diaper dimension Little Shield and Sword Epilogue

[Guilend]

I bet one of them Amazon women are going to be punished. I wonder how they punish women in that country?

[Genossin]

TW- violence, bone breaking, forced confessions, forced regression, and frankly most other unpleasant things

 

Chapter 9: First Lessons

 

Well, now we’ll see what they’re going to do.  I shift in my chair.  The straps are strong, but not so tight as to cut in.  Looking around, I can see that the chairs seem to be spaced to allow amazons to walk between them.  There’s a desk and a chalkboard at the front of the room.  My hands are tied to the sides of the seat, but have a good range of movement. Of course the buckles are on the reverse of the straps, so no little could get out any way that I see.  Guess I’m waiting here.  I take the moment to relax and wet- after the last 12 hours, I realize it feels reassuring.  I can feel my diaper puffing up and it feels warm.  That’s enough of that.  Got to stay alert.  I suck my bottle absently, thinking about seeing Elaine again tonight.

 

The doors behind me open up, and more littles are brought in.  I can’t see much- my chair is similar to a car seat and I’ve got upholstered plastic on three sides of my head.  I hear footsteps, some crying followed by a smacking noise, and then the sounds of women being strapped into the other chairs.  

 

A man’s voice starts speaking.

“Well done, Nurses.  I think we can start giving these girls their shots before their lessons.  Ah, Nurse Elaine, good work with the nursing practice.  22 and 23 should be marked as having had some preliminary reconditioning.”  He steps to the front of the room, and I can see he’s tall, even for an amazon, and in a long labcoat only slightly whiter than the pallor of his skin.  About the only specks of pigment come from his horn glasses.  One of the other nurses hands him a case and he takes a look at me, kneeling down to near my level.

 

“So, little 22.  Elaine tells me your name was Melanie.  I bet you’re excited to find out what your new mommy and daddy will name you!  I’m Dr. Schenk, I run this facility.  Oh dear, a little pout?  Well, you’re about to learn why you shouldn’t be pouting.  Now hold still- I need to give you a shot that will help me learn more about you, and how we can help you be a better little girl.  You want to be the cutest little baby in our school, don’t you?”  I’m just looking up at him, keeping my face flat as can be.  He takes out some instruments, what looks like a curved set of pliers, large enough to envelope my head, and a ruler.  He grips my head with the pliers

 

“That’s a good girl, I just need to get my craniometer set right…  Hmmm.  Yes.  Your hair is naturally this color, I take it?”  He strokes my pigtails and I flinch.  He continues.  

 

“Of course it is.  Alpine race.  Perfect specimen for adoption- did you know that you’re naturally obedient?  And just perfect for making lots of little babies so everyone can have a perfect little doll!”

 

I smile grimly up at him. 

“I bet I could tell much more about you from the tattoo in your armpit than you can tell from my head size.”  This shuts him up for a moment.  But then he laughs.

 

“You’d be right, of course.  But I’m just working for the betterment and protection of the German family, as I always have.  I was an army doctor as well, and God was with me every moment in my lab.”  

 

“Well, what a pity we can’t arrest Him.  But I rather think there are a number of people looking for you in Berlin, and in Tel Aviv for that matter.”

 

“Oh, not after we reunify our country and I sell my littles to those you mention in Tel Aviv.  After all, it’s in the Bible- God took five children from Job, and gave him five new ones, so they were all square, really.  Now, lean your head forward and hold still.  This will just hurt for a moment.”  I yelp at the strength of his bony hand as it tips my head forward and I catch a glimpse of the syringe- and a label reading “nanoprobe”!  This is something to do with the treatment that will attack my muscles; suddenly I’m shaking and then there’s a searing pain as the amazon-sized needle goes down the back of my shirt and between my shoulderblades.  I moan through gritted teeth

 

“My friends are going to send you to Siberia, you fascist ghoul.  And I’ll be there to see it.”  He looks down at me, then beckons a nurse over.

 

“Could we get a nice silencer pacifier for this little girl?  She doesn’t need to talk for the first part of the class, does she?”  The nurse shakes her head.

 

“Oh definitely not, Doctor. I’ve got one here.”  She pulls it out of her apron, pinches my nose, and shoves it in, pressing the button to inflate it twice.  My mouth is forced open as the bulb is shoved in, squeaking off my teeth.  I gag as the straps are fastened around my head.

 

A shorter amazon, almost a betweener, gets up in the front of the room.  Her curly gray hair cascades down around a simpering smile.

 

“Good morning, girls!”  she waves at us.  “I’m Miss Nina, and I’ll be your teacher this week.  Is everyone ready to learn how much more fun it is to be good babygirls?”  The resulting silence doesn’t seem to phase Miss Nina, and she grins.

 

“Well, if you’re all being quiet, I guess you’re pretty happy in your little chairs!  Of course, some of you are already so lucky, you’re sucking your pacis and looking ever so cute!  That’s good, because your first job is to poop your diapers!  Don’t be shy- everyone knows littles can’t control it, so just go right ahead!”

 

“We won’t!”  a voice cries out, a voice I recognize as Anja’s.

 

“Oh dear, is someone having a bit of a tantrum?”  Nina grins.  “Nurse Hilda, a nice paci for little 23, if you please!”  Hilde grins as she crosses my field of view, and I hear Anja gagging as the paci is strapped in.

 

“As I was saying, little girls, you need to mess your diapers for me today, so you all know you’re babies and need an amazon to take care of you.  We’ll go through some important lessons, but this is the most important.  Go right ahead!  Of course, I’m in no hurry.  But the first girl to mess her diaper will get a candy.”  

 

I see some indecision on the faces of the other women, but some are resolute. I’m certainly not going to do any such thing before I have to. 

 

“You know girls, I will reward the baby who messes first but only after everyone has messed. I can see that some of you are being stubborn. That’s not a proper thing for a cute little baby to be, is it? No, the more stubborn you are, the more my good girls are going to suffer.”  

 

Dammit, dammit to hell. I can’t just let my comrades sit in poop because of my pride. And I do need to go. Rather badly in fact because of all the laxatives they’ve laced the milk with. I sniff the air. Has anyone else gone? Yes, someone has. Fine. I won’t be the last one. That wouldn’t be comradely. I feel my cheeks burn as it comes out, and the smell surrounds me. I wrinkle my nose. At least they can’t tie that up.  But I don’t feel too bad, at least I still have my pride in having been a good socialist.  But my bottom is warm and sticky, I feel the bubbles escape and the mess is mushy yet scratchy at the same time.

 

Anja ‘s seat is picked up while her nurse checks her diaper.  She looks over at me, and sees from my face that I’ve done it. I see her resolve break too. She won’t be the last one either. It’s not very long before all of us have done it. The smell is horrible. 

