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

[Personalias]

3 hours ago, DiaperBoy37 said:

Another great chapter

Thanks!  What'd you enjoy about it?

 

3 hours ago, Guilend said:

I'm loving it. I wonder if that one Amazon woman got punished by her bodd for her chocolate trick backfiring? 

Miss Forrest most likely got a terrible tongue lashing, considering that her trick didn't result in any "actual adults" (read Amazons) getting poisoned.  It's not what she would have deserved, but then again, this story isn't called "Fair".

[Samriis]

Personally, I love the struggle and successes of Clark.  I love how he is the able to survive in an insane world; how he can do the impossible.   And I think that's what makes him so interesting to read about...  He is a little version of Gattaca, in that one slip up and life as he knows it is over... the diaper dimension world is one of my favorite to read about and I think you have one of my favorite storyline foundations

[WBDaddy]

6 hours ago, Personalias said:

this story isn't called "Fair".

Wait wut?  *flounces off arrogantly*   

[Personalias]

6 hours ago, Samriis said:

Personally, I love the struggle and successes of Clark.  I love how he is the able to survive in an insane world; how he can do the impossible.   And I think that's what makes him so interesting to read about...  He is a little version of Gattaca, in that one slip up and life as he knows it is over... the diaper dimension world is one of my favorite to read about and I think you have one of my favorite storyline foundations

Thank you!  I got the idea of this story from reading Chasing Emily.  Another story about a Little who seems to understand the rules and tropes of the DD, and it informed the early chapters of this story, greatly.

6 hours ago, WBDaddy said:

Wait wut?  *flounces off arrogantly*   

Sorry, lol.

[Guilend]

13 hours ago, Personalias said:

Miss Forrest most likely got a terrible tongue lashing, considering that her trick didn't result in any "actual adults" (read Amazons) getting poisoned.  It's not what she would have deserved, but then again, this story isn't called "Fair".

Lol I know. I just figured something more would've happened like her getting fired for almost poisoning her boss and acting a fool.

 

I was curious tough, you mentioned that if a staff member pees or poops their panties they'd have to wear just in case diapers. How does that work? Do they get spanked for soiling themselves? Does someone change them, check them and do they get help to use the toilet? What happens if they use their diapers? Does the other staff ignore it or do they tease them? Pat their butts and stuff? How often does it actually happen? Just curious.  You don't have to explain, especially if you'll be explaining it more in the story later.

[littleTomás]

So good! So Typical Amazons really means Fuck You. I like that

[Personalias]

3 hours ago, littleTomás said:

So good! So Typical Amazons really means Fuck You. I like that

I mean, TECHNICALLY, Typical Amazons means "Fucking Amazons", but yeah.  Also, to be fair, it's not quite a literal translation.  Basically just picture that you're not allowed to swear (because unfair societal expectations), and that every time you're teeth gnashingly, eye rollingly frustrated with how fucked up the world is and you feel powerless and the only comfort you can take is feeling like you're one of the few people who can see through the bullshit.

That's what "Typical" is.

I bring that up, because on the whole, I consider myself an "Architect" when it comes to writing.  I know generally what's going to happen at the end of my story the moment I hit the beginning; and I usually have the main cast of characters and important plot points developed at least in my mind.  

But like any construction, there's room to improvise, and shore things up, or add more support here, or a beam there.  And when I was developing Clark's voice and mindset, the word "Typical" came up again and again and again.  

Clark is in his thirties and has grown up in the Diaper Dimension; even if it's just this little podunk suburbia corner of it called Oakshire.  He KNOWS that the rules aren't in his favor, but he also KNOWS that that's normal.

So I started using "Typical" when he spoke as a shorthand for frustratingly Mommy Domme Amazons who just didn't listen...y'know...like most of the Amazons in most DD stories.  

And when I wrote this chapter, with him talking to Chaz and laying down some harsh truths, I realized that Typical was his go-to method of expressing his own anger and frustration, and that in its own way was a coded swear word...or even a non-coded one; just one he couldn't get in trouble for saying.

[YourFNF]

So one thing I've actually thought about s lot is that if they would just chill a little the Amazon's would probably have a lot of volunteers from other dimensions. Which lends support to the social control theory.

