Lillikol (Complete) +FAQ

[Sophie ♥]

14 minutes ago, WBDaddy said:

I don't know if this is helpful, or not, but when debate rages over a character I created, when it provokes this kind of emotional response from the audience, I feel like I did my job as a writer.  

Because if you didn't suck us in so hard, we wouldn't care enough to have this kind of debate.

You and Pudding should pat yourselves on the back for a job well done creating Sugar. 

I normally skip over the color-coded stories you ladies write because I find that roleplaying format difficult to read, but you actually sucked me into this one. 

;_; I'm actually gonna cry. Thank you so much WB.

[littleTomás]

1 hour ago, WBDaddy said:

I don't know if this is helpful, or not, but when debate rages over a character I created, when it provokes this kind of emotional response from the audience, I feel like I did my job as a writer.  

Because if you didn't suck us in so hard, we wouldn't care enough to have this kind of debate.

You and Pudding should pat yourselves on the back for a job well done creating Sugar. 
 

I agree with Daddy! (That's one of my favorite things to say, lol) This story you created has caused all of us, myself included, to feel an emotional attachment to the story. Maisie is causing such a deep emotional response from the audience because we all see parts of ourselves in her. We see positive aspects of ourselves in her fierce independence, but we also see negative aspects of ourselves in her unfailing desire to want to conform to society and be accepted by others. Everyone has been through that phase of their life and it makes us uncomfortable to confront feelings we often would rather forget. However, the point of writing isn't to make everyone happy all the time. Sometimes, it's good to force ourselves to confront what makes us uncomfortable because that's what helps us grow into better people.

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Tomás

[Sofi]

I reallyyyy dont like this new approach sugar is taking. How can she even remotely think this is going to turn out the way she thinks it will. This will end in more selfharm and/or maisie running away. This is a race to disaster and i freaking bet sugar will just blame it all on the mainland and not her parenting or lack thereof. 

I hate that this story makes me so emotional but theres just something the way its written i cant.

Dont look at this like a critism, its a massive pat on the back on how well you suck us readers in and make us connect to the story on such a level. 

I might have to sit this one out. The whole druglike powders, clear violation of women and now this physical abuse of maisie against her will is likely the nail in the coffin for me.

I will look out for the next story from you guys, i usually love your stories but this one.. i just cant. Its turning too much against what i like in a story  and saying that, PLEASE keep up the massively great work you two do for the abdl story scene, you guys are without a doubt a massive treasure we are lucky to have around ❤️

[Sophie ♥]

Thank guys ❤️  This actually helped me a lot.  I'm very quick to blame myself for things, so I'll feel at-fault for basically anything that isn't perfect. >_<  But the words of encouragement were really great and I feel a lot better.  

4 hours ago, Sofi said:

I might have to sit this one out.

The next one will be sweet and consensual! ❤️  Lillikol is almost done, so look forward to that soon.

[abrera]

It's been a long, long time since I read story by the both of you (and it's a shame that tonight, I should catch-up on one), but I just wanted to drop in and say as writers ~ you've both come a long way in that time!

You two should be proud of yourselves ~ stylistically, there're a lot of similarities, but the substantive elements are much more divisive, and one would argue, much more compelling as a result ❤️

[Sophie ♥]

1 hour ago, abrera said:

It's been a long, long time since I read story by the both of you (and it's a shame that tonight, I should catch-up on one), but I just wanted to drop in and say as writers ~ you've both come a long way in that time!

You two should be proud of yourselves ~ stylistically, there're a lot of similarities, but the substantive elements are much more divisive, and one would argue, much more compelling as a result ❤️

Thank you!  Also - HI ABRERA!!!! I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN LITERALLY LIKE 5 YEARS!!! SEND ME A DM YOU BRAT!!! ❤️❤️ 

[diaperpt]

Sophie, thanks for making the comments you did above. We're all coming from different places and so have different perspectives. It's helpful that you talk a little about your perspective for the story. I think at least a certain amount of what you are considering criticism is the emotions of the readers coming out as comments. I imagine we each pick up on different aspects of the story which then colors what we think of what's happening in the story - not the conception of the story, certainly not how it is written, and definitely not of you. I hope that my comments haven't been hurtful; I'd feel very bad if they were taken to be and I apologize for anything I've said that was at all hurtful. I'm reading mostly from Maisie's point of view I guess, though I don't have a good grasp or understanding of what she's been through. All of this, basically to agree with WBD. Your writing is excellent and because of the character and plot development, you are reaching into each of us and stirring us up. This story is causing many of us to think more deeply than most other writers here are capable of eliciting. 

And just sayin', I seem to remember a fair amount of negative comments about Mt. Calibeen. A difference I sense is that criticisms of that were flat and rather unemotional, while here you've touched us in the feels and we're responding from our emotions. I don't like Lillikol, I don't like Sugar and I don't particularly like the way Mace is handling the discovery of the scars and Sugar's take on it. That's because you've stirred something in me. I think that's a good thing and a sign of excellent writing. I'm not about to stop reading your writing because for the most part, it continues to challenge me.

