diaper dimesion Semper Fidelis: A Diaper Dimension Story. (Mature) (Chapter Five)

[Baby Jemma]

Okay, this is really my first (and thus far, only planned, although I'm Not Saying It's Aliens, but... is rather similar in a way) foray into Diaper Dimension stories, so I'll try to do my best to adhere to the whole thing.

Basically, though, I will warn you of this: there is a war in this particular part of the Dimension, and neither country involved has their hands clean. That's the moral of this story: war sucks, every country has their dirty laundry, and nobody's innocent. The focus on Littles is also pretty far away; I'm focusing more on one particular Little and her perspective on the whole thing, and while Littles will appear, I'm not planning on them being the focal parts of the story for story reasons. If any other characters are really focused on perspective-wise (possibly; I have an idea how the story ends, but everything else is a work in progress, and I apologize; bipolar disorder makes it hard to focus on...well, anything, and I wanted to get something done to help with the depression.), it'll likely be the Amazons and Middles who are a part of that war.

I will mention that I am not a member of the armed forces and not a marine, so while I'm trying to research the absolute shit out of this, I cannot promise to be perfect. If there is a marine here who wants to correct me, feel absolutely free, and I will apply those corrections to this story whenever possible.

Likewise, I cannot give a specific schedule of when Semper Fi gets updated; I have a very busy four weeks ahead, and my mental health is likewise unclear, and that's why I'm updating this at the moment and trying - key word is trying - to get my other stories done, I promise.

About critique, feel absolutely free to tell me what I'm doing wrong; in fact, I encourage it with all my heart! I want to publish this under my pseudo penname in books for AR/AB stuff, and in order to publish without mistakes and errors, I absolutely need to know what I've done wrong. If you can't find anything wrong, then tell me what you liked, please! These things make me a better writer. I'm not soft when it comes to critique, and I'll always listen to it.

But if you're not scared away by the numerous content warnings I've posted, read on:

 

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Chapter One: Where is my Brother?

 

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Corporal Clover Hope was so desperate to find her missing older brother that she had gone AWOL from the United States Marine Corps, all the way from Camp Lejeune to the last location he had been sighted: Nevada’s Death Valley.

 

First Lieutenant (Marine Corps like her, semper fi!) Graywind Hope, tall and well-built at 6’4”, with his short black hair, his warm gray eyes the color of smoke on the breeze, his tawny skin denoting him (and her) as a member of the Navajo, his normal stoicism belied by the fact that he gave her all of the soft smiles he wouldn’t give anyone else, laughing at all of her bad jokes, and giving her all of the biggest hugs a big brother could ever give a little sister.

 

He had gone missing a month ago, and whenever she brought it up with her superiors in the Marine Corps, they told her that they didn’t have answers, that she’d have to bring it up with the chain of command, who delayed her constantly, without remorse or empathy, every time she tried to go through normal channels.

 

Clover was fucking sick of the chain of command, fucking sick of every noncommittal answer on normal channels. She wanted to see his smile again, hear his voice again, and nothing was worth more than that. She wanted her brother - her only family member with both of their parents dead - back, screw the military, and screw what everyone else thought.

 

She was positioned just outside of the latest sighting, getting as much information as she could from the Nevada natives outside of Death Valley, close to another base that was very much like Area 51, but even more secretive in what they did. The United States military had been testing various things above her paygrade; that she knew, as she took a sip of water from one of her two two-quart-sized plastic flasks she had brought along for the ride.

 

Clover had ditched her uniform a while back, going for a cowboy hat, a tank top, leather gloves, a pair of jeans, and muddy combat boots to go along with her huge backpack, all crudely painted black with a stolen paint can now in the vehicle she stole - being conscious of the environment was the reason she didn’t use spray cans - and stolen from different places; she wanted to spare what little cash she had for necessary things like food, water, and gas for her car.

 

Said backpack was stuffed with her other water flask and an aluminum canteen cup, a case containing her Nintendo Switch OLED model with various games, charger, and a Power Bank for portable charging (to prevent her getting bored), a tactical flashlight (she had left her iPhone at the base so as to avoid being tracked, so she had stolen the flashlight), binoculars (military grade and yes, it was stolen), a bunch of canned and preserved food from a gas station (expensive and not particularly edible, but better than MREs, and she’d make do), a jacket and a beanie for the cold desert night (also stolen), a first aid kit (stolen again), and a military grade sleeping bag (to nobody’s surprise, stolen). Her M18 Modular Handgun System - a pistol based on the SIG Sauer used by the Marines - was holstered on her thigh with two extra magazines on her belt, along with a standard KA-BAR knife stored in a custom made (thanks to Graywind for her most recent birthday, her twenty-second two months ago) waterproof vegetable-tanned cowhide leather sheath, as she peered through the binoculars, her gray eyes cautious.

 

The building had snipers posted on top, and she’d never be able get close to the place unless, maybe, when it turned to night - a massive problem since she was wanted by the Marines, local and federal police, and probably the fucking FBI and CIA at the rate she was going.

 

Clover had dug herself a small hole into the rocky hill using her KA-BAR knife. It had been exhausting work, taking the whole of the day and sweat poured down her tawny skin and black ponytail, but she kept at it, even when bits of sand filled the hole, thinking of nothing more than her brother, safe, back with her, ready to face whatever consequences so she could see him again.

 

When she finished, it was dinnertime: canned hash (basically salty beef and potatoes), canned corn, and canned black beans with a snack of trail mix and a quickly-browning banana. It was what she had been living on in the past three days that she had been AWOL, and she hated it…but it was still better than the military’s Meals Rejected by Everyone. She shuddered, remembering the first time she had tried the chili and macaroni MRE; she had nearly vomited the whole thing up, and it gave her severe constipation, taking for-fucking-ever to shit it out of her system.

 

Good news is that prison food might be a bit better, Clover thought pessimistically as she chewed on the canned hash, drinking a bit more water to go along with it.

 

Then a deep male voice, close, far too close, shouted, “Don’t fucking move!”, and she saw a bunch of red dots line up on her body, with three very tall, fully armored men pointing M27s at her.

 

Bitter tears escaped her eyes. She was close, so fucking CLOSE to finding Graywind, and she had been denied it.

 

“Who are you?” the speaker, a huge man in body armor that had to be at least 6’9”, demanded in a Southern drawl. “Specify the reason why you’re here!”

 

She answered, like she had been drilled into countless times at boot camp, “Sir, Corporal Clover Hope, USMC, Service Number 8839754669, sir!”

 

The speaker paused. “Where did you go to boot camp? What is your MOS? Where were you stationed? And what are the parts of the EGA, and what do they mean?”

