its just to see what the results are, its a test, plain and simple.”  

 

“You promise?” Laurel sighed.

 

“I promise.” Stuart hugged Laurel and rubbed her back.

 

“Good, let’s go eat.”


 

END OF CHAPTER

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Hold up. Previously, a year or two ago, someone (I can't remember who; the post was lost in the Great Crash) provided a math formula we could use to tell a Little's equivalent size as seen by an Amazon: [Little's/IB's height]  ÷ 18 x 11 = [equivalent Amazon child height] - meaning, say, I'm 5'9", but to an Amazon I'd be equivalent ~3'6", the size of an Amazon 4-year-old. This was used to explain one reason (but, of course, not the only one) why Amazons treated Littles like babies - because to them, Littles were the size of Amazon babies & toddlers.

That equation was geared for Amazons generally being in the 9-10 foot height range, which seemed to be the 'standard' for most Diaper Dimension fics. However, you've mentioned Amazons as being 12-15 feet in height in this story.

1) Why the change?

2) Can anyone provide an equation for telling how small a Little/IB would look to Amazons of this new, bigger size?

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I love that your keeping up with lire but for all we know our hight doesn’t shift in this dimension. Or it was an unusual hight for said amazon. This rainbow sounds ominous and clearly there’s a more malicious side to this little loving country I’m interested in seeing the development of this story. 

 

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10 hours ago, DKN117 said:

Hold up. Previously, a year or two ago, someone (I can't remember who; the post was lost in the Great Crash) provided a math formula we could use to tell a Little's equivalent size as seen by an Amazon: [Little's/IB's height]  ÷ 18 x 11 = [equivalent Amazon child height] - meaning, say, I'm 5'9", but to an Amazon I'd be equivalent ~3'6", the size of an Amazon 4-year-old. This was used to explain one reason (but, of course, not the only one) why Amazons treated Littles like babies - because to them, Littles were the size of Amazon babies & toddlers.

That equation was geared for Amazons generally being in the 9-10 foot height range, which seemed to be the 'standard' for most Diaper Dimension fics. However, you've mentioned Amazons as being 12-15 feet in height in this story.

1) Why the change?

2) Can anyone provide an equation for telling how small a Little/IB would look to Amazons of this new, bigger size?

I chose to go with the average of 15 feet for these Amazons because I found it a bit more.... imposing than the standard 10 or so feet. Also I found a handy reference pictureimage.png.1e8aff36d71f87916329d3071d3aa5a8.png

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Chapter 10


 

Another day, another morning waking up to the smell of Michelle messing herself. Sandy groaned at be woken up by the smell for the second day in a row and covered herself with the blanket to try and block out the smell. Suddenly the events of last day ran through her head, the escape attempt at the mall, the collar, her new grandparents, the memories all culminated with the love making session. Sandy smiled as the memories replayed in her head, she loved Michelle and would continue to do so.

 

“You almost done there Mitch?” Sandy poked her head out from under the blanket.

 

“Yeah, one sec.” Michelle grunted before crawling over to Sandy’s position in the crib.

 

“God you reek.” Sandy gave Michelle a peck on the cheek.

 

“Hey, so did you yesterday!” Michelle retorted.

 

Sandy looked down in shame. She had messed herself after trying to escape the Little Salon, the memory playing over and over in her head. It was her lowest point in the last week. Coming to Amazonia was her opportunity to get her life back on track. Life as a drifter was hard on Sandy, she craved the order that the Marine Corps gave her and when she saw The Bureau recruiting she thought it was her chance, her chance to be something bigger than her, her chance to make a difference again. Of course she had not anticipated that she would wind up like this.

 

“Hey, cheer up.” Michelle smiled and sat down, her full diaper squishing.

 

“Mitch, did you seriously just sit down?” Sandy yawned and sat up. Sandy adjusted herself a bit she she was leaning against the crib’s headboard.

 

“So what? I know I’m going to get changed.” Michelle shrugged, “Speaking of diaper changes, you could use one.”

 

Sandy’s eyes went wide as she suddenly felt the mushy garment around her waist, she was soaked and it was all cold and clammy, “This is disgusting!” Sandy groaned.

 

“Yep! Welcome to the wonderful world of waking up in wet diapers. Which ones did they put you in? The ones with the moons and stars?”

 

“Yeah, why?”

 

Michelle chuckled, “I was originally in those when I got here, but after I started to mess in the morning I got upgraded!”

 

“You think getting thicker diapers is an upgrade?” Sandy sighed as she started to slowly stand up using the crib bars for support, however, the sodden diaper between her legs was making it difficult and due to the sleeper she was in, she could not get away from the feeling.

 

“What would you prefer, thick diapers or diapers that cannot contain your morning poop?”

 

“Point taken.” Sandy shuddered at the image.

 

“So when will we get changed?”

 

“Soon I think. You are going to the doctor’s right?”

 

“Yeah, what should I be worried about?” Sandy glanced over at Michelle.

 

“Ehhh, nothing really, Dr. Kulp is really nice.” Michelle smiled as Laurel came into the nursery.

 

“Good morning you two.” Laurel was already dressed and ready for the day. She was dressed in a cashmere sweater and jeans that showed off her bodies curves.

 

“Mommy!” Michelle cheered, “I made a poopy!”

 

“I can smell that dear.” Laurel picked up Michelle and moved her to the changing table.

 

“There is that switch again.” Sandy frowned as she held onto the bars. It just didn’t make any sense. Sandy watched as Laurel changed Michelle out of her diaper.

 

“Oh, you are such a stinky girl.” Laurel smiled as she wiped Michelle down, “You get help Daddy get the home ready for the party tonight, isn’t that exciting?”

 

“No!” Michelle shook her head, “I don’t want the party to happen!”

 

“Dear, I know you don’t get along well with other littles, but we need you to behave and set a good example for Sandy, you are her big sister now.” Laurel balled up the night diaper and tossed it into a diaper pail at the foot of the changing table.

 

“B-big sister? Me?” Michelle seemed surprised by the title.

 

Sandy smiled in amusement. Michelle being asked to set a good example. Sure in the Crops Michelle could occasionally pull that off but in Amazonia? Michelle wasn’t the kind to set examples, she was the one that generally needed the example to follow.

 

“Yes, you are the big sister and have to help Daddy while Mommy takes Sandy to Dr. Kulp.” Laurel smiled as she powdered Michelle’s rear.

 

“Do I get a treat?” Michelle looked up at Laurel with eager eyes. Michelle was a sucker for positive reinforcement and being in the care of Amazons only made her desire for it worse.

 

“That will be up to Daddy.” The Amazon smiled and taped up a pink diaper around Michelle’s waist before setting her down on the carpet, “There we go.” Laurel quickly moved over to the crib and picked up Sandy, “Good morning Sandy.”

 

“Good morning Mommy, I mean Laurel. Good morning Laurel” Sandy blushed. Where was the ‘mommy’ part coming from?

 

Laurel couldn’t help but smile at the blushing little, “It's okay Sandy, call me whatever you want. You still need some time to adjust.” she gently carried the little over to the changing table.

 

“Thanks, Laurel.” She smiled as she felt herself laid on the padded table that was the changing table. The rings on each of the tables legs a reminder of what Amazons did with difficult littles.

 

Laurel cooed at little as she untaped the diaper, “You certainly did a number on this diaper, maybe we need to move you to the same night diapers Michelle gets.”

 

“No!” Sandy shook her head. The thick padding that seperated Michelle’s legs to a comical degree was too much for Sandy, “I don’t need those!” Sandy started to squirm on the changing table clearly agitated by the suggestion of thicker diapers for her.

 

“Easy easy.” Laurel frowned and picked up the diaperless little, “It’s okay sweetie, you don’t need those diapers.” She gently bounced the girl and gently smiled.

 

“Promise?” Sandy sniffled and looked up at the Amazon.

 

“I promise.” Laurel kissed Sandy’s forehead as she set her down on the changing table. Within minutes the little was powdered and diapered in a moderately thick diaper that had block designs all over it, “Now then, we just got our first snow of the season so you are going to have to bundle up.”

 

“SNOW?!” Michelle face was quickly dominated by a massive smile, “I WANNA GO PLAY  IN IT!”

 

“Michelle.” Laurel scolded the little, “What have we told you about your inside and outside voices?”

 

Michelle shrank away from the Amazon and looked at her feet, “My outside voice is only for outside, not inside.”

 

Laurel nodded as she walked over to the dresser, “Whether or not you play in the snow will be up to Daddy, so I suggest that you be on your best behavior.” Laurel pulled out a bright neon green puffer jacket style onesie with a hood.  

