Moon3ye Posted January 11 Share Posted January 11 Oh that will be good I have a feeling. The next chapters are not to be underestimated. Link to comment
LittleFallenPrincess Posted January 14 Author Share Posted January 14 Chapter 14: Rebellion Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess “Thank you for passing to me, my right honourable friend.” I said, trying to follow the proper conduct. Or at least what I thought was the proper conduct anyway. Having never spoken in all my time here, I was mostly using a combination of what I learnt from watching others here, my assistant trying to teach me just how the Commons works, and what I had seen on TV in the past. But at the same time… I just didn’t care. I was very close to just screaming at all these arseholes… arseholes who had created this world we live in where us littles are second class citizens. Clenching my fist and taking a deep breath, I looked out at the many faces all staring at me, all with mixtures of disgust and pity. None of them believe I should have even been allowed to run, let alone hold this seat. But the people have spoken. They wanted me here. And I’m sure Amber… I’m sure Amber would want me here right now… I looked up to see the camera panning over to me, the one broadcasting today’s sessions out onto the internet and onto various TV channels. Not only did I have the eyes and ears of my ‘colleagues’, but also everyone watching out there. Sure, I had no idea just how many people were watching, but even if it was only a few, I needed to do this. “I’d like to start off by saying that I am very thankful to the public for allowing me a seat here, for allowing me to help all littles out there, to allow me to improve lives and repair the rift between Amazon and little.” A few from the conservative party snickered at this, whispering to themselves. And thankfully, despite not caring about what I had to say, the speaker quickly admonished them and allowed me to continue. “I always pictured the first time I’d stand up here to speak as the time I would introduce the littles equality bill that a large number of us have been working on.” More snickering from the backbenches, including my own party this time. “But I was saddened to see, during my time here, that my party does not give a SHIT about littles.” The commons gasped at the outburst and use of foul language. But fuck this. Decorum went straight out the window when my friend’s brain was wiped. “Miss Clarke… this is your one and only warning. We will not allow…” The Speaker turned to admonish me. “You all look at me, with these condescending faces, and see a baby. A lot of Amazons do. But compare my achievements to that of yourselves. And I’m talking to all parties here. I ran my own business. I married a successful Amazon woman, whom I love with all my heart. I graduated university and made it to this age without having my brain turned to mush. I helped countless littles from abusive adoptions…” I quickly realised I shouldn’t have said that last bit… but I was on a roll, so I continued. “...I won the election for my party… and what did they do? They gave me a position that has no power for change, they ignore the will of the people who voted for them, and they betray every single little who risked their lives to go out and vote for them. You could see the worried face of the Prime Minister and the rest of the cabinet as they all stared at me and frantically started whispering to each other. “That’s right, it was that much of a risk for littles to go out and vote. It’s a risk for any little to do ANYTHING these days. We could accomplish more than any of you… and yet you still see us as babies. All because you happened to have been born taller than us. But you know what? Height isn’t everything. I’ve known littles worth ten of you.” That’s when the tears started forming in the corners of my eyes. “One of whom… one of whom went through so much in her life. Adopted in her early adult years, she was forced to be someone’s little plaything all because that Amazon happened to have controlling and abusive friends. Forced to wear nappies and suck a dummy. Forced to mess herself and watch her entire life crumble around her. Imagine another race of people came to this country, ones twice as big as you… imagine them thinking you’re all babies to them. Imagine losing everything you worked hard for, every bit of progress in your life… losing your entire life and your mind itself… all because someone bigger than you thought you’d be cuter in nappies.” I could see the embarrassed face of my colleagues as I ranted, which just fueled my anger. “Now… my friend… she managed to get out of that abusive situation. Thanks to my wonderful wife, we helped her and her adoptive Amazon mother get out from under the thumb of their abusive friends. And over time, that friend of mine potty trained, learned to be an adult again, got treated like an equal by her adoptive mother-turned roommate. And once she got her adult status back, became a successful chef at that same Amazon’s restaurant. She made something of her life, despite having years of her life taken away from her. Now she sits in a hospital, shi… messing herself… babbling and sucking her thumb. And I bet you’re thinking ‘Oh she must have messed up, proved she’s just a baby’. Well no. She didn’t. She didn’t do anything wrong. You want to know why her whole identity and personality got erased and replaced by a baby? Because those abusive friends of hers from before decided that they’d get some revenge finally, and used the new brute force technique on her.” Some colleagues giggled, and I wanted to dash over and punch them in the face… but I held in my rage right now and continued. At least some colleagues were starting to look empathetic. “So now my friend is gone. She’s dead. Replaced by an adult baby I don’t know. All because of some Amazon’s petty grievances. Now… Do any of you think that’s fair? Imagine your husband or wife… or your best friend… or your children… imagine they had their minds erased, just like my friend did. And all because someone taller than you had an issue with you or even with someone close to you. But I bet you can’t. Because you’re all privileged arseholes with no moral compass, all guided by your ridiculous physiology.” I could see the speaker had whispered to someone, so no doubt after my last use of foul language, I was to be escorted out any moment, so I had to make every second count. “I have no hope for the opposition to stand up for what’s right. You don’t care about other Amazons, let alone littles. You have no humanity, no empathy, no compassion. You’re selfish and greedy and have only hate in your hearts. No… what hurts most is that MY PARTY is just as selfish and greedy as you. They use us littles to win the election, then betray us all by voting for these ridiculous bills giving adoption centres of all places MORE POWER TO ABUSE US. WE ARE SUFFERING, WE ARE BEING HUNTED, WE ARE DYING. ALL BECAUSE YOU WON’T STAND UP FOR WHAT IS RIGHT. THE PUBLIC KNOWS THIS. AND DON’T THINK THEY WILL ALLOW YOU TO DO THIS FOR MUCH LONGER!” As two security guards picked me up from my seat at the back of the room, the Prime Minister looked furious, before taking a deep breath and standing up, taking the stand by the centre of the room. “Looks like she just needs a nap and maybe a change…” He joked, trying to brush off my outburst. And I swore to myself… that man will not keep his position if it’s the last thing I do. --------------------------------------------------------------------- “OLIVIA! WHAT WAS THAT?” Charlie yelled at me as I walked through the front door to our home, throwing my bag off to the side and slipping my shoes off. I shrugged and walked off into the living room, before collapsing on the sofa, laying back and looking up at the ceiling. Charlie followed me in from the hallway and swatted my legs to move them out of the way so she could sit down. So I sat up, leaning against the arm rest as my wife sat down and sighed. “I know what happened to Amber was…” “She’s dead.” I snapped back at her. “No she’s not, she’s just…” “Her mind is gone. Completely. And not in any way that Eve could fix.” “You don’t know that! Zoey was a lost cause at one point, right?” “Yes, but this new technique they’re using… it… it could take years, or even a lifetime, to fix.” “Give Eve some time. She’s been working her arse off trying to figure this out. What we don’t need are little outbursts like…” “Like what? Like my little ‘tantrum’ in the commons today? The one that ‘the whole country saw’? Yeah, don’t worry, the Prime Minister and the rest of the cabinet made sure to yell at me plenty afterwards. Threatened me with a diagnosis of maturosis.” “They WHAT?” Charlie suddenly looked furious. “Don’t worry, I just won’t be showing up to any more sessions for a little while whilst I’m suspended…” “Suspended? I guess that was to be expected… Liv… I know you’re upset, but you can’t do that. You can’t…” “Why not?” I said, looking her dead in the eyes. Charlie and I were usually on the same wavelength, but right now… she… she wasn’t on my side and it hurt. “Because it endangers you! It threatens our relationship! I don’t know what I’d do if I lost my wife…” “Like Gwen lost Amber?” “I know, but that’s not the same, they were just friends.” “So? Amber lost her mind. There should be public outcry. There should be protests and people demanding action from the government. The same government I’m supposedly a part of! I have never felt so powerless before! Even before we were married I never felt this powerless.” “I know it must be frustrating…” “FRUSTRATING? I’m FURIOUS! My friend is basically dead. My party doesn't care about me or my people. You wouldn’t understand, you’re just an Ama…” “An Amazon? I know.” Charlie sighed. “I can empathise all I want, but I won’t ever feel the fear you and other littles do. That’s why I try to be the best ally I can be. But when it comes to you… I can’t risk losing you, babe.” “And what if my party continues giving more powers to basically enslave littles, just like the other countries did? What happens to our marriage then? What happens to me?” “It won’t…” “Don’t finish that