[herezulo]

Just thought I'd throw in, as someone who's already read all of the story, Lillikol is one of my favorite stories by you two. It's either tied with or just behind Evil Lolita Club. You guys did a good job with worldbuilding and explaining it in a way that really draws the reader (or me, at least) in. On top of that, all of the characters are really well done. Maisie seems like a teenager, a teenager going through a rough time. She was never really close with her parents, now they're dead, and she's been shoved into a foreign culture and surrounded by new people. She's gonna act combative and stubborn and... like a teenage girl in a bad spot. You both have done a great job writing her. Sugar's a pretty great character too. She's obviously a product of Lillikol's culture, but she's at least somewhat empathetic to Maisie's plight. Her struggle was represented well. I haven't been reading the comments here, so I don't know what criticisms people are throwing your way, but I've been stopping in to give each story-post a like, despite already having read the story, just because I like it that much. It's a really good read, and you've both done a wonderful job.

[WBDaddy]

2 hours ago, diaperpt said:

I don't like Lillikol, I don't like Sugar and I don't particularly like the way Mace is handling the discovery of the scars and Sugar's take on it. That's because you've stirred something in me. I think that's a good thing and a sign of excellent writing. I'm not about to stop reading your writing because for the most part, it continues to challenge me.

Exactly.  The fact that people are having negative reactions toward components of the story (the nation of Lillikol, Sugar, Mace, etc) as opposed to the story itself (writing mechanics, pacing, etc.) is absolutely a success story for the writer. 

I guarantee Stephen King never set out to make people comfortable with his stories.  

(edit) 

I also agree that these are probably the most vividly real, three-dimensional characters I've ever seen from you two.  So that's a definite win in my book as well. 

[thedman]

This is a damn fine story, as with all that have been posted by S&P either together or individually. There will always be naysayers who either refuse to or do not have the ability to suspend their belief in the way of the world in which we live in and immerse themselves in the world that is created by the author(s).  To me, the best part of S&P stories is learning about the "world" that they are set in. Figuring out the rules and norms that affect the lives of the characters.   Please don't let those who don't want to or are not able to "get it" drag you down with their comments

[WriteAndLeft]

Criticism should be reserved for story structure and writing problems.  I don’t see that here,  The only problem I have is the chapters are so short, but they are frequent enough to make up for that.  If you have a problem with how the plot is going, keep that to yourself until the end of the story because what Sophie did might have worked.  We’ll see.

Keep up the good work Sophie and Pudding.

[Sophie ♥]

Gosh guys... ;_; Thank you so much.  I'm glad I said something about how I was feeling 'cuz I feel a lot better now. ❤️ 

I'll try to post an extra chapter today as a thank you!! 

[Sparkle Dust]

I know that you are almost done the story, but If you are writing about ballet, please make at least 1 girl dress as the GOOSE ON HOLIDAY music video by Random Encounters on Youtube!  Best costume ever!

Here is a link:

youtube.com/watch?v=k_StY5SZ0QE  

[Sophie ♥]

40.)

"You look really nice! Nicer than I've ever seen you and..." Julienne bit her lip and smiled, looking at the pretty studs in her sisters ears. "I didn't know your ears were pierced! Oh my gosh, Mom did mine when I was your age, see?" Her fingers flashed her own dangling charms from under her white hair, and she smiled, putting her hand in Maisie's. "Come on, we don't wanna be late."

"Does she think I'm joking?" I was more talking to myself than to my sister. I crossed my arms as I walked, thinking quietly. "I'm not joking! I'm not wearing a diaper all day! I'm not visiting nurses or anything. I'm not! And if she thinks I'm gonna go to ballet after school, she's got another thing coming! I'm fifteen years old! She can't-" But then I stumbled and fell squarely on my butt, just as we were going by Kodi's house. I looked up at my sister, bewildered.

"...you should focus on walking, maybe." Julienne bit her lip and helped her sister back up to her feet with a smile. "Silly. What's this about ballet? Are you doing ballet? Mama said I wasn't allowed to do it because I like her cookies too much and those girls have a special diet. I don't think it's fair! I can't believe she's going to let you...!"

"What's with this special diet, anyway?"

"It's not as big a deal as you think. The little bit of tummy fat is sexy all around, so no girl wants to lose it."

Jeeze, this place sounded almost healthy compared to Oregon... "Well I'm not doing it. I'm not doing anything! She thinks she can just boss me around? No."

"Well, she's our Mom. If you're naughty, she can discipline you. And believe me, you might not know, but spankings are not any fun at all, even though you'd think a diaper would make it not as bad but if anything it's worse because it makes you feel like you're six all over again." Julienne pouted as she thought about it, and looked her sister top to bottom. "Gosh, you look so cute...I can't even believe it!"