 

“Alright, I was taking careful note, and you all have adorable potty faces. The ones who went first will get changed into clean diapers now. The rest of you will get to sit in your lovely warm, soft, comfortable messy diapers for the rest of the morning!  Nurses, change the good girls, please!  And someone, do something about that smell!”

 

All I can do is hope Anja and I weren’t in the last half.  Nurses start fussing around, taking some girls out of their chairs and moving other chairs towards the back of the room.  

 

I feel my chair being picked up.

 

“Come on, little one, stinky babygirls sit in the back.”  I can’t even tell which nurse it is, just that I’m being swung from an amazon’s arm, and oh hell I feel my diaper squishing under me.

 

She sets me down in the back of the room, where I can see the littles in the front being changed by the nursemaids closest to them.  They’re just laid on the floor on changing mats, no privacy at all.  Dr. Schenck struts around, grinning ghoulishly at the girls as their diapers are taken off and their bare bottoms and vulvas are wiped well within his field of view.  Suddenly I realize I’m glad to be in my diaper- I don’t want him looking at me.  I reflexively try to close my legs and only succeed in squeezing my mess into squishing farther forward.  I flinch, but then remember it’s another layer between me and the SS doctor.

 

Nina looks on approvingly as the girls are changed into clean diapers, have their plaid dresses pulled back down, and are strapped back into their chairs.  She pauses in front of one, a woman who looks to be just out of school, tightly curled hair framing her gentle face, big green eyes full of tears.  She’s dressed like the rest of us in green and blue plaid, but has a child harness and leash around her torso.  The poor kid looks a bit like Ute Freudenberg.  Nina scoops the woman up.

 

“Well done, little 11!  What was your name before you came here?”

 

“S-Sandra, Ma’am.”

 

“And now you’re one of Green Valley’s best little students.  What were you doing before you came here?”

 

“I had just applied to study at Humboldt University in the east- they take littles there, I’m going to be a doctor.”  

 

“Ohhh, isn’t that sweet?  Doctor Schenk, this babygirl likes to play doctor!  Maybe if you keep being so good, Dr. Schenk will let you play with his stethoscope for a minute.  But why did you think it was a good idea for you to study anything beyond daycare?  You’re such a good babygirl, it wouldn’t be fair if you weren’t adopted.  You want to be fair, don’t you?  You were the first babygirl to mess herself, so you really know what’s best!  Now, here, you get this little candy because you messed your diaper like a good girl!”  I would do my best not to swallow something this woman gave me, but poor Sandra is shaking with sobs and just opens her mouth, meekly taking the little red candy from Nina’s fingers.  

 

“There, yummy, isn’t it?  It’ll help you mess again soon, since we know you like it so much!  Say it with me: ‘Good girls feel good in messes’.”  Sandra’s eyes close and she just sobs.  Nina grins.  

 

“Oh dear me, you were being so good too!”  

 

She drops Sandra.

 

 Sandra screams and so do most of us, just before Nina yanks on the leash, stopping her an inch from the ground.  I’m not sure, but I think I hear the sound of breaking ribs.  Nina picks Sandra up again, and she lets out a fresh wail.  Yep, the vermin definitely broke the girl’s ribs.  She sets her down into her chair, and buckles her in again.  

“See that when an amazon tells you to say something, you say it, sweetly and promptly.  That goes for all of you, too.  Now, don’t worry, little 11.  Dr. Schenk will make your little tum-tum all better after this lesson.”

 

A nurse comes to the front.  It’s Elaine!  She glares down on Nina, and murmurs in a frigid monotone.

 

“Miss Nina, what you just did was dangerous and completely harmful to the children’s development.  I’m taking 11 to the infirmary right now.  I will be discussing this with the company when they consider whether to hire you back.  And I will notify the Little Protection Services in Gaul as soon as I’m done with this job.  You will never work in MY country again.”  She unbuckles Sandra, and gently cradles her.  

 

“If you’re at last ready to teach the lessons we’re paying you to provide the girls, I suggest you get on with it.”  She flounces towards the door, stopping to look affectionately at me.  

 

Nina scowls, but soon recovers her composure.

 

“Now everyone is ready for the next lessons, and I’m so glad some of you decided to wear your little poopsies for the rest of the lesson- it really is just the thing for babies!  Now, if the nurses could just take the pacifiers out of the mouths of the bad girls, we can get started.”  A nurse comes up behind me, and releases the strap.

 

“Use your voice responsibly, little one.  Or else you’ll have to be punished.”  I take a quick drink from my bottle.  Nina speaks again.

 

“We’re going to do some recitations.  We know you babies can’t read, so when I say something, you’ll repeat it, as sweetly as you can, please.  When I say ‘you’ you say ‘I’.  Understand?”  There’s widespread nodding and muttering.

 

“Oh, that won’t do.  When an amazon or a betweener asks a little a question, the little answers respectfully if they don’t want to be punished.  When I ask you something, you say ‘yes, Miss Nina’ or ‘ no, Miss Nina’.  Let’s try it again.  Does everyone understand?”

 

“Yes, Miss Nina!”  We all chorus.  

 

“Good.  Now, you all have thrown fits and decided that you’re the only person who matters.  That’s understandable, but it’s wrong.  Littles aren’t capable of thinking of others without help, it’s why you’re not people.  So we’re going to teach you just how badly you’ve misbehaved by not giving yourselves to any of the amazon mommies who want a little more than anything in the world!  They are willing to adopt you and keep you as their baby, even though you’re so beastly.  You’re going to be loved, but first you will be taught to deserve it.  Let’s begin.”

 

“You are a spoiled babygirl.”

 

“I’m a spoiled babygirl”

 

“You’ve been selfish, stealing from people, by not giving yourself to an amazon”

 

“I’ve been selfish, stealing from people, by not giving myself to an amazon”

 

“You want to learn to care about others’ feelings”

 

 “I want to learn to care about others’ feelings.”

 

 “You want to stop being selfish.”

 

“I want to stop being selfish” 

 

“You want to please amazons.”  

 

“I want to please amazons.”  

 

“You are a littlegirl, and you exist to be owned.”  

 

“I am a littlegirl, and I exist to be owned.” 

 

“You are not a person; you are a toy.”

 

“I am not a person, I am a toy.”  

 

“All amazons are like your parents.  You should call all amazon men “daddy or “Sir”.”

 

“All amazons are like my parents.  I should call all amazon men ‘Daddy’ or ‘Sir’.”

 

“Your new mommy will be the only one who can ever love you.  Who is the only one who will love you?”  

 

“My new mommy will be the only one who could ever love me”- by this point most of us are crying again.  Nina smirks, and stalks to the back of the room.

