Unfair: A Diaper Dimension Novel (Chapters 115 Uploaded!)

[YourFNF]

6 hours ago, Personalias said:

I stood up.  I walked to my door. “In my world, Mrs. Beouf.” I said, pulling on the chord and pushing out.  “I’m not allowed one slip up.  Why should she be any different?”  

That day I walked to the front office alone.

This is an incredibly well written line. And just hammers home the nature of the relationship.

[Kingdark]

I'm very impressed with the story so far. It's less about the 'fantasy' of things and tries to be more realistic. But if that one character is so upset about it, does that mean she realizes that baby-fying Littles is wrong, or is it more that he was 'able' to slap her hand away with no real consequences?

[Personalias]

58 minutes ago, YourFNF said:

This is an incredibly well written line. And just hammers home the nature of the relationship.

Thank you.  It's a benevolent relationship, but not as equal as it would be were this novel entitled "Fair".

55 minutes ago, Kingdark said:

I'm very impressed with the story so far. It's less about the 'fantasy' of things and tries to be more realistic. But if that one character is so upset about it, does that mean she realizes that baby-fying Littles is wrong, or is it more that he was 'able' to slap her hand away with no real consequences?

Those are insightful questions.  Questions which are answered down the line.

[littleTomás]

Great chapter, but if he ruins his relationship with Buford he’s in some deep trouble. I think we’ve found our hero’s fatal flaw, pride leading to a lack of forgiveness.

[Personalias]

5 hours ago, littleTomás said:

I think we’ve found our hero’s fatal flaw....

You're not wrong.

[Guilend]

Definitely one of my favorite DD stories. I'm on the patreon and this story is practically a thriller. Even when you think you know what's going to happen,  BAM, something else happens or it does happen, but it comes at you from the left field and your like, where'd that come from. Like you saw it coming, but didn't see that coming lol. I'm constantly trying to search for clues in each chapter to see if I can figure out what's going to happen next. 

[Personalias]

2 hours ago, Guilend said:

Definitely one of my favorite DD stories. I'm on the patreon and this story is practically a thriller. Even when you think you know what's going to happen,  BAM, something else happens or it does happen, but it comes at you from the left field and your like, where'd that come from. Like you saw it coming, but didn't see that coming lol. I'm constantly trying to search for clues in each chapter to see if I can figure out what's going to happen next. 

Thank you.  I'm trying to help people suspend their disbelief by making relatable characters.  Also, writing from Clark's point of view is very fun for me because while *I* know everything about the not-so-Little town of Oakshire and its inhabitants; Clark doesn't.  It's an advantage of first person P.O.V.

I can't wait to write out and release Chapter 40.  (Hoping to finish Chapter 39 this week if there's time)

[Guilend]

55 minutes ago, Personalias said:

I can't wait to write out and release Chapter 40.  (Hoping to finish Chapter 39 this week if there's time)

Yay

[Personalias]

Chapter 12: Little Victories

“What’s wrong, boss?”

“I’m sorry...?”

“What’s bothering you?  Something’s bothering you.”

“Nothing is bothering me.”

It was just after lunch.  The kids were laying down on their mats and the lights were out.  Tracy hadn’t taken her own break quite yet and was instead grilling me.  “Clark…” she said. “What happened between you and Beouf today?”  

I suppressed a growl.  Tracy had a habit of addressing me by my first name only when she was worried.  Of course she knew something happened.  How couldn’t she?  “Nothing is wrong with me and Beouf.”  At least she’d been civil enough to wait till nap time to bring it up.

“Yeah.  Beouf said the same thing,” Tracy whispered.  “That’s how I know it’s bul…-” she stopped.  “That’s how I know it’s a lie.  Both you guys seem really off today, and you didn’t walk up to the front with us.”   

Beouf was bothered too?  Some part of me was happy about that.  It felt...good...knowing I could upset a big strong Amazon.  “How’s Beouf off?” I asked.  I hadn't spoken to her since I’d walked out this morning.  Yeah, I’d seen her up front out at the bus loop, but there was a distinct tension: The difference between ‘can’t talk’ and ‘won’t talk’.

“Same way as you,” Tracy told me.  “You get this look when you’re deep in your own head.”  Inwardly I laughed.  Shows how much Tracy knew.  I was always in my own head.  

“What look?”

“Like your mouth and your eyes don’t match.  Like you just bit into a nasty piece of fruit.  Or like you’re constipated.”  If anybody but Tracy would have said that last part…

“Constipated?” I said, trying my best to sound offended without waking the students.

“Last couple of days.”