[Moon3ye]

1 hour ago, YourFNF said:

So one thing I've actually thought about s lot is that if they would just chill a little the Amazon's would probably have a lot of volunteers from other dimensions. Which lends support to the social control theory.

I have often thought so, too. For example, if it were to be a contract which the Amazons also adhered to ( exchange from BabySofia is a good example) then I'm sure people from our dimension would come over to the DD. But whether the Amazons would stick to these contracts is very questionable in my opinion.

[Personalias]

Chapter 8: Guest Lecturer  

“Okay folks,” I said. “Check out this neat trick.”  A bunch of Amazon third graders looked at me expectantly as I got ready to show them the math trick I’d worked out when I was bored.  “We’re talking about the Greatest Common Factor, today.” 

I got a chorus of exasperated groans in reply.  “Yeah, yeah,” I said.  “I know I know.  This is soooo easy that you’re tired of it.  Right?  Right.” 

More groans and shaking of heads.  A hand went up.  “Mrs. Grange, this stuff is haaaard!” A bunch of kids grumbled in agreement.   

“Just give Mr. Gibson your attention,” Grange said, staying at her desk.  “This will help and he only has half an hour.”  My stomach grumbled. I was skipping lunch for this.  Somehow, Brollish got wind of my plans to guest lecture in Mrs. Grange class.

I could leave my kiddos with Tracy in the lunchroom and skip my own lunch when I wasn’t required to be teaching, but I had to be “supervising” my preschoolers during their scheduled nap time.  Beouf tried to have my back, but technically the giant bitch was within her rights as Principal.

“How can the baby teacher teach us math?”  A kid I didn’t know asked; his cheek smashed lazily into the palm of his hand.

Mrs. Grange didn’t bother to get up from her desk.  “Just because he teaches the babies doesn’t mean he doesn’t know much more than them, Kayden.”  The kid sat up straight under her glare. “Or do you think you’ll be smarter than me once you’ve reached fourth grade?”

“No ma’am.” 

Another student behind Kayden tapped him on the shoulder.  “Mr. Gibson taught me to read!” she said.  Holy crud, Hyacinth had gotten big!  I almost didn’t recognize her.

“Please proceed, Mr. Gibson.”

I smiled.  “Thank you Mrs. Grange.”  I walked over to the board.  “I assume you all have something to take notes on.  Whiteboards or notebook paper?”

“They should all have their tablets out and ready, Mr. Gibson.”  The few unprepared third graders took the hint and dug around in their desks.

I walked up to the board.  “So let’s take a second to consider the words. Greatest Common Fac-..”  And I stopped cold.  I couldn’t reach the board.  Out of habit, I looked around for a step stool.  I found none.  “Um...I can’t reach.”

Giggling from the students.  My classroom wasn’t Little equipped either, but I’d been teaching in it so long that I’d adapted it for my purposes.  Here?  Not so much. “A chair please?” I said as calmly as I could.  I glanced at the clock.

Tick. Tock.  My stomach growled again.  If I was even a minute late, Brollish would put it in my file.  If I didn’t do a good enough job for Grange, I’d be “unreliable” or some bullshit, I was sure.

“Hurry!”  Mrs. Grange. clapped.  “Time is money, kids!”

A student pushed an empty chair up to the front and gave me a friendly nod.  “Thank you Mason.” I nodded back.  Mason was a good kid.  I tried climbing up the chair and pulled myself up and I scrambled up.  These chairs were NOT meant for someone my size.

I stood up and grabbed a stylus for the digital board.  “Let’s talk about Greatest. Common. Factor.  What does it mean?  Let’s look at those words and use the commutative property of…”

“This is stupid!” A voice called from the back.  “Why do we need to know this?  When are we ever gonna use this stuff?”

“Jeremy Merriwether!”  Mrs. Grange barked.  

I held out my palm in the universal sign for “stop”.  “I think I got this, Mrs. Grange.”  Jeremy Merriwether was a former student of mine.  “Question Mr. Merriwether?”

“Why do we gotta learn this?” He demanded to know.  “When are we ever going to know this?”

