A Little Change of Perspective: A Diaper Dimension Story (Chapter 30 - Complete)

[Guilend]

If loved to hear what happened after her sister was tickled till she wet herself. But since she probably lived with her mother and the school, she probably got a good spanking and spent who knows how long in diapers not even allowed the toilet and then probably had to go through a potty training phase.

 

I'm glad the mother came around. I really hope Sophie becomes big again, but I also hoped she needs diapers and her mother has to be her and Paul's caregiver, even giving her spankings when she naughty in public 😁

[LtlGary]

This story is amazing. So many awesome twists and turns that keep me on the edge of my diapered seat! ❤️

[BabySofia]

The idea of seniorosis is interesting, curious how you develop that later. Definitely felt like Hansel and Gretel getting into the cabin, appreciate that it lived down to the expectation there! Looking forward to seeing what else happens, but I was genuinely surprised they went to her sister rather than her brother. Mama bear becomes mommy again...? It'll be interesting! 

[Kat5]

Excellent chapter! I love every bit of it, and the Mostly Underhanded Mom Redemption Ark (Sadly abbreviated to MUMRA (the ever living)) honestly just started my day off with a smile, an 'aww' and a little tearing up!

Thank you very much for this.

[Operational Systems]

I knew there was nothing wrong with the mom that could not be solved with a hug.  I do like the contrast of her mother with the elder in the woods, that the bigs need littles (or children?) in their lives or start to degrade.  Sophie was seeing not just her mom's future but her own.

[Kat5]

10 hours ago, LostBBoyBear said:

even patted my diapered bottom embarrassingly enough, I only felt safe.

Also: Booty pats are comforting, regardless of your age. 

 

Snuggles? Booty pats. Tired? Booty pats. Padded bottom? Then booty pats are somehow 10x more emoti9nally comforting. 

[Baby Billy]

I'm a little confused why is she worried about her brother, didn't she go to him before she went under cover and give him a code word so he would know it was her.

[LostBBoyBear]

36 minutes ago, Baby Billy said:

I'm a little confused why is she worried about her brother, didn't she go to him before she went under cover and give him a code word so he would know it was her.

She's worried about her brother for another reason. I'll explain it more later, but I just wanted to add this as a placeholder of sorts for now.

[Guilend]

4 hours ago, Kat5 said:

Also: Booty pats are comforting, regardless of your age.

I think what she was embarrassed the most about was her diaper. 

 

35 minutes ago, Baby Billy said:

I'm a little confused why is she worried about her brother, didn't she go to him before she went under cover and give him a code word so he would know it was her.

I have a feeling she didn't want to go to him first because his connection to LPS. It could put him in a tough position, especially if LPS has a manhunt for her to arrest her or something. If she does contact him, it would be after she determines what her standing with LPS is.

[SGTbaby]

Love how Mom has seen the light so to speak!

[Craisler]

Given the origins of the Diaper Dimension, it’s understandable that that the DD world doesn’t necessarily have to be coherent like any Earth based society.  However, I’m glad to see you are fleshing out some aspects of the DD.  I never saw Amazons working so hard to obtain Littles and infantilizing them as making much sense.  Those actions don’t perpetuate the species or contribute to the development of the society.  It mostly seems like a bunch of overgrown girls playing with living dolls.

In the last chapter, though, you allude to having Littles around as a means of combating Seniorosis.  That begins to explain part of the reason Amazon women want to have Littles around the house.  It will be interesting to see what other explanations your stories provide for other aspects of the DD world. 

[LostBBoyBear]

1 hour ago, Craisler said:

Given the origins of the Diaper Dimension, it’s understandable that that the DD world doesn’t necessarily have to be coherent like any Earth based society.  However, I’m glad to see you are fleshing out some aspects of the DD.  I never saw Amazons working so hard to obtain Littles and infantilizing them as making much sense.  Those actions don’t perpetuate the species or contribute to the development of the society.  It mostly seems like a bunch of overgrown girls playing with living dolls.

In the last chapter, though, you allude to having Littles around as a means of combating Seniorosis.  That begins to explain part of the reason Amazon women want to have Littles around the house.  It will be interesting to see what other explanations your stories provide for other aspects of the DD world. 

I think you're definitely going to appreciate the story I've got coming up at some point that explains a lot of things. It takes place at the end of the Great War I've alluded to before and fills in a lot of questions I've even had myself for years. In a tragic way, it justifies several aspects of this society.

[Craisler]

Looking forward to it. 

[LostBBoyBear]

Hey everyone! For those wondering, Sophie did not go to her brothers for a very specific reason. I will elaborate on that soon, but she did have a reason.

Next, sorry for the delay in posting this chapter. Something not so great occurred to me yesterday and while I’m sure I will get back on my feet fully eventually, chapters might come a little slower than I was originally hoping for because of this. That might not always be the case, especially as writing this story will likely provide me with a nice distraction to what happened, but for now, just know that the remaining five chapters might not stick to the schedule I was originally hoping for.

Also, as a reminder, the poll for my next story is still going on. As a reminder, as usual, I will post my decision of my next story during my final chapter of this story. Until then, feel free to comment here or just personally message me what you want to read next. I like all the choices I am presenting, so choose what you want. For those not sure of the choices, just refer to the beginning of chapter 2.

Lastly, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter!

Chapter 25: Bonding Can Mean Sacrifice

I’ve always found different perspectives to be odd in a way. A little more one way or another and you could find yourself practically viewing an entirely different world. The difference could be night and day, with or without glasses, or hot and cold. Having chosen my sister, and by extension my mom, over my brother, I was definitely getting a different perspective lately.

My brother would have reveled with Paul and treated me like I was his sister and nothing more. Perhaps a round of teasing and him holding his larger form now over his older sibling, but I’m not sure how much would have really changed. He was a man, and while it isn’t always about that, his hormones, instincts, or whatever, wouldn’t have come into play because of that. Don’t get me wrong, men can show a fierceness about Littles themselves, but it isn’t a guarantee. With Chloe and my mom, that wasn’t the case.

My mom and I had renewed our relationship and Chloe was as good as her word in the fact that she treated me differently than Paul or Alice. I was still included in conversations of the more adult variety, wasn’t given toys to play with, and all those types of scenarios, but I was still the size of a Little.

Before, with LRG, BAL, and even my own apartment in the ‘real’ world, I had accommodations to my new size. I actively avoided places where that wasn’t the case, so I never had a full experience of being half my former size. As such, even simple things like getting a bag of chips because I was hungry, became a task in and of itself.

“Can I get the nacho chips from the top shelf?” I asked Chloe, not even thinking it was a big deal. My mom was out doing some errands for us, like getting more diapers as this house was going through at least 15 a day now, so I had to swallow my pride and ask the only other Big-sized person here or risk certain failure by using a step ladder.

Chloe sighed and paused her lumping of the cookie dough balls for a sweet treat later. “My hands are really sticky, Sophie. How about you just wait until later?” I wanted to object but she was already refocused back on her baking. From behind me, I heard a ‘tsk-tsk.’ I spun around and saw Paul.

He smirked and then pulled me away to the other room. Adventure Sam was on, and Alice didn’t even seem to register our presence in the room. “What do you want, Paul? What’s so funny?” I was mildly annoyed with his smug look over someone telling me ‘no.’