"Just... shut up, alright?" I tripped again and groaned, pulling myself back to my feet. My sister offered me a hand but I shrugged it off. The rest of the trip to school, I had to focus on my steps like a toddler, and it left no room for thinking...

"I wonder where Cora and Rika are, they usually meet us on the way..." It was mostly to herself that Julienne mused, though, because her sister seemed to be having trouble with her walking, and she as earnestly focused on walking. When they got there, though, and went their separate ways, it was Cora who offered to help Maisie up when she stumbled onto her butt on the way to class.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah..." It wasn't good. It really wasn't good. I thought about the way those stars made me feel so distracted, and this, the falling, and the spankings earlier, and everything, I felt so tiny. So horribly tiny... and when Cora helped me up, and then held me against the wall, and then kissed my lips, I just.... melted into her, and kissed her back, and kissed, and... then... I didn't even know. I was blushing, and she was smiling, and I felt so silly. "I'm... I'm sorry... I don't know.... what's going on..."

"You on powder or something?"

"...maybe... any powder that makes you fall down a lot?" She shook her head. "...guess not..."

"You're mine, okay? My pillow-sister." Which was a roughly-described term that meant exclusive-practicing-partner with regards to two girls (still allowing for one or both girls to have boyfriends.) And Cora wasn't usually the possessive type, but after seeing her so cute today, and the way she melted into the kiss... Cora wasn't going to wanna share with any other girls. Her hand found Maisie's, and she led her toward class.

"I... I don't know what that means..."

"It means you aren't going to kiss another girl."

"I didn't even plan on kissing one girl... I can't imagine wanting to kiss two." She stopped, then, and I blinked. We weren't even at the classroom yet. I watched her turn and look at me. Our hands were still together.

"...you didn't want to kiss two?”

"...huh?"

"So you wanted to kiss one?"

...oh god. My cheeks caught fire and I felt my hand sweat in hers. "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!"

"Oh you are definitely my pillow-sister." And that was rewarded with another kiss — a kiss pinned to the wall while almost everybody else in the class walked past them and into the open door a few feet away that they'd be going into soon. Cora had taken it easy on her in the nook, and even that first set of kisses just then, but now? Now she used every trick she knew, she was not going to have that confession go unrewarded!

She left me against the wall, and I fell to the floor. It wasn't the shoes, though. I couldn't even stand. And then, I was late to class. I stumbled to my seat in the back and sat nervously at the desk, trying to figure all this out. Her kiss was... miraculous. Nothing like Lyon's. Nothing like her other one. It was nothing short of mind-altering...

Cora was sitting at her seat looking quite smug with herself. Maisie shuffled in and sat down, her cheeks red.  Of course, what neither Cora, nor Maisie, knew, was that Sugar had put Maisie in High-Reg with the nurses, which meant at the end of every class she'd be collected by a nurse, taken to the changing room, changed, inspected, and then escorted to her next class.

Cora would pass me notes. I would open them, read them, and fumble for a pencil. But when I put it against the page, I couldn't think of anything to say. I was still processing. So she'd pass me a new note. And the cycle continued for an entire hour. I couldn't even look at her, and my cheeks were so pink...

"I'll walk you to your next class," she said, but a woman stopped us both.

"Miss Cress?"

I blinked, looking up and then at Cora. "Um... y-yeah...?"

"My name is Boots, I've been assigned as your nurse. Please come with me, I'll be doing your changes. Miss Tanga, please head to your own class." The nurse — Boots — was sweet enough, and she put her hand in Maisie's like an adult leading a child, then double-checked. "Did you get everything from your table, Miss Cress? There's a book in your seat place still, did you forget it?"

"Oh..." I turned back and looked at the book. I hurried back over. I'd been so forgetful, and I nearly fell on the way. I snatched up the book, though it didn't look very familiar, and followed the nurse back into the hall. I almost fell again, but she took my hand. When I walked with her hand in mine, I was a lot more stable. Of course, it made me look even more childish as we went through the hall.

"Um... Miss? Can I ask what this is about...?" She was young. Cute. Maybe twenty five? It was hard to tell with this place...

"Some girls around your age start to have trouble keeping a schedule of checks, what with all the excitement of classes and friends and the giddy thrill of boys, so the school offers a program where you're assigned a personal nurse to oversee your changes and help you to build up a habit. I don't expect that you'll be wet so early in the day, but it's important that this is regular, so you will be." Nurse Boots opened the door to one of the private nurses changing rooms, which didn't look all that different from the ones in houses, really.

"I... wait..." She lifted me by the arms onto the table, and laid me backward. My cheeks lit up, and I tried to sit myself back up. "W-wait! Hey! Wait! Listen!" She waited. She listened. Huh... I didn't think that would work...

"I'm not... my mom's just being weird right now. But I'm already trained out! I just moved here from the mainland... like a week ago... it'll be in my school files!" Which she'd no doubt read.