“Besides the end of the year assessment?” I asked. He grunted in reply.  “Maybe never,” I said.  “But learning Math isn’t just about memorization.  It’s about problem solving.  It’s about learning the rules and relationships between things and seeing how they’re connected.  It’s about-”

Jeremy stood up at his desk.  “Why can’t we just memorize the facts?  Why do we need tricks?”  Jeremy always did have a penchant for interrupting. I’d hoped he’d grow out of it.  Not yet, it seemed.  I was disappointed.  Disappointed, but not surprised.

I stood up tall in my chair, hands behind my back.  “There are over a hundred trillion atoms in a single cell, Mr. Merriwhether.  Would you rather memorize each individual atom, or figure out the patterns so you can worry about the bigger picture?”

The rest of the class looked at me as if I was some sort of guru.  Wisdom from the mouths of Littles.  Jeremy was not.  “Gibson’s not even potty trained!  He’s just a Little!”

“JEREMY-!”  Grange was getting out of her seat.  I didn’t know if Amazons had paddles in their desks or if that was just a rumor, and I didn’t need to find out.

I hopped down from the chair.  “What’s two plus two, Mr. Merriwhether?”

“Four.  Duh!”

“Could you teach me that?”

“Course I could. I know it.”

Damn, I loved it when Amazons got smug.  “Then how could I not be potty trained?  I potty trained you.” I said.

A beat of silence.  Then the class erupted into laughter, and from their eyes and pointing fingers, it was obvious that they weren’t laughing at me, but with me.  “Class...heheh” Mrs. Grange started hiding her mouth behind her hand.  She was smiling.  “Settle down...heh..heh.”  The laughter didn’t stop.  “It’s not that...it’s not that…”

I climbed back up on the chair in front of the board.  It was easier the second time.  I got a running start.  I waved my hands to get their attention.  “TO BE FAIR! TO BE FAIR!” I yelled over the laughter (and Jeremy’s angry scowl), “THAT WAS WHEN JEREMY WAS VERY YOUNG!”  They started to settle down.  Oddly enough, public humiliation seemed to be something of an Amazon ice -breaker. And standing up and waving my arms to get kids’ attention was nothing new.  “THAT WHEN HE WAS VERY YOUNG!  He’s much older now.  You all are.”

Then Mrs. Grange threw in.  “And do want to act like the older and mature third graders that I know you are?  Or do you want to whine about how hard things are and act like one of Mr. Gibson’s current students instead of his graduated students?”

That brought everyone back to attention.  A few of my former students actually grinned proudly at that. I grinned back at them, but inwardly I sighed.  It always came back to maturity, with these people didn’t it?  Typical Amazons.  At least Mrs. Grange didn’t stoop to comparing her students to babies... or Littles.  I looked up at the clock.  Time to cram a thirty minute lesson into twenty.   “As I was saying…”

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That afternoon, after school, there was a knocking at my classroom door.  I jogged over and pulled the cord on the handle, yanking it down and opening the door from the inside.  The towering form on the other side pulled on the door.  “Knock knock,” she said, still coming in.  It was Mrs. Grange. She took a step in and froze.  “Oops!  Sorry about that, Mr. Gibson! I didn’t see you there.”

I was already backpedaling, more than used to Amazons about to knock me over.  It was almost like that without some indicator that I was a baby, I was invisible at times and they wouldn’t think to look down,  (even when they were entering my room).

“Well hello, Mrs. Grange!”  My voice became all fake smiles.  “What can I do for you?”

“I just wanted to thank you again.  About half of my kids, my lower half, too, really took to that trick you showed them during your lunch.  If you ever have any others, talk to me and we’ll try to have you drop on by.  Maybe get Mrs. Brollish to let you get your lunch,too.”

More fake smiles from me.  “Oh sure,” I said.  “I’ll let you know if I think of anything.”  It wasn’t exactly a lie.  I just had zero intention of agonizing over Oakshire’s Third Grade Math Curriculum and wasn’t going to lose any sleep agonizing over clever little workarounds.  I’d done the other one because I was bored and Grange had stumbled onto it.

What Mrs. Grange’s students learned was another method to solve some niche math problems.  What I’d learned was to hide my notes and scribblings better if I didn’t want to be put into sudden jeopardy.

“Were you able to get your lunch time back?”

I motioned to the empty cafeteria tray still laying on my desk; scraped clean.  “Tracy snuck me something from the cafeteria during nap time.  She’s good like that.”

