Consequences of Denial: A Diaper Dimension Story (Chapter 12 - Complete)

[LostBBoyBear]

ANNOUNCEMENT!

Oh boy... they say when it rains, it pours, and unfortunaetly, in this case, I can take that literally.

Last night, a huge storm hit my area and while everything is safe and secure now, my power went out about four times last night. So, with regret and due to those delays and the pressures of leaving for my flight in a few hours, I will not be able to post the final chapter today as I had originally intended. Fortunately, most of the final chapter has been written now, but I no longer have the time to edit it today. You have my most sincere apologies for this.

What this means, however, is two two things. First, I will leave the poll up for a little longer until I can actually post the final chapter. Feel free to vote if you still haven't... a few of the more recent votes have made this race nearly even between two of the stories. Second though, it means I'm not really sure when I'll be able to post the final chapter. I know this will be a diappointment to many of you, especially considering that it might be delayed until Sunday, but I ask for your patience at this time. For now, cross your fingers and keep a weather eye on for when I post the final chapter. 

[Kat5]

46 minutes ago, LostBBoyBear said:

ANNOUNCEMENT!

Oh boy... they say when it rains, it pours, and unfortunaetly, in this case, I can take that literally.

Last night, a huge storm hit my area and while everything is safe and secure now, my power went out about four times last night. So, with regret and due to those delays and the pressures of leaving for my flight in a few hours, I will not be able to post the final chapter today as I had originally intended. Fortunately, most of the final chapter has been written now, but I no longer have the time to edit it today. You have my most sincere apologies for this.

What this means, however, is two two things. First, I will leave the poll up for a little longer until I can actually post the final chapter. Feel free to vote if you still haven't... a few of the more recent votes have made this race nearly even between two of the stories. Second though, it means I'm not really sure when I'll be able to post the final chapter. I know this will be a diappointment to many of you, especially considering that it might be delayed until Sunday, but I ask for your patience at this time. For now, cross your fingers and keep a weather eye on for when I post the final chapter. 

Hey, life happens and I, for one, will happily wait for your next chapter. I have enjoyed this story immensely. And there's no problem from me with waiting for an author that's sharing an experience being a bit side tracked by real life. 

 

I hope that things go well, and even if your padding does not stay dry, I hope that the rest of you can stay mostly dry.

 

(Edit to admit: I for one definitely don't have any room to complain about any delays after three weeks due to some seriously bad luck.)

[codsterc10@msn.com]

No worries 👍 I look forward to reading the final chapter and to read your nexts story that wins the poll 

[LostBBoyBear]

Hey everyone!

Whew! Sorry about the delay, so definitely a big thanks to all of you for your wait! I’m on my trip now and I’ve already walked about 90,000 steps in the few days before this one, but I’m just beginning, and I know that number is just the start of it all. Now, my chair here is a lot harder, and the Wi-Fi isn’t as great, but here we go regardless with the last chapter.

So, moving forward, yeah… no shrinking this go around. I assure those of you that wanted that, I have other stories set aside for those scenarios. For this one, I wanted to bring a Big down to their very depths. I wanted them to still be a Big, and yet act like a Little. With so much technology at everyone’s disposal, I felt there just had to be some kind of incident with a Big. Plus, my last story already shrank the Big into a Little. I think it worked better for that story’s plot, so I left this story with at least one unique quality. 

Next, I’ve given this considerable consideration, and have now closed out the previous poll, but based on your results, I will next be selecting the Boys Maturity Reform Story. Admittedly, there was a tie between this story and Peter’s age regression story, but I think with everything new going on in my life, I think it will be a safer bet to go with the story that has the least unknown factors.

Despite me picking that story from the tie though, due to Peter’s story’s high demand, I will cast a single vote for it in the next round of voting, as well as give it a higher consideration like I did with this story going into the last poll. Personal notes beyond the poll, however, on the next story will also be counted though… for those of you wondering.

So, looking ahead for my next story, I will be taking some time off to flesh out the plot further, get ahead on the chapters, and enjoy this long-awaited trip of mine. Considering that it’s still two more weeks even from now and with a shaky internet connection, posting a story regularly during the end of this time might be possible but would likely be highly dicey to start a story off that way. I will try to post something before I come back, but just don’t get your hopes up at this point. So, for now though, enjoy the time between now and when I post next (if not around the 11-13 September, then the following week for sure).  