 

  “What are you wearing?  A messy diaper!  It is very comfortable and you want to sit in it forever!”

 

“I am wearing a messy diaper.  It is very comfortable and I want to sit in it forever.”

 

“Good girls!”  She beams.  Now we’re going to teach you the right answers to some questions.  Every little wants to be owned.  You are littles.  So what do you want?”

 

“To be owned, Miss Nina.”  Her eyes are darting around the room, gauging enthusiasm.  

 

“Number five, you don’t seem very happy.  Don’t you realize you’ve always wanted to be owned?”  The girl tries to answer but jumps and hiccups in her chair.  Nina glares, drawing a yardstick.

 

“Hand out.” 

 

Number five extends a shaking hand, and Nina smacks it five times.

 

“Now, don’t you realize you’ve always wanted to be owned?”

 

“I-I’ve always wanted to be owned, Miss Nina.”

 

“Oh my good girl, I’m so proud of you!”  Nina swoops down and hugs the weeping woman, and kisses her on the head.  

 

“Let’s get on with the lessons.” 

[Moon3ye]

This is getting more and more interesting. I'm really looking forward to the end and getting there.

[Genossin]

14 hours ago, Moon3ye said:

This is getting more and more interesting. I'm really looking forward to the end and getting there.

Do you see why it's been harder to write with this scene in mind?  It just felt so disturbing and scary and I wanted a moment that really reinforced what amazons can do to littles already.  The forced recitations/confessions followed by hitting really feel real for me, because that's how my father tried to "cure" me of the various alleged illnesses he diagnosed me with, not least of which was my being queer. 

 

I'm hoping the next two-three chapters come more easily, they should feel less personal to write.

[Moon3ye]

4 hours ago, Genossin said:

Do you see why it's been harder to write with this scene in mind?  It just felt so disturbing and scary and I wanted a moment that really reinforced what amazons can do to littles already.  The forced recitations/confessions followed by hitting really feel real for me, because that's how my father tried to "cure" me of the various alleged illnesses he diagnosed me with, not least of which was my being queer. 

 

I'm hoping the next two-three chapters come more easily, they should feel less personal to write.

Ah yes the "good" old slap therapy. (Attention not meant seriously).

My grandpa thought he could beat my ADHD out of me with a belt. Stupid for him that I have a different sense perception by my ADHD and could take him away from the belt and threw out the window.

When he then began to yell at me, my father came in. I have never seen before or since my father yelling at someone the way he yelled at my grandpa at that moment.

[Genossin]

Chapter 10: Discoveries

 

By the end of the morning, tears are streaming down my face, not only from the gradual burning from my drying messy bottom, but also several ruler smacks to the hands and face.  Being made to recite such things doesn’t help either.  Honestly, I’d rather lost track of time until Nina put up her harp- she’d made us sing a song with her about how good it is to be a Green Valley little- and said it was time for the nursemaids to come get us from school!

 

“Be good this afternoon, girls!  Your homework is to wet, or even mess, in your sleep.  So drink lots of special juice tonight, so you’ll get a gold star tomorrow morning!”  The sounds of activity begin to echo through the lecture hall as nurses come to collect their littles.  I see Hilde unstrap Anja from her seat and scoop her up.  As she turns around, Anja over her shoulder, I realize she’s looking at me.  Our eyes meet and I quickly look away.  It’s never a good idea to attract a western amazon’s attention, least of all here.

 

There’s a sudden billowing around me- I realize it’s Mademoiselle Elaine’s skirts, and she bends down, releasing my straps one by one.

 

“There’s my little friend!  We’ll have you out in just one, two, three, four and five!”  I can’t help myself smiling as she counts the buckles she opens.  My arms just shoot up towards her shoulders- I’m a bit embarrassed by how natural it already feels to cling to her, but I’m also genuinely liking her.  A horrible thought enters my head- what if this is just part of the breaking process?  Trauma bonding is extremely effective, after all, and having a handful of sympathetic nursemaids would probably work wonders for the morale of little inmates…

 

Elaine scoops me up, and clutches the back of my head.

 

“I know today was hard, baby.  But you’re through it, and I love you.  Come on, let’s go get you changed!  I’m so proud of you for holding it together.”  She whisks us off, and I really can’t tell where we’re going exactly, and at this point I don’t care.  I also realize that getting cleaned up suddenly seems less important than staying in Mademoiselle Elaine’s arms.

 

If she is a plant, it’s working very well.

 

“Thanks for speaking up earlier.  I’m sorry, but you don’t seem like the kind of person who’d be working here, Mlle. Elaine.  How’d you end up here?”  She looks down at me, and it looks like she’s a bit sad.  She brightens as we reach the dormitory and she puts me down on the changing table.

 

“Well, most of the time, I do my important things, like taking care of littles, in Gaul, where I live.  But the Committee on Nursemaid Assignments called me, and said that a group working with littles just over the border had had an extra volunteer, and that one of their staff nurses had gotten appendicitis- that’s a kind of tummyache.  So I hopped on a TGV and I was here in less than an hour!  A good Nursemaid of Gaul is always ready to go wherever a little needs her!  Now, I know you want to get out and move around, but we just need to make sure you don’t fall off while I change you.”  She gently straps me to the table, pushes my dress up, pulls out a clean diaper, as massive and pink as the one I’m already wearing, and sets it on the shelf, next to the powder, wipes and lotion.

 

“Ok, sweetie, this is going to stink a bit but it’s all fine!”  She raises my legs, and pulls the tabs off.  I feel my diaper peel off my skin, and the rush of air hitting me feels frigid!  I flinch from the cold, and then Mlle. Elaine starts wiping me all over.  This is even colder, but she’s humming and shushing me, and it actually does relax me a bit.  Also getting the unspeakable finally off my backside is a joy.  The smell is even worse than sitting in the classroom surrounded by everyone else, at least it seems to be, but I do seem to be detecting fresh air again.  I’m still not used to being this exposed, much less to being seen to have pooped in my pants!  Mlle. Elaine must see me blushing, because she steps up her cooing over me.

 

“Where’s that little smile?  I’ve got to find it today!”  I smile sadly at her as she finishes cleaning me.  She lets out a loud “Awwww!” and turns around, quickly washing her hands in the sink.  

 

She comes back, and slides the thick diaper under me, then rubs lotion into her hands before gently rubbing my bottom and vulva.  It really doesn’t feel intrusive, maybe just because of the way she’s looking at me.  I decide to ask her something.

“Mo-Mademoiselle Elaine, you said ‘volunteer’...  You know most of us didn’t volunteer for this, right?  I was just snatched from a parking lot and drugged.  Most littles don’t WANT to be babies.”  She looks sad, and slips a pacifier into my mouth, and strokes my face before going back to powdering me.