“Rookie mistake, Sophie… rookie mistake…” I looked at him questioningly and he pointed to the nearby clock on the wall. “See that?” I nodded. “You asked only an hour after lunch. Like it or not, you need the help of Bigs and they’ll dictate everything… meaning to or not.” I definitely got the opinion he was referring to me more than Chloe right then.

“So, what do I do? What was my rookie mistake?” I was hungry and I wanted to see if there was a way around all this ‘Big privilege.’

“Isn’t it obvious?” I quickly shook my head. My thinking only got me to the point where I was seriously contemplating some spy-like maneuver using a broom, a chair, and a bandana. Paul sighed. “You asked too early. Ask again in an hour and see what happens… or just wait until Alice and I get our snack. Strength in numbers is one of our few tactics against Bigs…”

I found it curious that Paul was seemingly viewing me as more of a Little than a Big now. Back in the BAL cell when he first discovered who I was, that didn’t seem to be the case. Maybe it was the fact that even out in the ‘real’ world, I was still his height, or maybe it was my diapers, or maybe it was the Princess Poppy shirt I was wearing… ‘just in case someone stopped by today,’ at least according to my mom. Whatever the case was though, I couldn’t shake that feeling or stop worrying about what it would mean for our future together… if that was even possible now.

Regardless, I took Paul’s advice. As Chloe had busied herself with yet another task an hour later, I just waited for snack time with Alice and Paul. Just being a snack, I was fed some carrot sticks and my nacho chips in one of their cutesy plastic dishes. I wasn’t sure what to make of that fact, but Paul had been right. I got my way, but it was still under the direction of a Big in my life.

Still, with him being right and all, made me rethink my position in the house. I still changed my own diapers and didn’t cuddle with a stuffy, but my height made my position more challenging. Curious as to his insight, I began to stick around Paul more often than my sister or mom throughout the day. This meant that because Paul followed Alice’s life, I followed hers as well.

This continued for the next few days, and I found myself easing into the role of being just another Little in the house. Because I had to pass myself off as a Little if someone random ever came over, in order to avoid suspicion and following Alice in what she did, my daily activities became those of a Little. Cartoons, plastic utensils and dishes, story time, quiet time, and so many others just became part of my quickly turning normal routine. But just doing that over and over again wasn’t enough for the Big part that was still inside of me.

The weather was already turning colder and while I liked making snowmen and skiing and cold nights as much as anyone, outdoor time with the reasonably warmer weather was limited now, so was therefore precious. After the third day of being cooped up inside, Alice began to complain. She was bought off by staying up later and being given some chocolate pudding the next day, but Paul wasn’t far behind either in begging to leave.

My consolation was that I was able to resist complaining about my own wants and desires, and therefore keep a small shred of dignity, but I couldn’t stand it anymore either by the sixth day of staying here. “Chloe… mom… we need to get out of the house.” I gestured to the front window where the blinds were slightly cracked open. “It’s too beautiful of a day not to.”

Chloe and our mom looked at each other, but turned back and shook their heads. “I’m sorry sweetheart,” our mom tried to console. “It’s just too risky if everything you’ve told us is true about LPS and the like.”

I sighed, and while I had backed down on certain arguments, such as baths instead of showers, I saw Alice and Paul. They would never stand up to Chloe or our mom, so I knew I couldn’t shirk away from this argument. “No mom…”

My mom gave me the face I recognized from my childhood, and even though it grated on my nerves, I was just glad she didn’t immediately send me to my room like she used to. “I know it’s a risk but do it at least for Alice and Paul. I know we’ve all been more sequestered inside lately… group safety and all, but we need to leave.” I sighed and looked at my feet. It was partially for effect, Paul had taught me well, but it was also partially a true sign of resignation and sadness. “Please… I need to leave… for my own sake… as well as Alice’s and Paul’s.”

I could hear a great sigh in front of me, and when I looked up, I could see that Chloe and our mom were busily debating it amongst themselves. Encouraged at least, I made sure to signal for both Paula and Alice to add into the mix their own puppy dog begging faces. When Chloe and our mom looked back, I could tell that it worked like a charm, as any signs of resistance in their faces were instantly erased.

“Ugh!” Chloe rolled her eyes but shot her hands up in the air. “I surrender, I surrender! We’ll just go to the park, okay?”

Everyone smiled and Paul and Alice even started bouncing around. Having been cooped up inside for almost a week and then the BAL cell before, I was even tempted myself.

“Yay! Yay! We goin’ to da park!” Alice could barely sit still as Chloe wrestled her shoes on her feet. Everyone got a diaper check or change, me doing my own still, but soon, we were all out the door. Unfortunately, due to the need to protect our cover, I was relegated to a stroller.

While Chloe had been changing Paul, my mom had given me that particular ultimatum. I really didn’t want to, but my mom was unshakable in her position. So, I now found myself in the single stroller my mom was pushing while Paul and Alice rode together in the one Chloe was pushing. Paul gave me an odd look, but he at least didn’t make a big deal of it. It was just my first realization of how things would be different in public now.

I had to consider myself lucky though. Chloe had opted to stay at home with Paul, Alice, and I with some time off. Big society might have been a little screwed up admittedly, but our family leave policies were nearly unrivaled. All it took was a small lie about Alice not feeling well, and I was able to limit my interaction with the majority of problematic situations being a Little. Now, however, once we got to the park, I began to see that despite my luck previously, the stroller was just the first sign of change.

As soon as Alice and Paul were unbuckled, neither wasted any time in running off to play. I thought Paul might have been more reserved, but he was quickly falling back into old habits, and truthfully, I think he was just embracing life and enjoying not being captured or the target of any opposing pro-Big group once in months now. I couldn’t blame him.

For me though, I had been planning to stay with Chloe and our mom. Looking around though, I saw that I would have been the only one. Not dangerous or anything, but an odd Little was a noticed Little. Trying to maintain my cover, it was the last thing I wanted to do now.

“Everything okay, honey?” my mom asked as she sat on the bench next to Chloe after parking the stroller that I had just been helped from.

“Uh…” I looked at Chloe and our mom, and then back over at Alice and Paul. Seeing every other Little galivanting off to some playtime activity, I knew what I had to do if I wanted to appear like a Little. “No… nothing’s wrong… just… complicated.” My mom clearly wanted to help, so I made sure to give her a tiny wave of reassurance before joining Alice and Paul.

“What are you doing here?” Paul quickly asked me as I joined the two just as they were about to climb up onto the playground set.

“Duh, silly,” Alice noted, her eyes rolling a bit at the same time. “She jus’ wan’s to be happy wiff us. Mommy and gwanny awe bowin! So, come on an’ join us!” Alice immediately took off without a second thought.

Her mental state hadn’t improved since she had somewhat recovered after her encounter with the fountain flower at the conservatory. She wasn’t the drooling baby she had been, but there was just something that was… off about her. The whole family could see it, but everyone seemed content to just help her out in the ways she needed by now. Occasionally, I saw my mom look at her in a way that screamed guilt, but I let that one go. If Alice hated her current life, I think it would have been a shock to everyone, so we just left her alone.

Regardless, Paul turned to follow her, but turned back to me briefly and mouthed what I could only guess was ‘cover’ to me. I nodded and he sighed but continued up the ladder after Alice. After I told him about his connection as a leader with LRG and what that meant, I noticed he had shown some caution as well when any stranger came to the door since we had gotten to Chloe’s.