For all of you who voted, I want to thank you deeply. Despite this story not being as successful as I might have liked (though suspected), I think after seeing the results, I can consider the poll a success. Improvements could always be sought more though, so, as such, I have included another poll. The following link is to another poll about this new voting method and using this with my other stories in the future. If anyone has any suggestions for ways of improvement or even just in general, feel to leave a comment here or in the poll itself. Again, with the results I saw this go around with even a more limited voting window and less viewers, I am encouraged by them, but I would still like to know what you all thought of it.

https://strawpoll.com/05ZdzWkrbn6

Finally, I hope everyone enjoys the last chapter of this story and has enjoyed the journey getting here!

Chapter 12: Candles Mark New Beginnings

“Okay! Places you all!” I announced to the group in front of me. Molly had given me the distinct honor of setting up the camera on the tripod and caroling everyone into positions. Our talks since I had last seen Willy had been immeasurably helpful… especially after everything that had happened since then. She might have been a cop through and through, and even if she didn’t know it, her advice was immensely helpful in gaining some semblance of my former life… when I could that it.

It had been a few months since that fateful night and so much had happened. Even now, I was watching as Gina, Harry, and Willy were all wrapped up in the arms of their caregivers. It had been a sad day to see them leave the safehouse, but subsequent visits to their new houses, like today, had alleviated some of my blues from my more recent… problems. In fact, for Gina and Harry, yet another police officer had adopted them both with his wife and they had never seemed happier. Their success, in a small way, was also my success… at least that’s what Dr. B had been discussing with me in our weekly sessions lately.

“Come on Sarah! You too!” Molly was a great lady, but her career was also a priority of hers. I know some other Bigs looked down on her for not leaving her job, but I always appreciated her answer of staying a police officer to ‘ensure the world is safe for her Little.’ Busier than ever though, Sarah was a recent hire from Willy’s old household and most, including me, thought she was just great. Honestly, I think she made the best scones I’ve ever had. Considering how much Willy adored her as well, I felt strongly that her addition to the Donovan household was one of the best decisions they could have made in their new lives.

“Okay, twenty seconds!” I turned my attention back to the camera and set the timer. A few of Molly’s work friends were teasing each other and kept going out of the frame, but I figured they would either be in the shot or it would be their own fault. From my perspective at least, being Willy’s birthday party and all, I felt strongly that he should be the center of everything. Everyone else was important but there was no picture today without him.

Regardless, I saw the timer tick down. Panicking, I dashed over to my pre-selected spot, next to both Penelope and Mildred, huddled in, and waited for the click. It soon popped and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Curious though, I hopped over a few people sitting on the ground to go over and ensure the photo came out just right.

It did, mostly, but there was a tiny part of my mind that worried that others might have heard my noisy crinkle as I bounced over to the camera. Just in case, Penelope insisted I wear a pair of plastic pants over my diapers. She didn’t want me leaking… again.

Still, my mind focused back on the photo. One of the policemen at her precinct had his arm partially cut off, and that might have been fine, but there was one problem. Willy wasn’t looking and was instead distracted by the two stuffy’s in his arms, one a recent gift he had just received. Worse, I then saw other Littles weren’t looking either. “Wait! We need to do it again! The Littles aren’t looking!”

Everyone groaned but ultimately said nothing important. With a bunch of Littles in the mix, it was just a miracle no one was crying yet, and despite wanting to move on with the day, everyone gave them some latitude for events like these. So, determined, I set the timer once more and ran back over.

“Willy! Look at the camera and smile big, baby!” Molly instructed her bundle of joy. I quickly saw many of the other Littles look up as well.

“Ooopsie… sowwy Mommy…” he said, blushing a bit but then immediately correcting his actions to ensure this photo actually came out right. It was super cute honestly, and the group giggled a bit over his reaction,

“Smile big everyone and say cheese after 1! 3… 2… 1!” Kent, Willy’s new daddy and Molly’s husband, instructed merrily. Despite his reputation for strict adherence to justice on the force, I knew that secretly, he was really just a big softie. Fortunately, his reputation for gruffness and everyone snapped right to the camera.

“Cheese!” the group yelled out happily. The camera’s flash lit up, and another sigh of relief could be heard.

Worried of another botched photo, I jogged back over, trying to move a little more carefully though to reduce the amount of crinkling going on. I hated plastic pants, but a few public leaks would change anyone’s mind about wearing them. Still, Penelope, Mildred, myself, and a few other figures in my life were still worried about the greater public finding out about me. Considering all the cops nearby, I decided not to take that risk.