 

“Sir, MCRD San Diego, MOS is 0311, stationed at Camp Lejeune, and the parts of the EGA are Eagle, stands for United States, Globe, stands for global service, and Anchor, stands for our naval traditions, sir!”

 

Clover saw the man smirk, could almost see the amusement in his eyes behind his sunglasses. “You expecting a Big Chicken Dinner for going AWOL?” he drawled.

 

“To find my fucking brother, asshole!” she snapped.

 

The man paused for a few moments. “...Semper fi,” he said.

 

“Oorah,” she answered quietly.

 

“Yeah, he was here,” he said, holding his hand up to signal his men to stand down. “Far above your paygrade.”

 

“I don’t give a single shit, or I wouldn’t be here,” Clover growled.

 

“Sir, we don’t have time for this,” the second marine said. “Just put her in the damned brig and be done with it.”

 

“I wonder, though…” the big marine murmured, his finger scratching his blond beard. “Corporal, how much do you know of dimensional travel?”

 

“Sir?” she asked, suddenly confused. “You’re talking aliens?”

 

“Of a sort, yeah.” She got the feeling he wasn’t being entirely honest. “You’re about the right size for…yeah…if it were a Middle, it would be a different story, but you’re about 5’1”, should be enough for…”

 

“Sir, what the fuck are you talking about?” Clover interrupted, completely confused about the reference to her height. Her boob size wasn’t much to brag about either, probably AA cup, maybe A at the absolute most, but she almost preferred it: the less staring and catcalls from the men, the better.

 

“Take these.” The big marine handed her an earpiece (which, while she was confused about it, didn’t hesitate to put it in her left ear) and an odd gray device, circular in circumference and the size of her palm. “You’re going to want to get rid of your weapons - every weapon - and grab your backpack before you click the bottom button.”

 

“I’m not relieving my weapons,” Clover said stubbornly, as she palmed the device.

 

“Your funeral,” the big marine said with a shrug. “You come in with weapons, and the Amazons won’t be very fucking happy, but you asked for it; we’ve got plenty more where you come from.”

 

She looked at the big marine like he was crazy. “Amazons? The fuck kind of aliens are those? Do they do deliveries and shit, too?”

 

“Remind me to laugh at your shitty jokes if you ever get back,” the second marine growled, and she could almost hear his eyeroll.

 

“Sir, you’re not seriously-” the third marine began before the big marine cut him off, saying, “Every Middle classification, including her brother, has disappeared without a trace, has immediately been cut off from radio contact. We’re not part of their world, so we can’t be Amazons. There’s only one classification left we haven’t tried, and we haven’t tried a woman yet.”

 

“Littles!” the second marine spat. “She’d be useless to them!”

 

“And she doesn’t know shit about this! Why not try someone else on base; hell, anyone else?!” the third marine snapped.

 

“She has a personal stake in this. Motivation enough to risk a prison sentence.” The big marine sighed as Clover quickly devoured her meal, not even bothering to clear off the remnants of food from her face before she packed up her sleeping bag in her backpack. “Sometimes, that’s what the greatest of us lack: motivation and a reason worth fighting for.”

 

Clover hefted her backpack over her shoulders and clicked the button on the bottom of the gray device, which lit up bright silver in the desert, whirling in her palm, burning as miniature tendrils attached themselves to her hand. She felt every fiber of her body react, her blood, sinew, and bones almost boiling like a bad morphine overdose. She wanted to scream, but it quickly died in her throat. The device emitted an ear-piercing shriek, and she may have as well before everything went black.

 

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Hope y'all enjoyed~

[BabySofia]

Very interesting! Looking forward to more! 🙂

[kerry]

A fine start!

[codsterc10@msn.com]

I like it so far 

[TerranV]

Alright!

Excited for this!

[Baby Jemma]

20 hours ago, BabySofia said:

Very interesting! Looking forward to more! 🙂

Right now, managed to get two more chapters done. To space them out, I'm probably going post on Tuesdays, if I can. Again, I cannot promise more with how my mental health is, and I apologize.

But they're going to be very interesting chapters~

7 hours ago, kerry said:

A fine start!

Thank you! Starts are something I'm good at, as are plot skeletons; it's the middles that are tough.

6 hours ago, codsterc10@msn.com said:

I like it so far 

Much appreciated~ Glad you like it!

 

3 hours ago, TerranV said:

Alright!

Excited for this!

Thanks! I'll try to start up more chapters of my HB stories for you to read as well. Apologies for not responding to your posts in those threads because I've seen them, I appreciate them, and I'm planning on responding to them when I post the next chapters for them; I just didn't think it would be prudent or polite to bump my story threads unnecessarily.

[Kat5]

Okay, I'm interested!

[Baby Jemma]

Well, it's now Tuesday on my time, and I'll be posting the next chapter...but first, the next reply:

 

23 hours ago, Kat5 said:

Okay, I'm interested!

 

Glad to get your interest~ And, without further ado...

 

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Chapter Two: Who Are You?

 

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Clover was dreaming of her days spent hunting for food with Graywind, the crossbow given to him by their father perfect for stealthy hunting missions to fill their larders, to sell the best cuts of meat to the local butcher shops and take just enough - usually the worst parts to be salt cured to last a while - for themselves. While she could handle a gun from a young age, her brother almost never missed a shot; he had to never miss because the crossbow quarrels weren’t cheap, albeit reusable. In turn, she was his spotter, using a small pair of binoculars to find their quarry.

 

He was only five years older than she was, and yet he seemed so much wiser than she could ever be. After all, he knew their parents, knew what they were like. She was only four when they died, with barely any memories of them. An uncle reluctantly took them in, but he was such a hateful, spiteful, completely abusive asshole of a man that Graywind and Clover had long left him behind. She had been ten when they left that man’s house with him yelling at them, threatening that he’d call the authorities and put them in an orphanage. The uncle had disappeared without a trace a while back, and she didn’t know what happened to him.

 

She felt the breeze flow through their long hair, hair they had been forced to cut when they left for the Marine Corps. Graywind’s eyes were concentrated on the quarry with his crossbow level and his hands not shaking.

 

“Watch the people you think are better than you and even those you think are worse,” he’d always say. “Learn from them, their strengths and their weaknesses alike. Try to emulate what is good about them, and try to avoid making their mistakes. Keep learning, even from me, Clovy - because I can make mistakes, too.”

 

“You never make mistakes, Windy!” she’d say back, defensive of her big brother’s awesomeness.

 

And it was true; he provided food, clothes (which their miserly uncle never did), and an education for her, doing the jobs nobody, not even the working adults, wanted, and even though they were among the poorest members of their reservation with their parents gone (and, to be honest, they could’ve been classified as homeless as well), they at least weren’t hungry, ever.