“Ah,” Mrs. Grange said.  “Well I loved having you in my classroom today.”  She looked back over to the tray.  “You’re lucky to have Tracy.  I’m jealous.”

I bit down on my most caustic reply- something-something-kick-around-something, and instead said.  “Assistants are nice.  Definitely helps with my caseload.  They can be a handful.”

“Yeah,” Grange agreed. “I bet they are.  Mine are too, but they’re old enough to understand threats and I’m allowed to kick them out of my room for a couple of minutes.”  She laughed at her own joke.  “Must be nice to have another adult to talk to though.  Gets lonely going six to  seven hours with nothing but kids.  Being in here with Tracy, with another adult, was a nice change of pace.”  

Quietly, I sucked in my breath a bit, genuinely taken aback. Did this Amazon just casually label both me, a Little; and Tracy, a Tweener as ‘Adults’.  “It’s one of the few perks,” I allowed.  I was still weary of a trap of some kind, but I couldn’t see any sign of a bait or tripwire.  Better to verbally high step it.  “Doesn’t mean this job is easy though.”  I instantly regretted that and backpedaled.  “Nothing I can’t handle, of course.”

“Of course,” Mrs. Grange said.  “I couldn’t handle your students all the time.  They’re still babies, but you’re expected to turn them into tiny adults!”  I felt myself nodding in earnest.  Amazons did have some weird double standards regarding their parenting.  They both spoiled their kids and expected them to grow up awfully quick.  One tended to hinder the other.    “Some days I feel like I can barely keep my guys in line, and they’re supposed to know better.”  She put her hand on my shoulder and I almost flinched.  Almost. “I’m really sorry about their behavior today.  That was uncalled for and disrespectful.”

I tried not to look at her hand.  It could slide off my shoulder and down to my wrist at any moment.  “They’re a good bunch,” I said.  Then I dared to add, “After they get the giggles out of their systems.”

She released my shoulder and stood up to her full height.  “The way you talked to Jeremy Merriwether was hilarious.”

“Yeah,” I blushed a bit.  “I’m sorry about that, Mrs. Grange.”

“Pffft,” she waved my apology off.  “Jeremy’s an asshole who needed to be taken down a peg.  I’m sure I’ll get an angry phone call from his mother.  I’ve dealt with her before.”

I groaned.  Mrs. Merriwether was no picnic either.  “Me too.”

Grange turned to let herself out.  “Thank you again.”

“No problem,” I said out of habit.  “Have a good evening Mrs. Grange.”

She smiled, her hand frozen on the handle.  “There aren’t any kids around.  Call me ‘Janet’.”

Wow.  Okay.  Hadn’t seen that one coming.  “I’m just old fashioned,” I said.  “I was taught to call teachers by their proper titles.”

“Me too.  And I was taught to refer to co-workers by their first names after hours.”  Wow.  I didn’t even call Beouf by her first name most of the time.

“Alright…Janet.”  The name tasted funny on my tongue.  Funny.  But not bad.  “I’m Clark.”

Mrs. Grange...Janet... opened the door, and stuck a foot out.  “Thanks again...Clark.”
 

[Samriis]

I really like the foundation you're laying... taking a different direction too I think which I really appreciate.  So, if I'm guessing, I'd say that the school is solidifying behind him and that sometime in the future someone in authority is going to come in and shake things up?  Maybe a new principle... or a wealthy mother who thinks that her influence is more important than the rules... or could go a completely different direction... a little liberation front could have infiltrated the classes and is trying to take revenge on Clark for being a helper and the teachers work together to save him from their advances... 

Whatever the case, I look forward in eager anticipation to the next installment. 

[littleTomás]

Huh, so that didn’t go down the tube the way I was expecting. My next question is when will things change? The plot has to go somewhere after all ?

[kirababy]

enjoyed the chapter, but like the others above, am wondering what the conflict will be...we know some is coming, but what will it be?

[Personalias]

8 hours ago, Samriis said:

I really like the foundation you're laying... taking a different direction too I think which I really appreciate.  So, if I'm guessing, I'd say that the school is solidifying behind him and that sometime in the future someone in authority is going to come in and shake things up?  Maybe a new principle... or a wealthy mother who thinks that her influence is more important than the rules... or could go a completely different direction... a little liberation front could have infiltrated the classes and is trying to take revenge on Clark for being a helper and the teachers work together to save him from their advances... 