Looking at the photo, I smiled at its success this go around. “And we’re good!” The tension in the room evaporated in seconds and everyone went back to their dealings around the party.

With the party now in various stages of completion, I decided to finally eat my piece of cake. One half of it was chocolate and the other half was vanilla. I appreciated that, but still chose the soft yellow vanilla cake. The problem was though, I had waited too long apparently, and things were all getting put away. To my dismay, there weren’t any forks left.

“Drats!” I was tempted just to set the piece back down and forget about it, but its sugary fluffy goodness beckoned me closer. I was defenseless… but still without a fork. I considered my options, but at the end of the day, I could only think of one. “Oh well… not like anyone is gonna care…” And so, without a care of anything else, I stuck my hand right in the cake to gobble it all up.

It oozed through my fingers, and I let out a little giggle. Still, despite my new source of entertainment, my taste buds took priority. So, I wolfed down the part of the cake I had taken away. The solid layer of icing separating the top and bottom half of the cake was messier than I expected, but everything was amazing, maybe even more so from my new eating technique. Even the thick globs of icing on top of the cake, my piece just showing the birthday balloons from the larger overall form Adventure Sam. I wish I could have gotten one of his animal companions, but still, I was immensely satisfied and licked my lips.

Right as I ate another icing balloon in one gulp, I took a second to settle myself and lick my fingers. Looking up for once, I blushed immediately. Almost everyone was looking at me. I froze and panicked. “Sorry… couldn’t find a fork and I’m just so darn hungry! Stupid new diet and all, you know?”

Most laughed, but I still saw the look of doubt on a few of their faces. I didn’t know them, and I really didn’t care about the other half of the group of Molly’s cop friends as much, but fortunately, one of them did come to my rescue and hand me a fork. I smiled at them and thanked them, but my joy over their kind gesture was quickly interrupted.

“Tiffany!” My eyes jutted over to the familiar voice. Penelope was charging right for me, but again to my rescue, Mildred slowed her down. It might have been a huge scene, but Aunty… ‘Fiddlesticks!’ Mildred had come to my rescue before then. Penelope was wonderful and caring to me, but Mildred was my shoulder to cry on for the small stuff I was losing in my life. Penelope still helped with the big stuff, but Mildred had been my savior more and more lately.

So, heeding her actions, Penelope then slowed down and handed me a napkin briskly, but without any affectation. “Wipe,” she commanded. Mildred clutched her arm and looked at her pleadingly, though without showing weakness as a Middle. I knew it was a tight rope for her to walk on, but she was becoming a pro at it recently.

“Not here, P,” Mildred whispered silently to my other friend and carer. “Outside. No stares, no news story…” Penelope looked back at me and nodded. The routine was almost normal to me now, so I swallowed a huge hunk of cake, threw my plate out, and then trudged off with them outside. Willy had just smeared his own remaining cake over his face, and while I would have loved to have seen that, it created the perfect distraction for us to slip out.

Once in the other room, Penelope immediately took me by the wrist and looked at me dead in the eye. “Are you slipping? Can you tell me that at least? Or do I need to be checking you more often?” Her voice was stern, but she also made sure that it was barely above a whisper. Discretion had practically become our motto.

“Easy, P,” Mildred said, as calmly as she could. “It was just an accident with the ‘no fork’ bit,” she then looked back at me. “Right Tiff?”

“Right…” I knew my options were limited and I wasn’t sure how much I could say the whole ‘no fork’ business was an ‘accident,’ but I hadn’t realized it either in the beginning. I just didn’t care I didn’t have a fork, but I also saw Penelope right then. Her eyes blazed with frustration over my condition and instinctively, I placed my hands behind my butt. The last time she had looked at me like that, she had laid down the law and, well… I’ll just note that I was glad I had some padding on my butt in the days that followed.

“Fine… but don’t think you’re out of this yet, missy,” Penelope nearly growled with a sigh of resignation. “Just you wait. I might just decide no desert for a week if you do something like that again and not tell…” she immediately stopped. Mildred and I both were confused, until we tracked her gaze and followed it back to the archway leading into the main hallway. Molly was standing there.

Instead of a look of horror or one of surprise, she only smiled. “Oh no, please continue, Penelope. Something tells me that someone might need a bit of encouragement to speak up more.” Her smile then grew as she walked closer to me. “Or maybe she needs some more constant checking… just in case.”