sentence. Because that’s what they said in other countries, and look at the direction they went. If we don’t call out the bullshit now…” “Language…” “Fuck off, Charlie.” I… couldn’t believe I had just said that. Not once had I spoken to her like that. And she… she looked… betrayed. “I… I’m going to go. I’ve got a meeting soon. Potential publisher wants to talk to me. I’ll… talk to you later…” She replied, sounding like she was about to cry. “No, Charlie, I…” I reached up with my hand to grab her, but she ignored me and stood up, walked into the hall, grabbed her bag along the way, and left the house. I fucked up. I knew I fucked up. But… she doesn’t understand. Maybe I could’ve been more gentle… but Amazons don’t understand what we go through as littles. They don’t understand the fear, the sadness… the hopelessness… we face as littles trying to get by in this rigged society. It’s why I had my little ‘tantrum’. Amazons needed to wake the fuck up and realise the damage they are causing. Even our ‘allies’ need to wake the fuck up. We need them to actually stand up for us, because otherwise we’ll never be taken seriously. Otherwise… we’ll slowly but surely have our rights taken away and eventually we’ll ALL be in nurseries, shitting ourselves. And I won’t allow that. I’ve got two weeks to work on a plan for what to do. I need to get this Littles Equality Act draft finalised and ready to propose. I need to call on whatever allies I can. I need to get the message out there. Today was just the start. Amazons are going to be brought into an equal society… …Kicking and screaming if needs be. ======================================================= Also if you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! (Sorry for the reminder again, trying to get my subscribers back after the Patreon rubbish!) Hoping to start the new SubscribeStar exclusive short stories with a trial run in January! if the first commission goes well, I'll see how many I can handle per month (thinking about 2 per month. These stories won't be posted here at all.) ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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sklawlor Posted January 14 Share Posted January 14 that was a good speech, though I was a little dissapointed in her use of language, not on any principle but she should know that doesn't help make her case. She'll probably get a sound spanking from Charlie for her uncharacteristic use of language at the end of their little interaction. Link to comment
TerranV Posted January 14 Share Posted January 14 Let them have it Liv! Sad about her and Charlie's fight but I actually appreciated the scene. Link to comment
Bingoh Posted January 14 Share Posted January 14 I guess Charlie had it coming, it was a horrible moment to make that type of comment Link to comment
Moon3ye Posted January 15 Share Posted January 15 I have rarely read a chapter so full of emotion. It was absolutely brilliant and I can't wait to see what happens next. 1 Link to comment
LittleFallenPrincess Posted January 17 Author Share Posted January 17 Chapter 15: Apology Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess “Charlie… I’m sorry.” I said, tears running down my face. I knew I needed to apologise for what I said… even if it was true, I may have been a little too harsh. I understood she was just trying to help but… “Please call me back when you get this. I’m worried.” Charlie had been gone all evening, and no one could get in touch with her. No one had seen her. Maybe she needed some time to herself… I had never spoken to her like that. Sure, we had had little spats here and there, what married couples don't… but this… this was different. I had called everyone, trying to see if anyone could get in touch with her, but no one had seen her or talked to her for hours, ever since she walked out the door. During those hours, I had had many calls and texts from Chris, my colleagues, and a bunch of my friends. And the reactions to my outburst earlier today were… mixed. My friends were scared for me, but overall supportive and proud of what I did. But it was clear the views of littles and Amazons were still very much different here. Eve and Malcolm both admonished me for risking everything, scared that I had done something I couldn’t take back. But then my little friends were very supportive and proud of what I did, saying that if anything… I didn’t go far enough. Which just cemented my belief that… well… that Amazons will never understand. They’ll never get what we go through. So I can’t rely on their opinion. Despite being allies, they were still conditioned growing up to see littles as nothing more than babies or toys. And that conditioning can still influence you, even if you overcome most of it. So I focused on the opinions of my little friends more than my Amazon ones. Chris and my colleagues however… They were not happy. I would have thought Chris would be proud of me at least, but he’s become very much a ‘don’t rock the boat’ kind of guy lately, opting for gradual change rather than a drastic one. He just yelled at me for about ten minutes, warning me that if I continue, I’ll lose the support of LIBRA, and more importantly… him. Whereas my colleagues mostly just teased me. A couple, Jacob included, were concerned for me, telling me to be careful, that the Prime Minister now has me in their sights, and I better watch what I do from now on, to which I responded with ‘okay, sure’. Of course I was lying through my teeth, I wasn’t going to back down now. This was too important. I was also told by multiple people not to turn the TV on or look at social media, as the very anti-little press was tearing me to shreds, calling for my adoption. The Prime Minister had apparently assured them that wasn’t necessary, that I was being punished for my childish outburst, which of course led to jokes about spankings and timeouts. So I did the sensible thing and resisted the urge to turn on the TV or check the internet, instead opting to watch some movies on the sofa whilst I waited for Charlie to come home. Not that I could focus on the movies, I was too worried about Charlie right now. Then around 9pm… the front door opened. Jumping up, out of my seat, I looked over the back of the sofa towards the front door, to see Charlie, walking in, hanging up her jacket, and taking her shoes off. “Charlie… I…” “It’s okay baby. Sorry I’m late. The meeting went on a bit longer than I expected, and I couldn’t check my phone. We went for a few drinks and we discussed a deal.” “I… I’m sorry. For what I said earlier.” “No, I’m sorry. For not listening. I thought a lot about what you said, and I understand a bit more now. I’m the one who should be sorry.” She said, walking over and sitting down next to me once again, patting her lap, signalling for me to climb on. Without a moment’s hesitation I rushed onto her lap and wrapped my arms around her huge body, squeezing as best I could. “I missed you. I was so worried… I called everyone…” “Aww baby, did you miss your Mummy?” She purred into my ear, making me blush in an instant. “Uh… uh huh…” I mumbled as I buried my face into her chest, melting at the mere sound of her voice. “That’s okay. You’ve had a stressful day. Why don’t we forget about my work, about your work, about everything… and have some Mummy/Baby time?” “Is… is that a good idea?” I asked, pulling my head out from between her boobs. After what happened to Amber… this just felt… weird now. “You need it, sweetheart. You’re stressed, you need a break from being an adult. So let Mummy take care of you. We’ll get you wrapped into a nice thick nappy, then get you all snuggled up on the sofa with me.” “Can… Can we order takeaway?” I asked, realising I was too focused on getting in touch with Charlie and all my friends talking to me to actually eat something. I was starving at this point. “Of course we can. Whatever you want.” “What about… everything going on though…? My suspension, your meeting… everything…” “We can talk about that tomorrow. We’ve both had a stressful day, let’s just enjoy tonight, okay baby?” Charlie said in that soft, sweet voice of hers that just makes me melt instantly. I blushed and nodded. “Come on then, Princess, let’s go get you into a nice thick nappy and get you snuggled up with me. Then we’ll order some food. I think there’s a few places still open at this time.” And so the rest of the night consisted of me snuggling up with Charlie, after eating what felt like my body weight in Indian food, whilst wrapped up in a thick nappy and a cute little tee that barely covered my tummy, and with my hair up in cute little buns. Suckling on a bottle of milk Charlie had prepared for me, I laid back into her chest and felt… at peace. These moments were few and fleeting lately, so I had learned to make the most of them whilst I could. Between Charlie’s writing, my work in parliament, and our awkward schedules… we didn’t have much time for this. “You okay baby?” Charlie whispered down to me. “Uh huh!” I said, taking the teat out of my mouth and looking up at her. “Are you enjoying your baba?” “Uh huh!” “Do you… umm… want to try…” “Try what, Mummy?” “Try… nursing again?” “I mean… we could… You’ve still got those pills from Eve, right?” “I do. I could just pop one of those and get you snuggled up in my lap like we used to…” “I’d… I’d like dat. Pwease.” I loved nursing. It was one of my favourite things in the world. But even with Eve’s amazing medication she made that makes it so Charlie can safely feed me, we haven’t really done it in a while. Charlie still produces milk, she can’t just turn that on or off… but she’s been pumping in private and disposing of the milk. So for her to suggest it again… well of course I’m not going to turn it down! “Okay then baby, you sit on the sofa for a minute whilst I go take the pills. I’ll be right back, cupcake.” Charlie said, sliding me off her lap onto the sofa, smiling at me and making my heart melt for the billionth time. All I could do was nod and smile up at her. And watch her walk away. And think to myself how lucky I was to be married to that gorgeous Goddess. A few minutes later, Charlie walked in, wearing her comfortable jeans and a low cut camisole that