 

Sandy looked at the onesie in horror. The onesie totally enclosed her limbs and rendered her hands useless. Sandy would be like a moth and Amazons would be the owls.

 

“Oh, you will look absolutely precious in this don’t you think?” Laurel gushed as she advanced towards Sandy with the winterized onesie.

 

“L-laurel, please tell me that I’ll be wearing more than that.” Sandy swallowed as Laurel unzipped the onesie revealing a fur lined interior.

 

“This is all you need dear.” She smiled as she picked up Sandy and set the onesie in her place before setting her on the fur liner. Sandy didn’t want to admit it but it felt really soft and comfortable, “Arms and legs in dear.”

 

“But I won’t be able to use my hands!” Sandy complained which earned her an eye rolling from her Amazon mother.

 

“You don’t need to use your hands at the doctor’s office.” She said as she began to gently move Sandy’s arms and legs into the sleeves. With a quick zip the onesie was sealed and Sandy was at the mercy of Laurel’s whim, “You look so precious!” Laurel cooed and gently pulled the little’s hair out from the onesie so that it was flowing out of the hood, “Alright, that is about it.” Laurel turned to Michelle, “Behave for Daddy, he will be right up in a minute.” Laurel turned and exited the nursery with Sandy in her arms.

 

“Laurel, I’m starving can I have a bottle?” Sandy looked up at the Amazon’s face before a thought crossed her mind, “Wait, did I just ask for a bottle?”

 

“I’m sorry dear but you need to have been fasting for twelve hours before this check up and it just hit twelve hours, you can have a bottle after we leave the doctor’s

 

For some reason Sandy’s brain thought that was unfair, “Nooooooo! I’m hungry and want a bottle!” Sandy whined and started to squirm

 

Laurel sighed as she carried the squirming little down the stairs, however, the Amazon had a slight smile as she entered the kitchen where her husband was currently attending to a set of crystal, “Michelle is in the nursery and wants to play in the snow, I told her if she was good then she could play in the snow. Stick her in the bouncer and turn on Yunno while you get ready for the party. Let her play for an hour or two.” Laurel said as she focused on keeping Sandy from squirming out of her grasp and falling.

 

“How’s her milk training going?” Stuart said as he turned around the pink flowery apron he was wearing.

 

“Take a look, I told her she couldn’t have her bottle until after her appointment. She became all fussy.”

 

Stuart smiled, “Going well then.”

 

“Quite well.” She nodded and adjusted her hold on Sandy, “Well, I’m going to get going traffic is going to be murder and with all the southie tourists coming up, the wrecks are gonna be all over, especially with the snow.” Laurel walked into the garage after kissing Stuart.

 

“I want a bottle!” Sandy kicked and whined as she was strapped into her car seat

 

“After your appointment.” She smiled as she turned the car on and pulled out of the garage.



 

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The drive from the suburbs scenic thanks to the dusting of snow that the area was getting and of course that meant wrecks all along the highway. Currently Laurel was stuck waiting for the police to clear the road of a flipped car. Laurel spied an over bundled Amazon couple arguing with a little in a ski jacket. The little gestured to the flipped car a few times, clearly it was his car. As the time grew Sandy’s whining grew louder and louder, eventually Laurel was at her wits end.

 

“Let’s see how much I can get away with.” Laurel sighed as she dug in the glove compartment for a special tag. Laurel soon found the tag and hung it on the rearview mirror. The tag designated the car as containing a Bureau director and gave the vehicle special privileges. All it took was to get an officer’s attention and Laurel’s car was soon slowly moving through the accident scene.

 

“Thank goodness for these tags.” Laurel smiled as she put the tag away after putting some distance between her and the accident site.

 

The rest of the drive was uneventful and they soon pulled into a small plaza. Laurel unbuckled the whining little before sticking an inflater in the girl’s mouth and inflating it, “You might be cute, but you are loud too.” She smiled as she carried Sandy into a doctor’s office that was abandoned save for a single Amazon working the check in counter.

 

“Crimson for Dr.Kulp.” Laurel smiled as she signed in.

 

“Go on in, exam room ten. I will notify the doctor that you have arrived.” She said as she scribbled something down on a clipboard.

 

Laurel nodded and thanked the receptionist before walking out of the waiting room and down a hallway before coming upon the assigned examination room and entering it.

 

Sandy was complaining the entire time, but due to the gag in her mouth all that came out were muffled sounds. She had been laid down in an exam table that had bars on it, it was basically a crib with a plastic mattress that had some paper on it.

 

“So, you are the reason I had to open on Festivus eve.” An Amazon in a lab coat with a stethoscope around his neck smiled as he entered the exam room, “Laurel, always good to see you.”

 

“Good to see you too Stephan.” She nodded.

 

“So, this is little Sandy then, hmmmm?” He sat down on a rolling stool and dropped on side of the exam table’s bars, “Mind if I take her pacifier and onesie off” he gesture to the

 

“Go ahead, but she is craving milk so she will be whiny.” She said as she sat down in a chair.

 

“Oh trust me, I can deal with a whiny little.” He smiled as he removed the jacket onesie first before deflating the pacifier and removing it.

 

“I WANT MILKIE!” Sandy yelled the second the pacifier was removed.

 

“See what I mean? She is seriously craving it.” laurel sighed, “Problem is, we only just got her yesterday. She should not be hooked that quickly.

 

“Well.” The doctor used his stethoscope to hear Sandy’s heart.

 

“COLD!” Sandy yelped as the cold metal made contact with her chest.

 

“I’m sorry sweetie.” He cooed as he turned to Laurel, “Well, your milk’s K94 quotient is quite high. However, even with your levels being as high as they are, that would not explain her becoming dependant on it, unless….”

 

“Unless what?”

 

“Unless, she was an addict. I’ve noticed that littles who were once addicted to narcotics quickly become dependant on Amazon milk and as you know when a little body craves K94 it will enter a state similar to this.” The doctor said as he looked at Sandy’s tattoo on her shoulder, “Was she military?”

 

“Yes, she served with Michelle.” Laurel nodded still trying to comprehend what the doctor just said.

 

“I’ve seen this is a few of candidates that were brought through here.” He looked down at Sandy, “Say, awwwwwwww, sweetie. I promise you will get your milk soon.”

 

“Awwwwwwwww.” Sandy giggled a bit as she opened her mouth for the doctor.

 

“Throat looks good. now for the fun part.” He turned to Laurel, I’d suggest holding her tightly. I will be back in a few minutes.” Dr. Kulp sighed before leaving the room.

 

Laurel sighed and picked up sandy, “You are being a very good girl Sandy, just a few more minutes before you get your milkies I promise.” Laurel's mind was swimming with the revelation that Sandy may have been an addict. Laurel thought back to the day before when Sandy asked if her medication was habit forming, it all made sense now. Laurel came from a military background so she could understand the stress of military life, yet she never saw combat so should could never truly understand what Sandy had gone through.

 

Soon Dr.Kulp entered the room flanked by a pair of nurses, “Alright Sandy, we are just going to do a little procedure and then you can have your milkies, how does that sound?”

 

“I want milkies!” Sandy squirmed in Laurel’s grip as one of the nurses examined the little’s right arm.

 

“I got a decent vein right here doctor.” The nurse said before wiping the area with an alcohol wipe as the other one tied a tourniquet around the top of Sandy’s arm.

 

“Too tight!’ Sandy complained.

 

“It's just for a minute Sandy.” Dr. Kulp said as he hid the needle from Sandy for as long as he could, “So are you excited for your first Festivus?”

 

“Hu huh.” Sandy nodded.

 

“Why don’t you tell Dr. Kulp where you are going next month?” Laurel rubbed Sandy’s back to try and calm her down.

 

“Oh? You have a trip coming up?” Dr. Kulp smiled as he prepared.

 

“Uh huh.” Sandy nodded, “Daddy is taking Michelle and I too Earth!”

 

“Oh wow! I’m jealous, I’ve never been to Earth. You’ll have to tell me all about it when you get back.” Kulp motioned one of the nurses to distract Sandy with a stuffed toy while the other one held Sandy’s right arm still.

 

“Uh huh!” Sandy smiled as she looked at the toy, oblivious to what was about to happen, “It’s really pretty there.”

 

“I bet it is.” Dr. Kulp said as he gently inserted the syringe and started to draw blood from Sandy, “What are you going to do while you’re there?”