I was kind of confused what was going on, but then I realized… she knew. “Wait, you know?” I could tell from both Mildred’s and Penelope’s faces that they were just as shocked as I was.

Molly’s smile then changed from one of playfulness, to one of something I could only describe as maternal warmth. “Of course I know, sweetie.” She then walked further into the room. “Your case was part of the trial with Willy against Boss Cardigan and all his thugs. They assaulted you, a Big, so their cases were exponentially worse than if they only attacked a Little. It might not be fair that way, but You’re the reason they went away… wherever they went to…”

I found it curious that not even Molly, a decorated cop, knew about their whereabouts now. I wanted to have that type of closure, but from the momentarily grave look on her face, I knew that justice, Big style, had been done to them. What that meant was a mystery, but everyone knew no Big ever returned once they got that sentence. It was some comfort at least, but I was still too shocked to say anything back to her.

“Wow…” Penelope said, her shock over yet another person inside our circle of those in the know still plainly evident. She then looked back at me. “You know… now that you know, and I’m glad you do… could you maybe keep the party distracted while we make our exit?”

I really didn’t want to leave the party. Cake was just one part of the party, and I really wanted to see more of his presents and have a good time with all the Littles and… ‘Phooey…’ I could feel myself slipping once again, and like we had practiced, I stood back to Penelope and brushed her arm. It was a small gesture that could be passed off as an accidental bump, but it had saved us countless embarrassments already.

“Yeah… that’s a definite need to exit the party,” Penelope continued, her acknowledgement of my brush against her elevating her request from Molly for a distraction and exit going from a passing desire to a pressing need. “Really anything, but definitely soon.”

Molly seemed perplexed, but then looked at me, and I’m not sure what she was seeing, but her look of confusion once again gave way to her warm smile. “Oh, of course, Pen. I think I know just the thing!” She then turned to me. “I’m really sorry about all this, Tiff, but I’m just glad you’re in safe hands now.” She was using the same tone she used with Willy, and I could have hated it, but I could already feel her tone being more of a comfort now to me than not.

Molly then scampered off and Penelope and Mildred busied themselves with grabbing our bags from the front door. Mildred’s actually seemed like a purse. Mine barely could be called that anymore, but Penelope’s… hers was a bit bigger than usual for a simple purse. Elegant and fashionable in its own way, but in reality, it was a just a slightly larger version of what every caregiver carried with them who had a Little in their life.

“Hey everyone!” Molly announced in the other room, her distraction already starting up. I wondered what she was going to go with. “Let’s do a photoshoot with Willy playing with all his new toys. Let’s snap a few of him and then everyone’s Littles can join in as well!” Seconds later, a series of coos and gushes over the cute scene before the Bigs unfolded. I hated that I couldn’t play, but Penelope was already gently guiding me out the door. A brief look between us showed me that she knew I wanted to stay, but for her, that was even more of a reason to get me out of here. The last thing she wanted was notoriety.

Unfortunately, Mildred realized she had left her own camera in the other room… which gave me just enough time to stop and stare at the first round of presents that Willy had opened up already today from Molly and Kent. They weren’t the most glamorous technologically sound ever, but they were still the best toys any Little could hope for… I wanted them immediately.

Deep down, I knew that feeling was wrong, but and while I found the ability to control myself stronger than I had even a month ago, my impulses still ran my actions for me. I felt I should be ashamed… a grown Big lusting after the toys designed for a toddler, but how could I possible say ‘no’ to a new blanket or a new and limited edition toy featuring Miko the zebra from Adventure Pals, the spin-off already in the works from Adventure Sam.

Right then though, I nearly felt a burning sensation in the back of my mind. Desperately trying, I managed to rip my eyes away from the new toys and saw that I was being watched by an enchanted Mildred and Penelope. “What?”

My question was genuine and innocent, but it still elicited a giggle from both of them. Penelope even helped me off the ground and gave my shoulders a little pat. “Nothing, sweetie. Let’s just get you out of here so you can cool off, okay?” I still was missing the joke, and I pouted a little, but taking advantage of Molly’s distraction and exiting the front door, the beautiful day outside quickly pushed those thoughts of confusion out of my head.

We then started to wander around the outside garden that Molly attended to so diligently. I could feel my mind start to slip backwards once again unfortunately, but I was really too distracted by the pretty flowers to pay much attention to it… or the consequences.