 

But money was always tight, and a lot of nights were spent in the outdoor badlands because the threat of being relegated to an orphanage and separated from each other was very much real, and they’d chance dying of exposure over such a fate. Was it any wonder why Graywind joined the Marine Corps the day he turned eighteen for the promise a recruiter made at their local high school in Navajo Nation for a better life? Was it any wonder why Clover joined five years later to follow her idol, the only real parental figure she had ever had?

 

Clover was always the mischievous troublemaker of the two, always the one making mistakes, always the one fucking up. She was the reason why they had left their uncle - left a roof over their head - for three hard years on their own, the only reason, and she knew it. She grew up in the Marine Corps, her brother moving her from the reservation to the military base in San Diego, making sure she was provided for with military benefits, that she had a roof over her head close to him at base, that she had a proper education to do what she wanted.

 

She loved Graywind dearly and would follow him into the deepest, darkest, and hottest pits of Hell, in the unlikely-at-best scenario he ended up there.

 

The pain in her body told her that she was alive, that maybe, just maybe, he was alive, too, as she felt the tendrils snake away from her hand, the odd device they came from taken away.

 

“Shit, hang on, this isn’t-” a new feminine voice said, as Clover felt herself quickly picked up, opening her eyes into slits of darkness; her body hurting too much to register her surroundings. “Dearie, you brought weapons here? Not very smart for a Little, but I’ve got this. I’m not going to let you…well, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

 

“Wha…” she slurred, feeling her body wrapped in something, almost like a huge blanket. She felt her face wiped as well, bits of corn and hash around her mouth disappearing.

 

“You must be from Earth’s 66X Dimension; that’s the only reason I see those weapons on you at your size,” the voice whispered. “Normally, we’ve only seen Middles come from that dimension, not Littles like yourself, especially not your size; you’re smaller than even a toddler, probably more like a nine-month-old…”

 

The word “Middle” sounded familiar, but the rest was pure nonsense.

 

“Hey, Jyrgal, wait, is that a new Little?” a new female voice said. “She’s so precious! I call dibs on her!”

 

“I touched her first,” the first voice, “Jurgul” or whatever her name was, retorted back. “By right of claiming, she belongs to me.”

 

“Ugh, fine, be that way. Just let me know when you need her teeth pulled; my hubby specializes in that.”

 

“I’ll consider it, Marsha.” The tone was polite, yet carried an icy demeanor that only Clover seemed to catch on to. She felt herself shifted into the crook of someone’s arm, the pain receding a bit, as the feminine voice whispered, “Don’t worry; I’d never have your teeth pulled. You’re safe with me, I promise.”

 

“Who…who are you?” Clover groaned, feeling well enough for words, and yet not well enough to open her eyes to her surroundings.

 

“OH, I forgot about your eyes. I’m so sorry; the feeling there will wear off in a few more minutes. I’m Jyrgal, spelled ‘J-Y-R-G-A-L’. Jyrgal Klopfenstein, née Ghazali. What’s your name?”

 

Clover kept her mouth shut. The less these people knew about her, the better.

 

“Oh, honey, I don’t want to force a name change on you. I want you to keep yours. What’s your name?”

 

She sighed. “Corporal Clover Hope, USMC.”

 

“USMC?”

 

“United States Marine Corps.”

 

“OH, you’re with those soldiers!”

 

Clover bristled at that. “Marine!” she hissed. “Never call a marine by that term!”

 

“Oh…I’m so sorry, I still don’t know much about Earth 66X’s military terminology. I wonder if it’s similar to other places, like ours…”

 

“Possibly,” Clover grumbled, still a bit miffed, but satisfied with the apology.

 

“God, she’s loud,” another woman grumbled. “And she raised her voice at you, Jyrgal. I think she deserves a good spanking.”

 

“Spanking?” Clover said. “How fucking old do you think I am, lady?”

 

“Ugh, give her here, so I can spank her ass until it looks like a baboon’s and-”

 

“I will decide how I discipline my Little, not you, Megan!” Jyrgal snapped angrily.

 

“Just don’t let her run wild over you, Jyrgal, or I’ll call LES. You’re too nice for your own good.”

 

Clover’s eyes had finally adjusted to her surroundings…and they widened in shock and disbelief at what they saw.

 

She was held in a pair of giant caramel-colored arms, a woman's arms, if the figure was anything to go by. She looked up at the woman’s face, clearly Arabic of some kind, but not wearing a hijab, her curly brown hair cascading down her head, touching her enormous breasts. Her coffee-colored eyes were kind, and after a lifetime of being able to tell who people really were, Clover knew that Jygral was genuinely caring. She was shocked that this “Amazon alien”...really looked like a normal human being except for the size difference.

 

The building itself was a typical workspace, with desks, white walls, and odd glowing blue circles. It was enormous; she knew she wouldn’t come close to the desk chairs, let alone the lit ceiling, if she stood up. Not that she was standing or could see much else, she realized, with the pink blanket she was…swaddled in? Yes, swaddled, like an infant. She tried to get out, but the huge arms held her in a gentle, yet firm grip.

 

“It’s okay. I know this is a lot, Clover, but I’m doing this for your own good.”

 

“I’m not a ba-”

 

“I know, but I’m trying to protect you from these other ladies.” Jyrgal’s voice was a whisper and yet absolutely dead serious. “You don’t want Little Education Services involved, trust me.”

 

Clover stopped struggling. Whatever Little Education Services was, it sounded bad for her future and worse for her prospects of finding Graywind.

 

“I’m going to have to relieve you of your weapons in a private room and check your backpack for anything else that could be dangerous.” Jyrgal’s voice was only loud enough for Clover to hear.

 

“I’m not giving them up,” Clover whispered back.

 

“If you’re caught with weapons, Little Education Services will take over from there.”

 

The smaller woman choked back a sob. She wasn’t truly attached to her pistol as much as her KA-BAR knife and sheath. Giving up the sheath felt like she was losing a part of Graywind himself.

 

She was carried over to a room, the light turned on upon entry, and she was quickly unswaddled. The belt containing the pistol, knife, and ammunition was immediately confiscated before she could say or do anything.

 

“I’m not going to destroy them, Clover,” Jyrgal said gently, as she pocketed the weapons and their sheaths. “I know a sol - sorry, marine’s weapons are important to them. But you can’t have them right now or in public.”

 

The huge woman - if Clover had to guess, she was about 10’7” - went through her backpack with a black scanner object that mostly glowed red. The contents were spread on a table and after sifting through them, the Switch OLED case with everything in it was returned to her…along with nothing else.