 

“I dunno.” Sandy said, her eyes were focused on the toy. She could feel the pinch from the needle and every part of her body was demanding that she cry out in pain, but one part of her was keeping her from doing that.

 

“But you’re still excited for the trip huh?” he smiled as he removed the syringe and applied a band aid, “All done.”

 

“Uh huh!” She smiled as the touriquit was removed from her arm. It was then that she started to tear up, “Mommy! My arm hurts!” Sandy held up her right arm to show Laurel.

 

“Uh oh!” Laurel smiled, “I think your arm needs some kisses.” Laurel gently kissed the little’s arm, “There we go, feeling better.”

 

Sandy nodded a bit, “uh huh. Can I have my milkies now?”

 

“Of course you can sweetie.” She smiled as the medical staff left the room. Laurel quickly took her sweater and undershirt off before starting to nurse Sandy, “After this I was thinking that we could do some Festivus shopping. You still need to get Daddy and Michelle their gifts.” Laurel said as Sandy drank herself to capacity.



 

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Stuart smiled as Michelle waddled around the backyard as she played with Buster. The Golden Retriever loved playing with Michelle and Stuart often caught the two of them cuddled up next to the fireplace on the days that he had decided to light it. The prep work for the party had been hell, but Stuart always did love a good challenge. However, he was convinced that the host selection was rigged given that this was the second year in a row he was chosen to host. After checking his watch he saw that it was nearly two in the afternoon! Laurel and Sandy should have been back by now. Just as he was reaching for his phone Laurel walked out the sliding glass backdoor with Sandy in her arms.

 

“We are home.” Laurel smiled as she saw Michelle having fun in the snow, “Sandy got her blood work down and we got some presents. I will get the girl’s changed into their party outfits because we all know Liza likes to arrive early.” She said as a chime echoed through the house, “Speak of the devil.”

 

Sandy saw Michelle’s face turn from a rosy pink to a pale pink as she heard the doorbell.

 

END OF CHAPTER

Chapter 11



 

    Director Liza Scapti, all seventeen feet of her strode through the doorway past Stuart. Her shoulder length platinum white hair shimmering as it brushed against her red cocktail dress, a fur coat was draped over her. Behind her was her husband, Daniel strode in wearing a simple polo shirt and carrying a light  blue diaper bag and matching bundle in his arms, a little.

 

“Stuart, Laurel, y’all are looking well this afternoon.” Liza smiled as she set her coat on the nearby rack.

 

“Why thank you Director.” Laurel smiled as she adjusted her hold on Sandy.

 

Sandy’s eyes were still a bit cloudy. The last thing she remembered was wanting milk and the next thing she knew she was strapped into a shopping cart as Laurel browsed a toy store for a gift for Michelle. The gap in her memory disturbed her, what the hell did they do to her?

 

“This little thing must be Sandy.” Liza walked over to Laurel and looked down at the little, “So much trouble in such a small package, but then again that is essentially what littles are.” She chuckled, “Glad to see that she is where she belongs.” Liza smiled before taking the bundle from Daniel, “I can’t wait to introduce Thomas to his new friend.” Liza smiled as she held the bundle close to her.

 

“Laurel, why don't you go get the girls into their dresses while I make Liza and Daniel comfortable.” Stuart smiled as he shut the front door before walking over to the sliding glass back door and opening it, “Buster, Michelle come in.” Stuart called out. Buster ran right in and sat himself right next to the fire. Michelle was less inclined to end her play time.

 

“Five more minutes!” The little whined and sat down in the snow with her arms crossed.

 

“You know it's almost time for the party dear. Now come inside so mommy and put you and Sandy into your party dresses.” Stuart sighed and stepped out onto the porch, the wind causing his apron to flutter.

 

“No! I am not coming in! I hate the stupid party!” Michelle stuck her tongue out and stayed in the snow.

 

Stuart sighed and rubbed his temples. He did not need the added stress of trying to deal with a little that wanted to keep playing in the snow, “Michelle, if you come in and behave like a good girl, I will let you stay up and watch a scary movie.” Stuart sighed, this was not his usual style, he was always more vinegar than honey but he didn’t have time for vinegar, he had his boss to entertain.

 

“With popcorn?” Michelle retracted her tongue, Stuart had her attention.

 

“Yes, that special popcorn that you love so much.” Stuart grimace slightly at the mention of the popcorn. Laurel had bought it from a vendor at a street fair last month. The combination of chocolate, caramel, and salt was repulsive the minute it touched Stuart’s tongue. It was revolting to him and Laurel, yet for some reason Michelle loved it.

 

“Popcorn and a soda!” Michelle tried pushing her luck.

 

“No dice. If you have a soda then you won’t be able to go to bed and you will be cranky during Festivus. You don’t wanna be cranky during Festivus do you?”

 

Michelle shook her head, “No! I don’t wanna be cranky on Festivus.”

 

“Then come inside so mommy can make you all pretty.” Stuart was at the end of his rope but he wasn’t showing it.

 

“Okay.” Michelle sighed before waddling through the snow to the concrete slab patio.

 

“Good girl.” Stuart smiled and helped her take her orange puffer coat off before sending her waddling towards Laurel and Sandy.

 

Laurel smiled at Michelle and picked her up, “You little rascal.” She kissed Michelle’s forehead as she walked up the stairs. Sandy was dumbfounded at the exchange she just witnessed. She was expecting Stuart to throw the hammer down and make Michelle come in rather than making a deal with her.

 

“I wanna play in the snow tomorrow!” Michelle rested her head on Laurel’s shoulder, pressing her face into Laurel’s neck.

 

“We will see about that.” Laurel shivered slightly, “Your face is cold.” She kissed Michelle as she entered the nursery.

 

Just as they entered the nursery Sandy felt something deep inside her as she saw laurel showering Michelle with affection, something she has not felt in a long time: jealousy.


 

It started slowly and quietly, a soft sound from the back of Sandy’s throat to try and get laurel’s attention and when that didn’t work Sandy increased the volume. Sandy knew what she was doing what childish, yet for some reason it felt right to try and get Laurel’s attention away from Michelle.

 

“What's wrong sweetie?”  Laurel cooed quickly set Michelle down on the soft carpeting before devoting her attention to Sandy, “Are you wet?” Laurel said before laying Sandy down on the changing table and getting her out of her fur lined jacket onesie, “You don't seem to be that wet, maybe a little damp but nothing warranting a changing.” Laurel frowned, “Are you hungry again already?”

 

Sandy blushed and looked away from Laurel, “No… I’m not that hungry.” Her mind suddenly catching up with her body, the need for attention suddenly turning into embarrassment for what she did.

 

“Then what did you want?” Laurel looked down at the little, whose long black hair was splayed about on the changing table.

 

“Attention.” Sandy blushed even more, “I’m sorry.”

 

Laurel couldn’t help but laugh, “You are just the sweetest little in the world.” Laurel picked the girl up and held Sandy close, “Its fine, littles need lots of attention. It's only natural to want what you need.”

 

Sandy couldn’t help but smile as she was held, the soft beating of Laurel’s heart soothed her and made her feel at peace, that was until she could hear Michelle making the same noises she was making earlier.

 

“Uh oh, I think someone wants attention too.” Laurel slowly sat down so that both of the littles could sit in her lap, “I will tell both of you this right now. Daddy and I love both of you and we always will.” She kissed both girls on the head, “Michelle, I know you don’t get along with the other littles and Sandy, I know that you are nervous about meeting them for the first time.”

 

“That's not true!” Sandy blurted out right into Laurel’s breasts, however, Laurel was right. Sandy was very nervous about meeting other littles, so far Michelle was the only other diapered little that she knew. She had only been Stuart and Laurel’s little for less than a week, yet she felt loved here, more love than she ever felt with her parents back on Earth, yet part of her was saying that what was going on was wrong and that she could try to escape, but there was another side of her that was saying the opposite: that she should embrace her new life and life with Stuart, Laurel, and Michelle for the rest of time.

 

Laurel smiled and slowly layed down on her back so that the two girls could both fit on her stomach, this was Laurel’s favorite position to be in. When she was like this she didn’t have a care in the world aside from the two littles on her chest. There were days when she felt like she was at her wits end with how tiresome her job as a military analyst for Libertality’s largest news organization was, but whenever Laurel returned home and saw Michelle’s smiling face, she could feel the day’s stress melt away as she cradled the little in her arms. Occasionally she had regrets about not having any biological children of her own, but that no longer happened. Now she had two littles that she could love and hold, she had not a care in the world right now. She didn’t care about the party, right now all that was on her mind were her littles.