“I’ve been constipated for the last couple of days…?”  Don’t laugh...don’t laugh...don’t laugh…

“And now Beouf’s got it, too.  She’s got it, too, Boss!”

I snickered. “I made Beouf all backed up?”

We both giggled and shushed each other when Elmer groaned and rolled over.  Mickey yawned, too; not quite asleep  “So what’s going on?” Tracy lowered her voice back down to a whisper.  “Really?

“Mr. Gibson…” a new voice hissed itself into the fray.  Tracy and I whipped our heads up and over to the back door.  A most unwelcome sight was poking her head into my room.   “May I please talk to you?”  Mrs. Zoge asked.  “In private?”  

I threw a glance at Tracy.  It was a glance that screamed ‘Please bail me out.  Make an excuse.  Go to lunch.  Something!’

My assistant looked to me and then back over to Mrs. Zoge. She jerked her head toward the back door. “Go ahead,” she said.  “I’ll watch the kids and go to lunch when you get back.”    Well...fuck…   A mind reader Tracy was not.

Standing up from my desk, I zig zagged past the bodies of sleeping children towards Beouf’s assistant.  She opened the door and ushered me into the space between our two classrooms.  Even there, I felt like she was eyeing me.  I masked my discomfort by folding my hands behind my back, resting them on my waistband as if to catch or slap away prying fingers from my pants.

I pivoted around and looked up to the older, much much larger, woman.  Inhaling through my nose, I steaded myself internally; making my voice as flat and businesslike as I could manage.  “Yes, Mrs. Zoge?  What can I do for-?”

“I’m sorry.”  There.  She just blurted it out.  It wasn’t the automatic, scared apology I’d received the other day.  This?  This seemed on the verge of sincerity.

My eyes shifted over to the door leading to Mrs. Beouf’s room. “For what?” I asked, feigning ignorance.  I’m not sure why.  I should have just said I’d forgiven her and walked away, but some sado-masochistic part in me wanted to watch her squirm; wanted to give the woman a chance to fuck up again.  Or maybe I just wanted a reason to stay mad.   

After the past few days it felt good to be mad, even a little bit. 

If there’s an opposite of a smirk, Zoge was doing it.  “For...for...checking…accidentally...for checking...for...your...”  Behind my back my hands were balling up into fists. I don’t know what I was thinking.   If there was a way to hate and enjoy something simultaneously, I’d found it.

“Excuse me?” I said.  “What are you trying to tell me?”  Mentally I was urging her.  Taunting her. 

Say it.  Say it.  I know you want to.  Do it.  Do it.  Admit what you were doing.  Admit what you wanted to do.  The honesty would be oh so refreshing!

Zoge stopped.  She took a deep breath.  Closed her eyes.  Then she did something completely unexpected.  She bowed.  Completely bowed. She got down on her knees so that she was only a little taller than me and then folded down on herself, palms and forehead flat on the floor.

My yoga videos called this ‘The Child’s Pose.’

“I was wrong,” she said, her forehead still to the floor.  “I violated your personal space and discounted your autonomy.”  The words came out and I still couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  She kept talking. “I don’t think it was a mistake, either,” Zoge sniffed.  I could hear her voice starting to crack.  “If you were one of our students, I could have easily skipped you.  Mrs. Beouf would have checked your dia-...not that you...I mean.  I don’t know that it was conscious...but...but…”

My mouth was dry.  My pulse was racing. The room felt incredibly warm.  Holy shit!  She was saying it.  She was actually saying it!  I stumbled over to the wall for balance. “Mrs. Zoge...what are you...-?”

“I think maybe I’d hoped to catch you.” Her voice was quiet but I could tell she was crying.  If this was a performance it was a damn good one.  

And why would someone like Zoge admit this? Behind Forrest and Brollish, Zoge was easily a solid bronze in the all ‘All Littles Need Diapers’ olympics; and she was only that low because she wasn’t blatantly trying to loop me into that belief on a weekly basis.  Now she was copping to it!

More importantly, why did I feel so bad about it?  Is this what the mouse felt when he saw the crying lion with a thorn in its paw?  How was this possible?  How was I feeling sorry for her?  “Mrs. Zoge,” I started, I-”

“I have disgraced myself.” she said. “If you were an Amazon you’d have every right to ask me to be disciplined.” My throat was actually starting to feel tight. “But I know that’s unlikely for you.  Tell me what I must do to make things right.”

“Mrs. Zoge,” I said, finding my voice.  “Did Mrs. Beouf ask you to do this?” 