"Well, I imagine that's just as good a reason to help you build a habit, Miss Cress. A girl of fifteen has no business being trained out." Nurse Boots lifted Maisie’s legs, and reached under her purple dress. "I have no reason to expect you'll need changing, Miss Cress, but the checking and changing ritual is important." The sound of the tapes unfastening silenced any protests.

"I can take care of it myself," I said harshly, and pushed the woman's hands away. There was no mobile here. No Strawberry Powder. This was a school. These changes were routine, not friendly.

Nurse Boots took one step backward and spoke clearly, like she was making something official. "Am I to note that you're choosing not to cooperate, Miss Cress? I'd really not like to get off on the wrong foot with our little relationship, and if you do decide to pursue this route, it'll be much harder to decide to cooperate in future." Medical professionals, of course, had their own selection of powders suitable for a range of tasks. The one that Nurse Boots had at her disposal was called Heavy Powder.

"I don't know who you are, but my body is none of your business!" So, I guess powder wasn't always for my nose or my mouth. The little prick in my leg ached and I looked down at the syringe. A white substance disappeared inside me and my back hit the table hard. I ached. Every part of me froze still.  A wave of soft exhaustion rushed over me, like that feeling of contentment you get crawling into bed at the end of a long day.

Nurse Boots lifted Maisie’s legs, and smiled as she began to clean up her diaper area with the wipes, pleasantly relieved that she didn't have to struggle with the girl, but a little disappointed that she'd chosen this path. Heavy Powder was only approved for students on this program. "There's a good girl, isn't that much nicer?"

I didn't get it. When I was finally stood up, my entire body felt broken. Like a toy wound too much. Then the nurse shoved me out the door.  I stood there. Just stood. Didn't move. For ten minutes. I missed a bell. And then, I took a step on my own, and felt myself walking down the empty halls toward my classroom...

Without Cora in the class to pass notes with, the time went quickly, and precisely an hour later, Nurse Boots collected Maisie again — the shot would have worn off a few minutes after she got to class, but the memories of the feelings were much more persistent. "How was your class, Miss Cress? Are you ready for your check and change? It would make me happy if your diaper were wet, this time. Would you like to make me happy?" Her hand slipped into Maisie's with a small smile of encouragement.

My cheeks went crimson and I shook my head, following behind the nurse as we went into the nurse's station. I felt dizzy already, memories in my head spinning, and bit on my lip. "P-please... Nurse, I'm dry, and-" She pushed me back to the table, and I sat up. I was nervous. I didn’t like last time. It felt like I had no control over my body, like I was weighed down by a thousand barbells. “Please listen..."

"Miss Cress, you're going to be checked and changed now, and if you're a good girl and cooperate, I won't have to give you the powder again. Lay down and spread your legs, or I'll have no choice."
"I-I said—” But the needle stuck into my thigh again, and my back hit the table. She wasn't polite this time. I mean, she was sweet, but she gave me no leeway. No notice. One warning. And it happened. She wasn't compromising.

And when I came back an hour later, I was nearly trembling with anticipation. I was in tears before she even set me on the table. "S-stop... stop stop stop..."

"Miss Cress, please. If you make sure that diaper is nice and wet for me, we won’t have to do this. Otherwise, I think you know what's going to happen next." Obviously, the first steps of building a changing routine were some of the most important, which described much of why Nurse Boots was being so decisive. This was a big responsibility, after all, to both ensure that the powder was applied in a timely manner and that Maisie could return to her classes.

"I... I..." I wanted to. I just wanted to piss myself and spare myself all the trouble. But I couldn't. My body wouldn't let it happen, and the little needle prick happened, and I whimpered in distain, then fell back onto the table. After my diaper change, I was sent to lunch - of which I was late to - and I felt so dreadful.

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[Baby Billy]

I just want to say one thing I truly love your work and would miss you and Pudding if you left here.  You are one of my favorite writers and it makes me so sad that you take what people say about the stories so bad sometimes.  Every story is not for everyone, I personalty only comment when I feel I have something helpful to say or I really like a chapter.  I don't think those that have a problem with this island really are expressing anything personal.  I will say not all of your work is my cup of tea, I just don't read those.  I know you and Pudding have feelings and people should respect them.  I would miss if you blocked comments, but what I write in the comments really is just for you anyway so I would care less if others could not read them as long as you did.  Just remember there are a lot off people out here who really do love you and the work you do.  Plus if you left I still have your other forum I support you on.???

[Sophie ♥]

41.)

Julienne sat across from me nervously and I could hardly breathe properly.  Anticipation of the next diaper change was overwhelming me with anxiety.  Another shot.  Another ten minutes of being unable to move.  What if someone else got a hold of that thing?  Someone else could hurt someone!  But Nurse Boots was so professional; at least there was one comforting thing about the situation.  Though my anxiety persisted.

"I don't... feel good..."

"Are you okay?" Julienne frowned in concern, and then a moment later Cora took Maisie by the hand.

"Hey Julienne, I'll be back with your sister — I need to show her where the ballet lunches are."