 

“I do wish they’d been honest with me that you didn’t volunteer, and I’m sorry you’re having such a hard time with this.  In Gaul we’d do things a bit differently, a bit more gently.  We’re very good at getting littles to see that life is just better when you’re adopted.  Melanie, I love you, and want to do the best thing for you, and you need to understand that maturosis is a serious condition.  It makes you behave dangerously, and not understand your own limits.  I’ve seen littles drown in the Albionic Channel because they thought they could swim as well as amazons.  Other littles get badly hurt falling off of tall bookshelves, because they wouldn’t ask an amazon for help.  And of course there are the sheer number of accidents littles have in their pants!  Even you were doing dangerous work in a bakery without knowing how easy it would be to hurt yourself!  The only way to keep you, or any little with maturosis from hurting yourself, is to help you be a good baby like you were supposed to be!”  She can see me scowling, and sighs.

 

“But I don’t support just grabbing random littles off the street.  Even from the east, there’s got to be a process.  This facility really should only be used in the most troublesome cases, and even then, it won’t be as effective as showing a babygirl how much better her life will be when she’s adopted.”  Elaine pulls the front of my diaper up and tapes me in.

 

“I promise you it won’t all be as scary as today has been.  Melanie, I’m going to take your pacifier out now, ok?”  I nod.

 

“Let’s have lunch, and then we can find your friend for playtime, ok?”  She carries me downstairs to the kitchen, grabs a croissant, stowing it in her apron, and then takes a small cup of coffee.  I see other girls being buckled into high chairs, some clearly haven’t been changed since lessons, and look absolutely miserable.  Some lucky others are being breastfed by their nursemaids.  

 

“Mademoiselle Elaine?  What do you like doing when you’re not taking care of us?”  She looks down at me as we reach a rocking chair, and she sits down.

 

“Well, I do smile less when I’m not taking care of someone special, but sometimes I like to read Aeschylus, Tolkien, and so on.  And music- I play a bit of violin.  We do live in an exciting time, musically!  The New Wave here is very exciting, I find.”

 

“I really agree- in the east we’re following it pretty closely- we should have our own electronic albums out soon.  The Puhdys will have one out early next year- apparently Klaus has been itching to try some of these new synthesizers.  Hard to see how they’ll top Schattenreiter, though.  Quaster’s solo on ‘Ufern’ is just the prettiest thing I’ve ever heard.”  Mlle. Elaine smiles down at me.

“I heard there was a band with a little drummer in the east.  I take it that’s them?”

 

“Yeah!  I hear they’re going to play in West Berlin next week- maybe you’ll get a chance to see them.” 

 

“Well, maybe your new parents will take you to some concerts.  Other than Miss Nina’s, I mean.”  She grins.  I chuckle.  Elaine does seem to understand something of the problems with this morning, but she’s still part of this operation…  Why do I feel so strange around her?  And what’s going to happen to us for the rest of the day?

 

I see her fussing with her blouse, and lean closer.  I’m worried though- I really shouldn’t be so excited to nurse again, and yet-

 

“Why so nervous, Melanie?  The lessons are over, and you did so well at breakfast…”  Elaine strokes my head as she cradles me close to her beautiful breast, nipple engorged and cherry red against the perfect teardrop shape behind it.  I sort of squirm in her arm, not to get away but to bring as much of my body into contact with hers as possible.  I still don’t feel as calm as this morning though.

 

“Mademoiselle Elaine, I’m still scared.  I am happy to be with you, and breakfast was nice, but I’m worried about what will happen next.  I’m scared of the next time you’ll make me poop, I’m scared to get hit more, scared to get more shots, and above all I’m scared that I’m going to be given to someone like Fraulein Brieden or Nina.”  She closes her eyes and nods.

 

“Some of those things ARE scary, you’re right.  And I can’t promise you they won’t happen.  But they’re not happening now.  Right now you’re being held by a nursemaid who just adores you, and wants to help you get healthy. I know I’m still new to you, and you’re not used to being a baby yet.  That’s ok!  But I want you to get better at recognizing when you’re safe.  This is one of those times.  Sometimes I get frightened, too.  But I know I’ve had moments like this one, and that’s all I need.”  She takes a deep breath, looking almost sad, then continues.

 

“Melanie, I will never hurt you, and right now, you’re safe.  I want you to take this moment and hold onto it for me, ok?”  she gently squeezes my cheek, then lifts me up and kisses my forehead.  

 

Honestly I am feeling…  Some very collaborationist thoughts.  Oh well, the team will get me out in a few days, I may as well let myself feel what I feel here.

 

“It’s hard to feel safe when what comes next might be so scary, Mlle. Elaine.”  She nods at this.

 

“Especially for littles.  You do tend to be a bit impatient.  Grownups are better at knowing that sometimes all you need is a moment.  Moments when you’re loved.”  

“Respectfully, I don’t agree.  Happiness and confidence come from building a future, together with your comrades.  It’s not just moments, it’s something that needs to be worked towards for me.  Does that make sense?”

 

“I think it does.  But right now, we should feed you your lunch.  Oh, one other thing- you’re scared of messing your diaper like a good girl. I will make sure to put some zinc on you at your next change, so it’ll be more comfy, ok?”

 

“I still don’t like it, Mlle. Elaine.  It just feels gross, and I hate smelling that way and feeling it move, it just feels so embarrassing.”

 

She pulls me to her, and slips her breast into my mouth. My lips shoot up and I’m latched and nursing immediately.  Tastes even better than I remember, and I feel the milk warming me up all over.

 

“They’re not making it easy on you here, I know.  But if you were at one of our nurseries in Gaul, we’d teach you to mess there too.  And it’s not to humiliate you, or to give you rashes, or to make you depend on us.  The most important thing for a little to learn about being a babygirl is that her mommy should love her no matter what.  Even when she’s smelly.  When you mess you should learn to relax; it’s the ultimate symbol that no matter what you do, you’re still a baby, and you are precious.”  She hums as I keep drinking,and drapes a shawl over my head.  I’m so engrossed in suckling that I don’t even realize we’ve gotten up until Mo… until Elaine puts me over her shoulder and I see my crib.  I manage not to burp, and look at her, confused.

 

“Naptime for my babygirl.  I’ll be in to wake you soon, then we’ll go play!”  Mlle Elaine lowers me into my crib, wraps me in the blanket, and kisses my forehead again.

 

“Sleep well, Melanie.”

 

I’m not sure how long I’ve been out, but I hear a rattling, and look up to see Elaine fiddling with the locks on my crib.  I realize I’m smiling just to see her, and she’s beaming at me too.