showed off her nursing bra that I hadn’t seen in a while. Inside I was giddy and jumping up and down, whilst externally I was trying my best to hold in my excitement. “Ready baby?” Charlie asked, plopping herself down on the sofa next to me and grabbing me, sliding me backwards over onto her lap and leaning me back into a comfortable position. I didn’t say a word. I was ready. So I nodded and squirmed as she smiled down at me, slowly pulling her top down, showing the beautiful lavender nursing bra, before pulling down one of the cups, revealing her breast. And without a moment’s hesitation… I quickly latched on and began nursing. The sweet ambrosia flowed into my mouth, making every nerve in my body dance in ecstasy, as I suckled hungrily at her breast. I missed this. ‘GOD, this tastes amazing…’ I thought to myself as Charlie began to gently hum, rocking me ever so slightly. I could tell she was enjoying this just as much as I was, she always seemed so at peace when she nurses. “My sweet little angel. Don’t you worry about a thing for now. You just fill that little tummy of yours and relax.” She whispered down to me. I didn’t need telling twice. I forgot how good this was! It was better than anything I had ever tasted in my life, and I missed it so much! I finished on one side, so Charlie repositioned me on the other, and I continued nursing, happily feeding and feeling a calmness wash over my body. I wish I could do this forever. Never have to stop. Just… just… Suddenly something erupted in the back of my nappy and I felt it grow warmer… and fuller… “Oh baby… that’s okay. We’ll clean you up after you’ve finished, okay poppet?” Mummy said as she stroked my hair. I filled my nappy, not caring about it, as Mummy would take care of that. I just wanted to nurse right now, so why worry about anything else? All I need is Mummy’s milk. Her amazing… euphoric… ‘Wait… no… this…’ My eyes were getting heavy. My body was getting heavy. But I didn’t care. I was happy, here, with Mummy. Then finally my eyes shut and I quickly drifted off into a blissful slumber. I jolted awake, finding myself in my crib as the morning sun shone through the gap in the curtains. The bars were up and I was dressed in my pyjama top and nappy. “I…” ‘What… What happened last night?’ I thought to myself. ‘I was nursing and then…’ Looking down, I saw a very soggy nappy between my legs. And from the smell and the feeling in the back of my nappy… a messy one too. “CHARLIE?” I yelled. I heard heavy footsteps walk up the stairs and down the landing, towards the nursery, before a familiar face popped itself in and smiled. “Hey baby, I see someone finally woke up!” “Charlie… What happened?” I asked, panicking. “What do you mean?” She asked, confused, as she walked over to the crib and leant on the railing with both her arms, looking down at me. “What happened last night?” “I nursed you, you fell asleep, I changed you and thought you’d want to sleep in your crib. Why?” “I… Charlie… Did you take the pills?” “Yeah, why?” She asked, innocently. “Because… that wasn’t like last time.” “What do you mean, baby?” “That tasted just like it did… it… it did things…” “Wait…” Her face dropped all of a sudden, turning serious. “Did you…?” “Mess myself and get addicted to the taste, unable to stop nursing? Yes.” I replied. The dread on Charlie’s face said it all. She had no idea. “I… I thought you were just so lost in your little headspace… with the accident and…” “I’m messy again this morning…” “Oh shit… I promise, I took the pills last night!” “So what, they don’t work anymore?” “Maybe? Or maybe it was counteracted by something we ate or drank last night? We’ve never had Indian food the same night I nursed you… maybe something in that cancelled it out?” “Oh shit…” “I think we need to stop nursing then, baby…” Charlie said as she carefully reached down and picked me up, lifting me out of my crib and carrying me over to the changing table for a much needed change. Laying me on my back, she reached down to pick up the supplies she needed, before popping back up. “But… I want to nurse…” I whined, feeling the cravings come back as I stared at her breasts. “Baby… we can’t risk it. We’ll have to talk to Eve.” “But Mummmyyyyy…” “No. Sweetie, we can’t take the risk.” I knew she was right, but right now all I wanted was to nurse. I was addicted again. “Hmph!” “I know, my pouty Princess, but let me talk to Eve first. I’ve got a meeting in a couple of hours, I can call in on the way home and see what she thinks the issue is. I’m hoping it’s just the food we ate, and not me building a tolerance to the medication.” “Another meeting?” “Yes sweetheart. But don’t worry, I won’t be long. I’ll pop you in your playpen and let you play with your toys for an hour or so.” “Wait so…” “Well you’re going to need those nappies for a few days, thanks to the milk, and you’ve been dealing with a lot of stress lately. And now that you’re suspended… You can just stay home and have fun playing! Okay petal?” She was right. It did relax me, and I needed to de-stress. “Otay, Mummy!” I responded in my most babyish way possible. “Think you can be a good girl for me whilst I’m gone, or do I need to call a babysitter?” She smirked at me as she finished cleaning me up and taping up the thick crawler nappy between my legs. “Uh huh! I’m super duper good!” I grinned back at her. “Yes you are! My super duper good little girl!” Mummy said, making me blush instantly. “Why the crawler nappies then… Mummy?” “Because you practically filled the last nappy, sweetpea. You need something with a bit more thickness after that milk.” “Fine… buh you gotta carry me downstairs.” “Of course, my little Princess.” Charlie said, reaching down and blowing a raspberry on my vulnerable tummy, making me giggle just like the baby I looked like. ======================================================= Also if you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! (Sorry for the reminder again, trying to get my subscribers back after the Patreon rubbish!) Hoping to start the new SubscribeStar exclusive short stories with a trial run in January! if the first commission goes well, I'll see how many I can handle per month (thinking about 2 per month. These stories won't be posted here at all.) ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories (or even have a chance at commissioning one when I add the tier for them!), why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! The basic tier gets early access and exclusive access to short stories (when they're written), higher tiers will be limited but get a short story each month (1-2 per month in total, also not yet running this tier yet, will announce when I'm starting!). Thank you to all my patrons for their support over the past couple of years! Seriously, your support meant the world to me, and I hope to be set up somewhere new soon. New chapters of Little in Love 2 every Wednesday/Sunday! 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Moon3ye Posted January 17 Share Posted January 17 Am I the only one with all the alarm bells going off right now? There's something wrong and it's not just that the pills aren't working. But also the way Charlie is behaving. Something is not right. Link to comment
Bingoh Posted January 17 Share Posted January 17 3 hours ago, Moon3ye said: But also the way Charlie is behaving. What do you mean? isn't that just the way their relationship works? Link to comment
LittleFallenPrincess Posted January 21 Author Share Posted January 21 Chapter 16: Teasing Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess Charlie had placed me in the playpen with a bottle of juice, dressed in an adorable pink onesie with little hearts all over it, and left to go to her meeting. All alone, apart from the TV playing some cute little-safe baby movie, I stared down at the thick padding between my legs. It had been about twenty minutes since she left, and I was pretty sure I was already wet. It was hard to tell I was going due to the effects of the milk, but it did feel warmer down there shortly after, so I was pretty sure I had used my nappy again. I tried to play with the toys, to lose myself in my baby headspace, but I found it harder than usual. Just yesterday, I was in the House of Commons, ranting at all the other Amazons, whilst being broadcast on live TV… and now here I was, sucking on a dummy and playing with toys in a playpen. At least this was consensual. I tried my best to enjoy the toys splayed around the playpen. Dollies, blocks, colouring books… nothing was distracting me enough right now though. I couldn’t help but think about what all the papers and news shows were saying about me… what the public were saying about me because Charlie banned me from looking online, putting a child lock on my phone. This restriction prevented me from connecting to the internet to see what was going on, but still allowed me to make phone calls and receive them, just in case something happened and I needed to contact her. She also left the remote control for the TV just out of reach outside the playpen so I couldn’t change the channel, meaning I was stuck in this colourful plastic prison with no way to check the news. Thankfully, I got a text on my phone and frantically crawled on my tummy across the playpen towards where I last left it, on top of one of my teddy bears. Picking it up, I saw a text from Sarah. Sarah: Hey hun. Was told I’m not allowed to talk about what’s going on in the news, but wanted to check in on you, make sure you’re doing okay. Let me know xxx I smiled that she cared enough to check in on me, but it also made me panic a little inside that if she was banned from talking about the news… it must be bad. I knew better than to try and convince her to tell me though, as Charlie would have been really stern and there’s no way Sarah would betray her. Even if I’m the one who is supposed to be her best friend… Liv: I’m okay. Just having some relaxing time in my safe space. With me being an MP now, we figured it was safer, just in case someone managed to check our phones, to allude to the fact that we liked all this baby stuff. So baby time became ‘relaxing time’ and ‘safe space’ meant playpen or nursery. Sarah: That’s