 

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Laurel had no idea how long she laid with the girl’s on her chest, all she knew that she was happy, she may have also fallen asleep along with the girls. When Laurel did wake up Stuart was entering the nursery.

 

“There you are.” He smiled and picked the two sleeping littles up, “You three sleep well?”

 

“It was amazing.” Laurel smiled as she stood up and stretched.

 

“Good, everyone else is here and the pen has been set up for the littles.” Stuart smiled and cradled both of the girls.

 

“I thought we were doing two play pens to keep conflict down.” Martha crossed her arms.

 

“That was the plan, but Julieta brought some prototype thing she calls the Infinite Playpen. It is basically just a bunch of expanding fences connected together in order to turn the entire living room into a playpen. More room, less conflict” Stuart smiled, “It is going to be the most peaceful Festivus party ever.”

 

“Or the loudest.” Laurel sighed, “Keeping the girls seperate from the others while we are having dinner is the practical solution, not some prototype playpen that Julieta whipped up. She is a genius yes, but she can also be quite scatterbrained at times, especially when her little is involved.” Laurel opened the nursery door, “I’m gonna change, put the girl’s in their party dresses and take them down. “ Laurel sighed and shut the door behind her.

 

Stuart sighed and looked down at the sleeping littles, “Hey you two time to wake up.” He smiled and walked towards the crib before gently setting the two of them down.

 

“Daddy?” Michelle yawned as she rubbed her eyes and looked around. Stuart was looking through the closet.

 

“Yes dear?” Stuart smiled as he pulled out two frilly party dresses, one orange and one pink.

 

“Do I have to go down there? Can’t I just stay up here?” She sighed

 

“No you can’t.” Stuart set the dresses on a lower shelf of the changing table before picking Michelle up and feeling her diaper, “Alright, so a diaper change and a party dress.” Stuart kissed Michelle’s cheek, “Remember, you have been such a good girl lately, keep it up and you may get more scary movies.” He set her down on the changing table and went to work cleaning her up.

 

“But the other littles are such jerks! They hate me!” Michelle kicked a bit out of frustration.

 

Stuart frowned and grabbed Michelle’s ankles, “We do not kick, you should know that.” He said as he wiped the girl’s rear, “They don’t hate you, you just don’t get along with them. It doesn’t mean they hate you.”

 

“Yes it does!” Michelle whined as Stuart generously powdered her behind, “They always bully me!”

 

“Dear, we will be right in the dining room. You will be fine.” Stuart said as he knelt down, “ Lets see, princess, waddler, crawler, or…. immobilizer?”

 

Michelle’s eyes went wide, “You wouldn’t dare!”

 

Stuart couldn’t help but laugh, “Relax, I was just joking.”

 

“That was not funny!” Michelle grumbled and crossed her arms, “Not funny at all!”

 

Stuart ignored Michelle as brought up a decently thick orange and white cloth diaper, “What about this one? You haven’t worn it in quite a long time, I think you will look good in it.” Stuart lifted Michelle’s rear up and slid the cloth diaper under it before bringing the front up and snapping the taps together, “And since you are gonna be in that, you need some plastic pants too.”

 

While Michelle was being diapered Sandy slowly started to wake up, slowly but surely she rose to her feet, using the bars of the crib for support. She could see Michelle being put into her orange party dress, “Daddy?” She yawned loudly, not thinking about what she said.

 

“In a minute sweetie, I’m just about done with your sister.” He smiled as he straightened the dress on Michelle before setting her on the floor, “Alright, let's get you all nice and pretty.” He picked up Sandy, “And you little lady need a diaper change.”

 

“No I don’t!” Sandy blushed, however, her diaper told a different story.

 

“Oh yes I think you do.” He patted her soggy rear which elicited a gasp from the girl.

 

“B-but I don’t wet the bed.” Sandy whimpered as she was laid down on the changing table.

 

“But you just did, its okay dear, you are only a little.” He smiled and started to change her diaper.

 

“R-right, I’m just a little.” She nodded, however, in her mind she was thinking differently, “You do not wet the bed! You are not a little, you are a human!” Sandy dismissed the thoughts and before she knew it she was in a waddler diaper and the pink party dress.

 

“Hmmm, I’m debating whether or not to braid your hair.” Stuart pursed his lips, “Nah, I need to get you two down in time for the show.” He smiled and picked Michelle up before leaving the nursery.

 

“Wait, the show? Sandy looked over at Michelle.

 

“I’ll tell you later.” Michelle grumbled as they descended the stairs.

 

“Look who finally decided to come down.” Stuart called out as he walked down the stairs.

 

The scene that lay before Sandy was straight from the nightmares of many a free little: a group playdate. Six littles, all in cutsie party outfits with either visible diapers or visible diaper bulges. All of the littles save one were in a corral of some sorts, string of folding fences combined with the sectional created an inescapable prison that the sectional looked out on. The second Stuart announced their presence, Sandy could feel all the eyes in the room turn to face her, the girl suddenly became very self conscious about her collar, she had had it on only a day now, yet it felt like it wasn’t even there. Sandy was so busy looking at the littles that she didn’t notice the Amazons sitting on the sectional, she recognized Liza and Martha. Martha was in one of her trademark cashmere sweaters and Liza was bouncing a little in overalls. Sandy could barely look at the other Amazons before she was set down within the corral with Michelle.

 

“Alright, let's go get our drinks and then the show can begin!” Stuart smiled as him and the rest of the Amazons stepped over the fence and went to the kitchen. Liza took the little that she was bouncing.

 

Michelle sighed as she saw the Amazons leave, her attention quickly turned to the five other littles in the playpen. They had grouped together and were whispering amongst themselves, “Sandy, meet the Board of Diapers, minus Thomas.” Sandy pointed to a pair of asian looking girls with matching scarlet and gold dresses, “Those two are Mi and Li, don’t ask me which is which, I don’t know.” The twins stuck their tongues out in synch.

 

“Charming.” Sandy rolled her eyes.

 

“That sorry excuse for a girl is Coco, or as she was formerly known, Michael.” Michelle pointed to a little dolled up in a frilly pink lace dress with flowing brown ringlets and a pacifier between her lips.

 

“Doesn’t look too bad.” Sandy smiled, however, her smile was met with a scowl from the dolled up little.

 

“That’s Kimberly.” Michelle gestured to the only other little that she recognized, Kimberly was dressed up nearly identical to when Sandy first saw her.

 

“Kim, do you wear any other outfits?” Sandy raised an eyebrow. Kimberly looked like she was going to answer but remained silent.

 

“Finally, that little trouble maker is Louis.” Michelle crossed her arms.

 

“Oh, I’m the trouble maker?” The little that Michelle called Louis chuckled. He was dressed in a polo shirt and jeans that had a clear diaper bulge, “At least I’m not wearing a collar, none of us are that stupid.”

 

Michelle growled and turned to Sandy, “See what I have to deal with?” She sighed and sat against the sectional, “So lemme prep you for what is about to happen. Remember all that work we saw Daddy put into making dinner tonight?”

 

“Yeah, it looks really good.” Sandy smiled as she thought about all the food.

 

“There is one spot open at that table and we are fighting for it!”  Michelle smiled as Sandy sat next to her.

 

“Excuse me?” Sandy was confused, why would she be fighting for a spot at the table? Surely the Amazons wouldn’t let them starve, right?

 

“The show, it goes on at every directorate party. It's basically a cute off, we all put on an act and try and be the cutest, because the cutest gets the seat. It used to be that there were two seats up, but that was before it was decided that Thomas always got a seat.” Michelle grumbled the last part.

 

“W-what happens if we don’t win a seat?” Sandy looked past Michelle at the group of littles whispering to themselves.

 

“We get the jars of little food.” She shook her head, “Disgusting, it tastes like crap!”

 

“So, we need to win the show then? We can both get the seat?” Sandy smiled at the prospect of eating all the food that she saw Stuart preparing.

 

“I dunno, the only other pair was Mi and Li.” Michelle leaned in and whispered, “But they never win, Thomas’ mommy and daddy think they are creepy.”   

 

Sandy couldn’t help but giggle at the statement, however, her giggles quickly disappeared as the Amazons took their places on the sectional. Sandy and Michelle soon found themselves in between the legs of Stuart and Laurel.

 

“Go and sit near the other littles you two.” Stuart smiled, a bottle of beer in his hand. Sandy looked up and saw wine glasses or beer bottles in the hands of almost every single Amazon. Thomas was sitting in the lap of his daddy who was drinking from a can of soda.