 

“Oh, come on,” Clover grumbled. “You’re telling me that canned food is going to be a danger to you guys?”

 

“Not to us: to you,” Jyrgal explained. “We’re going to have to get food that you can stomach, without being unhealthy.”

 

The marine didn’t like the sound of that.

 

“Also, I know you like to talk a lot, Clover, and I appreciate that, but I’m not willing to let you get in trouble for it. If you get in trouble, I get in trouble, and I like my family and potentially mature life too much for that.”

 

“Wha-”

 

Clover felt something get put in her mouth, cutting off all of her words. When she sucked on it, she could tell it was a pacifier. She immediately spat it out in disgust.

 

Jyrgal put it back in, saying in a firm tone that brooked no nonsense, “It’s either that or your thumb, and I need you to keep it in. I am not getting in trouble over this, and this is not the worst thing Amazons that aren’t my husband and myself can and will do to you; you heard Marsha and Megan and what they wanted to do to you, what they still probably want to do to you! Do you understand? Are you going to listen to me and not argue over anything I do for your protection? I don’t want you in trouble, but I’m currently risking a lot over you, and I could end up in trouble as well!”

 

Clover was immediately reminded…of Graywind when he was annoyed at her and trying to curb her mischievous streak getting them both into trouble. Tears entered her eyes, and the huge alien woman, the Amazon, gathered her in a gentle hug.

 

“I’m sorry for yelling, sweetiepie,” Jyrgal whispered, cuddling Clover close. “I don’t like yelling. But I don’t think you realize how much danger you’ve put yourself in. And I will have to warn you beforehand; in this dimension, us Amazons see people your size from other dimensions as ‘Littles’. There haven’t been as many in recent times; you’re the first in about six months, but Littles your size…are treated like babies - and oftentimes as worse. You’re about the size of a nine-month-old, and…well, you’ll have to be treated the same way.”

 

Clover glowered, realizing the enormity of her predicament.

 

Diapers? Baby food? No independence whatsoever? …Fuck, how did I get into this?

 

“Jyrgal, you’re taking a lot of time in there!” Megan’s annoyed voice came in. “Do you need me to paddle her?”

 

“Lots of stuff needed to look at, Megan!” Jyrgal sang back in a beautiful mezzo-soprano before looking at Clover. “Are you going to listen to me?” she asked.

 

Clover looked at her options and quickly decided on an abashed nod.

 

Jyrgal nodded back, a warm and genuine smile on her face.

 

“Let’s get maternity leave,” she cooed. “I’m sure you’re wanting to get out of here.”

 

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Hope y'all enjoyed~

[codsterc10@msn.com]

Amazing job 

[TerranV]

Nice! 

Jumping right into it I see.

[babydavy99]

Great story so far. I am keen to see where it goes...

[Baby Jemma]

On 4/22/2025 at 1:57 AM, codsterc10@msn.com said:

Amazing job 

Thanks! Next chapter should be up tomorrow.

On 4/22/2025 at 8:40 AM, TerranV said:

Nice! 

Jumping right into it I see.

Thank you! Yep, I'm jumping right in. Some of my stories are slow burns when I'm confident in where they're going. This is not one of them; it's my first DD story, possibly my only one, so I want to make sure that it's not boring, that it grabs the reader's attention, at least.

On 4/22/2025 at 7:21 PM, babydavy99 said:

Great story so far. I am keen to see where it goes...

Much appreciated!

[Baby Jemma]

And now for the chapter. As a WARNING: bigoted language from an antagonistic character, and sexual harassment, sexual extortion, and possible sexual assault (not sure exactly how to word it right for what happens) from said antagonistic character is prevalent in this chapter. There is also the hinted aftermath of a war, referenced character death, and violence related to the war. Viewer discretion is advised for this chapter.

 

Now, without further ado...

 

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Chapter Three: What Happens if We Lose This War?

 

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Clover almost regretted her choice when she saw the diaper that was meant for her.

 

It was pink with cutesy flower designs, incredibly thick (to the point where she doubted she’d be able to walk while wearing it), with the words, “Lil’ Stinker” on the front.

 

“C’mon, let’s get you changed, lickety-split,” Jyrgal said, the Amazon seemingly noticing the marine’s reluctance to go back into infant clothing. “I promise, it’s not the worst thing in the world, and I’ll change you if you go, so that you don’t have to sit in it long.”

 

Clover glared at the Amazon behind her pacifier (which she was slowly getting used to sucking), but didn’t say anything, as her current outerwear was taken off along with her bra and panties. Powder was sprinkled on her nether regions, and she was quickly diapered for the first time since before she could remember.

 

She was right about being unable to walk; it spread her legs too far, and Jyrgal had quickly swaddled her. It was shockingly comfortable, though; that was something she hadn’t expected.

 

“We’ll see about getting dresses later on,” the Amazon said, a guilty note in her tone. “I’m sorry that your breasts are exposed, but right now, we have to get maternity leave. Make sure to behave around my boss, please; this is my life on the line as well as yours.”

 

Clover saw the door to the confiscation room open when Jyrgal carried her out and back to the room she woke up in, before going up a flight of stairs and into another room. The office within was enormous, yet quite spartan, containing little but a wooden desk that a large man was behind. He sat on a huge swivel chair, huge to the point where if she was sitting on it, there would be a real danger of falling off.

 

He didn’t face the two at first. “You may enter, Mrs. Klopfenstein,” the boss said in a bored tone.

 

Clover ascertained his appearance when he turned to glance at them. He looked much older than Jyrgal, around his late fifties, as he turned around. His mostly bald head, with a few stray white wisps, gleamed in the lights, his blue eyes cold and piercing the shrunken marine to her soul. He lay back in his swivel chair, leaving the female Amazon forced to stand.

 

“Thank you, Mr. Rutherford, sir,” Jyrgal said respectfully. “I wanted to request-”

 

“Maternity leave, I know. Megan mentioned it to me earlier. Why should I grant your request to take care of a rebellious Little over her request to send it to LES or Marsha’s request to have it detoothed?”

 

“By law, I was the first to touch her, and therefore, the first to claim her,” Jyrgal said, claws of fear gripping Clover’s heart at Mr. Rutherford’s detached cruelty and hints of something else that gave her bad vibes in his tone. “I will take care of her as if she was my own.”

 

“Hmm…you have a place to house it?”

 

“I do, sir, baby proof and everything.”

 

“You’re married, right? To that kraut…Adolf, was it?”

 

“Axel, sir.”

 

“Do you have a car seat and extra supplies for it?”

 

“I do, sir, and if I get low on supplies, I’ll go straight to a store before curfew.”