a good idea. You had a stressful day yesterday. You sure you’re doing okay though? Liv: Yeah. Just… stressed. Worried about everyone’s reaction. Don’t worry, I won’t press you for info, I know Charlie’s probably warned you. Sarah: Yeah she did. So I’m not saying if it’s good or bad out there. Liv: Grrr. Fine. Anyway, tell Charlie to get back home, I need a hug. Sarah: Oh? Liv: She’s popping in at the hospital on the way home, to see Eve about… something, so you’ll probably see her before I do. Sarah: That was an ominous ‘something’... Liv: It’s nothing. I’ll talk to you about it next time I see you. I didn’t want to give away that I had lost all potty control and was currently craving the taste of Amazon breast milk over text. I felt that that conversation was much more suited for an in-person discussion. Mostly because I can then glare at them when they no doubt start teasing me. Charlie got home right on time, no later than she promised, and found me playing with blocks in the playpen, behaving perfectly. “D’aww… there’s my little princess…” She cooed at me as she bent over the playpen walls. “Hi Mummy!” I turned around and waved at her in a very child-like manner. “Hi Angel. How’ve you been? Have you been good?” “I’ve been super duper good!” I replied, clapping my hands together excitedly. “As always, and for that, I think my little one deserves a treat…” “A treat? What treat?” I shot up to my knees, I love treats. “I was thinking of going out for a meal later tonight. My treat.” “But… But I thought we were going to keep a low profile since I got suspended?” “Don’t worry, we’ll just go to Luigi’s. I booked the whole restaurant again.” She smiled at me. “Again? But what about the other customers? Isn’t it a bit selfish?” “We want privacy and not to be hounded after your little stunt in the commons. So if you want to eat out, we need to take precautions.” “I guess. So that’s later tonight, what are we doing for the rest of the afternoon then?” I asked, kinda wanting to get out of this outfit. Sure, I loved my baby time. I loved feeling small and loved and cute. I love the helplessness I get… but in bursts. Also… I kinda got bored in the playpen, being all alone, and my headspace kinda… went. I was ready to be adult Olivia again. “I was thinking… you can carry on playing in the playpen with your toys whilst I watch TV.” Charlie suggested. Normally, I’d just agree to make her happy, but right now I needed a change desperately and I was really wanting to get out of these baby clothes and snuggle up with my wife for the afternoon. So I looked up at her with my cutest face, ready to plead. “How about we snuggle on the sofa instead?” I suggested. “I can always take snuggles with my baby…” “I was talking more… snuggling with my wife rather than Mummy.” “Oh but I’m always your Mummy…” “And you’re also my wife…” I rolled my eyes at her. “How about you can talk like a big girl… but you stay dressed like that.” Charlie suggested. “Why? Can’t I just be an adult?” “You look too cute, sweetheart. Let Mummy enjoy it a bit longer. You can dress up like an adult later for dinner, okay? Let me enjoy this.” I knew I wasn’t going to win. I was too much of a people pleaser. Well no… I was too much of a Charlie-pleaser. “Fine. But no baby treatment, ‘kay?” Charlie reached into the playpen and put her hands around my waist, effortlessly lifting me up into the air and pulling me close to her chest. Carrying me over to the sofa, she crashed down on her back with her head landing on the cushion, all whilst still clutching me in her arms. “Right, comfy baby?” She checked with me. “Not baby…” I growled, sticking my tongue out at her. “Sorry… my big girl…” “Better!” I beamed. “Good. How about we binge watch that new series until we need to get ready?” “That sounds good!” I replied, resting my head on Charlie’s chest, listening to her heartbeat as she grabbed the remote control from nearby and switched on the TV. “Do I really have to wear this nappy?” I whined to my wife as she proceeded to get ready. She had decided that she’d help me get dressed first for our dinner date tonight, before getting ready herself, and during that task she had also decided that I needed to be padded still. I get that I was still having accidents after the milk issue, but… I wanted some adult time with my wife, and this nappy was not helping! She hadn’t put me in a waddler or crawler nappy, though because of the slightly thinner padding she had insisted on packing a couple of changes for me in her handbag. Sadly, there was no arguing with her, as I knew she was right… and she’s stubborn like this. If she decides something is best… it’s hard to change her mind. It’s part of the reason I love her, but it can be a bit frustrating when you know she’s wrong. At least this time she’s right, so I can’t fault her for the decision she made. “Yes baby… sorry… sweetie. We don’t want you having an accident on that dress you made. It’s one of my favourites.” Charlie replied. Admiring myself in the mirror, doing a little twirl as my wife did her makeup, I had to agree with her on this. This was definitely one of my favourite creations too. A slinky little black shoulder dress that hugged my curves perfectly all the way down to the ankles where it flowed outwards, this was definitely one of my top five creations. And despite it hugging my curves, it didn’t show off the nappy underneath it, so I could at least allow myself to relax a bit and not be anxious all night that someone will be able to tell I’m wearing one. Even if we’re going to an empty restaurant, I can’t guarantee we won’t see any Amazons we don’t know, who may use a visible nappy as an excuse to humiliate me… or worse. “Fine. I see you’re wearing that white dress I made you…” “Of course. It’s special. You made it. And I love it. Still nowhere near as much as I love you!” Blushing, I waddled slightly across the room, to my wife, where I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face into her shoulder from behind her. “I love you too.” I whispered. “Good, because I wasn’t sure.” She joked. “Oh, so the wedding ring didn’t convince you? Or the big fancy wedding we had? Or the fact that we went on that big elaborate adventure together?” I said, playing along with her little joke. “Oh that? I just thought you were being nice…” Her grin widened. So I let go of her and pushed her gently, in a playful way. “Shuuuuuuush! You know I love you!” “Of course I do, my love. Don’t worry, I don’t think anything could split us apart. Not even the end of the world could.” “Don’t jinx it! I swear, if the world starts to end now you’ve said that… you owe me ice cream!” “Oh I do, do I? But I was going to get you ice cream for dessert tonight…” “Ah, but I don’t want ice cream now. I want it later.” I replied, sounding just like a little brat. “When the world is ending?” “Yeah, exactly! Ice cream is end-of-the-world food, not romantic date food.” “Okay… so what’s ‘romantic date food’.” “Cake, obviously. With you feeding me bites of it.” “I thought you didn’t want the baby treatment…” “I don’t! Not tonight, but if Amazon adults can do it with each other, why can’t the two of us?” “Because you’d be seen as a baby…” “Exactly! And tonight we’ll have the restaurant to ourselves. Just make sure you don’t tease me whilst you feed me and everything will be fine!” “But what if I want to tease you… that way?” “Oh… umm…” My face turned bright red as Charlie gave me a sultry look, indicating some very fun… very adult fun… was a possibility tonight. “I guess maybe it depends on the kind of teasing…” “Yeah… I thought so…” She grinned. ======================================================= Also if you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! (Sorry for the reminder again, trying to get my subscribers back after the Patreon rubbish!) Hoping to start the new SubscribeStar exclusive short stories with a trial run in January! if the first commission goes well, I'll see how many I can handle per month (thinking about 2 per month. These stories won't be posted here at all.) ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Moon3ye Posted January 21 Share Posted January 21 Is it just me or is Charlie more than normally baby-crazy in the last chapter and this one? In any case, I'm curious to see what happens next. Link to comment
TerranV Posted January 21 Share Posted January 21 1 hour ago, Moon3ye said: Is it just me or is Charlie more than normally baby-crazy in the last chapter and this one? Yeah I noticed that too... Maybe she's been a little pent up and is going a little overboard. Link to comment
sklawlor Posted January 22 Share Posted January 22 I'm waiting for a really dark cliff hanger, like maybe the restaurant owner was paid off by parlament so one of his staff can declare olivia with maturocis or something like that. we haven't had anything really dark yet so I'm feeling we're overdue and the compensation for that delay will be earth shattering. Link to comment