 

“Come on Sandy.”  Michelle sighed and started to crawl towards the assembled littles in the middle of the corral.

 

Sandy followed Michelle and joined the group of littles. She could see the Amazons drinking and enjoying themselves, “Michelle, what do we do?” She said as her breath started to quicken.

 

“Just uh, just play along.” Michelle whispered as Stuart stood up in front of the other Amazons.

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Directorate and their families. Welcome to the annual Festivus party!” Stuart smiled and waited for Liza to stop cheering, “As with every holiday party, as the host of this party it is my privilege to announce the start of The Show! However, this time we have a new contestant, the newest addition to my family, Sandy Crimson.” Stuart smiled at his two littles, “Now, as is tradition the hosts’ littles go first, folks, I present to you, the Crimson Littles!” Stuart smiled and took his seat on the couch.

 

“Come on, it's our set.” Michelle sighed and guided Sandy as they waddled to the area in front of the couch, “I really should have been preparing for this when I was playing in the snow.”

 

Sandy looked up at the faces of the Amazons, all laughing and smiling. Suddenly Sandy found herself not in front of the Amazons, she wasn’t even on Amazonia, she was back on Earth, at Bay Acres Elementary school. She was six, it was the school play, Springtime in Winter. She was a sunflower, all dressed to fit the part complete with headpiece. She was nervous as her que came up, when it was time she walked out onto the stage and looked out on the audience, scanning the crowd for her parents in their suits, all she saw were two empty chairs among a sea of blank faces. She started to cry for her mother and could feel her crotch growing warm before she was ushered off the stage by her teacher.

 

Michelle was all ready to improv some cutesy stuff that she knew Amazons just adored. Just before she started Sandy burst into tears and started to call for her mommy, “Sandy? Are you okay?” She whispered.

 

“I want my mommy!” She cried as she looked around trying to find her mother.

 

Michelle sighed and hugged Sandy, “Sandy, Sandy. Sandy, look at me.” Michelle couldn’t help but steal glimpses at the Amazons, they seemed concerned, Laurel looked like she was about to go comfort Sandy.

 

“M-michelle?” Sandy rubbed her eyes.

 

“That's right, I’m right here Sandy.” Michelle smiled and rubbed Sandy’s back just as Laurel had done for her hundreds of times.

 

“Did I ever tell you have have really bad stage fright.” Sandy chuckled a bit.

 

“You big dolt.” She smiled as she touched her forehead to Sandy’s and kept hugging Sandy.

 

“Very good girls.” Stuart smiled as Laurel quickly set her wine glass on the table and picked the two girls up.

 

“Its okay Sandy, its okay.” She cooed as she sat back down before holding them close to her heart, “Its okay, Mommy is here.”

 

“Next up is the second double act, The Twins!” Stuart smiled and nodded to the two littles.

 

“I’m sorry Michelle, I ruined our chances.” She sighed as she rubbed her eyes more. She could just barely make out the twins doing some little cutsie dance routine.

 

“It's fine, the little food isn’t that bad.” Michelle smiled and kissed Sandy’s forehead. The rest of the acts came and went until all that was left was to decide who won.

 

“Alright everyone, time to vote. First off, the Crimsons.” Stuart smiled and raised his hand along with five other Amazons.

 

“Come on! The twins had such a good routine this year!” Dr. Steel grumbled.

 

“Yeah, but they are so fucking creepy!” Liza giggled, “Besides, that was adorable! Who doesn’t find little love cute as hell!”

 

“Language dear.” Daniel sighed and covered Thomas’ ears.

 

“Well the, given that the majority have voted for my adorable littles, they win!” Stuart smiled, “Now, girls, you have to decide who is going to eat with us.”

 

“You should go Sandy. You got us the win.” Michelle smiled.

 

“No, you go. You deserve after all you have done for me. I refuse to take the seat.” Sandy smiled back as she wiped the last few tears away.

 

Laurel smiled and set Sandy down in the corral, “That was very nice of you Sandy.” Laurel smiled.

 

“Alright everyone, let's go eat!” Stuart smiled and led the group of Amazons with the two littles into the kitchen where the table was set and the Crimson’s two highchairs were set up.

 

Sandy sighed as the Amazons left the living room leaving her in the corral with the rest of The Board of Diapers, who quickly moved towards her. “Back off.” She frowned and sat against the couch.

 

Louis frowned, “Why the hostility? Michelle has poisoned your mind against us hasn’t she?”

 

“Shut up, you hate us!” Sandy grumbled as they surrounded her.

 

“Why would we hate you?” The twins answered in unison.

 

“Because we came from Earth, that's why you hate Michelle.” Sandy balled her fists in preparation for what could happen.

 

“We don’t hate her because she is from Earth, we hate that she has been brainwashed into loving the Amazons.” Louis crossed his arms, “The Amazons aren’t as amazing as you think, we are all examples of that.”

 

“What do you mean? Michelle isn’t brainwashed!” Sandy shook her head.

 

“Oh is she? Mi, Li, show her.” Louis sighed as the twins waddled up to Sandy and lifted the back of their hair to expose tattoos on the nape. One said Mi, the other said Li. “See, their Amazon got them tattooed to tell which one is which!”

 

“So?” Sandy started to tear up again.

 

“Look at Micheal over there!” Louis pointed to the little known as Coco, “He didn’t want to be a girl! His Amazons wanted a girl but the waitlist for one was too long, so you know what they did? They adopted a little in Galice and had them make him a girl! Just because they couldn't wait and didn’t want to try and hunt one.”

 

“H-hunt?” Sandy whimpered.

 

“Yeah, hunt. That's when an Amazon forces one of us littles off the streets and into littlehood. I was a college student about to graduate from the top college in this damn country. But during winter break I got a bit tipsy and fell into a puddle. Bitch used that as an excuse to forcibly adopt me!”

 

“No! Littles have rights in Libertality!” Sandy shook her head. She had finally found somewhere where she was loved and yet it was just an illusion, no, she was loved here!

 

“Yeah, we do now. But a few years ago, not as much. There were still hunting laws on the books! Those got repealed recently, we know because the Amazons got pretty mad about them getting removed. The paradise that the Amazons advertise is not the product. Tell her Kim.” Louis sighed and looked at Kimberly.

 

“It’s true.” Kim sighed.

 

“No! Martha seems like one of the nicest people ever!” Sandy shook her head more.

 

“Up until the point where she thinks I’ve talked too much and puts a silencer pacifier in my mouth, or when she thinks I’ve been up too much and straps me into my crib, or when she thinks I haven’t used my diapers enough so she gives me an enema!” Kim whimpered and started to tear up.

 

“So you see Sandy.” Louis waddled up to her and put his hand on her shoulder, “We don’t hate Michelle, we want to save her.”

 

Sandy’s tears started to dribble down her cheek as Louis and the other littles tried to break down per perception of the world where she was loved, the world where she finally felt happy after ages of just surviving, “No! You are just jealous!” Sandy started to cry and held her knees close to her chest, “YOU JUST WANT MOMMY AND DADDY FOR YOURSELFS” She screamed causing the other littles to jump back.

 

“Whats going on?” Laurel frowned as she walked out of the dining room and into the living room. The sight of Sandy in the position she was in triggered the Amazon’s mothering instincts, “Shame on you all! You need to be nice to Sandy, especially since she is new. Your mommies and daddies will be very disappointed in you!” Laurel frowned as she picked up the crying mess that was Sandy and carried her into the kitchen.

 

“What happened?” Liza looked up from her plate of turkey.

 

“I don’t know. I saw the rest of the littles surrounding Sandy and she was crying her poor eyes out. They must have been angry that she and Michelle won the show.” Laurel sat down in her seat and next to Michelle’s high chair and started to calm Sandy down, “Its okay sweetie, how about some milkie, you like milkie huh?”

 

Sandy nodded as she nuzzled her face into Laurel’s breast, “uh huh, milkie.”

 

Laurel adjusted her dress so that Sandy could nurse as she ate her dinner, “There we go, good girl.”

 

“Laurel, was Kimberly a part of that?” Martha frowned

 

“I think so, but I can’t say for certain.” Laurel shrugged as she went back to eating.

 

“Well I think someone will be getting an enema tonight unless I really like her explantation.” Martha frowned and drank some of her water.

 

“So Daniel, how is the new portal coming along?” Stuart smiled as he took a swig from his beer bottle.

 

“Well, the probes have found several promising dimensions, however, establishing diplomatic relations with these worlds seems unlikely as they have yet to move past primitive city states, but there is massive potential in my opinion.” Daniel smiled before wiping a bit of mashed potatoes off of Thomas’ face.  