 

“Will it feed from you? You know how Amazon women’s bodies change in the presence of a Little.”

 

“She will, sir.”

 

What the fuck? Clover thought, the fear lancing through her body. Feed from…oh, Goddess.

 

“Will you discipline it if necessary? Get a nanite treatment for it?”

 

“Yes, sir, I will.”

 

Nanite treatment?! The hell is that?!

 

“Hmm…can you, ah…‘convince’ me?”

 

What the FUCK?!

 

It was only because of the pacifier and Jyrgal’s words to her that Clover didn’t explode with rage at the boss’s disgusting words and implications.

 

Meanwhile, the Amazon woman paused. “Mr. Rutherford, sir, I’m married, and-”

 

“Convince me to grant you maternity leave…or if you don’t, I’ll find someone else who will.”

 

Clover could almost feel Jyrgal’s inner disgust radiating from her…but she reached inside her boss’s pants and gave him a handjob. The marine waited for the abuse to be done, and she wasn’t sure when Mr. Rutherford wanted Jyrgal to stop, but he let out a soft gasp, having jizzed all over the Amazon woman's hands.

 

“Oh, yes,” he breathed heavily. “You may go. Maternity leave, and all of that.”

 

“Yes, Mr. Rutherford, sir,” Jyrgal said stiffly.

 

Her face was inscrutable as she walked out the door with Clover in her arms, wiped the semen off of her hands with a washcloth, walked out of the place where she apparently worked, to a large parking lot and stopped at a plain white SUV. The door opened to reveal an infant’s car seat facing the seat with various infantile toys.

 

Jyrgal set Clover in the car seat, locking her in, got into the front seat, closed the door…and started to sob hysterically.

 

“Your boss is horrible!” Clover had spat out her pacifier to exclaim in horror. “What he did was disgusting, degrading! Why don’t you quit, file a lawsuit, something?!”

 

“You don’t understand what this world is, Clover,” Jyrgal said, a dead look in her eyes. “If I’m on maternity leave, I don’t have to see Mr. Rutherford or undergo…that for a whole calendar year. But lawsuits? Quitting my job? That’s…that’s not something I can do. Not with the whole city threatened by this war.”

 

“War?” Clover was confused. “Like, military conflict war, worldwide war-”

 

“War as in my older twin brothers and my husband’s parents - who are all in the Ouranian armed forces fighting to defend this city; hell, Ouranou’s way of life as a whole - will be executed by our enemies if we lose, down to the last Middle conscript. War as in my Amazon husband will without a doubt be turned into a Little - and possibly a female one; yes, it’s possible - via nanites for the enemy to bring to one of their homes, and I will become a common whore rented out to various men from Umichoseki, if I’m not turned into a Little myself. War as in we’ve been recruiting Amazons from other Amazon timelines and dimensions, and Middles from dimensions like yours, and doing mandatory conscription to compensate for our losses, our only advantage. And yet we don’t have an advantage because Umichoseki is far bigger than us and has more forces than us, even with our technology.

 

“We’ve lost every city except this capital city, Teichon, and thank God it has the walls, the Dome, a few protected airports, a few seaports, and the largest military base in our country to compensate for everything else we’ve lost. We’ve been under bombing threats for weeks; they just firebombed a preschool and a temple yesterday evening alone and thank God nobody was there at the time. They’re targeting the civilian populace to make the military bend, and they won’t. As civilians, we have to contribute to the war effort any way we can, martial law has been declared, and there’s a 7:30 PM curfew that lasts until 7:30 AM. Little rights? Nonexistent, lest those Littles and Amazons supporting them be called traitors, and every “traitor” disappears to God knows where.

 

“The worst part is that we don’t even know why Umichoseki attacked us. They have more land than us, more people than us, enough natural resources and technology to survive in their place. They attacked without warning, no declaration of war, just nuked the closest of our cities to them and demanded our unconditional surrender. We refused; why should we have to surrender our rights? My birth city of Jabalkamir and my husband’s birth city of Riesigesmeer are no more; we’ve both lost family in them after they nuked them to dust. My parents? His sisters? Gone, as if they never existed.

 

“That’s the war we’re facing, Clover. You arrived at the worst time in our world’s history, because we’re likely going to lose this war and lose everything. I’m just sorry you have to see it.”

 

Jyrgal’s voice grew more and more bitter with each word, and Clover slowly began to understand how utterly fucked the situation was - for her and Jyrgal alike, understanding why her arrival was unfortunate.

 

“We know why that other country wants Ouranou,” a voice in the marine’s earpiece - Clover had almost forgotten she had one - echoed loud enough for both of them to hear. The voice of the tall marine from before.

 

“What?” Clover hissed, while Jyrgal looked at her in confusion before understanding came to her eyes about the earpiece.

 

“Amazons live a long time, but almost all of the women struggle to bear children,” the tall marine said. “In fact, it’s regarded as impossible by a lot of the scientists here that know of this world…unless there are Littles - natural Littles, not Amazonian Littles - stimulating certain sexual responses.”

 

Clover’s eyes widened, realizing exactly what the man was implying. “Umichoseki wants Ouranou for the portals,” she choked out. “They no longer have Amazon women who can have babies…”

 

Jyrgal’s eyes widened as well as she added in a horrified tone, “So they want the portals to get more Littles, possibly by force…”

 

“And if the size differential is the same thing in our world from yours…” Clover continued.

 

“...None of your armies would be able to stop them,” Jyrgal finished.

 

“Exactly,” the voice on the earpiece crackled. “That’s what we’ve feared ever since we found out about the so-called ‘Diaper Dimension’, as some immature chucklefucks nicknamed it: armies of giants, taking people by force, without any restraint. That’s why we’ve been sending Middle classifications from our groups…but they’ve disappeared into the army. No word. The second they’re there, the earpiece goes. You’re the only one we’ve had an opening in. Seems you found a sympathetic Amazon. A rarity, according to our Middles before we lost contact.”

 

“I think I know why you’ve lost contact: the Dome,” Jyrgal said calmly. “It protects us against the worst bombs, the EMPs, anything that would affect critical infrastructure…but it also negates the power of all unregistered electronics. Computers, phones, anything that can be hacked to send a virus into, all of them have to be registered, proven hack-free, and can’t be used anywhere other than a designated safe zone, like a house far away from the military bases, and sadly, your primitive earpieces won’t survive.”

 

“Shit,” Clover and the tall marine said simultaneously.

 

“But my husband is an engineering whiz,” Jyrgal said, a mischievous smile on her face. “This is serious shit you’re telling us, and he’ll believe me. I bet he can fashion a bit of protection for your earpiece, so long as we’re careful with it.”