"Oh, I'll come!"

"Nuhuh. Ballerinas only."

"Oh... okay." Julienne pouted, and Maisie looked like she might fall over. "Hurry back!"

"Where's the ballet lunches...?" And then my back hit the wall and her lips crashed down on mine. It was too much for one day. I felt my body slip to the ground, but she slipped with me. We were in an empty corner of a hall on the tile floor, as her hands explored my sides, and her lips explored my lips. When she finally stopped, I was dizzy all over...

"...d-don't... do that...."

"Fine. You can kiss me."

"P-please shut up..."

She finally let me off the ground, and I was so dizzy, so uncomfortable, and my head was spinning all over. I couldn't even think. What was I supposed to do? This was the most fucked up day I'd had in a long time, even more so than last Monday!

She finally helped me off the ground and back to the table, where she sat me down and the bell chimed. Julienne asked if I was okay, and I think I nodded, but I wasn't. I sat there until the next bell rang, when I should have been in class. It was so hard to operate like this... I pulled myself up from the table and went to class... but I realized, I really had to pee. So I made a short stop at the boy's bathroom, empty with classes in session, and found a bit of my resolve. No diapers. She wasn't winning this! This was all Sugar, making me into a baby like everyone else, and I'd told her no! I was fucking determined!

"You know that you shouldn't go in there." The girl had been pacing outside the boy’s bathrooms for a few minutes, while Nurse Boots watched from the bench only a little ways down the hall. Eventually, she piped up, and the girl nearly jumped. "If you did that, I'd have to to fit you with punishment pants, Miss Cress." She'd been sitting there, watching, just watching, and the girl stormed over to her, but when she got to her, unstable on those shoes, she wobbled slightly... and fell backwards onto her butt, on the cold hard floor of the school. Gently, with her foot, Nurse Boots pushed the girl flat with her back to the floor, smiling.

A little wave of familiarity washed over me.  Her.  Me.  On my back.  I had trouble moving. She looked down at me, her shoe on my dress, and I shook. I just... I just...

"Please..." I tried to think back to what Mom... er... Sugar said. That there were bathrooms... "I... I wanna use the nurse's bathroom! I'm allowed! The rules say I'm allowed!"

Of course, she wasn't. Not on her current program, not with an assigned nurse, and habit-building as she was. But hope was a powerful motivator, so Nurse Boots smiled sympathetically. "Of course, Miss Cress. That would be true, if you could go an entire day without needing a powder shot, you might be allowed that privilege. But today, well... you've been quite naughty."

This wasn't fair! I staggered to my feet. I was... surprised. Surprised she let me stand. But she was taller than me, clearly older, and she just... looked so sure of herself.  I bit hard on my lip, my back touching the wall.

"I'll be very happy if you wet, Miss Cress, and I'll change you right away. It can be our little secret, nobody will have to know but us. There's a changing room nearby, and you'll know you made me happy.  I won’t have to use the Heavy Powder."

She walked over to me, and I felt my back hit the wall. I shook my head, and the next thing I knew, she touched my nose. Just once, just a little, and I saw blue powder on her hands.  I’d seen that somewhere before.  Bright Powder? I looked again at the woman, so much taller, and opened my mouth to speak.

Nurse Boots waited a few moments, enough for Maisie to breathe in the powder she placed on her nose, and gave her instruction. “Wet, Miss Cress. Right now.”

I reached up, but her fingers took my wrist, and lowered my hand. Her voice echoed like a familiar song. And she took my chin in her hand and lifted it to meet her gaze. Wet. Her instruction and my desperation was all it took. I felt a new fresh warmth washing over me, but it wasn’t from the powder.  It was filling my diaper.

"It's easy and natural. It makes me happy, and it makes you happy.” Her hand took Maisie’s and led her down the hall to the nurse’s station.  With every step Maisie took, she continued to wet herself.  Once the two were alone in a private changing room, she was lifted up, and set down on her very, very wet diaper on the edge of the changing table.

"Good habits are important, Miss Cress." She was laid down, the diaper squishing a little more, and Nurse Boots standing above her.

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[Sophie ♥]

1 hour ago, Baby Billy said:

You are one of my favorite writers and it makes me so sad that you take what people say about the stories so bad sometimes. 

See, this is my problem.  I /KNOW/ that there's a disparity between "I don't like x character or x plot point" and "You guys are bad writers".  But because I'm such a people pleaser, I have this weird thing about like... "oh, they don't like that character?  I must have written them badly... I should have done better." Which is obviously nonsense, but most of my anxiety is nonsense. >_<

It's like WB said:

15 hours ago, WBDaddy said:

I guarantee Stephen King never set out to make people comfortable with his stories.  

The ability to make people happy with your work or make them like everyone you write isn't what makes a good story or even good writing.  Usually it's the ability to do the OPPOSITE.  So I should chill out. 

On another note, anxiety disorders suck. XD

[Quite-Tiff]

Thanks for the extra chapter, can't wait to read what happens next.