 

“So that means we will be getting more littles?” Stuart smiled.

 

“Oh yes, if we do our procurement properly we should have a very good supply of littles. If we are lucky we can have them revere us as gods and offer up their own as sacrifices, however, an in depth review of their societies would need to be conducted prior to anything of the sort.

 

Liza smiled, “Everyone, I’d like to make a toast.” Liza raised her glass, “To The Bureau!”

 

“To The Bureau!” The rest of the Amazons raised their glasses.


 

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Stuart smiled as the party started to wrap up, aside from the incident just after they had started eating everything went smoothly, all the plates had been cleaned and put in the sink, the leftovers were put away, and Michelle and Sandy were snoozing away in their crib. Now all that was left was to explain his actions regarding the girls and Rainbow to his wife.

 

“Hey Liza, Julieta, can you come here for a sec, I need your help to explain Rainbow and the girls to Laurel.” Stuart sighed as he braced himself.

 

“Sure.” Liza walked over to Laurel, “Laurel, as you know Rainbow is our bath of littles we use for R&D purposes, right?”

 

“Yes, and I saw that Stuart had signed the girls up to be a part of that group.” She crossed her arms.

 

“Yes, well Stuart wanted…. Some custom work done and unfortunately what he wanted was not entirely…. Legal.” Liza looked down as Julieta took an SD card case from her purse.

 

“Here you go Stuart.” She handed the case to Stuart who quickly opened it and examined the SD card inside.  

 

“What is that?” Laurel frowned.

 

“An early Festivus gift.” Stuart smiled and handed it to Laurel, “You always said that you regretted not having an kids of your own, well with this we can.”

 

“Stuart, I don't understand.” Laurel looked at the case with confusion.

 

“Hypnotic suggestion.” Liza smiled, “Illegal under nearly every circumstance, except R&D for exportation to other countries, thus warrenting the girls be put into Rainbow, because this is technically an R&D project.”

 

“That makes sense, I guess.” Laurel had no idea what they were saying and just said that so she move on, “So what do we do?”

 

“Well.” Julieta smiled, “Just slot this into any mobile’s SD slot and it will implant the commands into the girls as they sleep. Now, the commands will essentially change the girls’ mindsets. I programed the following into the commands: Infant, toddler, grade school, high school, college, and reset. Rest assured that the girls’ personalities will not be changed in anyway, shape, or form. All that changes is their mindset.”

 

Laurel was stunned, “I-I don’t know what to say.”

 

“Your welcome.” Liza smiled as she put her fur coat back on, “Happy Festivus.” She said before walking out the door.

 

“Happy Festivus.” Julieta nodded as she followed Liza.


 

“Well? Do you like it?” Stuart smiled nervously.

 

“I don’t like that you went behind my back to get it. You could have just told me.” Laurel sighed.

 

“But where is the surprise in that?” Stuart smiled.

 

Laurel smiled back, “I love it. Happy Festivus you loveable rock you.”

 

“Happy Festivus dear.” Stuart smiled and kissed Laurel.

 

“By the way, for going behind my back like you did, you are on diaper detail all day tomorrow.”

 

END OF CHAPTER

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Yep I knew it was to good to be true and I really wanted to like them for a second but god are these Amazon’s monsters. There’s no love in destroying someone to build them up the way you want them. But I suppose since it’ is a military state basically. It’s an interesting thing but I’m not keen on this out look. Wonderful chapter by the way I’m whole heartedly invested and just hoping there’s some way to win this for poor sandy. 

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Can't believe I got my hopes up that there weren't any sinister ulterior motives here on the part of the Crimson family and of Libertality in general...

 

In other news, I managed to come up on my own with a reasonable set of equations. For Amazons of a 10-ft. height like what's seen in most fics, you go '[Little's height] x 0.6 = [Perceived Amazon equivalent-height]'. For the 15-footers used in this story, go '[Little's Height] divided by 2.5 = [Perceived Amazon equivalent-height].' Meaning, somebody who's 5'10" would be the equivalent size of 42 inches, the size of an Amazon 4-year-old, for the former, but for the huge Amazons here they'd be the equivalent of ~28-29 inches, the size of a nine-month-old.

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which makes the oxygen standpoint make more sense in this dimension. we really wouldn’t change height as much going to theirs that actually makes it even more imposing in my mind. 

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It took long enough to get caught up with this story. I am loving it! I do have to point out a few things when it comes to the Marines. I am a retired Marine. Actually I only served for 15 years before I was medically retired. I was a Gunny though. I had been selected for Master Sergeant but was put out before I was actually promoted. A NCO is a Corporal or Sergeant. And Staff Sergeant on up are Staff Noncommissioned Officers or SNCO’s. One easy way to see the distinction is with the Dress Blue uniform. When you complete basic training you become a Marine and can wear the Eagle Globe and Anchor or the Marine Corps Emblem. Then when you become a NCO you earned the blood stripe, the scarlet stripe on the blue trousers. Then when you become a SNCO you earned the Marine Corps emblem on the waistplate. When you are promoted in the Marine Corps your rank insignia is “pinned on”. All personnel of equal or higher rank get to punch you in the shoulder where the chevrons are sewn to the uniform. When you become a NCO your blood stripe is “pinned on” with a knee to the thigh. When you become a SNCO the smaller metal chevrons are used. These are normally pinned to the collar of the utility uniform. When these are being pinned on the backing is left off and the chevrons are slapped by everyone of equal or higher rank. The result is two chevrons stuck into the collarbone. The same happens when you earn your jump wings and you get those after your 5th successful jump. Those are stuck in the chest. Your unit was pretty far off as well but I have gone on long enough for now. I will saw I was very happy to give this a like and I am really looking forward to reading more. 

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Chapter 12

 

    Sandy was having a nice dream for once. She was walking through a serene forest, birds were chirping and bees were buzzing around as they went from flower to flower. She could run her hand through the grass and feel the newly formed dew. Suddenly, her world started to shake and she fell onto the ground that was suddenly mushy. She could hear a loud voice echoing through the dream.

 

    “Sandy! Wake up! Sandy!” Michelle’s voice cut through the idyllic sounds of the dream as the landscape shook more and more until everything went black. 

 

“Mitch, for the love of the corps, be quiet.” Sandy groaned as her eyes fluttered open. Michelle was leaning over her and shaking her. Sandy furrowed her brow and grabbed the pillow her head was resting on before pushing into Michelle’s face pushing her back onto her padded rear.

 

“But it’s Festivus!” Michelle exclaimed as she hoisted herself up onto her feet with the help of the crib bars, “We get presents, and yummy food, and presents! Did I mention we get presents?!” Sandy hadn’t seen Michelle this excited since they were informed their unit was being rotated out of occupation duties and being sent home. 

 

“Yes you did, several times in fact.” Sandy sighed as she felt her diaper, it was totally soaked, “What the hell?” Sandy sighed as she sat up with her back resting on the backboard, “This is the most I’ve ever wet in my sleep since coming here. It's only been a few days.” Sandy sighed as looked at Michelle. Sandy was becoming just like Michelle and she couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not. 

 

“Where is  mommy and daddy?” Michelle whined loudly, “I wanna open my presents!” She pouted as she placed her hands on the railing of the crib.

 

“Mitch, cool your burners.” Sandy sighed as she grabbed a blanket and wrapped herself in it, “They will get us when they are ready for us and I guarantee you that if you try and do what I think you are about to do, it will not end well for you and you know that.” She sighed as she Michelle trying to get a leg up on the railing, “Mitch…” Sandy sighed, she could feel the vibrations from her mommy and daddy coming up the stairs from the crib. As Sandy was starting to feel the vibrations Michelle had just managed to get a leg onto the railing of the crib, whether or not she could actually hoist herself up was another story.

 

“I want my presents!” Michelle pouted as she  struggled to get her body over the railing. At this point the vibrations were getting closer and closer. 

 

“Mitch, why do I always gotta be the one to pull your ass from the fire.” She sighed and lunged for Michelle’s other leg and pulled her back into the crib. Michelle fell right onto Sandy just as the door opened.

 

“Good morning girls!” Laurel cooed as she entered the nursery with a mug of coffee in her hands and spied the two girls in a tangle pile in the crib, “Looks like you two had a goodnight’s sleep.” She smiled. The Amazon was dressed in a red flannel bathrobe with matching slippers, “Looks like both of you need your diapers changed. Lucky for me, daddy will be on diaper duty today.” Laurel smirked a bit towards her husband and took a sip from her coffee.