 

“Rise and shine, Melanie!  Let’s go to playtime!”  Mommy Mlle. Elaine opens the lid of the crib and sweeps me up into her arms.  I give her a big hug and nuzzle into her chest.  She holds out a padded mitten like the ones from last night, powder blue with pictures of little pink cherries on them.  I sigh a bit, but hold out my hands to be locked up.  Mlle. Elaine hums gently to me as she locks the mittens around my wrists, and pats them.  She looks at my face again.

 

“Oops, hold still.”  She tips my head back and picks something out of my eye.

 

“Thanks, Mlle. Elaine.  What time is it?”  I blink my eyes quickly to get them used to moving again.

“It’s playtime, Babygirl, that’s all you need to know.  Let’s grab your hedgie and go find Anja!”  

 

We don’t have far to look.  Fraulein Hilde has set Anja down on a mat in the middle of the floor.  She’s wearing a harness attached to a ring bolted into the floor, and the leash looks short enough she can’t go farther than three meters or so.  She sees me coming and waves a mittened hand, shrugging her shoulders as if to say “Well, what else can we do?”  She’s holding her bear, and has some blocks in front of her.  Elaine sets me down, and pulls out another harness.

 

“Ok, Melanie, you’ve got some time to play with little Anja.  Let’s just get you all nice and secure here, ok?”  She points up, and I raise my hands, allowing her to easily wrap the harness about me, and secure it.  I feel the straps pull in tightly, but not too tightly.  Enough to be a reminder that they’re there.  Elaine leans down and kisses my head, placing Fiete in my hands.

 

“I know the harness might not be your favorite thing right now, but it is the rules.  Just pretend it’s me holding you here, ok?”  She walks off towards the door, pausing to point a camera down at us.  I guess we’ll be graded on how well we play.  What do they want to see?

 

“Do you have any idea what we’re going to do?”  Anja asks me.  I shake my head, but bring Fiete up to our eye level.  I realize I’m wet, and shift my bottom to get comfier.  It really feels pretty nice, though I’m still self-conscious about it.

 

“I guess this is our chance to act really cute together.  Improvisation, really.  Like Grotowski.  What do you think?  First, what’s your bear’s name?”  Anja thinks for a moment, than says 

 

“Walter.”

 

“Ok, so what should Fiete and Walter do?  Should they work together in a block factory?  Should they have a taxi service?  Should Walter be looking to adopt a little from Fiete’s store?”

 

“Factory!  Walter will stack the blocks, and Fiete can move them along the line.”  We set up as quickly as we can with our hands bound in the thick mittens, but it was hard going.  I decide to get into the spirit of things.

 

“Quickly!  It’s time for Shturmovschina!  We must fulfil the 1982 1-year plan!”  We’re stacking the blocks one by one into an L shape for the conveyer belt, and when we finish, Anja helps Walter begin stacking extra blocks at the corner.  I help Fiete slide the blocks down the belt.  Anja grins- I think she’s beginning to get the idea.  She seems to have thought of something for Walter to say, and I can’t wait for Fiete to respond.

 

“This really is a spiffing factory, Fiete!”

 

“Oh yes, we’ll make enough blocks for all the littles in Aachen by the end of the say, then on to greater efficiency with the next task!”

 

“Does greater efficiency mean more honey and berries?”

 

“It does indeed!  And we have so much to learn, in the spirit of socialist emulation we should ask all the bees we meet how their production is going!”  At this Anja is giggling too much for Walter to say anything else, so Fiete keeps going.

 

“Although I do think we need a union.  These blocks are being sold at inflated prices and not at the agreed rate.  This means more work and less money for the proletarian stuffies.  Meet me behind the loading dock in ten minutes, we’ll wildcat strike until we get recognition!”

 

“Fiete!  We can’t start a wildcat strike!  I’m a bear and you’re a hedge

Piggle!”

 

“Oh, fiddlesticks!  We toil away, unorganized, scattered to the winds of capitalism!”

 

Well, despite the labor difficulties, the factory continued to operate well, though Fiete didn’t like having to use his spikes to put holes in the tops of the boxes.  (Walter insisted it was necessary in case they came back filled with salmon), and Anja and I actually were having a pretty good time when Fraulein Hilde came to get Anja ready for dinner.  She turned the camera off, and bent down, fussing with Anja’s straps.

 

“Hold still for me, little 23”- she clamps her hands around Anja’s head, right over her ears, and I look worriedly at her, but Hilde hisses at me.

 

“Why the hell did you try to send that message?  The team stormed the building last night, but the guards were waiting for them.  Your rescuers failed, Missy, and you won’t be in any condition to try on your own anytime soon!”  She bundles Anja into her arms.

 

“Sorry, little one.  Just something I needed to tell little 22.”

[Moon3ye]

The whole chapter great.

But the end... the END Brilliant. Destroy the hope of the little... brilliant.

I'm excited to see what happens next.

[BabySofia]

I was really busy when you started posting this and just now finally came back to read what you've posted so far. It's both jolting and very cool with the dystopian East versus West saga you've created here. Very cool concept and your writing is clear! I hope to read more of it soon! (Somehow I feel like there are multiple plants involved here from other countries too...)

[Genossin]

2 hours ago, BabySofia said:

I was really busy when you started posting this and just now finally came back to read what you've posted so far. It's both jolting and very cool with the dystopian East versus West saga you've created here. Very cool concept and your writing is clear! I hope to read more of it soon! (Somehow I feel like there are multiple plants involved here from other countries too...)

OMG you read it?!  thank you so much!  Exchanged and Little in Love are the two stories that made me want to write this!  Please comment with any suggestions at all!  Fair warning this WILL end badly, but I may write a sequel set on one of the little islands.

 

I beg my nursemaid to read "Exchanged" with me at least 1ce a fortnight

[Genossin]

Chapter 11: Horror

 

They knew?  They knew.  The team tried last night?  Did they not get my message?  

 

Oh Marx, the team.  Those are people who have been undercover in the west for a very long time.  If any of them were captured or hurt, we’ve just lost some of our best sources of information.  Oh if they were hurt…  

 

And I guess this means the doctor and everyone else knows I’m a plant…  What are they going to do to me now? 

 

Hilde bends over again and, releasing my harness,  scoops me up in her other arm.  She whispers again

 

“Didn’t you think they’d check your stuffy for a bug?  This whole plan was asinine!  You must have been tired of life, eh?  When I told them about the nanotech I didn’t think they’d be so stupid as to send in a little, who can’t even keep her diaper dry!  You’ve put me in a lot of danger by coming here.  You deserve whatever happens to you, you stupid little cunt.”  She shoves pacifiers into Anja’s and my mouths, inflates and locks them, and storms towards the dining room, shoving me into a high chair before setting Anja down more gently.  She seals the straps on us both, and clicks the trays into place.  I’m trying to look calm, as I see the look of confusion on Anja’s face.  At least I don’t need to think of anything to say.