Whatever the case, I look forward in eager anticipation to the next installment. 

Very interesting predictions.

I hope you're enjoying the suspense, as well as the interpersonal interactions between Clark and the various people in his life.

5 hours ago, littleTomás said:

Huh, so that didn’t go down the tube the way I was expecting. My next question is when will things change? The plot has to go somewhere after all ?

This is definitely a slow burn, I'll admit.  There's a reason I call this "A novel" and not just "a story".  BUT, you're right.  This is a DD setting.  I think we all know what's going to happen at some point.  The thing is I wanted to give people a more in depth look at the "before" so that what happens "after" will have more meaning.

1 hour ago, kirababy said:

enjoyed the chapter, but like the others above, am wondering what the conflict will be...we know some is coming, but what will it be?

You'll see. 

[YourFNF]

So  Ms. Grange may be a possible ally or playing a long game? Interesting

[Moon3ye]

1 hour ago, YourFNF said:

So  Ms. Grange may be a possible ally or playing a long game? Interesting

Amazons can never be an ally. They are always a danger. They can only be less dangerous than other or more liberal views. But in the end it is Amazons who can be controlled by their instincts and that never ends well for a bit. Our main character probably knows this more than well and doesn't consider Amazons as real allies but only as less dangerous than others.

[YourFNF]

22 minutes ago, Moon3ye said:

Amazons can never be an ally. They are always a danger. They can only be less dangerous than other or more liberal views. But in the end it is Amazons who can be controlled by their instincts and that never ends well for a bit. Our main character probably knows this more than well and doesn't consider Amazons as real allies but only as less dangerous than others.

Good point although I would consider it more social conditioning

[Moon3ye]

2 hours ago, YourFNF said:

Good point although I would consider it more social conditioning

Really, conditioning? Hasn't it been said in several DD stories that it's an overdeveloped mother instinct, especially in female Amazons, that makes them want to babysit every little one?

[Personalias]

4 hours ago, Moon3ye said:

Really, conditioning? Hasn't it been said in several DD stories that it's an overdeveloped mother instinct, especially in female Amazons, that makes them want to babysit every little one?

There is no hard canon in Diaper Dimension.  It's what works for each individual author for the story that they want to tell.

[littleTomás]

13 hours ago, Personalias said:

This is definitely a slow burn, I'll admit.  There's a reason I call this "A novel" and not just "a story".  BUT, you're right.  This is a DD setting.  I think we all know what's going to happen at some point.  The thing is I wanted to give people a more in depth look at the "before" so that what happens "after" will have more meaning.

I like that and it makes sense. You've really done your due diligence to put us into the world and the world of the main character: someone whose life is constantly teetering on the edge of slipping away from him. One misstep and he'll be gone forever from the life he knows. Understanding that situation is going to make the exportation of this timebomb all the more shocking and interesting. I'm curious what's going to happen to someone who knows all the methods a teacher uses to retrain a little when he's the little in the situation.

[Baby Billy]

I'm glad to see that you are posting more often on this site.  I love reading the comments as everyone tries to guess where you are going.  Please keep it going they will enjoy it.?

[Panther Cub]

I've been wondering. Can anyone make a country in the Diaper Dimension?

[Personalias]

1 hour ago, Panther Cub said:

I've been wondering. Can anyone make a country in the Diaper Dimension?

Do you mean as a writer?  Yeah.  There's no form or shared universe beyond what you want to borrow from other people.

Most DD stories by different authors really only have the common elements of Littles, In Betweeners, and Amazons.  Everything else varies in degrees.  

The only hard and fast rules is don't use Princess Potty Pants's (the creator of this concept) OC's

I wanted my story to take place in kind of a small town- almost suburban vibe- so instead of the big city I set mine primarily in "Oakshire".  Which is just a name I made up.

[Panther Cub]

Cool! OH! What is the average height of Amazons? And how much do they weigh, again on average?

[Personalias]

1 hour ago, Panther Cub said:

Cool! OH! What is the average height of Amazons? And how much do they weigh, again on average?

Not important to my story and every author has their own opinion.  Some people think Littles are smaller than average humans; others think that Littles ARE humans in everything but name.

All that matters to me is the relative scale between the three types of people.