 

Stuart sighed a bit as he took a long sip from his coffee before handing it off to his wife. The head of security was dressed in a fluffy pink bathrobe with matching bunny slippers, on the right breast the bathrobe had the inscription, “Real men wear pink.” Stuart stretched a bit and picked Michelle up, “Alright Pumpkin pants, lets get you ready to open your presents.” 

 

“Presents now!” Michelle whined as she squirmed in the Amazon’s hands.

 

Stuart groaned, as he tried to control Michelle, the slightly dark circles under his eyes evidence of a very late night, “Michelle, I promise that you will get to open your presents after I get you into a fresh diaper.” Stuart carried the girl over to the changing table, “If you don’t behave then I’m getting the cuffs out!” Stuart raised his voice ever so slightly.

 

“I don’t want the cuffs.” Michelle whimpered, “I just want my presents.” Michelle pouted and stretched as she was laid on the changing table.

 

Stuart sighed as he got the changing supplies ready, “I know you are very excited dear. You are both very excited to tear into the presents that daddy spent all night wrapping, with no help from mommy!” Stuart made sure that Laurel could hear the last part.

 

Laurel rolled her eyes, “You are such a drama queen.” She smiled as she walked over to the crib and looked down at Sandy, “Sleep well Sandy?” 

 

Sandy nodded and stretched, “Yeah, I was actually having a nice dream, until someone decided to wake me up.” She said as she squirmed a bit, her diaper was getting to be a bit uncomfortable, “Can I have a change please?” 

 

Laurel nodded, “Once daddy is done changing Michelle then you will get your change dear.” She took a sip from her coffee, “I promise that the wait is going to be well worth it.” She said as Stuart started to change Michelle, “Stuart, go ahead and put her in a crawler with a stuffer please, we don’t need her diving right into the presents after all.” 

 

“Yes dear.” Stuart nodded as he pulled the correct diaper and stuff out from the changing table shelves and set them next to Michelle. Michelle offered up a few complaints but it was all for nought as she was soon in the crawler diaper and long sleeved onesie. Stuart set Michelle on the carpeted floor and walked back to the crib.

 

“Change please.” Sandy blushed a bit as she reached up. As her daddy picked her up she snuggled into his fluffy bathrobe.

 

“Such a polite little girl.” He smiled and set her down on the changing table, “Because you are such a good girl you get just a waddler diaper.” Stuart said as he easily untaped Sandy’s diaper and started to wipe her down.

 

“Thank you.” Sandy sighed as she rested her head on the changing table’s pillow. She barely watched Staurt as he lifted her legs up and folded up the soaked diaper, all of her attention was focused on Michelle trying and failing to stand up. Sandy couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the antics of her friend. She was so absorbed in watching Michelle she barely noticed that Stuart had powdered and diapered her. What she did notice was him dressing her in a matching long sleeved onesie.

 

“There we go, two clean littles all ready for present time.” He smiled and picked up Sandy and set her on his hip with one hand holding her and the other hand holding his mug, “Laurel, can you grab Michelle?” 

 

Laurel nodded as she picked the little up and held her identical to how Stuart was holding Sandy, “Of course.” She cooed at Michelle as the two Amazons carried the littles out of the nursery and down the stairs. 

 

As soon as the living room came into view Sandy was in complete awe. Almost half of the living room was covered in a sea of wrapped presents. The sea extended out from the festively decorated tree in the corner all the way to the sectional that had four packed stockings on it. All of the stockings except one had a name monogrammed on them. As Sandy looked at the sea of presents, she noticed Buster chewing away on a brand new dog bone on a brand new doggy bed, complete with a bow. A few feet from Buster, the fireplace had a small fire going behind a grate and the television had festive Christmas music from Earth playing. 

 

“Gotta say, Earth music is growing on me.” Laurel smiled as she set her coffee mug down on the coffee table so that she could better hold Michelle who was current trying with all her might to try and get at the presents, “How about I give the girl’s their pills and you get the food, then we can start on presents?” 

 

Stuart nodded and carried Sandy into the kitchen where several large clear cloches of Amazon bite sized food sat on the dining table, “Sandy, can you wait here for Mommy to give you and Michelle your pills while Daddy gets the food ready?” He said as he gently set Sandy down onto the floor.

 

“Yes sir.” She nodded as Laurel brought the struggling Michelle in. 

 

“Good girl.” Stuart smiled and went off to grab another container of food from the fridge. 

 

“Michelle, please!” Laurel sighed, “If you do not start behaving then you will have to watch while Sandy gets to open her presents.” Laurel would never keep the girl from opening her presents, only delay her start by about five minutes or so. However, the threat was enough to get Michelle to calm down, “Good girl.” The Amazon smiled and sent Michelle next to Sandy before digging around in a cabinet and pulling out two pill bottles. She picked a pill out of both of them and set them on the counter. Laurel then got a sippy cup full of water and knelt down to give it to Michelle along with her pill.

 

Michelle quickly swallowed the pill and then drank the water, “Presents now?!” Were the only words out of Michelle’s mouth once she had swallowed the last of her water.

 

Laurel shook her head as she refilled the sippy cup, “No sweetie, you need to wait for Sandy to take her pill.” Laurel knelt back down infront of Sandy, “Here you go sweetie.” 

 

Sandy nodded and took the sippy cup first. She preferred to take her pills with a mouth full of water rather than pill first than water. Soon after she had filled her mouth she took the pill from Laurel and easily swallowed it, “Thank you.” 

 

Laurel nodded and set the sippy cup on the counter before picking up the two littles, “Alright, now we can open presents.” Laurel smiled as she brought the girls over to the sectional. On the coffee table lay a fest of amazon bite sized food. From little blueberry and brown sugar muffins to mini-quiche like things, it all looked amazing. 

 

Michelle could hardly contain herself, the minute she was set down on the couch, she crawled as fast as she could to her monogrammed stocking, her diaper causing a clear bulge through her onesie. Sandy couldn’t help but smile as she watched Michelle crawl to her presents, she couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Michelle with an expression of pure joy on her face. Plus, Sandy didn’t mind looking at Michelle’s rear. 

 

As Michelle got to her stocking, she glanced back at Stuart and Laurel who at this point had cuddled up together on the couch, “Go ahead sweetie, tear into it.” Stuart nodded before picking up a muffin, “You too Sandy, go ahead and start opening your stocking gifts.”

 

Sandy smiled and slowly started to open her stocking stuffers. Looking over at Michelle, the girl was tearing into her gifts, wrapping paper was flying everywhere punctuated by the occasional thank you from Michelle. Sandy smiled and made herself comfortable on the couch before starting to unwrap the stocking gifts.

 

“I'll go get the laundry baskets.” Staurt kissed Laurel before quickly walking down the hall and returning with several laundry baskets. The Amazon set two next to him and Laurel’s seats and one next to each of the littles. 

 

“Thank you!” Sandy smiled as she unwrapped a new bottle. The bottle was tinged pink with pink and white star designs over the glass. While she wasn’t amazingly thrilled with getting a bottle as a present, part of her was actually happy and appreciated the gift. Sandy gently set the bottle down in the basket that served as her present receptacle. 

 

“Big presents now?!” Michelle smiled as she looked up from a pile of wrapping paper and small bags and packages.

 

Laurel rolled her eyes a bit as she opened her own stocking gifts, “You have to wait for everyone else to finish sweetie. Then, mommy and daddy will give presents to you to unwrap, okay?” 

 

Michelle pouted and crossed her arms, “Fine…” She sighed before looking over at Sandy, “Sandy, can I help you with your presents?” 

 

Stuart sighed, “Michelle, let Sandy unwrap her own presents. You chose to go through yours too fast.” He smiled a bit as he unwrapped a new electric pack of shaving gel, “Ahh, thank you dear.” Stuart gave laurel a quick peck on the cheek.

 

Sandy smiled and continued to unwrap her stocking stuffers. There were several different bottles, but they all had a theme similar to the first one, included in the pink theme was a set of five pacifiers. There were a few travel containers of powder and wipes. Additionally, there were actually a few packages of candy, but they were in little-proof containers, much to Michelle’s frustration. Eventually all of the stocking gifts were in the baskets and the paper was cleaned up, now it was time for the main event. 

 

Stuart stretched a bit as he stood up, “Alright, lets see what we got.” He said as he grabbed a pair of large rectangular packages and set one in front of each of the girls, “Girls, who are these from?” 

 

Michelle smiled as she looked at the tag, “Grandma and Grandpa!” She giggled as Laurel started to record the two of them, “Can we open them now?”