 

Anja looks away from me and i see her cheeks getting red.  She tenses, and lifts herself up just a bit, and I hear the telltale sound.  She’s messed her diaper again, and looks very dejected.  I smile at her from behind my paci.  It’s all I can do- it looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a lot longer than I expected.  This is really the first time I’ve contemplated being adopted and kept in the west permanently since I’ve arrived.  It’s scary.  If only Mlle. Elaine could take me!  I’ve seen how most littles get treated here, and today has been horrific except for her.  But how can she work here?  Argh, even the nice amazons here are involved with the most horrible things!

 

I see other nurses coming to the table, some carrying prisoners, others carrying big vats of pasta.  Mommy Elaine comes towards me, holding a bowl, and smiling.

 

“Oh, Melanie, you’re so cute when you suck your paci!  Good girl!  And it smells like little Anja is getting really comfy in her diaper, good girl, Anja!  You know littles are just as precious when you’re messy!  Maybe you can start a little messy-bottom club, and we’ll make cute little badges for you this week!  How about it, Melanie?  Don’t you want to join the messy-bottom club for me?”  She sees that I’m very still, not even reacting to the teasing, and adopts a look of concern.  

 

“Ah, well it can wait.  Now let’s have some dinner, hmmm?”  She produces a bottle of water, and sets it on my tray next to a bowl of Spätzle.  Her hands (how are they so warm?  I didn’t even notice my face was cold!) unlock my pacifier and gently pull it out.  She leans down and kisses my forehead.  Her smile is infectious! Scared as I am, I can’t help but smile back at her.  She scoops some noodles into a spoon, and bids me

 

“Open up, babygirl.”  I shrug- I am hungry.

 

Funny as it feels to have an amazon feeding me dinner, trapped as I feel in the high chair, I could almost relax except for worrying about the team.  I hate the thought that they’re coming to harm for trying to save me.  Elaine smiles at me after every bite, and hands me a sippy cup of apple juice.  I’m allowed to pick it up and drink it on my own- that’s a mercy at least.  

 

Anja seems to have squelched around into the most comfortable position she can find, and Hilde is feeding her the same Spätzle, and trying to act cool.  I’m trying to figure her out- she can’t be an agent; General Mahlsdorf would have known about this.  Especially since all the nursemaids who had been hired ahead of time are supposed to have connections to the former SS…  She could be an informant, though.  We have any number of paid informers- anonymous and otherwise.  Much of what little western currency we collect goes to bribing western amazons who offer to share valuable information.  It’s an open secret, and a lot of people think we should spend that money on importing rare materials we need to improve our economy.  But sometimes, it works.  I know an informer tipped the Stasi off about this project- it must have been Fraulein Hilde!  Hmmm.

 

I don’t have anything to bribe her with, but she DID do me the favor of telling me how to blackmail her…

 

I come back into the present to realize Mommy Mlle. Elaine has finished feeding me, and hands me my juice to finish with a small smile on her face.

 

“Ok, babygirl.  Finish your drink, then we’re going to go talk to the doctor.”  I suckle the last bit of the cool juice down.  My legs are shaking a bit- I’m suddenly thinking about what it might feel to lose control of them.  Crawling for the rest of my life…  Looking up at western amazons from the floor, never being free again, the rest of me is shuddering now.  I feel more pee soaking into my diaper, all warm and squishy.  For some reason, this calms me down a little bit, and I’m able to sip a bit of the juice at least, and Elaine wipes my face with a damp cloth.  I’m embarrassed to notice that I’ve automatically raised my arms to cling to her as she unlocks my high chair.  I burrow into her like there’s no tomorrow, and don’t even see where we’re going.  Mlle. Elaine is gently shushing me and patting my bottom as she walks up some stairs- my diaper is really thick now, and I feel the wet padding sliding a little bit up my bottom, but just a bit.  It’s still nice and snug.  Mlle. Elaine really does a good job making the baby clothes and diapers feel good, even if I am nervous at times.

 

Wait, did she say we’re going to talk to Dr. Schenk?

 

I risk a peek out of Mlle. Elaine’s arms and see we’re standing before a door.  She knocks, and a man’s voice calls “Come in”.  Elaine walks us in and sits down, holding me in her bosom and rubbing my back.

 

“Bon Soir, Dr. Schenk.”

 

“Good evening, Fraulein Elaine.  Is 22 giving you any trouble?”

 

“Oh no, none at all.  She’s been an absolute joy all yesterday and today.  Her new mommy is going to be thrilled with her!  I do want to go over procedures for her treatment, though;  I’d like to be with her when she gets her shots; it always helps build the little’s trust in the procedures when they’re being held by someone who, well, someone, a nursemaid, really.  And little Melanie and I have really started to bond, so I want to make sure I do everything I can to make her comfortable with her new life.  It’s been quite an adjustment for her, I’m sure you understand.”

 

“Oh yes of course, Fraulein Elaine.  You came highly recommended for the success you’ve had with so many other littles.  We’re so glad you could join our operation on such short notice, and in a conventional daycare setting I would fully agree with you.  But you must understand that in this program, trust building isn’t as necessary.  Quite simply, when we’re done, the feelings of the little will be quite irrelevant.”  Nice.  Guess he means feelings are what makes us run away, and we won’t be able to do that anymore after this.

 

“How is that, Dr. Schenk?”  Elaine seems puzzled.  “In every case I’ve seen, the little’s behavior is improved when they’ve got reason to cooperate.  They’re littles- it’s not hard to help them learn how to be babies!  And why are we holding classes for them if not to improve their attitudes?”

 

“Well, the classes are tradition, and mostly to reward our hard-working nursemaids, rather than for the littles.  You’re from Gaul, so surely you must understand the importance of such things.  But here at Green Valley, we are working on something that will completely change the world of littlecare, and these subjects will be some of our first products!”  I’m shaking at this, and I feel Elaine’s face flush.

 

“Doctor, these are children, not products, what are you talking about?”

 

“This- miniature robots, powered by human metabolism, ready to make alterations in any little so they’re the perfect baby for loving amazon parents.  The monitors we put in the littles earlier are mapping their nervous systems, muscle tissues, everything, so we can administer the precisely programmed dose for each little.  With this we can keep them from walking, make them lose their teeth, body hair, anything that looks wrong for a baby.  Most important though, it’ll trim the neural pathways, amygdala, language centers, everything except what she needs to be a perfect baby.  When we’re done, I doubt she’ll know 20 words, and she’ll be completely diaper dependent.  She won’t know anything but that she loves whatever amazon couple buys her!  Someday we may even be able to remote control her emotional reactions to situations, not that she’ll understand most of what’s happening to her one way or the other.”