LittleFallenPrincess Posted January 24 Author Share Posted January 24 Chapter 17: Talking to Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess Okay so date night was fantastic. Mostly. Getting to just relax with my wife, eating amazing tasting food in a nice atmosphere with no one to bother us… perfection. Okay… so it was close to perfection… But Charlie kept insisting to cut up my food. And despite my protests, she continued doing it. I know that it's probably just her way of comforting me. It’s how it usually works. I get upset about something, she babies me and everything feels okay after a short while. And after the meltdown at the commons due to what happened to Amber… yeah, I could see why she may think she’s just trying to help. But it’s not helping, it’s just… annoying me. I mean a tiny part of me, the anxious part in the back of my brain that has always been fearful of the worst… that part is saying she’s just preparing herself for life with a full time baby. That the media is probably calling for my adoption after the scene I caused. No doubt there have probably been proposals in the commons, trying to declare me immature. This would automatically nullify my marriage and Charlie would become my legal Mummy. But no… it can’t be that bad. If it was that bad, Charlie would have booked the first flight out of here. Or we’d go visit one of our pairs of sisters and hide out in their world. Still… I can’t help it. That part of my brain always forces its way to the forefront of my mind whenever I’m stressed and worried. I couldn’t help but fear the worst. A few days later, I was given my phone back. Mostly because Ellie was worried about me, saying that after what happened to me, I really needed a session with her, but also because apparently the Prime Minister wanted to talk to me. I can safely say… I did not enjoy that phone call. Lots of yelling, dismissing my concerns or my emotions, talking down to me… he was furious. And I… just took it all. I wanted to scream at him, for not only recognising when someone is struggling and going through things, but for all his inaction and backtracking when it comes to the improvements for the rights of littles. But no, I just sat there, on the sofa, as he screamed down the phone at me. Apparently… I was to make a public apology. But first, I was needed for a vote in the Commons tomorrow. Told me my suspension was ending early and warned me that I was to ‘shut my stupid little mouth and say NOTHING’. Charlie was not happy when I later relayed exactly what he said to me. There may have been expletives from her, ones way worse than the usual ones coming out of my mouth. At first, I agreed to it all. I just rolled over. But something he said at the end… he… he said my ‘stupid little friend is probably better off shitting herself and forgetting I ever exist’. That was my breaking point. So here I am, sitting in the House of Commons, being a ‘good little girl’ for the Prime Minister, ignoring all the snide comments and sneers aimed at me from the other members of Parliament. Dressed in my smartest blouse and skirt, teetering on the edge of the seat that was clearly designed for an Amazon and not for a little like myself, I awaited the vote I was brought in for. The bill was the same one I was suspended for disagreeing with, the one that caused my little outburst. The Prime Minister had told me there would be ‘dire consequences’ if I voted against it, or made a scene, or really… spoke in any way. Oh boy… he was not going to be pleased today. Maaaaaybe I should have had a session with Ellie first… “The ayes have 649 of the votes, the nays have 1. The ayes have it, the ayes have it.” One of our party members called out, to announce the results of the vote that had just occurred. All eyes were on me. Including the very, very angry Prime Minister’s. You see, our party used to be the ones standing up for littles. It’s why I agreed to run on behalf of them in this election. We were supposed to be the opposition… and now that my party has u-turned and was voting to worsen things for littles… there was no longer any opposition. We had the majority of seats, and the other parties with the remaining seats were all also adamantly anti-littles rights. So it was very obvious who the one person was who voted against this disgusting piece of legislation. ‘Shit.’ I thought to myself. I had hoped that maybe there would be a few stragglers who had rebelled and stood up for us… but nope. If there were any, like the few friends I have in this party… they were all terrified of the consequences. So no doubt I had a long, angry speech by the Prime Minister to listen to later. “MISS CLARKE!” The Prime Minister began just as expected. Like… as soon as I picked up the phone… he was like that. “Mrs. I’m a married woman.” I replied snarkily, something that I felt I’d probably regret very soon. “Don’t you be cocky with me, especially after your little stunt, otherwise I’ll put you over my…” “You’ll do what, Mr Prime Minister?” I said, sounding even cockier than before. “I’ll…” He knew he couldn’t say what he wanted to say, which was to put me over his lap and spank the hell out of me for being a disobedient child… because he knew that there was a high chance Charlie was listening in on our conversation, and that I was recording it. And I knew better than to not take precautions, especially when the person I thought I could trust suddenly became a traditional Amazon and went full anti-little as soon as he had won the election. So now I record all my conversations with everyone in my party. Not sure how much good that will do in an Amazon-controlled-media country, but at least I could ruin their chances of winning the little’s vote again in the next election. So the Prime Minister held his tongue, took a second, before calmly coming back with… “I’ll pull the whip from you.” “You won’t. You can’t.” I replied. “Oh but I can. I’m in charge.” “And you’ll lose the little’s vote. You know… that thing that won you the election?” “We already won.” “And if you do anything to me… you’ll guarantee you’ll never win another election again.” “If you carry on with this insubordination…” “Yeah, you’ll have to take action. Don’t care. Look, you turned your back on not only me, but every little who voted for you.” “We’re just making necessary…” “Don’t give me that bullshit, Sir… You’re just covering your arse. For what reason… I don’t know. But I swear…” “Watch it, MRS Clarke. There are already talks of you being deemed immature. With my backing… it could become a reality.” “Go for it. Watch what happens.” I snapped back at him. And with that… he hung up. “I fucking hate that man…” Charlie exclaimed, taking me by surprise with her choice of language. “Language…” I muttered, imitating my wife. “Don’t you start… you’re in enough trouble already. Why did you have to annoy him more?” “I thought… I thought you’d have my back…” I stared up at her with a sadness building up inside me. “I do… but that was reckless, sweetie!” Honestly, the stabbing feeling of guilt in my heart from Charlie not siding with me… hurt more than any spanking I could have gotten. “I… sorry.” I sighed, staring at the floor in defeat. “That’s okay, my sweet angel. Just… be less antagonistic, okay?” “I’ll try.” “Good, because Chris needs to talk to you…” I sighed and picked my phone back up to call him. “Oh… no sweetie… he’s at your office. He wants a face to face.” Charlie said, before I could even open my contacts list. “Wait… what?” “Yeah, he was adamant about speaking to you in person. Claire is outside, waiting.” “Fine. I better get my shoes on then.” Grabbing my hoodie and the most comfortable trainers I could find, I climbed into the car waiting for me outside. There were journalists waiting outside our front gate, like usual, so Claire used the discreet exit by the side of the house that always allowed me to get in and out without being hounded. It was a lot safer this way, as a lot of people would love to regress me… even if it most likely wouldn’t work thanks to my nanites. I must admit… I’ve gotten a bit cocky with the fact that these nanites blocked nearly all hypnosis and prevented any other nanites from affecting my body or mind. It sort of felt like I was invulnerable… and may have led to the conversations like the one I just had with the Prime Minister. “Hey kiddo…” Claire greeted me as I climbed into the car. “Hey Claire Bear…” She hated me calling her that. But that name had developed when she brought me a little stuffed bear as a present once. But hey, in my defence… I was in my baby headspace at the time and accidentally blurted it out. So for two weeks everyone called it her. Thankfully, for my safety, that name died out and so she didn’t have any reason to kill me anymore… though I still occasionally push her buttons and call her that when we’re alone together. Apparently that was a nickname her parents gave her when she was a kid, and she hated it. “Watch it… I can just as easily call off someone and get you some crawler nappies…” Claire grinned at me in the rear-view mirror. I zipped my mouth shut and smiled up at her. “Good girl.” She said as she started the car and drove off. “So… is Chris going to bite my head off too?” I asked as we drove down the streets towards my office. “Too? Who else has been having a go at you?” Claire said, in a very protective manner. “So that’s a yes then. And meh…” I sighed. “...Just the Prime Minister.” “For voting against his bill?” “Yeah…” “Figured. But good job.” “So why is Chris having a go at me? I thought he’d be happy I stood against it…” “Honestly, I have no idea. But he’s in a foul mood today, so be careful.” “Chris, in a mood? Honestly, I didn't even think that could be possible…” “You haven’t seen him when he’s pissed off? Lucky. Just… be careful, okay Liv?” “I’ll try.” “Close the door, please Claire?” Chris asked in a very soft tone. He didn’t sound pissed at all, he just sounded… lifeless. Like a robot. Claire did as he asked, leaving the two of us alone in my office, with him sitting down behind my desk… in my chair. “What’s up? Was told you wanted to spea…” “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, LIV?” He yelled directly at my face. “I… ugh… what?” I was in shock at how quickly his demeanour changed. I had never seen him this angry before. “Why are you making such a fucking scene in the commons? I thought you were more intelligent than that!” “But… I… I’m sorry… I’m a bit confused…” “Ugh… maybe I backed the wrong candidate. You are just a pants-shitting little after all…” “Oi! What the fuck?” I tried to argue back, but as soon as I did, he looked up at me and stared me in the eyes. “What are you doing, pissing off the Prime Minister like that? He’s been on my back for the past month, thanks to you!” “He… but he… he betrayed us!” I cried out. “And? It was obvious he would do that!” “It was?” “Yes! If you weren’t such a dumb fucking brat, and thought about the bigger picture for two minutes, you wouldn’t have committed such a colossal fuck up!” Chris was being such a dick at this point, I wanted to tell him to fuck off… but I was still a bit intimidated by his sudden anger. “I… but that bill!” “Was shit, yes. But it would have led to better things!” “How?” “It just would have!” “Chris, what the fuck? I’m literally the MP you and my party backed… but you’re not telling me your ‘bigger picture’? This is on you!” I argued. “I don’t need to explain