 

Laurel nodded, “Go ahead you two.” 

 

Sandy nodded as she started to unwrap the present, she had a pretty good idea of what it was but as she started to unwrap the present it was worse than what she imagined. She could feel that it was a package of diapers, but she had no idea just what kind. The second that the entire package was unwrapped revealing them to be a bag of Supremies, a brand of diaper that boasts the highest absorbancy of any commercially available diaper for littles with ads boasting that littles could wear the diapers for over twenty four hours. The diapers had two versions, one with anti-rash capabilities and one without. Thankfully, it seemed that these Supremies were the ones with the anti-rash coating.

 

Stuart smiled, “Girls, thank grandma and grandpa for the diapers.”

 

The two littles glanced at each other before smiling for the camera, “Thank you grandma and grandpa!” They smiled and played it up for the camera, but inside their were dreading wearing those diapers. Michelle had seen littles wearing those diapers after an extended period of time, for some, it was worse than an immobilizer diaper.

 

“Alright, next present, these are also from grandma and grandpa.” Stuart said as he handed two small flatter boxes to the girls. After a few seconds of unwrapping the boxes were revealed to hold one piece swimsuits.

 

Laurel chuckled a bit, “If I didn’t know any better, I would say that your parents are trying to say that they want us to make the drive down to their vacation house.” Laurel smiled a bit, “Though, honestly, I wouldn’t be opposed to bringing the girls down to the beach.” 

 

Stuart nodded as he put some of the trash paper into a garbage bag, “Agreed, it has been far too long since I’ve been down there, but it will have to wait until at least after the Earth trip.” Stuart said as he put the bag down.

 

“Of course.” Laurel nodded as Stuart handed her a small box with a label indicating it was from Michelle, which when unwrapped revealed itself to be a pumice stone, “Mommy has had her eye on one of these for awhile. Thank you Michelle.”

 

“You're welcome!” Michelle giggled as she grabbed a mini quiche and stuffed her mouth.

 

Sandy smiled and looked at the three smiling faces in front of her. She had never had this experience with her real parents. Sure there was always plenty of presents, but her parents were rarely present when it was time to unwrap them, it was generally always her nannies or maids. As Sandy was thinking about her past life, she felt a bit of pressure near her rear. She realized what this meant and sighed. Part of her was screaming at her to not mess herself, but a much larger part of her was saying just to accept it and be a good girl for her mommy and daddy. However, all of that thinking was pushed away when she saw Stuart picking up another present

 

Stuart smiled as he picked up a rather poorly wrapped bag and turned to hand it to Sandy, “Sandy, this is from Michelle.” He smiled as he handed the girl the bag.

 

“Open it!” Michelle had a massive smile on her face as Sandy started to open the gift.

 

Sandy smiled as she unwrapped the gift. The fact that it was from Michelle made the present that much better. Once all the wrapping paper was off she saw that the gift was a stuffed rhino. Sandy couldn’t help but squeal and hug the plushie tightly, “I love it!” She quickly crawled over to Michelle to give her a hug. 

 

Michelle smiled back at Sandy and returned the hug, “I love you Sandy.” She whispered and gave the girl a peck on the cheek.

 

Sandy returned the kiss in kind, “I love you too Michelle.” 

 

Laurel couldn’t help but tear up at how cute the two littles were. If there was one thing she loved more than anything in the world, it was little love. It was just so adorable.

 

Sandy was in a state of bliss as she broke off the hug with Michelle. For perhaps the first time in her life, she knew what it meant to be part of a loving family. Sandy couldn’t help but feel like a little girl again as she crawled back to her spot on the couch and start unwrapping the presents that Stuart had set next to her empty stocking. Among the presents were more packs of diapers, all sorts of clothes ranging from dresses for more formal occasions, play clothes like overalls and jumpers, and an assortment of onesies for all occasions. Additionally, there was an absolute assortment of toys ranging from soft plush toys to blocks and puzzle toys, however, the toy that she loved the most had to be the rhino that Michelle had gotten her. Sandy gently readjusted her position on the couch, her diaper was starting to get a bit heavy. She had asked Laurel to fill up one of her new bottles with water and she was drinking them pretty quickly, for some reason her mouth was constantly feeling dry. Sandy quickly wrote off the dry mouth as a side effect of her medicine.  

 

Staurt looked out on the shrinking sea of presents. He always loved the holidays because it allowed him to go all out and give the people that were important to him a truly memorable day. Right now, the three most important people in his life were sitting around the fire and opening presents. Despite only being a part of his family for a few days, Sandy had already left a mark on his heart. Stuart smiled as he picked up another poorly wrapped bag like gift and handed it to Michelle, “This one is from Sandy.” 

 

Sandy couldn’t help but show her surprise, she didn’t remember getting Michelle anything. She remembered Laurel talking about getting a gift for Michelle after her doctors appointment, but she didn’t really remember anything between arriving at the doctor's office and getting home to see Director Scapti drinking in the living room. 

 

Sandy’s internal thoughts were interrupted by Michelle squealing at the top of her lungs and holding an orange and black teddy bear. Sandy could barely prepare herself for Michelle to practically tackle hug her. Sandy found herself laying on her back as Michelle layed on top of her hugging her. However, as Michelle was hugging Sandy, the pressure inside of Sandy got greater until Sandy just couldn’t hold it anymore.

 

“Mitch…” Sandy squeaked as she felt the pressure trying to escape. At this point the only thing Sandy could do was roll with it. Sandy scrunched up her face and balled her fists as she pushed a load into her diaper. 

 

Michelle’s nose crinkled as she smelled what Sandy was doing. She quickly scrambled off the messing girl, “Daddy! Sandy is going poopy!” She giggled a bit as she went back to her spot on the couch.

 

“Oh is she?” Stuart raised an eyebrow as he looked over at Sandy who was currently getting on her hands and knees and grunting, “Sandy, are you making a messy in your diaper like a good girl.

 

Sandy remained silent except for the occasional grunt. Her face was beet read, she was messing her diaper right in front of  everyone. She couldn’t help but reach for one of her new pacifiers, they calmed her down and right now she wanted one.

 

Stuart noticed Sandy trying to get a pacifier and helped her out by taking one of her new pacifiers out of the box and sticking it in her mouth, “There you go sweetie, go ahead and finish up then daddy will change your stinky diapee.” 

 

Sandy just nodded as she kept filling her diaper. She didn’t want to admit it, but it actually felt nice. The pressure in her gut was gone and she felt much lighter than she had felt in the past day. Without thinking she sat back down on the couch, right in her mess. Sandy’s eyes went wide as the mess spread and soon tears started to well up in her eyes.

 

Stuart sighed as he noticed Sandy, “Hey, hey hey. No need to cry sweetie, daddy is going to get you out of that stinky diaper.” He cooed as he picked Sandy and her plush rhino toy up, “I’ll be back.” He sighed as he tried to calm Sandy down as he carried her up the stairs and to the nursery.


 

LIZA

 

    Festivus day had come and was already starting to wind down. The sun was setting and casting an orange glow through the snow. The director of the Bureau had a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other one as she watched the sun set from her back deck. She stared out at the setting sun and sighed.

 

“I miss you Mark.” She mumbled before taking a long drag from her cigarette as Daniel emerged from the sliding glass door behind her.

 

“He wouldn’t like that you’ve started smoking again.” Daniel sighed as he leaned on the deck railing, a glass of whiskey identical to Liza’s in his hands. 

 

“I know, but, but…” Liza started to choke up as tears started to form in her eyes.

 

“Hey, hey, hey.” Daniel rubbed Liza’s back, a common technique they used with Thomas, “Don’t cry, don’t cry.” He set his whiskey down on a deck table and pulled his wife into an embrace, “We will get justice for him. We will, I promise.” 

 

“It's just so many things could go wrong. The deal with the Americans could be called off…” Liza took a long drag from her cigarette and started to compose herself.

 

Daniel rolled his eyes a bit, “We both know that the deal will go through. The Americans always need new weapons.” He kissed her cheek, “Everything is going according to plan. Once the embassy opens next month, it will only be a matter of time.” Daniel smiled at her, “I love you Liza. Thomas is all tucked in and fast asleep.” 

 

Liza smiled, “I love you too Daniel." She looked her partner in the eyes, "I have one last Festivus gift for you.” She downed her whiskey and smothered her cigarette in the snow.

 

“I can’t wait.” Daniel winked as he grabbed his cup of whiskey and walked back inside with Liza’s hand in his.


 

END OF CHAPTER

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