Still, we both made the most of it and followed Alice around her various usual spots on the playground equipment. Her imagination seemed endless, and her energy seemed plentiful. One minute, we were using the tower at the top of a slide as her secret base, and the next, we were using one of the bottom sections with all the knobs and wheels to mess around with as our forward cockpit as we plunged into the bowels of the earth looking for gold and gemstones.

Prety soon, she was bored of all that though, so we switched to tag. “Thirty… twenty-nine!” Paul was chosen to hide first. Alice volunteered but I questioned her ability to count. A quick test befuddled her after the number five, so Paul was chosen instead. Alice, dejected from seeing that type of loss firsthand, quickly rebounded though and ran off. Her hiding place was obvious, but I made sure to hide in the dense bushes nearby. I thought it was easy…

It took them at least five minutes to find me, so for the next round, Paul implemented a ‘plain view’ rule. The hider had to be visible from at least one view. I thought it was unfair and too easy, but by a vote of 2-1, I lost. Grumbling to myself, Paul began to count again, and I made sure to hide with their stupid new rules. It still took them a solid minute to find me though.

A few more rounds, and Alice darted off to Chloe without a word as to what she was doing. I thought she needed a diaper change, based on the droop I could see through her pants, but instead, Chloe and our mom came over and sat Alice in the swings.

“Lookie at how fah’ I can go up!” Alice boasted after Chloe gave her a gentle but decent shove from behind.

Not wanting to be outdone, Paul squirmed in his seat. “Ugh! I’ve never been good a swinging!” My mom only smiled and walked over to offer her services. Paul gladly accepted.

So, both were swinging higher and higher without falling back. It didn’t take long for them to start competing. I had been swinging on my own, but when Alice shouted out, “Awww! Aunty Sophie is woosin’!” My blood ran cold.

In retrospect, I knew I should have been more worried about my niece just suddenly blurting out that I was her Aunt Sophie, but right then, my old competitive streak reared its ugly head instead. “Yeah? We’ll just see about that!” Using all my strength, I began to pump my legs, arms, and back on the swing to move faster. I had been so good growing up, that I thought I would smoke them in a second… I just forgot one factor.

“Need a push?” my mom offered as I barely was able to get halfway to where Paul and Alice were.

I shook my head, my ego getting the best of me. “No, I haven’t been pushed since I was sma…” I then realized my biggest issue. I had grown up as a Big.

Even being the size of a Little, there were other factors in play. Big physiology was just a bit different, and everyone knew it. When I was a Big, I had time to adapt on multiple levels and thrive in this world. Ensuring my cover, however, I had lost those attributes, so swinging around today, I was effectively just a Little and nothing more. I knew I needed a push.

I slowed in shock, dropped my head to my chest in defeat, and nodded. “Yes, please. Just a little push…” From the corner of my eye, I could see a small smile appear on my mom’s face as she came over to me to help me out. Right before she gave me a good shove as well, she gently rubbed my back. She didn’t say a word, but her tiny gesture helped sooth my bruised ego.

Not wanting to expose us to dangerous heights or risk us slipping out, not using the baby swings, the contest ended a while later in a tie. Paul still argued with Chloe about the whole thing, but being that time and clearly trying to mediate, Chloe stepped in. “So, who’s ready for some lunch, huh?”

Alice and Paul stopped dead. That’s as far Paul went after nodding his head as well, but Alice nearly put on a whole show. She began to rapidly nod her own head and bounce up and down on the spot as if she needed to pee. She probably did, but I knew with her severe lack of control, her bouncing like that only served to convey her excitement. “Ooh, ooh, me! Me, mommy!” Everyone just chuckled and we all wandered off to the nearby picnic benches to eat.

One satisfying, not even that horrifyingly childish lunch later and we all just laid down on a picnic blanket together. At least we each took turns doing that.

Being about as incontinent as they could be at this point, both Paul and Alice desperately needed changes not long after lunch. I made sure not to make a big deal whenever I noticed either doing their business, but it was a continual factor in our lives. Noticing them like I used to make me feel mature, but that’s about as far as it went.

It was all just an illusion and becoming more prevalent every day. Right as Chloe was returning with Paul, I felt the tiniest urges and sat up from the picnic blanket, but it was already too late. The bluish gas had done its work well on me, and I could just make out the steady stream now entering my diaper.

“Everything okay, sweetie?” my mom asked, now sitting up as well. I could only turn around and shake my head pitifully to answer her question. “What is it? What’s… oh.”

Her words were so resolute, I nearly felt them echo in my head. ‘Oh.’ It was the last sound of my dignity for the day escaping right out into the thirsty padding around my groin. The tears began to flow much more quickly now. I didn’t try and stop it.

My mom, now being one of my biggest champions, immediately came over and gave me a hug. They were getting to almost be commonplace, but not a single one so far had felt forced or just either one of us doing them out of obligation rather than love. Of course, the hugs were obvious.

“Iss evwythin’ okay?” Alice asked sweetly, now seeing us both hugging like that.

Still too emotional, my mom just simply shook her head. “It’s okay, baby. Your aunty is just having a hard day being a Little. I’m sure you can remember that, right?” Alice clearly was trying to remember, but after a moment just shook her head. My mom just sighed. “Well, that’s okay. I’m sure it did happen, so don’t you worry about your aunty. As soon as your mommy comes back, I’m going to make her just as right as rain, okay?” Nodding happily, Alice simply went back to playing with one of her stuffies that she had begged to take along.

Feeling my diaper, already damp from my recent dribbling’s throughout the day, was now reaching its capacity. So, when Chloe and Paul returned, I didn’t object to when our mom grabbed my diaper bag from the stroller I had rolled in and headed over to the restroom. Paul and Chloe seemed puzzled, but once they saw my diaper bag and my tears, I knew it had left little to the imagination of why.

“Easy, sweetie. Easy,” my mom cooed at me from above as she laid me out on the changing surface in the public restroom. Sweet smells of lavender and lemon swirled around my nose, but there was a definite odor one associated with public restroom as well… particularly those in public parks.

Looking after me, my mom had made sure to put a pad below me, Princess Poppy themed to my embarrassment. And from that perspective, I started to see how going out in public had its downsides. Stroller usage and playing with Littles were part of the deal. Due to my own incontinence now, public diaper changes were as well. So, I just covered my eyes and let my mom work.

I’m guessing getting plenty of practice with her outings with Alice in recent months once she was better with Littles, it seemed that my mom hardly missed a beat when it came to changing diapers. She had helped me out before, but that was the exception rather than the rule. If she noticed, my mom always offered to help, but I always said no. Being in public and maintaining my cover though, there never was a question.

Still, my mom, against all odds, was purely loving and professional about changing my diaper. No raspberries, cooing, or even lingering for half a second longer than absolutely necessary. It might have even been clinical, but I could feel the gentleness of her touch as the wipes cleaned my skin. In contrast to the previous nannybot, my mom showed her care for her daughter in spades.

Finally, she was done. We both washed our hands, her helping me up to the sink, and then exited to allow the next mommy and Little duo to take our place. Once outside though, we both made sure to hug each other. My mom had to crouch to accommodate me, but despite my extreme embarrassment over needing a diaper change like that, her affections towards me eased my mind like nothing else had before.