myself. You’re clearly too much of a liability.” I wasn’t used to Chris talking to me like this, I was on the defensive right now and I didn’t know how to react or what to say. “How…?” “Just shut the fuck up, sit the fuck back, or else…” He warned me. “Or else what?” “Or else you’ll find yourself being adopted by Charlie instead of being married to her.” “Is that a threat?” I raised my eyebrow at him. “It’s a warning. You know it’s coming. They will call for it, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. From one friend to another… be careful who you piss off.” “‘Friend’? I thought we were… but clearly I need better friends…” I responded, making Chris’ eyes squint at me, as if he was ready to pounce at me and rip me to shreds. “Just be careful. This is your last warning. I can’t protect you forever. But maybe you’d be better off being an adopted little. You’re clearly not cut out for politics.” He said with a sigh, before standing up and walking around my desk, before stopping in the doorway as he opened the door. “Just… be careful, okay?” As he walked out, I heard him call over to Claire to give me a ride home. And as she walked in… she found me just standing there, in shock, unable to process any of this. ======================================================= Also if you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! (Sorry for the reminder again, trying to get my subscribers back after the Patreon rubbish!) Hoping to start the new SubscribeStar exclusive short stories with a trial run in January! if the first commission goes well, I'll see how many I can handle per month (thinking about 2 per month. These stories won't be posted here at all.) ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories (or even have a chance at commissioning one when I add the tier for them!), why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! The basic tier gets early access and exclusive access to short stories (when they're written), higher tiers will be limited but get a short story each month (1-2 per month in total, also not yet running this tier yet, will announce when I'm starting!). Thank you to all my patrons for their support over the past couple of years! Seriously, your support meant the world to me, and I hope to be set up somewhere new soon. New chapters of Little in Love 2 every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. 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LilSissyLynn Posted January 24 Share Posted January 24 Master os suspense giving me anxiety with their amazing stories yet again! Seriously love your work, can't help myself but read each new chapter asap! Link to comment
FloridaKid Posted January 24 Share Posted January 24 WTF?! What just happened? I’m left as speechless as Liv. Kudos for her calling out Chris for not sharing the “big picture.” Hard to hit the target when you don’t know what it is… Link to comment
Moon3ye Posted January 25 Share Posted January 25 I hate it when Chris has something in his back hand, why doesn't he tell Liv? It's so annoying. I think soon Liv will be released for adoption but whether it's Charlie remains to be seen. Link to comment
TerranV Posted January 25 Share Posted January 25 Screw Chris for having a plan, not sharing it, then getting mad at Liv when it starts to go sideways. At any rate the bill she voted against still passed. Why not let her have her nay to please her constituents? Better optics than making her out right vote against the interests of those who got her in office. Link to comment
LittleFallenPrincess Posted January 28 Author Share Posted January 28 Chapter 18: Therapy Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess The only thing I said to Claire as I got in the car was to ask her if she could drop me off somewhere. Thankfully, she agreed and I quickly pulled my phone out and sent a text to Ellie, seeing if I could get a last minute appointment. Because right now… I needed someone to talk to. Someone with an understanding of what it’s like to be little in a world full of Amazons, but also someone who would be rational and tell me if I’m just being a brat or not. And Ellie seemed like the best option. Within a few minutes on the road, my phone vibrated and I scrambled to pull it back out of my bag. Ellie: Hey, yeah I’ve got the next three hours free. Just pop by whenever. You’re lucky it was today, the rest of my week is fully booked up. Lots of littles need help these days. Liv: Thanks. I’m on the way now. See you soon. Shoving my phone back into my bag, I looked up and out of the window, staring off into space as the deafening silence of the car continued to make this drive even more awkward. “How are you going to get home?” Claire asked. “I could always wait here for you if…” “I’m okay, thanks. I’ll call Charlie to pick me up. Thanks again though.” “Okay then…” Claire replied, looking dejected. “Well don’t be a stranger. We haven’t hung out in a while. Give me a call sometime!” “Will do.” I replied, sounding a lot less enthusiastic as I’d hoped, before shutting the car door and walking off into the clinic. “Come, come… sit down…” Ellie instructed, pointing at the familiar sofa that was waaaaaaay too comfortable for its own good. “Thanks for seeing me on such short notice.” I replied as we both sat down across from one another. “What’s the matter? Your text sounded very serious and very urgent.” “It’s work…” “Ah… I assume the PM tore you a new one for your little stunt in the commons?” “Yeah. And then Chris did too…” “Chris? The head of LIBRA?” “Yup. The one pulling all the strings.” “Why wasn’t he happy? Surely you standing up against a bill that was intended to make little’s lives worse would be a good thing for him?” “Apparently not. He has some ‘big picture’ that he refuses to share with me, and that me making such a scene recently could potentially ruin this ‘big picture’ of his.” “But you’re the candidate he backed…” “Yeah, don’t ask me. He told me to back down, or they’d be calling for my adoption. And that he wouldn’t be able to stop them.” “I… have to agree.” “Not you too…” I sighed. “No! Let me finish…” Ellie took a deep breath. “What I mean to say is that you should be very careful picking your fights. I, and all other littles, admire you for standing up for us, for standing up against shitty bills like that one that just passed. But… if this causes you to lose your position of power… where does that leave us? Our only hope of things getting better will be regressed, shitting herself and nursing from her Mummy… who used to be her wife. It could crush us. Both in spirit and in law. Because that would ensure no littles run for parliament ever again.” “What am I supposed to do then? Just let them pass all this shit?” “Liv… you weren’t to know your party would turn on you the moment you won…” “Apparently Chris knew…” “He did? Then why didn’t he share…” “Big picture…” I repeated. “Ugh. See, this is why I hate politics. Or one of the reasons anyway.” “Understandable.” “Anyway, Liv, what you need to do is rally support from the outliers in your party. You’ve mentioned to me before that you have a couple of allies…” “Who voted along party lines…” “Because they were forced to. Trust me, work on your relationship with those few people, and one day… they’ll stand with you instead.” “But by then they could have gutted all our rights!” I argued. “If it gets that far, then sure, fight back. But for now, especially with this bill, sure it sucks… but it won’t completely ruin the lives of every little…” “...Just some…” I murmured. “I know. It sucks. But seriously, just give it time. There will be some losses made to win the bi…” “If you say the bigger picture or something along those lines, I will slap you…” I said, raising my eyebrow at Ellie and smiling. Ellie giggled a bit before composing herself. “Okay… but you get the point, right?” She asked. “Kinda. I’ll try. Just… I took this path because I wanted to do the right thing.” “And you are! You’re changing minds! Give it a bit more time.” “I hope you’re right. For everyone’s sake.” It was good to talk to someone about everything that was going on, and I left Ellie’s office feeling a lot more hopeful than I had upon entering. Not to say that it completely allayed my fears… they were still deep inside, but I was able to see more of this ‘big picture’... or at least be able to accept that it may exist, even if I don’t know what it is exactly. Charlie picked me up shortly after my appointment, looking a bit worried. “What’s up, my love?” I asked as she buckled me into the car seat. “You should have told me you were coming here…” Charlie replied, sounding… disappointed. “It’s only Ellie… just needed to talk to her about a few things, about everything that’s going on. That’s all. Why? Were you worried?” Buckling me a bit tighter than usual, she finished up and closed the door without saying a thing, before walking around the car and getting in the driver’s seat. “Yes. In fact I was. My wife was out there, and didn’t get in contact with me to tell me where she was.” Charlie was always looking out for me but something must have her really riled up… because she was never this protective. “What’s really up?” I asked. “Nothing. Just… all these threats about getting you deemed immature… I… I don’t want anything to happen to you. And if something like that does happen… I want to be around.” “I understand. I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was a big deal. It never used to be.” “Yes, that was before you put a target on your back.” “I… sorry.” I sighed, looking down, feeling too guilty to look at her directly. “Let’s just go home, okay? I need snuggles from my baby.” “Do you think that’s the best time for me to be your baby?” “I don’t care, sweetie. You’re stressed, I’m stressed, we both need it. Screw everything else.” “I… okay.” She was right. We were both stressed. And I really needed a release. “Good. So we go home, I get you dressed up in your fluffiest sleeper and a thick crawler nappy…” “Crawler? Seriously? Why do we need something so thick?” I asked. “Because it’s cute on you, so shush!” She said, sticking her tongue out at me without taking her eyes off the road. “And maybe we can try nursing again…” “Did you get your pills sorted with Eve then?” “Yeah, she gave me a new bottle, should be fine again now.” “Oh good, I really don’t wanna become addicted again!” “Don’t you worry, sweetie. Mummy sorts everything out.” I love when she calls herself Mummy. It always puts a warmth in my heart and makes me feel all small and babyish. As soon as we got home, Charlie didn’t stop to take her jacket off or anything, she just carried me straight into the house, up the stairs, and into the nursery. Laying me down on the changing table, she slowly stripped my clothes off, until I was laying there in my birthday suit, and she quickly strapped me down using the waist strap. “Can’t let my wiggly baby roll off the changing table!” She joked, making me squirm and wiggle instinctively. “Stoooooop!” I whined, kicking my little legs up at her. “Never! You’re my little angel, and I’ll always tease you!” She said before lunging forward with her lips, planting a kiss on my exposed tummy… before blowing the biggest raspberry on it, making me giggle out loud and squirm even more. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” “Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me get you padded and dressed?” “...Yes.” “Yes, what?” She raised her eyebrow at me. “Yes… Mummy.” I said, sticking my tongue out at her and giggling. “Good girl. Now… let’s get you thickly padded, shall we?” I nodded and wriggled about as she quickly grabbed a crawler nappy from underneath the changing table and got to work. “Much better! There’s my little Princess!” Charlie exclaimed as she lifted me up off the table after dressing me up in my thickest, cosiest sleeper. I squealed in delight as Charlie carried me away from the changing table, out of the nursery, and down the stairs. Turning into the living room, she shuffled over to the sofa and quickly collapsed back into it, before repositioning me in her arms so that my head was nestled snugly against her boob. You can see where this is going. I knew where this was going. Charlie obviously did. I mean it was pretty freaking clear what she had in mind, and I had zero intention of stopping it. As she slowly slipped her dress off her shoulder, revealing her nursing bra, I prepared myself for what was about to come… what I had been waiting for since the little incident the last time we nursed. I could feel the cravings bubbling away within me, but thankfully Charlie was on the proper pills this time, and this craving should disappear soon. “You ready, my little angel?” Charlie asked, looking down at me with love in her eyes and the cutest damn smile on her face. That alone was enough to send me spiralling into littlespace, let alone that heavenly voice of hers. I nodded as she unclipped the nursing bra and revealed her breast, and I took absolutely no time in latching on and suckling, warm milk filling my mouth. Oh my god. It tasted so good. Charlie stroked my hair as I suckled away, as if my life depended on it. It genuinely felt like my life depended on it. I couldn’t get enough of this amazing milk. The warmth… the taste… it was just as good as… See, this is where I recognised what was going on. This is where I realised what was happening. But that little thought, the one that told me to stop, to pull away as quickly as possible, to warn Charlie that something was up… that thought was buried deep within my subconscious. Because right now, all I could think of was how much love I had for Charlie, and how much I wanted… no, needed, this milk. I could feel a little voice inside my head screaming, trying to break this focus, but nothing was working. I didn’t care. This milk was my ambrosia. It filled my tummy, my heart… my soul… And I needed to drink every last drop. Sadly, Charlie hadn’t noticed something was up, she too was caught up in the moment as she continued stroking my hair with one hand, and cradling me with the other. Occasionally she’d bend her head down and kiss mine, without disturbing me. “My little angel. I love you so much.” I was more focused on getting milk into me than I was breathing, because every now and then I’d have to pull back slightly for air, before going back in for more. “Someone’s a hungry little baby…” As the feeding went on, I could feel the other side effects take hold. Drowsiness in particular. I could feel my body become lethargic, becoming limp in Charlie’s arms, but even this didn’t stop me suckling. Not even her moving me from one breast to the other disturbed me, all I did was continue to nurse as soon as I was switched over. That little voice in the back of my head had gone quiet by the end of it, and my eyes were extremely heavy. “D’aww… someone’s a sleepy little angel.” Charlie said… right as I drifted off to sleep, snuggled up in my Mummy’s arms. ======================================================= Also if you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! (Sorry for the reminder again, trying to get my subscribers back after the Patreon rubbish!) Hoping to start the new SubscribeStar exclusive short stories with a trial run in January! if the first commission goes well, I'll see how many I can handle per month (thinking about 2 per month. These stories won't be posted here at all.) ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories (or even have a chance at commissioning one when I add the tier for them!), why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! The basic tier gets early access and exclusive access to short stories (when they're written), higher tiers will be limited but get a short story each month (1-2 per month in total, also not yet running this tier yet, will announce when I'm starting!). Thank you to all my patrons for their support over the past couple of years! Seriously, your support meant the world to me, and I hope to be set up somewhere new soon. New chapters of Little in Love 2 every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks! 4 Link to comment
Moon3ye Posted January 28 Share Posted January 28 The pills don't seem to be working again. What is going on? Did Charlie or Eve turn on Liv after all - I can't imagine that. Something's not right. I have a bad feeling about this. 1 Link to comment
sklawlor Posted January 28 Share Posted January 28 yeah, I had the same thought. can't tell who it is yet, maybe Eve doesn't know or has anything to do with it. After all, olivia hasn't witnessed Charlie taking the pills firsthand in either of these last two instances but I don't know why she would betray her wife like this. Link to comment
FloridaKid Posted January 29 Share Posted January 29 This plays like a dream sequence…what the heck is going on? This is LFP in rare form, confounding her readers, well, at least this one anyway. I’m still holding on to the thought that they will ultimately end up calling in that favor from Freya. I know, no spoilers from you… Link to comment
LittleFallenPrincess Posted January 31 Author Share Posted January 31 Chapter 19: Again? Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess I awoke the following day, inside my crib. The events of yesterday rushed back as I tried sitting up, but found it hard to do so with this enormous crawler nappy taped around my waist. I managed it, but it was a lot of effort. And as soon as I was sat up, I quickly realised what had happened, and instinctively called out for Charlie. “CHARLIE!” I knew she’d have the baby monitor on, and by the cute kitten clock on the wall, I knew she’d be up, as it was after 9am now, and she was always up at 7, no matter what. Heavy footsteps ran through the house, making the floor vibrate a little… until they stopped suddenly in the doorway. “You okay baby?” Charlie sounded worried. “Yeah.” “What’s up then?” Charlie asked, sighing a breath of relief. “It happened again…” “What did?” “The milk.” “What about the… OH! Shit! Sorry! I…” “It’s okay, though if it’s not a bad batch of those pills… that means you’re building a tolerance to it.” I said, stating the obvious. “I guess I am. I’ll get in touch with Eve today and see what she thinks, see if we can still manage it somehow. No wonder you were out like a light yesterday! I’m sorry, baby.” “It’s okay.” I replied, sighing. “Looks like you’ll be in thick nappies for a few days.” “And you’re going to have to pump. Far away from me. The cravings are strong now.” I wasn’t lying, the whole time Charlie stood in the doorway, in her cute little pyjamas… I couldn’t help but stare at her breasts and think about how much I needed to feed right now. Normally I’d be staring at the cute bed head she has, or how gorgeous she looks in her nightwear. But no… today was going to be full of cravings and staring at her boobs, apparently. “Okay baby. I’ll try to be careful. But first… do you need a change?” She asked in that soft, maternal voice that I love so much. “Most likely. Pretty sure I messed during the night.” “Yeah, we both know the drill with milk. Guess I’ve got a few icky nappies to change over the next few days! Good job that I love you so much!” “D’awww!” I said, snarkily, pulling a face at her and sticking my tongue out. “Don’t make me put a dummy in, sweetie. Now… let’s get that nappy changed and get you downstairs. If you’re going to be stuck in thick nappies and you insist on acting like a baby… then we’re going to have a few days of baby treatment. I’m not needed at work, neither are you. Few days off will do us good!” “Just no feeding…” I said, reminding her. “I know, baby, I know. I’ll get in touch with Eve this afternoon. Now… what cute nappy should we put you in today?” Dressed in a cute lilac dress that barely covered my enormous nappy (one that had adorable little kitties on it!), along with some matching lilac booties, I was spoon fed by Charlie in my highchair, before being cleaned up with a wipe and carried off back into my nursery, where I was deposited in my playpen. “You play in there for a bit. Mummy has some chores to do around the house.” Charlie said, giving me a quick kiss on the forehead before leaving me alone to play with my toys. I nodded as she left, then quickly got to work stacking my blocks, trying to beat my previous high score the last time I got to play with them. I was getting really