 

I gasp.  They’re going to lobotomize me!  Paralyze me!  Cut up my brain!  I’m going to be gone.  Elaine gasps too!

 

“A lobotomy?  Even in the worst cases, hypnosis and talk/regression therapies have worked so well.  How is this necessary, Dr. Schenk?”

 

“Well, dear lady, the main thing is compliance and peace of mind for parents who worry about their little running off or even fighting back, but aesthetics are important too!  Decades ago I was limited to selling those littles who could pass our racial hygiene tests, but now we’ll be able to market them all!  The government is terrifically interested- a perfectly compliant little will be an excellent prize for dissidents to collect, not to mention to combine with civil decorations, and the like.  And the corporate market will be huge- so many will want to provide their best employees with perfect littles, or improvement for the ones they have already.  Twenty years from now, I expect every western little will have benefited from our machines!”

 

I look up and Elaine’s mouth is still open in shock, and her face is flushed red.  She seems to be speechless.  It’s all I can do to ask through sobs and hyperventilations

 

“Please…  Pleeeeaaaaase don’t.”  I know it’s meaningless but I’m rocking back and forth in a panic.  Elaine kisses the top of my head and holds me close.  I squint through my tears at the smiling doctor.

 

“See?  In future we’ll be able to confine reactions like this to when they’re entertaining and completely suppress them the rest of the time.  Imagine being able to make her giggle and squish about in a messy diaper one minute, then bawl for a change the next, then back again at the push of a button!  These nanomachines are the future of littles!  On Saturday, little 22 will become part of that great future!  Will that be all, Fraulein?”  Mommy is breathing heavily at this.  Elaine.  Mademoiselle Elaine is breathing heavily.

 

“Yes, Dr. Schenk.  Thank you for seeing me.  I’m going to go get little 22 ready for bed.”  She rises and exits the room, descending the stairs, then slumps against the wall, holding me to her.

 

“Oh my dear, dear little girl.”  she strokes my hair as I cry into her blouse.  “If only you could be mine, I’d take you away from here!  And he…  He’s one of them, isn’t he?  The ones that took my grandmother?”  I nod.  The fascist hand had fallen heavily in Gaul, decades before  “I promise you, I had no idea they were going to do something as vile as this!”  I look up at her.  Now or never.

 

“I did.  Kind of.”  I whisper.  “I didn’t kn-know the machines could attack my brain, but we knew about the muscle effects.  That’s why I was sent in- to get injected with a sample that we could use to build a cure.  But the team didn’t get my message that the schedule had changed, and they got caught!”

 

This stops Elaine crying instantly.  She stares at me.

 

“Your country SENT you to get this done to you?!”

 

“I volunteered.  The Stasi is worried the west could use this technology on the battlefield as well, to say nothing of endangering every little in the world.  We have to find a cure!  But now I don’t see how I’m going to get out.  If Schenk told the truth, I’ve got the monitor bots in me already, maybe that would be enough for them to study!  But there’s no way I’m getting out without help.”  Elaine is looking at me intently.

 

“You brave girl.  But I’m a nursemaid, I take care of littles for their parents, or for schools.  I don’t know how to help you here.  Even if I could get you out, there’s nowhere we could go.  Even in Gaul, a stolen little has to be returned to her guardians.”

 

“I know where we can go!  Behind the Iron Curtain.  No fascist can get us there.  Mademoiselle Elaine, I know this wasn’t your idea, and we don’t have all the same ideas.  But the last day has felt so natural with you, and I think I’m starting to understand what being a little can mean with you.  Will you be my mommy?  We can live together in the east, if you help me!”

 

Elaine is flabbergasted.  She draws herself back up to her full height.

 

“In all my years of littlecare, I’ve made lots of littlegirls feel happy, but none of them has ever made me feel this way, like I need to have her, I need to be the one to take care of her, and none has ever asked me to adopt them.  Melanie, I promise you, we’re going to make this work.  We’ve got til Saturday.  I think I know how we’re going to do this!  Come on, let’s get ready for bed.  We’re going to need some help from Fiete, and we’re going to need to practice our acting!

[Moon3ye]

Interesting, I'm really curious to see what happens next.

[BabySofia]

I'm continuing to enjoy this. You really should request that it actually be moved to the stories section. I'm sure there are a lot of people missing this because it's buried in a spot that's more for discussing things than actually posting stories. Just a suggestion! (Honestly I almost missed there was an update)

[Genossin]

2 hours ago, BabySofia said:

I'm continuing to enjoy this. You really should request that it actually be moved to the stories section. I'm sure there are a lot of people missing this because it's buried in a spot that's more for discussing things than actually posting stories. Just a suggestion! (Honestly I almost missed there was an update)

How should I do that?  I was planning to resubmit it to the story section when it's complete, but you think it's ok to do so now?

[DiaperedPrince]

Just read this. It's good. Reminds me of The Spy Who Came in from the Cold. One small thing from one of the earlier chapters, you mention Selegnasol, so I figured you're going with Sofia's version of the DD. But you also say "America" instead of "Acimera". Not sure if that's intentional.

1 hour ago, Genossin said:

How should I do that?  I was planning to resubmit it to the story section when it's complete, but you think it's ok to do so now?

Message one of the mods to get them to move the thread, in its current state I'm pretty sure it can be moved.

[BabySofia]

1 hour ago, Genossin said:

How should I do that?  I was planning to resubmit it to the story section when it's complete, but you think it's ok to do so now?

Like DiaperedPrince said message one of the moderators. @Elfy would probably be your best bet. There's a separate completed section you could still follow your plan. 

[Elfy]

I've moved the story to the main section. Not sure how I missed that it was in the wrong place all this time!

[Guilend]

I forgot about it and missed two chapters. I’m caught up now. Hopefully Nina gets a spanking and a diaper on her sore butt so she can enjoy making messes in her diapers, though I imagine because of her size it wouldn’t be the first time she’s been in diapers. 

[Genossin]

1 hour ago, Elfy said:

I've moved the story to the main section. Not sure how I missed that it was in the wrong place all this time!

Danke!  Sorry, I posted it here because it's my first story and I saw "critique" and thought this would be the best spot for it.  Sorry!

 

Also sorry about making everyone wait a month for the last update.  I promise, we are getting into the home stretch, and I have a pretty clear plan of what has to happen.  The only question is how much ends up happening between those beats.