Alice needed a nap, and Paul looked like he could use one as well, so we all went back home. The rest of the day passed peacefully, and after a few baths, dinner, and a nightly story to Alice and Paul, I decided to call it an early night as well. I hadn’t taken a nap myself, but still with a smaller body, my extra expended energy was catching up with me.

So, after my own nightly routine, I settled down in the guest room upstairs. The peaceful feeling I had with my mom hung around me like a glow of sorts and I easily settled into bed. My eyes were soon closed.

“Wake up! Wake up!” My eyes bolted open, and I saw Paul standing in front of me, clearly terrified.

“Paul? What are you…?” But before I could say another word, Paul clasped his hand over my mouth, fear circling his eyes. I was shocked and wanted to scold him still, but he then silently pressed his point finger against his lips. Paul wasn’t an alarmist and had faced threatening Bigs and BAL through several dangers by now. If he was silencing me and was showing me fear, I knew there had to be a good reason.

Gesturing for me to follow, we both creaked around the upstairs and to the computer room that I had noticed my mom and Chloe frequenting lately. “What’s…?” Once again, I didn’t finish my question, but this time, it was because I heard multiple footsteps and murmurs coming from downstairs.  

Paul waved for me to quickly join him and closed and then locked the door. He snapped toward me and began to whisper to me. “Bad guys… downstairs. Alice had a nightmare and was being soothed by Chloe. I was drifting back off when I heard a window smash. There was a lot of fighting afterward… but then almost nothing. That’s when I got you.”

My eyes widened in terror. “Who is it, Paul? Is it BAL? LPS? Who?”

Paul shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s why I’m in here…” I looked at him in curiosity and he only pointed to screens in front of him and then to a black object that I had never noticed before in the upper corner of the room. The monitors then lit Paul’s face up. “Thought so… Come here.” I slowly made my way over, but I wasn’t expecting to see that I was looking at.

First, the two monitors were divided up into at least ten different boxes, each labeled and showing a different room in the house. I now realized that tiny black object was a camera, and I quickly wondered when either Chloe or our mom had installed them. It was strange but not worrying.

What was concerning though, was the fact that both Chloe and our mom were lying unconscious on the floor and being tied up by a few armed personnel. Curiously, several of the Bigs seemed to be groaning and limping around my mom. A few even had to pick themselves off the floor. As for Alice… she was being held nearby and as Paul turned the speakers up, it was clear she was crying for her mommy, still lying unconscious and bound at her feet.

“Shit…” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

“Yeah…” Paul’s finger then touched the monitor to a singular point on one of their jackets. After he removed his hand, I saw what it was. There, plain as day, were the letters ‘B.A.L.’ They had tracked us back here. “I would say shit is right.”

“What do we do?” I tried to remain calm, but every scenario my mind was coming up with either needed me to be a Big, have backup support, or be back in my own house. I was starting to regret not coming in sooner to LPS. “I can’t think of anything that won’t get us caught or even killed.”

Paul nodded, but we both still thought for a moment. “Bring that Little over here! She’ll know where they are!” Paul and I snapped to the monitors as we heard Alice squeal as she was dragged over to their leader.

“We have to do something!” I bolted for the door, but Paul quickly stopped me.

“No! That’s just what they want.” He managed to stop me reaching for the handle. “They’re going to hurt Alice and neither of us want that. Then, they’re going to come up here and find us and take us without any of your backup.”

“Tell me something I don’t know…” My mind was fogging up harder than ever as my already stressed emotions were taking precedent.

Paul sighed. “Let me go instead…”

I could tell he didn’t want to, but he seemed calmly resigned to his chosen fate. I, however, didn’t have to stand around and accept it. “What! No way, Paul. They’ll take you and… and… I just can’t lose you. I already found you once and that took an entire operation. This…” I tried to continue, but my breathing was already becoming labored with all the flood of emotions I was feeling right then.

Paul sighed again and patted me on the shoulder. “Just breathe, Sophie. Neither of us like it, but this is the only way. If you go, the government might never know, but they definitely won’t trust my word if they really know I was one of the leaders of LRG.”

Paul grimaced and took a breath. “If I’m taken though… you might be able to save me in time. There’s no guarantees but with you…” He sighed. “Go back to LPS and find me. Get these guys and put them away and come save me as Sophie the LPS agent.” He fully stood up and then walked over to the door himself this time.

Still shocked with his displayed LRG attitude, I barely moved or registered anything more than his voice.

Still, he smirked back at me. “Besides… you found me once. I trust you to do it again…” And with that, Paul opened the door and made as much noise as possible going down the stairs.

Horrified, but knowing with that noise that there was no way Paul was going to get out of this one now, I turned to the monitors.

“You there! Stop!” the leader belted out, aiming his gun right at Paul. I involuntarily gasped and realized then that Paul had left his Aprisium Coyotl keychain behind on the desk. Worrying beyond measure, I clutched the tiny metal object like it was some talisman to keep him safe.

“Look,” Paul began, slowly inching toward most of the BAL members with his hands raised, “just let Alice go and take me instead.” Alice whimpered and I could tell she was scared, but a BAL member quickly hit her on the head, and she collapsed. Right then, my anguish was turning to rage. I could only begin to picture the torments I had in store for these people if and when I ever found them.

Paul’s view shifted to the now crumbled form of Alice on the floor. “You didn’t have to do that…”

“She was a liability and was probably going to try and stop us or save you… or start screaming.” The Big rubbed his forehead like he had a headache. “I really hate you Littles sometimes…” Being a member of BAL, no one needed to be convinced of that.

“So, you’ll take me instead?” Paul asked, his nerves clearly starting to get to him.

The others chuckled and their leader grinned. “Yeah, sure, but there’s another.” He reached behind him and pulled out a picture. It was heavily tarnished and had several creases, but unmistakably, it was me… both forms of me. “We need this one as well. Seen her around?”

Showing his loyalty to me, Paul shook his head. “No… she took off a while ago. Something about some science thing on the coast… left me here I guess to save me…”

The leader stood up from his perch on one of the kitchen stools and made his way over to Paul. I’m pretty sure neither of them blinked the whole time. “Out west, huh?” Paul quickly nodded. “Hmmm… I guess we’ll really know during your questioning…”

My mind screamed in terror, and I hated myself for not pushing harder to go instead. Paul was right and logical about his decision to go instead of me, but it didn’t mean that it felt any better watching it all unfold before me now.

Paul was still fearful of their leader but just stood his ground. Undeterred but annoyed the leader grunted and then stood straight back up and waved his right around his head. “Alright! Let’s get out of here! Move! Move!” Before I could even blink, every member left… taking my Paul with them.

The doors slammed open, and I could hear a few cheers and hollering outside. Soon, a whole bevy of engines started up, and I could hear them roar and then echo off into the distance. Devastated, I fell to the floor. I allowed myself to mourn for two minutes. Tears ran ragged from my eyes and onto the carpet.

Once those two minutes were up though, I stood up and dashed back to my room. I grabbed a few items I would need for what I needed to do next and paused for half a second at the top of the stairs. I was grieving Paul’s abduction, but I was also seeing red. I wanted my revenge against BAL. They had caused me enough problems and I wanted them all to pay the price.