Soon, I found myself enraptured in a particular bed of flowers that contained an array of blues, red, pinks, oranges, and even purples. Small little bugs, a few butterflies, and even an occasional bee marked the tops of many of the flowers and I immediately squatted in front of them.

I briefly felt odd and even uncomfortable, but the feeling soon passed. I just wanted to view my little friends of the outdoor world. Whatever that strange backed-up feeling was, it was gone now. And that’s all that mattered, right?

I might have stayed that way for a long time, but I had been distracted for so long that some of the other guests started leaving as well. I didn’t pay them any mind, but finally, Mildred came over to me and placed a hand on my back. “Sweetie? The others are leaving. I think its best we all go home.”

“Okay!” I wanted to protest and maybe even call Penelope or Mildred some names, but I knew full well by now that would have only earned me another few swats to my rear and a new and unfortunate new way to curb some of my ‘less than ladylike’ habits, at least according to Penelope. Mouth soaping’s, particularly with the fake and extra sudsy apricot flavored and amber colored soap, were particularly horrible fates. I hated them, but I guess the soaping’s worked, and I actively tried to avoid the punishment whenever possible lately if we only had to deal with cats taking on lions.

“Come on, honey,” Penelope pressed, holding her hand out for me to take as Mildred started to walk behind me, her support there to ensure I would pe pushed from the rear as well if needed. “Let’s get you home. Maybe a nice bath and some story time tonight?”

“Oh yeah! Really?” Penelope only smirked and nodded, but in my slipping mind, it was all I needed to hear. I knew that a grown woman like me shouldn’t be that excited over the prospect of bathtime or story time, but Penelope was a pro at both. She made sure to use the lavender bubbles in my daily baths now and even used separate voices for each of the characters during story time each night.

About hallway back to the car though, I started hearing a sniffling from behind me. It was kind of odd, and at first, I just ignored it. Soon, it started to amount to how some poor soul would sound during allergy season. I knew it was Mildred, and I was half tempted to ask her if she was okay, but we soon arrived to the car and she stopped. Curiously though, when Penelope started to unlock the car door, Mildred came around and whispered something in her ear. Both stopped what they were doing and looked back at me.

“Tiffy?” I looked at both of them with wide and questioning eyes. I wondered if I had violated one of the 20 rules for good Little behavior that they made me read last week. It was so hard to memorize all the rules, like washing your hands or brushing your teeth, and Penelope and Mildred were helping me, but their expression now concerned me. “Is there something you maybe need to tell us?”

I looked at both of them with confusion still. “Maybe something that you did?”

I panicked and tried to think of anything I had done that might have been considered naughty in the past day. “Okay, okay! I didn’t floss last night, and I forgot to say please when I asked for a piece of cake!” I quickly pulled my hands to my diapered rear, hoping they would block any attempts of punishment. “Please don’t spank me! I’m sorry!”

Instead of acting furiously though, both just shook their heads. Penelope then finally spoke up. “I’m glad you told us about those things, Tiffy, but this isn’t that…” She sighed, briefly looked at the ground, and then back up at me. “Tiffy, did you go poo-poo in your pants?”

I froze and tried to wiggle my butt around to check to see if I had. I hated it when I became this regressed and couldn’t even talk about that anymore. My potty training was practically at ‘stage 0’ lately and it led to some less than mature moments for me. I knew I couldn’t help it, but being asked if one was poopy was bad enough. The offending individual being asked, like me, not knowing if they were or not though, was worse.

“No?” I felt strongly that if they were asking me, they already knew, but I just wasn’t sure. I could poke my butt, but Mildred had actively discouraged that three weeks ago when I had done the same thing at a local park. I wasn’t sure why, but feeling naughty already, I didn’t want to make things worse.  

Penelope and Midred looked at each other with doubt and I knew that I was poopy. I still couldn’t feel if I had or not, but I had seen that look before. I told me only one thing.

Mildred then sighed. “Tiffy, I think you did. Just turn around for us, okay?”

I hated this part, but being a Big, many of the standard ways of diaper checks were simply too public. Instead, Penelope or Mildred would feel for the dreaded lump back there in the seat. I didn’t have the control anymore, and a part of my mind truly didn’t care, but there was a part of me that still did, and today, that part was more awake than usual… even if that really didn’t that much anymore. Still, I turned around for them.