[kerry]

I just read this, and I have to say it is one of the most fascinating things I've ever seen on a diaper story site. Just seeing the point of view of the East Germans faced with dealing with the capitalist West is unusual enough, but when you add in the fact that this is the DD, where we all know that things happen to Littles that should never be tolerated, well, it is thought-provoking. Histories are indeed written by the victors, but in this case it's pretty clear why people in Melanie's country think of the West Germans as "fascists," and it is hard to disagree with them.

I honestly don't have a clue about the argument that occurred in the early days of this story about its historical validity, but I don't really care either: this is fiction, and AB fiction at that. It isn't supposed to be a history lesson. And even if it were, well, I'd think it makes perfect sense for the East to look at what they are doing as "right" and what the West is doing as impossible to fathom. It's certainly true the other way around! I'm glad that you finally moved this thread to the main section, as it has allowed more people (including me) to find it!

[Genossin]

3 hours ago, kerry said:

I just read this, and I have to say it is one of the most fascinating things I've ever seen on a diaper story site. Just seeing the point of view of the East Germans faced with dealing with the capitalist West is unusual enough, but when you add in the fact that this is the DD, where we all know that things happen to Littles that should never be tolerated, well, it is thought-provoking. Histories are indeed written by the victors, but in this case it's pretty clear why people in Melanie's country think of the West Germans as "fascists," and it is hard to disagree with them.

I honestly don't have a clue about the argument that occurred in the early days of this story about its historical validity, but I don't really care either: this is fiction, and AB fiction at that. It isn't supposed to be a history lesson. And even if it were, well, I'd think it makes perfect sense for the East to look at what they are doing as "right" and what the West is doing as impossible to fathom. It's certainly true the other way around! I'm glad that you finally moved this thread to the main section, as it has allowed more people (including me) to find it!

So glad you're liking this!  Parts of it are definitely meant to be a history lesson, albeit with some things changed to fit the Diaper Dimension setting.  As you say, some of it is based on how people see what they were doing.  I will say I'm proud to have approval from people who were born in the country I've set this in.

 

Some characters are directly inspired by real-life counterparts, others are completely fictional, and Konrad Wolf has no relation to the historical figure.  He's based on my best friend from college who picked that as his pseudonym when i told him someone fitting his description might be the male lead in this story

 

One thing I will say is that the Puhdys were a real band, and while Klaus isn't a "little", he is pretty tiny.  If you don't know them, I'd definitely recommend checking them out.  There will actually be a scene set at one of their 1982 concerts in the next few chapters, I'll post some links to videos of it.

On 11/28/2021 at 3:01 PM, DiaperedPrince said:

Just read this. It's good. Reminds me of The Spy Who Came in from the Cold. One small thing from one of the earlier chapters, you mention Selegnasol, so I figured you're going with Sofia's version of the DD. But you also say "America" instead of "Acimera". Not sure if that's intentional.

Message one of the mods to get them to move the thread, in its current state I'm pretty sure it can be moved.

Thank you!  I was wondering about the country name.  I'll fix that in the final.  And yes, The Spy Who Came in From the Cold is a favorite of my friend who was the inspiration for Wolf.

[DiaperedPrince]

12 minutes ago, Genossin said:

Thank you!  I was wondering about the country name.  I'll fix that in the final.  And yes, The Spy Who Came in From the Cold is a favorite of my friend who was the inspiration for Wolf.

You're welcome. Did you come up with Gaul btw? Part 2 of the story I'm currently writing takes place partly in Europe and I want naming discrepancies with other authors to be as little (pun intended) as possible.

[Genossin]

21 minutes ago, DiaperedPrince said:

You're welcome. Did you come up with Gaul btw? Part 2 of the story I'm currently writing takes place partly in Europe and I want naming discrepancies with other authors to be as little (pun intended) as possible.

No...  I think Gaul was mentioned in one of BabyKimmy's works, and in Exchanged.  Afaik no one has written about Germany in the Diadem before, so I went with the prime name as opposed to "Germania" or "Teutonia" because of those names' frequent use by Nazis.  I tried to use as many other place names from the books I've read as possible.  That said, I know that both the continent of Africa and the country of China have the same names in many DD stories, so Germany having the same name isn't entirely unprecedented.  I'm going to use "Flanders" for Belgium.  Maybe I should change "Romania" to "Wallachia"?

[BabySofia]

3 hours ago, DiaperedPrince said:

You're welcome. Did you come up with Gaul btw? Part 2 of the story I'm currently writing takes place partly in Europe and I want naming discrepancies with other authors to be as little (pun intended) as possible.

 

3 hours ago, Genossin said:

No...  I think Gaul was mentioned in one of BabyKimmy's works, and in Exchanged.  Afaik no one has written about Germany in the Diadem before, so I went with the prime name as opposed to "Germania" or "Teutonia" because of those names' frequent use by Nazis.  I tried to use as many other place names from the books I've read as possible.  That said, I know that both the continent of Africa and the country of China have the same names in many DD stories, so Germany having the same name isn't entirely unprecedented.  I'm going to use "Flanders" for Belgium.  Maybe I should change "Romania" to "Wallachia"?

Gaul is all BbyKimmy's works. She really focused on the idea of having some different 'nations' involved in her works. If you're looking for that one's starting I think it was in "Making the Best of It" where she introduced it.

[DiaperedPrince]

 

16 hours ago, Genossin said:

No...  I think Gaul was mentioned in one of BabyKimmy's works, and in Exchanged.  Afaik no one has written about Germany in the Diadem before, so I went with the prime name as opposed to "Germania" or "Teutonia" because of those names' frequent use by Nazis.  I tried to use as many other place names from the books I've read as possible.  That said, I know that both the continent of Africa and the country of China have the same names in many DD stories, so Germany having the same name isn't entirely unprecedented.  I'm going to use "Flanders" for Belgium.  Maybe I should change "Romania" to "Wallachia"?

Ahh nice. I also just used Canada for Canada in my WIP. Since no one bothered to mention the second largest country in the world in the DD I decided to set it here.

12 hours ago, BabySofia said:

 

Gaul is all BbyKimmy's works. She really focused on the idea of having some different 'nations' involved in her works. If you're looking for that one's starting I think it was in "Making the Best of It" where she introduced it.

Interesting, I should probably read that over the holidays. Did she have a name for the UK as well?

[Genossin]

5 hours ago, DiaperedPrince said:

 

Ahh nice. I also just used Canada for Canada in my WIP. Since no one bothered to mention the second largest country in the world in the DD I decided to set it here.

Interesting, I should probably read that over the holidays. Did she have a name for the UK as well?

Many use Albion, but littlefallenprincess set a story in a British-themed country called Tyr Cawr.  I think it may have been intended as a stand-in for Ireland or Wales.  Albion would presumably refer to just England?