Sighing, I knew what I had to do next. It wouldn’t be easy, would likely be painful, and there was a chance it might not even work, but I knew without a doubt that the one way I could guarantee Paul to be returned to the family. I knew that I would have to become a Big again and join up with LPS to do it. So, keeping that in mind, I ran downstairs to wake Chloe and our mom up. I had no idea what was next after that, but I knew there was no turning back now. I resolved it within myself to either find Paul and end all this or not come back home at all.

[Guilend]

And here I thought I was going to get to finally see Sophie get spanked by Mommy lol. At least I got to see her get a simi public diaper change, too bad mommy didn't just lay her on the blanket and change her. 😂 

I'm definitely interested to see the next steps she takes to reconnect to LPS and hopefully get big again. (But still needing diapers of course 😂)

[Operational Systems]

Of course she's aunty Sophie, because she's grandmommy's baby girl.  (Family dynamics in the dd are weird).

[SGTbaby]

I guess the brother is coming up soon to help with things. I hope Paul is ok and so is the other Little.  It really wasn’t necessary but extremism isn’t know pan for the nicest behavior 

[Guilend]

I was hoping they'd see them put Sophie's sister in diapers and threaten her with laxatives if she didn't tell them where the Littles were. But that's me lol.

Yeah I'm better it time to contact the brother and have him bring her in from the cold

[LostBBoyBear]

Hey everyone! Pushing the plot ahead here, I know that an abduction might have seem extreme to some of you, but I promise there is a reason I’ve added this to the plot.

Also, as a reminder, the poll for my next story is still going on. As a reminder, as usual, I will post my decision of my next story during my final chapter of this story. Until then, feel free to comment here or personally message me what you want to read next. I like all the choices I am presenting, so choose what you want. For those not sure of the choices, just refer to the beginning of chapter 2.

Lastly, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter!

Chapter 26: Red Starfish

Paul was gone. There was no denying that now. Standing in front of Alice, Chloe, and our mom who were all still passed out, I surveyed the damage wrought to our house. Looking outside, I didn’t see any rushing neighbors or flicked on lights. No cops… just nothing but an empty blackness of the night.

I briefly wondered if the cops had been paid off, but that wouldn’t explain the neighbors. Thinking back to their dressings of camouflage and face paint on the monitors, though, as well as their quick entry and exit with Paul in tow, I knew they had to be the professional type or at least well-trained. Beyond a few scrapes with my mom and a soft window shattering to gain entry, they had likely done everything to keep their movements as quiet as possible. If that was the case, I began to worry even more for Paul and the notion of finding them and just what it meant regarding me being undercover.

Seeing my family unconscious though, I knew I couldn’t dwell on it for now, and then jostled each around a bit. “Hey, hey! Mom, Chloe… Alice. Wake up! Come on!” Fortunately, neither of the three were that heavily unconscious and each began to stir. Chloe was the first to be fully awake, and as she wrapped Alice in her arms as she began to wake, I saw my mom.

Propping herself up and catching in the light, I saw that her fists were cut and bloody. Bruises were already starting to form on her face and her bottom lip had been split open. “Holy… mom, are you okay?”

She clutched her head but still managed to smirk. “Nothing a few ice packs won’t cure, honey.” She chuckled to herself. “You think I’m bad… you should see the others…” My mind quickly thought back to the several groaning and wounded men I had seen on the monitor surrounding my mom from before. Each had limped out of the house, but my curiosity over the instance was shattered though when Alice began to fully wake up.

“Ah! Get ‘em off! Get ‘em off!” She started wailing and thrashing about. Alice just held her tight and began to rock her in her arms.

“Shhh, shhh, baby… everything is okay.” Alice continued to sob, but she only clung tighter to her mom. “Those nasty men are gone, and…” her eyes darted around the room and behind me. “Wait… where’s Paul?”

A few hot tears trickled down my cheeks, but I also felt a burning anger inside over the mention of his name and what had happened to my Little. My mom began looking around and clearly began to panic herself. I didn’t want to say it out loud and make it even more real, but I knew I had to. “He’s… he’s gone…”

“Gone?” My mom heard me correctly, but the shock of the moment was clearly too great to process at once. “What do you mean he’s ‘gone?’”

I nodded. “Just that, mom. They took him. The men…” I felt I was in shock as well, but my fury over what had transpired tonight was fueling me enough to prevent my collapse from sheer anguish or terror over what they were going to do to him. I knew I only had one choice left open to me in order to fix all this and get him back.

“He’s gone?” Tears even began to streak down Chloe’s face and Alice began to cry again. “He can’t be gone! He was just upstairs safe in his crib… and… and…” My mom remained silent, but still comforted her daughter over what had just happened in her house. “We need to call someone! LPS! ABI! The police! Everyone!”

I wanted to. I wanted to so desperately that it nearly hurt… but I knew I couldn’t. I looked down at the Aprisium Coyotl keychain Paul had left behind and gripped it tight in remembrance of him. “We can’t do that Chloe…” I hated the words even as they left my mouth, but I knew it was what had to be done.

“What? Screw that!” From our outward appearances, one could assume that Chloe was more angered and upset by what had happened tonight than I was. They would have been mistaken…

“We can’t call the authorities… at least not yet, but definitely not about Paul being taken.” I still hated what I needed to do, but I didn’t see another option. Still, my sister ranted and cried for a while after that. My mom and I let her to at least get that initial grief out of her system. I felt cruel for thinking like that of my sister, but I had to focus on Paul’s well-being as a priority for the moment.

“She’s right, Chloe…” my mom finally said, much to my surprise. “Paul has been taken by BAL members. They came to the house with intent to take both him and your sister.” She then turned to me. “I assume because you’re still here that Paul made some sort of deal, or…”

I quickly shook my head, still shocked, especially now with her level-headedness and attention to details, but still wanting her to know the full picture. “No deal. He lied and said I left. They seemed to buy it…”

“Hmmm…” My mom seemed less satisfied with than answer but ultimately sighed. “I suppose that’s something for now. I assume you have a plan in place though to fix this?”

I was still distracted by my now silently weeping sister, still clutching Alice tightly, and the fact my mom seemed like she was prepared for all this, so I didn’t answer her at first. It could have just been the chaos and shock of it all, but my mind was in turmoil. Further, my suspicions of my mom grew, but I knew what needed to be done, so I then set those aside for the moment and nodded. “I… I need to contact Julian…”

My mom smiled and nodded herself. “I was wondering when you were going to include him, but you go off and change. Let me get things settled here and then I can take you ov…”

“No,” I quickly interrupted her. I had my suspicions about my mom, but that wasn’t the primary reason I had rejected her offer to help. “You all need to be as disconnected from this as much as possible. I can travel better alone and in case the house is being watched, you need to stay here until I can get LPS to come over. If everything goes right, they’re going to need to know about… just not yet.”

I could see that my mom wanted to help me more, but she just sighed. “Very well… let me call your brother first at least. Might be a wasted trip if he doesn’t know that at least someone is coming… I don’t think he would just let in a random Little to his house…”

My mom was of course right about that, so while I was changing and packing up what I needed, she called Julian to let him know that he should expect a Little in connection with his sister. She left out the part where I was that Little, but that worked well enough for me in case his line was being tapped. Soon, after a few goodbyes and a quick subway trip over, I found myself once again knocking on his door.

“Hello?” he asked, seeming somewhat timid over an apparent near random Little outside his house. He then looked down at me with suspicion. “Oh… I was told to expect you… that you have information about my sister, and…”

“Red Starfish.” I said it so bluntly that I think my brother had to reorient himself to what I had just said.