 

“I like you already,” the tall marine drawled in his Southern accent. “Okay, Corporal Hope, radio silence until you get to a safe zone.”

 

“10-4,” Clover said, turning off the earpiece.

 

“We can’t go home just yet, though,” Jyrgal said, a fond smile on her face when she looked at Clover.

 

“Why not?”

 

“Well…we still have to get proper clothes for you. I hope you’re not too much of a tomboy; they really only have feminine - and usually pink - clothing; dresses, onesies, sleepers, and diapers for girls your size.”

 

Fuck.

 

Truth be told? Clover absolutely was a tomboy. She hated everything cutesy and pink. She didn’t even wear skirts, let alone a dress.

 

This is gonna suck…

 

-

 

Hope y'all enjoyed~

[TerranV]

War! What is it even good for?

Jyrgal's boss is awful. Aside from the sexual assault he kept referring to Clover as 'it'.

[SGTbaby]

War is sweet to those who know it not…but to those who do it is a thing of fear. 
 

I like this take on the dimension and I am the same in I would hate wearing pink, girlie clothes as I am a huge tomboy. Great chapter and I look forward to seeing more!

[Guilend]

Great job. It was difficult for me to get into this story, so I waited till you had 3 chapters and tried it again and I’m glad I did. I absolutely love your take on the diaper dimension. 
 

I imagine even if the other country wins, and Jyrgal doesn’t get turned into a Little, it probably wouldn’t mean she’d not be made to wear diapers, even while still Amazon sized. 
 

I bet that ass of a boss isn’t the only boss that takes his frustrations out on the females beneath them. I imagine some spend time over his knee getting bare bottom spankings whenever the boss decides they’ve been naughty or even force the women to wear diapers, even the Amazon sized women. 
 

War always brings out the worst in people. 

[Baby Jemma]

On 4/29/2025 at 5:59 AM, TerranV said:

War! What is it even good for?

Jyrgal's boss is awful. Aside from the sexual assault he kept referring to Clover as 'it'.

Profiteering off of the misery of others, sadly. Old men declare war while young men die for it.

Yeah, Mr. Rutherford is a total scumbag. Sadly, Little rights - as well as normalcy for even the Amazons and Middles - are non-existent here, as Clover is soon to find out.

On 4/29/2025 at 9:57 PM, SGTbaby said:

War is sweet to those who know it not…but to those who do it is a thing of fear. 
 

I like this take on the dimension and I am the same in I would hate wearing pink, girlie clothes as I am a huge tomboy. Great chapter and I look forward to seeing more!

War is a horrid thing...which is why humanity can't stop delving into it.

Heh. Well, be glad you're not in Clover's position, then.

On 4/30/2025 at 2:25 PM, Guilend said:

Great job. It was difficult for me to get into this story, so I waited till you had 3 chapters and tried it again and I’m glad I did. I absolutely love your take on the diaper dimension. 
 

I imagine even if the other country wins, and Jyrgal doesn’t get turned into a Little, it probably wouldn’t mean she’d not be made to wear diapers, even while still Amazon sized. 
 

I bet that ass of a boss isn’t the only boss that takes his frustrations out on the females beneath them. I imagine some spend time over his knee getting bare bottom spankings whenever the boss decides they’ve been naughty or even force the women to wear diapers, even the Amazon sized women. 
 

War always brings out the worst in people. 

Fair enough. I understand it not being easy to get into; I rarely write - and for that matter, read - these kinds of stories for a reason. Appreciate the kind words.

That could be a possibility, but first, that would require winning the war.

Yeah, Rutherford definitely takes out his sexual frustrations on his female workers, which is part of why Jyrgal was wanting to get away, at least, for now.

And that, it most certainly does.

As for an update, I'll try to write a lot more of Semper Fi (and my Helluva Boss works, for you, Terran) as well as my other works that I really need to get back to, but given that I had a three-day boccia tournament in Kansas City that I just got home from, it might end up being next week. I'll try my best. That's all I can promise, and I apologize for keeping you waiting.

[Guilend]

35 minutes ago, Baby Jemma said:

Fair enough. I understand it not being easy to get into; I rarely write - and for that matter, read - these kinds of stories for a reason. Appreciate the kind words.

I’m a huge Diaper Dimension fan. I just usually shy away from anything revolving around military, sports and usually religion and depending on the story, even politics though usually diaper dimension politics sometimes intrigue me, especially when someone is pushing for a law that’s equal rights or a “Fair Littles Act” or something and someone does a compromise and makes it “fair” saying even Amazons that act immature, like doing the same things an independent Little might do that would get them adopted, an Amazon would be adopted as well, except of course no one enforces it as it’s really just a law to make rich people feel good about the evil they do.

41 minutes ago, Baby Jemma said:

Yeah, Rutherford definitely takes out his sexual frustrations on his female workers, which is part of why Jyrgal was wanting to get away, at least, for now.

I have a feeling that she’s not going to get away from work for as long as she thinks, probably no where close to it. 
 

 

43 minutes ago, Baby Jemma said:

As for an update, I'll try to write a lot more of Semper Fi (and my Helluva Boss works, for you, Terran) as well as my other works that I really need to get back to, but given that I had a three-day boccia tournament in Kansas City that I just got home from, it might end up being next week. I'll try my best. That's all I can promise, and I apologize for keeping you waiting.

I really should read your other stories, I read a little and it seems like they’re fanfic stories about something I’ve never heard of which is why I haven’t read them.  I’m pretty sure I’ve read a story or two you’ve done or started a long while back, but I don’t remember off hand. 
 

Take your time, sounds like you live a full life and as long as it’s not a negative in your life then I think it’s a good thing. We will be here whenever you get back to it. 

[Eagle0769]

I found this story by chance. I never saw it before but I'm happy I did find it and read it.

I always enjoyed the diaper Dimension stories always wished there was a real one.

Cituations that inculed war I know about I'm a vet and served.

The harassment from bosses I can relate to. Been bullied all my life because of my hieght.

(there is no correcting my misspelled words for some reason)??

I like this story. What's wrong with wear something cute and pink? 🙂

[codsterc10@msn.com]

I look forward to reading more. When are you going to post chapter 4 nexts?

[Baby Jemma]

On 5/4/2025 at 8:11 PM, Guilend said:

I’m a huge Diaper Dimension fan. I just usually shy away from anything revolving around military, sports and usually religion and depending on the story, even politics though usually diaper dimension politics sometimes intrigue me, especially when someone is pushing for a law that’s equal rights or a “Fair Littles Act” or something and someone does a compromise and makes it “fair” saying even Amazons that act immature, like doing the same things an independent Little might do that would get them adopted, an Amazon would be adopted as well, except of course no one enforces it as it’s really just a law to make rich people feel good about the evil they do.