good at this, and I was determined to get even better at it. First… I’ll make it as tall as me! Then I’ll work towards making it as tall as Charlie! At this point, I had most likely used my nappy. For what, I don’t know… it could be either or both, given the milk. I didn’t know… and you know what? I didn’t care. That was Charlie’s job to clean up, it’s not my fault, it’s that stupid milk! My job was to have fun and look as cute as possible for my wife. At least that’s my job when I’m not busy working or being a big girl and going on dates with her. So ignoring the state of my nappy, I continued having fun, crawling around the playpen, playing with all the different sorts of toys. I don’t know how long this went on for, but it must have been a while, as Charlie returned and announced it was lunch time. “Seriously? Already?” I whined. “Seriously. Baby needs to eat. You were playing for a good while. How about once you’ve had your nummy lunch, we get snuggled up for the afternoon and watch a movie?” “Something adult, by any chance?” “Not a chance, baby. Not when you’re this little and adorable! Age appropriate things only, sweetie.” “Hmph!” I pouted, as my wife walked over, looking even more gorgeous than the sleepy mess this morning. She had had a shower, put her makeup on, and got dressed in a really nice dress I hadn’t seen her wear in a while. These days she mostly wears pant suits, not that I’m complaining, she looks amazing in them. But today, she looked especially feminine in her long blue dress, one that really accentuated her boobs. Which didn’t help with the cravings as she picked me up and carried me off downstairs, towards the kitchen. “Here comes the train! Choo choo!” Charlie announced as a big spoonful of mush started slowly making its way towards my mouth. I didn’t want to open up. Nope. No trains stopping here. Station is closed for repairs. Private railway. Nope. Not gonna happen. So… of course I open up and she shoves the gunk into my mouth, making me gag slightly at the icky food resting on my tongue. Quickly swallowing it, I looked up to my wife with my best pleading face. “Why, Charlie? Why do I have to eat that disgusting gunk?” “Because it’s good for you. And… because you react like this, and it’s just too damn precious!” I could feel my heart beat faster as her smile grew, but I stood strong… I… well… I pouted my best at her, which did absolutely nothing for me as she shovelled a second spoonful into my mouth. “Look, I know it’s not nice, but when you’re wetting and messing so often, you need to make sure you’re well nourished to keep up with it. And nothing works better than this rubbish. Don’t worry, I’ve got you a chocolate cake for dessert.” Okay… she had a point… and as soon as she mentioned dessert… that’s it, I was completely won over. “Fine. Let’s get it in me so I can get to the actual good food!” I said, pointing to my mouth. “That’s a good girl!” She announced, lifting the spoon up with another load of mush on it, and flew it right towards my mouth. Once the last of the mush was gone, Charlie was true to her word and brought me out a little-sized slice of cake for dessert. “For lunch though? You don’t usually let me…” “Oh let me spoil you, you silly baby.” She cut me off, making me pout instantly. “You know I love being spoiled, but I never get this kind of treat!” “You get cake all the time!” She argued. “Not for lunch!” “I can take it back if you don’t want it…” Charlie said, going to grab the plate upon which the beautiful sponge cake was resting. “NO!” I cried out, instinctively. “I thought so…” She grinned. Before she could threaten to take it away again, before she could even move her hand… I lunged forward and grabbed the cake and shoved it into my mouth. “You’re such a baby…” She laughed. “Only because you love me like this…” I retorted. “I love seeing you happy. The baby stuff is all you, sweetie.” “HMPH!” I dropped the remaining cake from my hands onto the plate and quickly crossed my arms in a huff, giving her my biggest pout in months. To which she just replied by taking a chunk of it on a spoon, raising it in front of my mouth… and making the train noises again. After a nice bath… a bubble bath in particular… I was dressed up all cute and babyish again and placed in the playpen in the living room whilst Charlie sat and watched TV. Thankfully, with my nanites, we could watch any shows we wanted without worrying about me getting hypnotised. It was weird being able to channel hop, as that would have been considered a game of chance before my nanites built up an immunity to hypnosis… with the stakes being my adult life. So whilst Charlie happily channel surfed her way through our cable package, I happily coloured in a picture of a Princess and her Mummy from a colouring book Malcolm jokingly bought me for my last birthday. With my padded butt in the air, and my cute purple dress doing nothing to hide it, I wasted away a good portion of the day just colouring, playing with toys, and occasionally watching whatever Charlie was watching. And the whole time… I couldn’t get my mind off nursing. Couldn’t stop thinking about that damn milk. I knew it was bad for me. The adult mind in me was still screaming at me, telling me that it’s just the addictive properties of Amazon milk that was causing me to salivate anytime I looked towards my wife’s body. Not to say that I don’t do that anyway, I mean my wife is a freaking Goddess… it’d be weird if I didn’t melt at the sight of her… especially when she’s wearing that lingeri… anyway… yeah, it was worse than usual and the milk was to blame. But yes, this colouring, this time away from my adult life… this is why I love my baby time with Charlie, and why I’m so grateful that I get to experience being both an adult and a baby as a little in this cursed world, with a woman who allows me the freedom and safety to do so. I had completely forgotten about all the drama to do with my party and the government, all that rubbish with Chris, all the fear and sadness related to Amber. Just for a few hours… I could divert my worries and thoughts away from all that, and just be… well… happy. Carefree. Me. Because I spend a lot of time being the ‘ideal’ little MP everyone wants me to be. I spend a lot of time trying to be what everyone needs me to be. I try to be strong for my wife and my friends. I try to be responsible and careful as a little person who is in the crosshairs of so many anti-little organisations, all of whom would take any mistake I make as a reason to roll back little’s rights back even further than they already have been. No, in these few hours I could just be me. Both sides of me. So when my phone rang, disturbing my headspace, and Charlie passed me the phone down into the playpen as I sat up and took the call… I was a little bit cranky. “Hey kiddo!” Malcolm said on the other end of the call. “What is it, Mal? Kinda busy right now…” I replied, trying to rush him off the phone so I could get back to my afternoon. “Are you busy tonight?” He asked. “I… I’m not sure yet, why?” “I want to take you out drinking.” “But…” “No, no buts! We haven’t had a drink together in a long time. I know a little-friendly bar. Owned by a mate of mine. Opening tonight, and I have been invited, as long as I bring a little with me.” “That sounds suspicious…” “Don’t worry, it’s all above board. This guy is legit. I promise you, it’s safe.” Malcolm was always trying to protect me, so if he says this guy is alright, and this bar is safe… I trusted him. He would have done his homework. Also helped that I had heard from a few people in the office about a place like this being opened up. And hey, if Charlie came with us, she could keep me safe. “I’ll have to ask my wife. Why don’t I call you back later once we’re a bit less busy, and we can discuss plans?” “So that’s a yes then?” “No, that’s a maybe…” “Good enough for me! Pick you up at five!” “NO! MAL…” Before I could argue back, Malcolm hung up the phone. When that man is excited about something, he goes full steam ahead and doesn’t take no for an answer. It’s one of his more endearing… and frustrating qualities. ======================================================= Sorry I've not been replying to comments lately, been very busy and keep putting it off and then by the time I have time, it's time to post the next chapter! But don't worry, I am reading them all, and I really appreciate them. And I'm really happy you're enjoying the story so far, even if you've had a few mean cliffhangers I'm going to try to find some time in between chapters to reply to comments from now on, like I used to. Because it was so much fun teasing you all by being super vague about everything. Also its really fun to see all your little brains working hard to figure out what is going. It's really entertaining :3 Also if you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! (Sorry for the reminder again, trying to get my subscribers back after the Patreon rubbish!) Hoping to start the new SubscribeStar exclusive short stories with a trial run in January! if the first commission goes well, I'll see how many I can handle per month (thinking about 2 per month. These stories won't be posted here at all.) ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories (or even have a chance at commissioning one when I add the tier for them!), why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! The basic tier gets early access and exclusive access to short stories (when they're written), higher tiers will be limited but get a short story each month (1-2 per month in total, also not yet running this tier yet, will announce when I'm starting!). Thank you to all my patrons for their support over the past couple of years! Seriously, your support meant the world to me, and I hope to be set up somewhere new soon. New chapters of Little in Love 2 every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks! 5 Link to comment
Moon3ye Posted February 1 Share Posted February 1 I hope I'm not the only one who thinks that something is completely wrong, right? I can't point the finger at it, but as I was helping myself, something is wrong. 2 Link to comment
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