“Where… where did you hear that?” he asked, still a little shaken and clearly not making the connection between me and this glasses-wearing Little before him now.

“Red starfish,” I stated plainly again. “Paul… it’s me…” I remembered what Alice had told me when she first met me, and I took off my glasses. Despite the blurring of my world now, I could at least make out the smile from my brother as he recognized who I was. So, just as I was putting my glasses back on, he quickly pulled me inside the door, slammed it shut and then gave me a huge hug.

“Holy toledo! You’re so small!” he exclaimed, while embracing me so tightly and at such an angle that my feet even left the floor. “Mom said that ‘Sophie was in trouble,’ but this… you get whacked by a freaky thing or something?”

I sighed and took a deep breath of air as he sat me down. Gesturing over to his couch, we both sat down, and I told him everything. I think he took it better than I originally thought he would on the driver over.

“Wow… so the whole family knew, but not me, huh?” His eyes seemed so sad for a moment, but his mouth remained neutral… or even happy. “Guess I should be rethinking that Christmas present I think I just found for you…”

Regardless of his face though, I felt the immediate stab of guilt from his words alone. “Julian… I…” I wasn’t prepared for this feeling coupled with everything else. A giant lump formed in my throat, but I just managed to swallow it to at least explain myself to my brother.

So, I took a breath and made my attempt. “I just… you’re connected to ABI, and ABI is government, and with the whole investigation thing, and maybe a mole, I just couldn’t… and I need a favor, and I wouldn’t ask, but I need to do this, because Paul is missing, and he could be getting torture, and I just don’t know what I could do with myself if…”

“Woah, woah, woah there nelly,” Julian quickly interjected as he held his hands up, just enough to stop me from spiraling further. “It’s okay, sis. I just meant it was a joke. I thought you would have gotten that from the whole ‘Christmas present’ bit, but I guess I need to work on my timing, huh?” I could have strangled him right there, but he was my brother, and I got the joke… As he said though… timing. “I’m really sorry, but I get it. Honestly.”

I let out a sigh of relief. “I kinda hate you for that, but okay. That’s good. I just…”

Julian waved his hand. “As I said… I get it. I mean, Mom said there was a mole, right?” I nodded. “So yeah. That really stinks and I probably might not have been your first choice of who to confide in.”

I exhaled loudly. “Thank you for understanding Julian. That’s a big load of my shoulders.” I could practically feel the weight difference lift from before when I was coming over here and thinking of the ways I could try to explain myself to my brother to keep him out of the loop. “I just… you might be watched by LPS, or being ABI, you might have had dealings with the bombing and LRG… I just couldn’t risk burying you further or someone making the connection between us.”

“But now you need me now, right?” I quickly nodded. “Might be a bit funny to see it unfold in real time, but it’s more likely dangerous for a Little to claim they’re an agent of LPS to an agent, right?” Again, I felt relief and nodded. “Hmmm… I’ll see what I can do…”

He reached over to the phone, but I wanted to give my appreciation quickly for what he was doing first. “Thank you, Julian…”

He smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t mention it, Sophie. We’re family and you’re still my sister… even if you are just pint-sized now…” I rolled my eyes, and his smirk grew even wider.

Still, we had things to get to and we both knew that time was of the essence for Paul. So, Julian quickly made a few phone calls and, smiling, sat back down with a giant intake of air.

“Phew!” he exclaimed as he relaxed back in his chair after a few tense moments on the phone. “Glad they answered. It’s pretty late and my contact within LPS loves her beauty sleep…”

“So, it’s done?” I asked hesitantly. Julian only nodded. “Well, thank you so much Julian. I don’t think I can even begin to thank you enough or would have known what I would have done without you.”

He smiled back at me and sat up. “Thanks again for that as well, sis. I could always use the extra praise, but you should also really be thanking mom. If she hadn’t been a government agent back in the day, you probably would have been taken as well if I had to hazard a guess.”

“Oh!” The wounded agents and her calm after the fact now made perfect sense. “I totally forgot about that.”

Julian smirked and nodded. “Yep! Stopped after dad died, but she’s still got those skills. Taught me a few things before I entered the ABI academy even…” She hadn’t taught me anything, but we were already having issues by the time I joined ABI, so I didn’t mind hearing about what she did for my brother now. Regardless, after a few stories that Julian told me about her glory days while we waited, we both could then hear the screech of tires outside.

Julian quickly stood up. “That’s them. Remember, you’re going into LPS like an escaped Little. You’ll be fine and my person on the inside is going to make sure of that, but for now, just take a breath.” Nodding to him, Julian seemed satisfied and then walked over to the door as more tires screeched outside.

Before he opened the door though, he quickly snapped his head back at me. “Before you go though… you said they showed Paul a picture with your before and after picture? Big and Little forms of you?” I nodded and Julian sighed. “Yeah… that’s not good at all.” The agents then loudly banged at the door to the point of startling us both.

Julian went for the handle and whispered to me. “If that’s the case, BAL knows about you being undercover. Unless someone talked before being regressed, your mole in LPS… they’re high up. Just… watch your back, okay?” My stomach churned at the thought, but I nodded. Julian nodded back and opened his door.

The agents burst in and quickly took me away. They performed the whole song and dance that I myself had done to countless Littles. Julian made sure to include that I was to be considered a non-threat, so my treatment was firm but gentle. With Julian waving goodbye, I was soon loaded into one of their trucks and without a second of peace, I was on my way back to LPS headquarters.

Once inside, my tiny relief that this was somehow all a trap mostly ended as I was escorted out. “Take her to the chamber at once for the reversal procedure!” Astrid barked out in front of us. I forgot just how intimidating she could be, but I was happy that everything was going according to plan, especially once I validated ‘Red Starfish’ with them as I was taken inside, just as I had told Julian to do when he was on the phone earlier so I could be picked up.

While being escorted through the throngs of cubicles and hallways, I saw several of my old coworkers sticking their heads out to get a peak of the newest Little. It was a usual ritual we all did, unless told not to otherwise for some of the more ‘damaged’ Littles. Still, I could feel their eyes shifting with each step I took, my wet diaper causing me to slightly waddle.

I dared not look down at the diaper bulge though. I had seen other Littles do the exact same thing, and the only thought a Big would likely have been was, ‘wow, they must have really loaded that thing up if even they can tell.’ It was an old ideology I had, one I wasn’t proud of, but my mind was also distracted by one other thing that I noticed.

As I passed by several LPS agents I had worked with in the past, I began to see a few of them snicker and giggle. My pulse raced as I quickly panicked that I might have been recognized. While I wasn’t an LPS agent anymore, I still worked with them. If they knew that this Little version of me was actually me, I don’t think I could ever live it down. Still, I was hurried away by the agents escorting me and soon entered the lab where I had undergone the first procedure.

“Now, this may hurt a little…” the doctor fixing my IV on my arm told me as I entered the chamber once more, now stripped to just a paper gown that I had been asked to change into previously. To my chagrin, ever the professional though, the doctor just noted that I should forgo my diaper. “Shrinking expels waste, which we got rid of quickly last time, but this… we have to feed you a lot of chemicals and nutrients to ensure your body doesn’t eat itself to death. The diaper just isn’t mandatory once you’re in the solution.”