I have a feeling that she’s not going to get away from work for as long as she thinks, probably no where close to it. 
 

 

I really should read your other stories, I read a little and it seems like they’re fanfic stories about something I’ve never heard of which is why I haven’t read them.  I’m pretty sure I’ve read a story or two you’ve done or started a long while back, but I don’t remember off hand. 
 

Take your time, sounds like you live a full life and as long as it’s not a negative in your life then I think it’s a good thing. We will be here whenever you get back to it. 

If you're not much into religion and politics (or sports, age regression, or babyfur stuff, for that matter), I understand why you haven't read my works. I usually like to write mature and heavy stuff, and I get that not everyone is into it. If you're curious about a Diaper Dimension-like story, though, I'm Not Saying It's Aliens, but... is a bit like that.

No, I don't think Jyrgal is entirely going to get away from Mr. Rutherford; he's too petty for that. But at least she has maternity leave for a start?

Oh, the other two stories you must've read are my Helluva Boss works. I'm pretty sure you read some of my other works as well a long while back. I appreciate it, even if it's not to your liking; I'm just here to improve myself with whatever I write.

6 hours ago, Eagle0769 said:

I found this story by chance. I never saw it before but I'm happy I did find it and read it.

I always enjoyed the diaper Dimension stories always wished there was a real one.

Cituations that inculed war I know about I'm a vet and served.

The harassment from bosses I can relate to. Been bullied all my life because of my hieght.

(there is no correcting my misspelled words for some reason)??

I like this story. What's wrong with wear something cute and pink? 🙂

 

Thank you for the review and, more importantly, thank you for your service and sacrifice. I hope that this story did your service justice because I've never been able to serve (would have, if not for my autism), and have the highest respect for soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines everywhere.

It's okay, I can still understand what you're saying.

Nothing's wrong with cute and pink, in my opinion; my wheelchair is hot pink.  It's just that Clover hates everything to do with cutesy and pink, and she's forced into it.

Again, thank you.

20 minutes ago, codsterc10@msn.com said:

I look forward to reading more. When are you going to post chapter 4 nexts?

Chapter Four should be coming on Monday; I'm busting my padded butt trying to make it good enough. I'll try to work on more of I'm Not Saying It's Aliens, but..., along with my other stories as well because I know you've reviewed them as well.

[Guilend]

3 minutes ago, Baby Jemma said:

Chapter Four should be coming on Monday

Yay

 

4 minutes ago, Baby Jemma said:

I'm busting my padded butt trying to make it good enough.

At least it shouldn’t hurt so much, since it’s padded? If it doesn’t, it’s probably not thick enough and you should fix that. 😛

 

5 minutes ago, Baby Jemma said:

No, I don't think Jyrgal is entirely going to get away from Mr. Rutherford; he's too petty for that.

Yes, he definitely comes across as petty. I’m going to predict that he will let her feel like she’s finally free and safe from him for a while and he’ll pull some bs to make her come back to work. 

 

7 minutes ago, Baby Jemma said:

Oh, the other two stories you must've read are my Helluva Boss works.

I haven’t read them yet, but I’ll read them for sure.  I know I’ve read some of your work a long time ago, but for the life of me the only thing I can remember is how much I enjoyed them, but I can’t even remember the names of any of them. 

 

10 minutes ago, Baby Jemma said:

If you're not much into religion and politics (or sports, age regression, or babyfur stuff, for that matter), I understand why you haven't read my works. I usually like to write mature and heavy stuff, and I get that not everyone is into

If it’s very well written and written in a way that tickles my brain, I’ll read just about anything. There’s an unfinished diaper dimension story that’s a furry story that I really enjoy, there’s a few furry stories I’ve really enjoyed. I have no idea what the secret formula is to get a story to tickle my brain, my brain hasn’t shared that information 😂. I do know that I’ll read just about anything diaper dimension related. 

[codsterc10@msn.com]

Sounds good i look forward to reading chapter 4 on Monday and i look forward to reading more of im not saying it's aliens. 

[Baby Jemma]

Well, I have the newest chapter of Semper Fi ready and waiting, but first, the replies to your reviews:

 

On 5/8/2025 at 3:37 PM, Guilend said:

Yes, he definitely comes across as petty. I’m going to predict that he will let her feel like she’s finally free and safe from him for a while and he’ll pull some bs to make her come back to work. 

 

I haven’t read them yet, but I’ll read them for sure.  I know I’ve read some of your work a long time ago, but for the life of me the only thing I can remember is how much I enjoyed them, but I can’t even remember the names of any of them. 

 

If it’s very well written and written in a way that tickles my brain, I’ll read just about anything. There’s an unfinished diaper dimension story that’s a furry story that I really enjoy, there’s a few furry stories I’ve really enjoyed. I have no idea what the secret formula is to get a story to tickle my brain, my brain hasn’t shared that information 😂. I do know that I’ll read just about anything diaper dimension related. 

Rutherford is most certainly petty like that...and his specter is going to loom large, even when he's not there.

Thank you for offering to read them~ Much appreciated, and I'm glad you enjoyed that story, even if I don't know which one it is~ And that's fair enough. I hope you enjoy~

On 5/8/2025 at 7:02 PM, codsterc10@msn.com said:

Sounds good i look forward to reading chapter 4 on Monday and i look forward to reading more of im not saying it's aliens. 

Thank you for reading both~!

And now, let's get to the chapter:

 

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Chapter Four: Why is Everything Pink?

 

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The first store was one entirely for babies because of course it was.

 

The drive didn’t take too long, and Jyrgal was chatting in the car, but Clover was too busy glowering to hear any of it.

 

She was going to be treated as a baby for the foreseeable future! A fucking infant, no less! It was humiliating for her when she wanted to be nothing short of completely independent, to find Graywind, to do something that didn’t declare her as a fuckup everywhere she went.

 

And yet, as she wriggled as much as she could to find comfort in the car seat, the diaper so thick that she couldn’t come close to closing her legs, she knew that Jyrgal was her best chance to get out of this nightmare. After all, there wasn’t much she could do when she was - according to Jyrgal, at least - the size of a nine-month old. Had traveling to this odd dimension really shrunk her that much? Were these Amazons really as big as they seemed? Or was it both?

 

“Also, Clover, honey, you’ll also need to call me ‘Mommy’ at this point,” the aforementioned Amazon said, stopping the car in a parking lot.

 

“Why would I do that?” Clover grumbled.