[22k5]

another great update?

[littleTomás]

Wow! I guess I shouldn't be surprised that they have a program which trains teen girls into being reliant on their diapers, but I'm still taken aback by it. I would have thought that given time Maisie would have learned to accept the diapers and move on with her life, but I guess Sugar had other ideas. Hummm, this is getting very interesting. I'm still waiting for the signature S&P twist that'll come at the end of the story ?

[Scarlet]

Foe the most part, I've been okay with Lilikol, while some of there stuff is a bit questionable,  of everybody is fine with it and they're comfortable. Then that'd their business, although it bothers me that they have to limit access to the real world/the internet, thus lie to maintain. Which is the main problem I have, beyond that, it's fine since everyone seems happy with it. 

 

But... this, this drug powder stuff. This was pretty much abuse,  she was making Maisie not only sick, but very anxious. This was too far. Well, not in relation to your other stories obviously. But how Lilikol treats these powders is a no from me. Some of them are simple and short but the way the nurse used this "Heavy powder" was very not ok. Looking forward to seeing how this situation unfolds.

[Scarlet]

7 hours ago, Hopsalot said:

“I’ve been ok with this island, but this is too far, I don’t like the way this story is going.”

Oh no, yeah that's most definitely not what I meant. I meant that things have escalated, the nurse has crossed a line that hadn't been crossed before, and that I'm looking forward to seeing how something like that will impact the story moving forward. Like will Maisie report it, if she does will it be dismissed as normal, will it be taken seriously, will she be too anxious to report it, etc. I just wanted to point out that this was a turning point for the story for me, a significant story moment.

 

My apologies if my comment did give anyone that wrong impression. 

[Sophie ♥]

Thanks for handling me with kid gloves, guys    I feel a bit silly but tbh it really helps.

The powders and when/how they are used are... mm.  They are very situational.  Maisie's experiences and - in turn - the reader's experiences are overwhelmingly negative because of the story's point of view.  But 80% of powders are more beneficial than harmful.  As for the other 20%, they don't get used nearly as often.

Heavy powder is a bit of a weird one.  I would relate it most aptly to like... a short-term lorazepam?  Kind of like a sedative/muscle relaxer?  It is a medical powder and is only usable by medical staff (such as school nurses).  It also requires pre-authorization from the Lillikolian government to use, but Maisie was approved for all powders before arrival because of her /extremely/ unique circumstances.  98% of people will never experience it.

As for the High Reg program that Sugar put Maisie in... this is probably best explained by one of the 50 questions we answered on our Patreon.  Let me copy paste it for you guys.

24.) Could you elaborate more on the program Maisie was in? We only really see the parts about enforcing diaper use, but it seemed like there was a lot more monitoring going on.

In order to put a student into the High Regulation program, they have to be approved by the school board (which is like city government). Maisie was pre-approved before she even got on the island, but Sugar didn't want to use it. She wanted to give Maisie the freedom to make her own choices.

Basically, the High Regulation program is a more intense version of the Regulation program. Regulation is all about checking up on students, helping with school, giving attention, changing diapers, etc. It's good for students with busy parents or students with a lot of siblings that aren't getting enough attention. It's also good for students with depression, ADHD, and physical health concerns, as well as students on a new medication that need help with reminders. The whole system is put in place to encourage health and routine, though Maisie's interpretation of it was quite vilifying. The High Regulation version is a lot more clinical and has access to more aggressive forms of powder. Enforcing diaper usage is not one of its core principles, though it is a handy side-effect.

*I also think it's important to remember that Nurse Boots is used to dealing with Lillikolian teenagers.  Maisie's situation is not only rare; it is unprecedented.  It has never happened before.  The idea that a 15 year old girl is not using her diapers because she /literally can't/ break a decade of conditioning is not a thought that crosses through anyone's mind.  To Nurse Boots, Maisie just seems like a stubborn teen.

[Sophie ♥]

On 8/29/2020 at 1:42 AM, Scarlet said:

This was pretty much abuse,  she was making Maisie not only sick, but very anxious. This was too far.

That being said, you are absolutely right about this.  The use of Heavy Powder in the past two chapters would be considered... not an approved treatment.  But the truth here is pure ignorance, rather than malice.  Lillikol isn't thinking about Maisie's cultural differences; they don't understand that she doesn't talk to her parents or that she won't seek out a school counselor for her problems.  Because that's what Lillikolian girls do.  Nurse Boots doesn't stop to think about "maybe Maisie literally can't use her diapers" and this is more than just another stubborn teenager.  Maisie thinks Lillikol is trying to indoctrinate her into their weird diaper cult life instead of considering... Lillikol is scared.  Maisie is a new variable that could easily throw off their entire way of life.  A lot of the people in the government didn't even want her here.  So they approve all these "extreme" treatments to "help her adjust".