None of what he said was a comforting thought as he sealed me in, but I just gave him my thumbs up from inside the massive chamber. I wondered how much longer I would think of it as massive if everything was successful. Regardless, my thoughts were soon interrupted by a cold blue semi-transparent gel begin to swallow me as it entered around my feet.

I could feel it pour into every cranny of my body and snake its way onto every part of my skin. I could feel little goosebumps appear over my body and I even momentarily shivered. Still, I just closed my eyes and thought of Paul. Soon, I was entirely covered and even floated slightly in the dense liquid gel.

“Everything okay in there?” the speaker inside echoed into the liquid. Like before, I answered with one click to signify that I was okay.

“Very good…” I missed Dr. Gaber from the first time I went through this. He had a comforting presence and familiarity that I definitely would have liked this time, but as I was informed when I met this new doctor, he was on an outreach trip to a small village in Itali where a new outbreak had been sighted.

“Okay, we are ready to proceed. Are we good to proceed on your end?” I felt I was at a point of no return, and despite the fact that I was tremendously nervous over what the outcome would be and did appreciate some of the benefits to being a Little, I was ready to return. I clicked once. “Excellent.”

This time was more of a gradual and odd experience at first. My stomach felt like it was bottoming out and I experienced a massive wave of heaviness and nausea. My head started to ping and soon became a full-blown migraine. I tried to shut everything out. I tried to find my safe place in my mind. Nothing worked. Still though, I held it together.

But then my limbs started to creak.

I was so focused on my massive migraine and the need to puke that I barely registered it until I couldn’t ignore the pain from my body anymore. I felt like I was breaking all my bones at once. Every inch felt like it was being pulverized into a squish mass of nothingness and then pulled and stretched as far as it could.

I began to thrash about in the liquid. I made sure to hold onto my communicator button, but everything else just became a jumble around me. I barely heard their announcements over the beating of my heartbeat within my ears. I thought I was going to explode.

“Just hold on, Sophie…” the doctor tried in vain to comfort me. Again, his voice was barely making it into my mind to be processed. “We’re entering the second stage now. This one will be worse…”

I screamed within the liquid as my body felt like it had been dipped into hot magma. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t thrash enough to release the sensation. It just wrapped over me like a pair of hot tongs from the fire. Just when I couldn’t take another moment though, the whole world went black on me. It was nothing but silence. For a moment, I thought I had died…

To my relief though, the next thing I knew, my eyes began to flutter open as tremendous beams of light danced around the room from a nearby window. It was blinding, but brilliant. I was alive.

“Welcome back to the land of the living…” My eyes blinked rapidly to gain my bearings again and I quickly saw a familiar figure approach my bed.

“Astrid…” I was relieved to see her here at least. My family would have been nice, but I knew I had to remind myself that I was in LPS headquarters… not just any hospital. “Wha…” I tried to sit up, but nearly collapsed back into bed from dizziness. “Oh!” The pain came back tenfold and I had to pause for a moment to normalize again. “Ugh… wha… what happened?”

Astrid sighed. “You passed out during the procedure…” She then grabbed a chair from nearby and pulled it up to sit in, simultaneously confirming that the procedure had worked. From her size perspective compared to mine, I was definitely a Big again. “Not surprising though… I saw your scans and you looked… well, you looked like taffy being stretched out honestly…”

My head ached and I quickly rubbed my temples. “Felt like it too…”

Astrid smiled. “Well, I’m just glad you’re okay now…” Her eyes shifted off for a moment to a thick file nearby to her. “You know… this can wait. You disappeared for a while, and I was deadest on interrogating you for every last piece of intel you had, but…” Her eyes looked over my form sprawled out on the bed. I wasn’t singed or bleeding, but my internal pain was still present, and I think she could see that. “Let me come back when you’re…”

I quickly gripped her arm as she started to stand. I knew what the folder was. “No… let’s do this now. It’s still fresh and time is a crucial factor with what happened.”

Astrid sighed but collected the folder and opened it. “Okay… Hopefully we can make what’s in here make some sort of sense. The agency has… several questions.” I nodded in acknowledgement and Astrid flipped to what seemed like about halfway through the folder. “Now then… the last time we spoke, you were telling me about the rally. Let’s start there…”

For what I could only guess was the next hour, I explained several of the missing pieces to Astrid. For her part, she remained surprisingly calm and would often only dictate in the notes and ask an occasional question or two about what I meant or to clarify some burning question she had.

“Damn… so several BAL agents attacked your sister’s home, huh?” I nodded, pleased that I had told her about their involvement in all this. That piece of information had been one of my few primary reasons for turning myself in, potential risk to my own safety or not. Paul was the other.

“Well, we cleaned up the mess and made sure everyone was safe… but their cover was just about some common burglars or what not.” I could see Astrid rolling her eyes a little. “I absolutely knew that was some b.s., but it was a decent enough cover story that I think the rest of the agents bought it.”

I was just happy that all that had been resolved. My mom was likely the only thing holding Chloe and Alice from falling apart completely, but I at least knew that LPS had come in and taken care of the mess and the paperwork that went along with it. Astrid knowing about BAL now as an active participant in everything made the next part easier as well.

“So, BAL took Paul… I want him back.” I made sure not to quiver for a moment. Despite my pain and internal torment that I had once again lost him, I wanted Astrid to know I was deadly serious… literally at this point.

“I figured with you coming back in and all,” Astrid said more calmly of the two of us. She didn’t outright reject my wants with Paul, so I knew that was a step in the right direction at least. “Do you have a plan at least?”

I had started forming one on the ride over here, but I had a single priority first. I looked around for a moment, and when I saw the coast was clear, I looked at her right in the eyes and whispered, “Hopscotch.”

Astrid’s eyes widened, but she nodded and went along with the plan we always had in place after that absolutely terrible mission.

Now, I have no idea how we came up with that code word, but we instituted it years ago to signify a few items. The first was to ensure that we would be alone. Second, all potential signals would be blocked with the use of the latest signal blocking device, which meant the Mark VIII device that every agent carried with them as a backup just in case. Third, it likely meant there was a problem that was critical to either national security, personal security, agency security, or some combination of the three.

So, following our protocol, Astrid got up and closed the door. Once she locked it, she came back, closed the curtains to the window and produced a small signal jamming device. We’d have five minutes now to talk freely and without anyone else listening in. “Okay, so what’s so urgent that you needed to invoke our code word.”

I breathed with a sigh of relief and hoisted myself up slowly in the bed. “There’s a mole in LPS. I just know it. The break-in and kidnapping just proved that.”

To my surprise, Astrid didn’t show any like I thought she might of. Instead, she sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Damn. I was hoping my own suspicions were just that. We talked about this before, but now… it’s gotten worse, Sophie.”

I leaned in closer to her. “What do you mean by that? What’s happened?”

Astrid scooted her chair closer. “I don’t have all the details… I feel like I’ve been alone in all this, but Aetos and a few others have been acting really cagey lately… or at least more than usual.”

“You think they’re dirty?” It was the fear on everyone’s mind when LPS first started up. We Bigs had instincts that were hard to dampen, with even my own flaring up when I was an undercover Little. Women were always suspected first, but there had been a growing theory that men could be worse off these days. Not having been lectured about it, they had few ways to cope as someone like Astrid and I did. Those instincts were still there, but they were likely untamed, and therefore more dangerous… more susceptible to agent corruption.