I quickly felt a hand probe the rear of my diaper, and while the thick padding ensured they couldn’t just feel it in one go, by the third attempt, I could feel the lump if my most recent accident as well. So, turning me back around, Penelope brushed my shoulder in reassurance. “It’s okay, Tiffy. You had an accident, and we’ll get you cleaned up in a jiffy. No big deal, right? Maybe just another trip to Adulescens coming up even, huh?”

Despite my nodding to both her questions, it was a big deal, and sadly, I wasn’t sure how much of an impact going to Adulescens was going to have anymore. While it helped me mentally cope with everything, my signs of improvement had practically dried up only about two weeks after I started going back regularly. Lately, I just couldn’t be the old me anymore with a quick dose of Moro and a session there. It was sad in a way, but I still got to see my friends from there, and no one judged me for even a second under that roof. If nothing else, that was nice at least.

“I heard they just got a new shipment of toys in,” Mildred then added. My joy immediately leapt from where I had been at previously. I wasn’t even sad about my ‘mush tush’ anymore. I just wanted to go back there as soon as possible.

Penelope and Mildred smiled at each other, but then started going about their usual routine whenever I had an accident and needed it to be changed quickly. Mildred grabbed the diaper bag and turned on the car for the music to distract me and cover up any sounds from the outside world. Penelope dropped the needed seats and then checked the sightlines for who could see us. Already anticipating this as a possibility, she had parked near the rear of the house’s driveway and now the rear just faced a bunch of woods. A quick spread of the changing mat in the rear by both, and everything was ready.

While they did all that, I tuned almost everything out as I grabbed Miss Pink and then began to sway to the music on the lawn. I could have cared about the mess I had unknowingly made in my diaper or the fact that I had exhausted every cure out there at this point or even that I was likely stuck like this for the next few years at least, but I wasn’t bitter.

My life wasn’t even close to how I had imagined it, but if recent news reports of other regressed Bigs that had leaked were any clue, things could have been much worse for me. Then, as soon as Mildred and Penelope were done with their tasks, I immediately hugged them without any ounce of warning. “Thank you both so much!”

My emotions may have been more unstable, and that meant tantrums, crying fits, and fearing practically every shadow and perceived monster out there now, it meant that my happiness and love knew few bounds as well. To me, in this state, and even when I hadn’t slipped back into a younger mindset, I still viewed both Mildred and Penelope as my saviors, guardians, and as the ultimate caregivers. I would have been so lost without them, so hugs like these happened pretty regularly lately.

“Oh, you’re very welcome sweetie,” Penelope cooed as she fully hugged me back. Being coupled with two Bigs, Mildred as a Middle struggled a bit with the group hug, but she cuddled right in as well. In that one moment, no one seemed to care about my dirty diaper… or even me about the news I had accidentally overheard the other day that I wasn’t sure I was allowed to or not.

Sadly, I was losing control of the safehouse.

It was only natural with my massive slips becoming more regular lately, but it was still a bit of a blow to my ego regardless. I could tell both regretted the decision for Penelope to become the new leader of Safehouse 81, Mildred a little more, but the decision had been made. I even saw the paperwork last night on the kitchen counter as I helped make the Little’s sandwiches.

And I suppose that might have been why I was okay with everything. Penelope and Mildred were still keeping me on as part of the staff as most of the Littles seemed more comfortable with me than any Big could ever be. I think that was more because I was like them in more ways than I might have liked, but it was still a useful skill to have. Still, that wasn’t the main reason I was okay with it.

The main reason was that there were more Littles now in our safehouse. While our numbers were still rebuilding to what they used to be, the leadership under Penelope was far better than anything I could muster on my own lately. It might have been a bitter pill to swallow about not being the overseer of Safehouse 81 anymore, but the safehouse itself would continue. The location I had started years ago would endure and help countless more Littles than it already had. For consolation prizes, it wasn’t bad.

Dr. Benson had been trying to get me to accept more things in my life, regardless of how embarrassing they were. I might have one told him to just stay out of my business, but I can now admit that I regretted how much I fought him in the beginning of all this. I knew I might have actually stood a chance at getting better if I had only given in to what he had asked of me, but that was in the past.

Today, however, I was being cared for and in a place that I could live and work with and help Littles. At the end of the day, that’s what mattered to me. As odd as it may have been in our society, I was still happy overall. It might not be much to some, but for me that feeling was something, and that meant everything when I had once feared I would be left with nothing or the worst of the worst as an empty shell at the end of all this.