Honestly, the whole story - not just from Maisie's POV, but from everyone's - is about cultural egocentrism and failing to understand where someone else is coming from.  If they could communicate and be open with their thoughts and fears (which Maisie 100% cannot do at the start of this story) everyone would be a lot better off.  But that's the folly of man, I suppose.

[Sophie ♥]

42.)

I didn't hate myself for it until much later, when I thought back. But even then, it seemed like the right thing to do. That was the second time the Bright Powder was used on me, and it was just as terrible as the first. Nurse Boots put me into a fresh diaper, still purple, and sent me off for my last class. I wasn't checked after school. I didn't have to be. And as I was walking home, Cora grabbed my hand.

"Not now, oh god, please not now..."

"As flattering as that is," she said sourly, "we have ballet."

...right. "I'm not doing that. Who told you I was doing that?"

"Your Mom did, silly. Come on, it'll be fun. And you can see me in skimpy tights and a leotard~" Cora pulled the girl sharply, and she stumbled and almost fell, so Cora caught her. "Gosh, we're going to have our work cut out for us, you have the balance of an over-excited toddler." Cora grin and kissed her lips softly. "Hurry now, we're going to be late, and lateness gets you a yardstick spanking on your butt!"

"Listen, Cora—” But she'd already started dragging me back to the school. I hated that I was letting this happen to me. I hated that I was letting Sugar win! And when I finally got to the classroom, I was told to put on some new shoes and a onesie. "What about leotards..."

"Huge pain with diapers. Onesies work so much better." Cora was already late on account of her friend, so she didn't take much more wasted time — instead she stepped behind Maisie, unzipped her dress, pulled it over her head, and then pulled the onesie into place instead.

"Turn around." The onesie had a snap-crotch, and Cora knelt down in front of Maisie's diaper to start fastening it. "Take off your shoes while I do this, gosh, do you want your butt slapped with a yardstick?!"

I kicked off my shoes and put on the new ones - a set of ballet flats - and went into the room together with Cora. I was in blue, and she was in yellow. I felt dizzy and uncomfortable, and the onesie made no effort to hide mine or any of the other eight girls’ diapers. I was so humiliated...

"I wanna go home," I said to Cora, almost in tears...

"Ballet is for an hour and a half, and we do 30 minutes of warm-up, and 30 minutes of activities, and 30 minutes of practicing poses. It'll be over before you know it, okay?" Cora kissed Maisie lightly on the nose and smiled, then shushed her as the rather stern woman paced in front of the gaggle of girls and explained how they were going to warm up. They'd start by doing stretches against the balancing beam, one leg up as high as they could get it, hold, then the other. And then two hundred jumping jacks to limber them up, and then one more set of stretches. Warm-up was different every day, but it seemed like the jumping jacks were one of the groups lesser favorite choices, because there were some whines from the group.

I could hardly get my leg on the bar and when I finally did the woman stretched my leg for me. It hurt, and I whined, but it was nothing next to the jumping jacks. Oh my god. It was one thing to do ten, but two hundred without stopping hurt like hell. By the time we got to the final stretches, I simply couldn't get my leg up to the bar anymore. I thought I was going to pass out...

The woman — Lady Martens, emphasis on the Lady title — was strict, but she seemed genuinely interested in helping, too, because she helped Maisie to get her leg up, pushed where to stretch it, and then helped her stop. By the time the first half hour was finished, every girl looked energetic and ready to start, except for Maisie who looked like she was done with everything including breathing.

"See? Now it's fun stuff." Cora was among the energetic, and she stayed close to Maisie as the activity for today was explained — the girls would run from one side of the room to a gym mat, and then leap into the air, one leg stretched forward, spin in mid-air, and try to land standing up, facing the group. The girl with the most number of Proud Landings would be awarded a prize. Everybody was excited. Well, except Maisie, who looked horrified.

Fifteen falls. Six no-spins. Four failed jumps. And every single one had my leg in the wrong spot anyway. I laid with my back on the floor and looked up at the ceiling, panting. Activities were over. Time to go home, right? RIGHT?!

Wrong. Poses were next — Lady Martens demonstrated the three poses, each to be dedicated ten minutes to — one on the tips of toes as tall as could be, one with one leg raised high as could be, and holding with that arm, and the other in a pose on the floor that looked like push-ups, except holding in the highest position.

It was generally seen as the easy part of the class, and Cora started showing Maisie how to do the first pose. "Are you enjoying yourself? I know it seems really weird and pointless at first, but Lady Martens is a great teacher, and she does a recital with the class each year, and it's always beautiful. And this year, you'll get to be a part of it! With me~"

The diaper didn't matter anymore. I was actually glad I had it, because I fell more in the first ten minutes than I had all day put together. The second pose I just got yelled at a lot. Then the third was simple, until my arms started to hurt, and I collapsed. I didn't move for the last three minutes of class. No one complained about me.