“I just don’t know, Sophie.” Astrid quickly flipped within the file on her lap. “Like here though… when you were captured and we knew that LRG had been raided from some back channels, this mission should have been aborted, and if we followed protocol, we would have searched for you to debrief. That didn’t happen…”

“I was wondering why no one was looking for me…” It had been a hope I had secretly harbored in the BAL cells while I waited with Paul. It was pointless saying it out loud and getting his hopes up, so I just remained quiet about it. Now though, my brain was going into overdrive to figure all this out.

“And they had my picture, Astrid,” I told her. After Julian had warned me about that fact and pointed it out to me, I couldn’t get it off my mind. “If they had that…”

Astrid sighed in defeat and frustration. “That means they have more access than even I was fearing in my prior inquiries. They have access to our agent files… all of them. This isn’t good, Sophie…”

“Hence why I need to get…” I started to pull myself out of bed and another huge wave of dizziness hit me. Astrid quickly zoomed in and braced me from falling over.

“Woah there,” she said, one hand on my back propping me up. “The doc said that with your new height that you might feel some vertigo for a while. Just like when you were shrunk down… it’s the same now. Just need a second for it to clear up. And he… also…”

I could hear her drifting off and my curiosity immediately spiked. For an LPS agent, that could mean something terrible, but it could have just been a passing fancy of theirs. Looking at my friend though, I saw her eyes had drifted downward.

Following them, I saw that in my rush to leap from the bed and help Astrid out with BAL and the mole, I had inadvertently snagged my covers. Normally, this wouldn’t have been an issue, but combined with my patient gown, my diaper had been exposed. Worse, my wet diaper had been exposed.

“Shit!” I panicked and despite getting another wave of vertigo, I snatched my sheets back and threw them over my lower half. I thought I had felt a thickness, but after a few weeks of wearing diapers, I barely had registered. Seeing it was wet, I guess I didn’t register that either…

Astrid shook out of her shocked stupor. “Sorry, sorry,” she quickly apologized. “It’s okay, Sophie. Really…”

I was humiliated over my current predicament. Diapers were for babies, Littles, or the elderly or wounded. I was just a Big that had inhaled that stupid bluish gas while undercover. I could just hear the taunts and jokes at my expense floating around LPS now.

“Don’t freak out, okay?” Sophie tried to comfort and calm me down. The only problem though was that I didn’t know how not to, but for her sake, I nodded my head. “That’s actually what I was just about to tell you in a way. Doc said that some of your symptoms from being a Little might have translated over into your Big form. Some mental or physical copying bit… I’m not sure.”

“But this is just muscles or something like that,” I tried to protest. “There’s got to be some cure or maybe a surgery to correct this?” I was panicking and trying to rationalize any way out.

Unfortunately, Astrid shook her head. “No… doc said this is just how it is. I think he was more worried about your mental state when he said all this, so maybe I’m wrong about this one thing, but I just don’t think that’s the case here without a little… retraining.”

I could see my old friend was trying to be as supportive as she could with this new wrinkle in my life. Bigs wearing diapers was just a massive taboo situation. I felt I would be alone forever in this… one joke or misstep away from total ruin as a Big.

“It’s going to be okay, Soph…” Astrid said, once again trying to comfort me. “We’ll get through this, but for now… I think we just have to deal with you wearing diapers. If you’re up for it, once you get back on your feet, we’ll go after Paul first, okay?”

My diapers were a source of all-encompassing humiliation for me. I felt nothing but shame and the loss of all my dignity with them. But the one thing that was keeping me afloat though, was to get back at the people that had caused it in the first place. I wanted to hurt the people that had hurt Sean. Most of all though, as I spied Paul’s Aprisium Coyotl keychain on my nearby dresser, I wanted the people that had taken him away to pay dearly.

“I’m in.” It was all I said, but Astrid nodded and called for the doctor to get me back on my feet again. Paul was still out there, and now, LPS would be hunting for him as well. I just hoped that he could hold on for a little longer. Whatever I was to him now, I knew one thing above all else; I was coming for my Little and nothing would stand in my way.

[Kat5]

1 hour ago, LostBBoyBear said:

Whatever I was to him now, I knew one thing above all else; I was coming for my Little and nothing would stand in my way.

They done messed up now! It looks like Momma Bear's back in the saddle and she's padded and angry!

Seriously though: Great story, I am enjoying every minute of it.

[Guilend]

Omg this has to be my favorite chapter, or the start of my favorite chapters of this story. At least when she was a Little she could tell herself that she's a Little and it's part of being undercover. As a Big she can't do the mental gymnastics to help her handle being in diapers. I imagine she has more to worry about than just teasing from coworkers and the odd Big. I'm sure some will check her diaper without asking, threaten her with spankings, and if she isn't careful she could be seen as throwing a tantrum. I wouldn't even put it passed some Amazons to keep her from using the toilet for pooping, might even have a few that would slip her laxatives as they would a Little that was trying to act like an adult. 

I have a theory that a Bigs maternal instincts could be triggered more by vulnerability then just a Little being a Little. Which is why if a Tweeners shows immaturity (aka vulnerability) their maternal instincts kick in. If that's the case then seeing a Big wearing a diaper and something like being emotional (crying or something) it could kick in. Also you'll have those that will believe that a Big wearing a diaper, for whatever reason, should be shamed and degraded, treated lessor then "normal" Bigs.

I'm worried that Astrid might start treating her differently even without meaning to. Now whoever is the mole might try and use Sophie being in diapers against her. Either by using it as an excuse to kick her off the investigation directly or have her maturity questioned and bring the courts and specialists in to test her which could take days or weeks even and will keep her away from the investigation, accentually kicking her off the investigation indirectly. I'm either case if Astrid and Sophie learns who is basically derailing them at the higher level then they'll know who the mole is. They just wouldn't have any proof. 

Since, so far anyway, it appears that my theory that it was Astrid that was the mole has mostly been proven wrong, I'm guessing we might not have even met or heard of the person that is the mole. 

I really can't wait to read the next chapter, it's got to be juicy. Mostly because it's an entire first chapter of a Big wearing diapers and it'll show at least some of the interactions she'll have with other Bigs and we get to see how this society treats Big wearing diapers.

[BabySofia]

I'm guessing Astrid is the mole... Just too convenient how she's shown up so easily and said things. That's going to tear poor Sophie apart when she finds out.

[Kat5]

1 hour ago, BabySofia said:

I'm guessing Astrid is the mole... Just too convenient how she's shown up so easily and said things. That's going to tear poor Sophie apart when she finds out.

I have the same suspicion, but I could still be wrong.

[Guilend]

57 minutes ago, Kat5 said:

I have the same suspicion, but I could still be wrong.

 

1 hour ago, BabySofia said:

I'm guessing Astrid is the mole... Just too convenient how she's shown up so easily and said things. That's going to tear poor Sophie apart when she finds out.

I'll be honest, I thought the same thing about how Astrid reacted to the news of a mole. Things like these two are acting odd, but I don't think they're the mole, but it's possible and oh my, the mole could be someone even higher up. It sounded a lot like a bunch of misdirection to me.

[Kat5]

8 minutes ago, Guilend said:

It sounded a lot like a bunch of misdirection to me.

As an expert on misdirection, I can say with confidence that it could also just be concern mixed with a smattering of confusion.