Mrs. Zoge looked up.  Tears were gently, gracefully sliding down her face. I’d never seen an Amazon cry before that moment.  Not an adult one.  It was unsettling.  “No, sir,” she said.  “I just need to make this right.”

“Why?”  Why was I asking why?!  The hell was wrong with me?

She blinked back her tears.  “Because not all Littles are children,” she said.  “And I’m setting a bad example for my daughter and the others who are.”

“Why do you care about setting examples if your Littles will never grow up?”  I asked.  Immediately I hated myself.  I sounded like a typical Amazon just then.

“Because children still learn about their world, Mr. Gibson.”  Mrs. Zoge said. She wiped her face on her sleeve.  She stood up.  A soft, demure smile came to her. “And I want my children to learn that the world is fair.”

I was standing straighter, too.  “It’s not, though.”

“No,” she agreed.  “It’s not.  But it’s my responsibility as an adult to try.”  She looked at me.  “How do I make this right, Mr. Gibson?  Shall I wear diapers for a day?  A week?  Till Spring Break? Summer Vacation?”  There was resignation in her voice.  Weary but determined.  It felt like she was asking me to flog her in the public square.

Wild.  Just wild. I couldn’t believe it.  This was a trap.  It had to be a trap.  From the back of my head, my survival instinct was screaming behind a carefully constructed cage of etiquette.  It was a trap.  But it wasn’t.  I knew it wasn’t.  Amazons were crazy, and if you managed to trigger their crazy in the right way, they still had to play by their own asinine rules.  That’s why Zoge had been crying. 

In her eyes, she’d trespassed on an actual adult, and the penalty for most Amazon trespasses was, of course, diapers.  Her own crazy brain couldn’t accept less.

  This was the opportunity of a lifetime.

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“Hey,” I said as I walked into Mrs. Beouf’s class.  It was later that same afternoon.  The buses had just left and every teacher at Oakshire Elementary had done the weak and weary shuffle back to their classrooms to either grade papers or blow off steam; sometimes a little bit of both.

Mrs. Grange was in Beouf’s room, too.  “Oh hey, Clark.” she said.  She gave me a friendly little wave.  Ever since she’d pitched in for that I.E.P. meeting, she was spending more and more time with our tiny clique.  At this rate she’d be dashing across campus just to join us for our morning walk up to the front office.

“Hey Janet,” I said back.  “Mrs. Beouf, can I speak to you for a second?”

Beouf adjusted her glasses and swiveled around in her seat to look at me.  “Of course, Mr. Gibson.”  She didn’t seem angry, but it wasn’t the same relaxed routine that we’d developed over the years, either.   

Janet caught a look from both of us and politely excused herself.   “I’ve got papers to grade.  See you both later!”   Maybe Janet could teach Tracy how to better read a room, I mused.

All the doors were closed: Both the door leading to my room and outside Beouf’s were shut. Even the side room with all the cribs, the Nap Room, was shut.   We were alone.  “Mrs. Zoge apologized to me today.”

“I know,” Beouf said.  “I didn’t tell her to.”  No anger.  Just matter-of-fact.  

“Did she tell you she offered to punish herself for me?”

From behind Beouf’s glasses I saw eyes open wide in surprise.  “That I did not know.”  she said.  “She didn’t mention it.”

“Probably didn’t get the chance,” I offered.  In truth, Zoge might have been too embarrassed to bring it up.

Beouf exhaled.  “Am I going to have to be checking my assistant’s diapers starting tomorrow?”

I shook my head.  “Nope.  She made the offer, but I let her off the hook.  I just made her promise to never do it again.”

“Really?”  Beouf sounded pleasantly surprised.  “I wouldn’t have guessed. No offense.”

“None taken,” I said.  “It was tempting.”

She stood up and walked around her desk.  “I’ll bet.  It’s not exact a secret that you’re uncomfortable around her.”

“It isn’t?”

“You’re not really a hard read, Clark.” Beouf rolled her eyes.  She was smiling at least. “I see that look you get when Forrest gets up to her schtick.”  She let out a disgusted sigh.

“Oh,” I piped up. “I’d have her pantsless and padded up in a second.  No questions asked. She’d deserve it.”

Beouf was relaxing by the minute.  “Do tell, Mr. Gibson.”

“There’s karma and there’s revenge,” I said.  I thumbed to myself. “Me? I’m a karma guy.” 

“That’s very mat…” Beouf stopped herself, catching her typical Amazon crazy before it spilled out.  “That’s why I think we’re such good friends, Clark.”

I smiled, but it didn’t reach my eyes.  Now for the hard part.  “Yeah.  About that.” I said.  Deep breath.  “I’m sorry about this morning.  I’m in the middle of...processing things, and I got angry.”