I shed a single tear at it all, but like so many other things, my thoughts had to give way to reality. I had a dirty diaper that needed changing, and like Penelope had suggested, I had bathtime and story time waiting for me back at the safehouse. It was so little to be happy about, but considering everything, I can honestly say that I was in this new life of mine. So, I broke the hug and laid down to accept the change in my life. It might have been just another diaper change today, but I openly accepted it and the life I saw ahead of me. Overall, it wasn’t terrible, and I couldn't help but smile.  

[AlexTheAlex]

Great end to this story.

[Operational Systems]

Tiffany came to terms with her new disability, and is still able to work and contribute, because while she has some quirky needs now the core of who she is shines through.  Being a little is not the end of the world, she has new tastes and impulses, some eclectic behavior but those can be curated.  This in some ways shows the injustice of what happens to the littles.  When a man like Clark in unfair gets "maturosis" he literally has a death sentence.  Here society and friends and family go out of their way to help mitigate the damage and let tiff actualizes to the best person she can be.  Typical Amazons.  Hopefully society will learn from this but, even late in the game people looked at her disability like "oh she's just a a little now, but with medication and therapy she can be big".  Grr!

[Guilend]

15 minutes ago, Operational Systems said:

Tiffany came to terms with her new disability, and is still able to work and contribute, because while she has some quirky needs now the core of who she is shines through.  Being a little is not the end of the world, she has new tastes and impulses, some eclectic behavior but those can be curated.  This in some ways shows the injustice of what happens to the littles.  When a man like Clark in unfair gets "maturosis" he literally has a death sentence.  Here society and friends and family go out of their way to help mitigate the damage and let tiff actualizes to the best person she can be.  Typical Amazons.  Hopefully society will learn from this but, even late in the game people looked at her disability like "oh she's just a a little now, but with medication and therapy she can be big".  Grr!

I think Tiff just got lucky. With Adulecense, or however that facility is spelled, is new and the majority of Bigs showing signs of regression or didn't fit the mold of society, they'd either get treated the same or worse then Littles. It appears that Bigs getting drugged with regression drugs or hypnosis has increased in recent years. Before now most of the regressed Bigs was regressed as a punishment from the courts. From what I gather, regressing a Big used to be a bit harder due to their size and small difference in their body compared to a Little and now someone has created a drug that can do it just like other drugs do to Littles. Since it's new, of course the criminals are able to get ahold of it and weaponize it. Though I'm sure the government secretly has already done that.

[Craisler]

Great story and a good ending.  I’m looking forward to the next one.

I find it interesting that these stories are replete with loose ends that could be developed into interesting stories.  In this story, what actually happened to the criminals who attacked the safe house and Miss G growing up again are two of the loose ends.  In the previous story about Sofia and Paul, there is the DCI and it’s use or misuse or what happened to the 20% of agents who were shrunken to go undercover and not able to be returned to their normal size.  There were several loose ends that I’ve forgotten now.  But it seems like there are plentiful story ideas that could be developed in the future.   

[LostBBoyBear]

5 hours ago, Craisler said:

Great story and a good ending.  I’m looking forward to the next one.

I find it interesting that these stories are replete with loose ends that could be developed into interesting stories.  In this story, what actually happened to the criminals who attacked the safe house and Miss G growing up again are two of the loose ends.  In the previous story about Sofia and Paul, there is the DCI and it’s use or misuse or what happened to the 20% of agents who were shrunken to go undercover and not able to be returned to their normal size.  There were several loose ends that I’ve forgotten now.  But it seems like there are plentiful story ideas that could be developed in the future.   

And you are absolutely right about that. 

Several of my stories have future sequels that I haven't quite gotten around to writing yet. I haven't mentioned it in a while, but even now, just including the Diaper Dimension stories, I have over 35 that have at least a basic plot already written out. Further, about half of them already have detailed plots per chapter. 

But admittedly, for some of the threads in my stories, while a few will be resolved in as of yet unwritten sequels, or at least soft sequels, many of these are leading up to one of the last (at least chronologically) stories on my DD timeline. It's a bit spoilery, so I won't repeat it here, but I've made mention to it a few times in the past. For those of you that know, don't worry, I definitely haven't forgotten about it. I just need to write at least four more specific stories before I can get to it and not have to worry about continuity errors so much. 

Remember, like my teachers always told me, good things come to those who wait...