It seemed like she'd be ostracized, taunted, made fun of — because Lady Martens called Maisie to the front of the group at the end. All the other eyes looked at her, Cora smiled, and Lady Martens nodded. "Girls, please applaud Miss Cress for her wonderful enthusiasm and first performance with us today." Everybody clapped, and cheered, and then all ran over and wrapped her up in a group hug of warm girls, soft onesies, and little encouraging words. And then the class was dismissed, leaving only Cora and Maisie.

"I can't walk home..."

"Want me to carry you?"

"Uh huh..."

"I could get one of those push things babies use."

"Strollers... wait, is that something girls don't use?"

"...no, they're for babies, Maisie."

.................

"How are you gonna get home?"

"...crawl, at this point..."

"Maybe you can call..."

"...Lyon?" She shook her head.

"I was gonna say your Mom or Dad."

"I just need a nap...."

"Babies take naps."

"You're really enjoying this aren't you?"

"Let's go across the street to the parlor and I'll use their phone to call your Mom, okay? And she can come pick you up." Cora, after all, had won the activity challenge, and had gift card for Penni's Parlor, which served all sorts of basic foods; fries, hot dogs, burgers. It was a student favorite, and Lady Martens used gift cards for there exclusively as prizes, to be a double-edged sword — twice a week, the girls had weigh-ins, and being over your goal meant 90 minutes of warm-up while the other girls did activities.

"I hate my life..." Getting to my feet was horrible. Changing was worse. Walking was absolute Hell. When we finally got to Penni's, I was drenched in sweat. Or rather, my bangs were matted to my forehead and my diaper was soaked through. At least this kind of wetness wasn't my fault...

"I'll get you a soda-float, and we can share fries?" Sharing any single dish was a trick the ballet girls often used — they could eat what they wanted still, but it controlled portions, which was good for both the goals of the weigh-ins; staying petite, but maintaining the baby-fat that all girls wanted to have still. The winter was starting to carry up from the cliffs because it was the later end of the afternoon, and between that, the open walls of the parlor, and the fans above... it wasn't so bad.

"Cora..."

"Hm?"

She'd been sipping at the float. I could barely keep my head on the table. "I don't... wanna kiss anymore..."

"You say that a lot."

"I just mean..." So tired! "I... I don't like kissing someone when it doesn't mean anything..." She looked either hurt or offended. I couldn't tell. "Everyone says you kiss tons of girls... Julienne, too, right?" She didn't answer. "I don't wanna be another girl... so just cut it out... okay?"

"...you know I've never declared anybody my pillow-sister before?" Cora pouted a little bit and looked at the float, frowning. "I thought it was clear when I said that I wanted you to be my pillow-sister that I meant you were special, and that I didn't want to kiss any other girls." Then again, maybe Maisie just had the excuse of not being up to date on the terms, and Cora reinforced that idea to herself. "You're not another girl, you're my pillow-sister, so I'm going to keep kissing you with my best kisses, the ones I never shared with anybody else."

"Oh......" Oh. I didn't even... think... "I'm... um... I think I'm dating Lyon, still..." We hadn't talked in a couple days, but he was always busy and I had gone away for the weekend. Still, wasn't he supposed to be my Watcher...?

"You can date boys, still..."

She almost sounded... resentful. "...what about you?” I asked. "Do you have a boy?"

"Nuhuh." There was something to that, something about the way she screwed up her nose and frowned, that was... interesting. "Boys are really foreign to me... girls I can be an equal with but I don't think I could be with a boy, because they have inherent power because they're boys. And that's okay! But I'm kinda bossy, so I mostly stick to girls." By mostly she meant exclusively and by stick to girls she meant have no interest in boys.

"...I'm that way, I think." She stared at me. "Not that I don't like boys! I mean, I’ve liked a lot of boys... but..." But at the same time... "I know what you mean about the power thing. I hate when Lyon acts superior. It pisses me off so much. And Kodi's no better!" But at least his teasing was teasing about me, not about the social order.  He was sort of charming, actually… “I think the only boy I actually get along with is Lew... maybe you're right. Girls are easier to feel good around in Lillikol."

"Uhhuh. You should try not to swear though, okay? I don't mind, but they keep Plum Powder in places like this and the owner is allowed to administer it." Cora smiled and pulled another sip of her float. "Not that I would mind hearing you on Plum Powder! I bet you sound adorable and very kissable too, so by all means feel free to swear all you like!"

"I didn't swear..."

"Did so. Said the P word."

...pussy? No I didn't. Wait, piss is a bad word? It's a country where diapers are worn all the time and PISS is a bad word?! I groaned. Stupid swear words...

"I guess if I'm special, then... you'll just be my pillow sister or whatever... though I still don't like kissing girls, for the record."

"What about kissing me?"

I rolled my eyes and pulled out of the booth, managing to get to my feet. Sugar was out front with the cart...

"See-ya~" Cora blew her friend a kiss, and Maisie made her way to the cart... and of course, fell on her butt on the way, then quickly scrambled to her feet and climbed in next to her Mom, urging her to go, drive drive drive!

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