She shrugged.  “I understand.  I was in your room. Your space.  You got angry. You walked away.  It was the best thing you could do in the moment.”

“So you’re not mad?”

Beouf scoffed. “You bet I was mad!” her voice went up almost an octave. She laughed.  “But I can be upset and still be your friend.  And I’m over it if you are.”

“Still friends?” I asked.

“Always. Can I give you a hug?”  She got down on one knee and opened her arms wide.  

I huffed.  Fine.  “Sure.”  I walked up and allowed her to hug me, only slightly afraid that when she stood up she’d snatch me up with her.  

When she released me she said.  “Thanks. I really needed that.”

Surprising myself, I said, “Yeah.  Me too.”

In retrospect, I sometimes remind myself of moments like this one.  I don’t think I’ve ever seriously expected to change the entire world.  I’ve really just wanted small things. Meaningful things.  Little things:

Like a hug from a trusted friend and confidant.

Or a sincere apology.

Or even an Amazon’s tears.

[Sarah Penguin]

[kirababy]

another lovely chapter - lots to process - but still get some tension building, looking forward to more.

[Personalias]

9 hours ago, kirababy said:

another lovely chapter - lots to process - but still get some tension building, looking forward to more.

Thank you. 

(Cheap Plug) I'm up to chapter 39 on Patreon.

But regardless, I'm having a lot of fun with tension and release with this story.

 

[YourFNF]

That was majorly unexpected. I have a feeling things would go poorly though for even an Amazon that tries to change things. Still Redemption arc???

[Personalias]

9 hours ago, YourFNF said:

That was majorly unexpected. I have a feeling things would go poorly though for even an Amazon that tries to change things. Still Redemption arc???

The title of this story may (MAY) be misleading.  (For those of you reading this on patreon. No spoilers!)

But in all seriousness, I wanted to give more nuance to the Amazons in my story.  Yes, some are complete evil cartoon characters like Forrest and Brollish.  But I wanted at least a few with at least some redeeming qualities.

[YourFNF]

2 hours ago, Personalias said:

The title of this story may (MAY) be misleading.  (For those of you reading this on patreon. No spoilers!)

But in all seriousness, I wanted to give more nuance to the Amazons in my story.  Yes, some are complete evil cartoon characters like Forrest and Brollish.  But I wanted at least a few with at least some redeeming qualities.

Makes sense ?

[Guilend]

Mrs. Zoge is lucky I'm not Clark. She'd be spending a very long time in diapers and probably need to go through potty training again if it were up to me lol.

 

If I was a free, independent Little in this DD world, there's be a lot of diapered Amazons running around lol. At least till another Amazon figures out what I'm doing lol

[Moon3ye]

35 minutes ago, Guilend said:

Mrs. Zoge is lucky I'm not Clark. She'd be spending a very long time in diapers and probably need to go through potty training again if it were up to me lol.

There you can also strip naked and piss on yourself right in front of the next Amazon and say "Please take me with you mommy".

Clark did the only right thing. He showed that he is an adult who forgives and not a vindictive little kid.

For a little one like him, acting vengeful would have been a safe ticket in diapers.

Because what adult would behave like that and not forgive, he would only prove that he is immature and needs a new mom.

[Renly]

Me ósólo mucho el capítulo, me hizo en parte divertido, encantador y "humano" ?

[Personalias]

2 hours ago, Renly said:

Me ósólo mucho el capítulo, me hizo en parte divertido, encantador y "humano" ?

Gracias 

[Jayme]

To forget is to be human to forgive is to be devine... at least I think that's how the saying goes. Clark has to always be on guard around the other Amazons. Every action he takes has to be careful and calculated to get the safest result for him.

[kerry]

OK, this has been driving me nuts for months. 

Beouf. 

The only reasonable way I can think of to pronounce that vowel is the French way, which involves a sound not generally heard at all in English (the sound of -er without the final r). How did you mean it to be pronounced?

[WBDaddy]

24 minutes ago, kerry said:

OK, this has been driving me nuts for months. 

Beouf. 

The only reasonable way I can think of to pronounce that vowel is the French way, which involves a sound not generally heard at all in English (the sound of -er without the final r). How did you mean it to be pronounced?

I read it the same way I read "beouf bourguignon"...

[kerry]

But that would still use the French vowel if accurately pronounced...

[WBDaddy]

17 minutes ago, kerry said:

But that would still use the French vowel if accurately pronounced...

Yes.  

[kerry]

Sounds so weird in English. ?