 

“Because you’re supposed to be my baby, and babies only call their maternal figures by one word.” Jyrgal had unstrapped the car seat and swaddled Clover again, in what could only be described as an infant sling carrier. Thankfully, she had at least held the pacifier, allowing the smaller woman to talk. “I’ll let you choose as much as you can, but I really need you to behave as much as you can for this to work.”

 

“But if everything is cutesy and pink and dress-like, and I have to wear these stupid fucking diapers-” Clover began before the Amazon shushed her with a finger on her mouth.

 

“I know, and I’m sorry.” Jyrgal’s eyes were sympathetic. “I can’t imagine it’s easy, going from independent in your world to a Little in this one. Just please don’t curse, and please refer to me as ‘Mommy’. It’ll make it easier on you, which will make things easier on both of us. Promise?”

 

Clover sighed, knowing that there was no way out of this. “I promise,” the marine said in a defeated tone.

 

“Good girl,” Jyrgal cooed, tickling Clover a bit, who began laughing despite herself. “Now, let’s get you into the cart; I have to buy a stroller here, but there should be a very comfortable one for girls your size…”

 

Clover let the Amazon ramble on as they went into the store and got a cart, her head turning when she heard a woman squealing.

 

“Oh my goodness, she’s adorable!” the woman gushed. She was also giant with curly locks of sandy-brown hair, wearing a smart pantsuit, although Clover noticed a slight limp on the woman’s left leg. “I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of being introduced?”

 

“Jygral Klopfenstein, and this is Clover Hope.”

 

“What an adorable middle name!” the woman said. “Oh, where are my manners? I’m Eseld, Eseld Penrose. I’m the manager here.”

 

“Hope is my surname, though,” Clover blurted out, protective of her surname, it was hers and Graywind’s…

 

“OH, you must be a Little, then. We see some Middles-turned-Littles around here, but rarely Littles from the start. I know it’s a culture shock, but welcome. I’ll try to make it easier on you, okay?” Eseld’s eyes were exceedingly kind, which shocked Clover after everything she expected.

 

“Thank you,” Jyrgal said. “We’ll need…well, we’ll need everything…and I don’t know where to start…”

 

“Clothes first. I can get you some that aren’t…well…” Eseld paused, obviously trying to find a good word.

 

“Not completely humiliating?” Clover finished bluntly.

 

“Well…yes. In any case, follow me, my dears; I’ll be your escort for today!”

 

Clover found herself quickly becoming the center of attention from some other ladies who glanced at her and Jyrgal with looks of…envy, was it? Yeah, envy. But of what?

 

“There haven't been a lot of Littles or babies in a while, and Amazon women will do anything for one to call their own,” Jyrgal explained in a low whisper. “Think of it like a young girl wanting a doll to do whatever they want.”

 

“With or to?” Clover whispered back.

 

“In this case? Either one works.”

 

They had arrived at the clothes for newborns, and much to Clover’s annoyance, there wasn’t a single non-pink item there.

 

“Choose which ones you want, Clover,” Jyrgal said, quickly cycling through the items. “I’m not rich, but for you, anything is worth the price.”

 

The marine, knowing she had no other options, picked out five pink dresses with no cruel words (like Messy Baby? I’m A Stinky Girl? Who the fuck came up with this shit?!) or logos on them. Jyrgal threw in a few sleepers, onesies, skirts, and a lot of diapers in the cart, making sure that each of the clothes fit Clover before doing so.

 

“Next we have a wide selection of stuffed animals and toys,” Eseld said in her cheery tone.

 

Clover felt a sudden, growing need to pee, her years of potty-training the only thing preventing her from an embarrassing accident in the middle of the store. She squirmed, causing Jyrgal to take attention.

 

“Just let go, Clover,” the Amazon woman whispered, her tone exceedingly gentle and understanding. “I’ll change you, don’t worry.”

 

Clover held it in, her muscles clenched as hard as they could. She wasn’t some fucking baby, no matter her size in this world. She sure as shit wasn’t going to piss herself like one.

 

“Well, which animal would you like?” Eseld asked Clover.

 

Her eyes saw a giant selection, almost like a zoo of animals, and she realized…she never had one; her uncle had seen to that. Bears, she ruled out; every baby seemed to get a bear, and she was going to be unique with this, special, in a way. Her eyes scanned the rows, her bladder screaming to be released, before she saw something that had to be hers, way up top and way in the back: a lifelike pronghorn (known as the American antelope) buck about her size, long, curved black horns, white patches on its sides, belly, breast, throat, and rear, a reddish-brown on the rest.

 

It was the first animal she and Graywind had hunted together when they were by themselves, and that memory was worth more than all the money in the world.

 

“The pronghorn, please,” Clover said, trying desperately not to pee.

 

Eseld nodded, reaching the top levels with her height (if she had to guess, Eseld was a head, neck, and shoulders taller than even Jyrgal was) and long arms to get the antelope plush animal, handing it to Jyrgal to put it in the cart, since the marine was swaddled.

 

The need to pee was growing, and Clover gritted her teeth, trying everything she could to hold it in. The trip faded into nothing but her need to hold it in; she nodded to get the toys, the stroller, the carrier, the bottles and pacifiers, whatever, so long as she didn’t piss herself in the middle of the store.

 

Her bladder emitted a final impotent scream of rage, and she tried to hold it in…before it gave way as she gasped. First a trickle, and then the dam broke - forget about overflowing; the dam fucking exploded - the diaper swelling like a water balloon with all of the piss being released into it.

 

Clover gritted her teeth, trying not to cry. Here she was, a proud marine…who pissed herself like an infant. She was not going to cry, she was not…

 

Tears still escaped her eyes as she cried, and Jyrgal knew.

 

“Oh, Clover, sweetie,” the Amazon said gently. “Don’t worry; I promised I’d change you when you needed to go.” Jyrgal turned to the manager. “Where are the restrooms?”

 

“They’re in the back,” Eseld said. “Do you need some privacy?”

 

“It’ll be okay; I’ll be with her.” Jyrgal gently bounced Clover, as she stewed in her embarrassment, whispering, “It’s okay, that’s what the diaper’s for, Clover. It’s okay.”

 

“No…it’s…not!” Clover sobbed hysterically, hiccupping with her words. What the hell was wrong with her?

 

Jyrgal merely held Clover’s head to her breasts and rubbed her back, letting her get out her sobs, as the Amazon guided the cart over to the family’s restroom, parking it in front, before getting out a diaper.

 

The restroom actually looked clean, but with surprisingly no other people in there. Clover saw the changing table before she was unswaddled, noticing the pink diaper almost ready to burst.

 

“Oh, goodness,” Jyrgal said, humming softly to Clover, a lullaby that she didn’t know, but one that felt…calming, in a way.

 

Clover felt the affronting diaper get taken off of her, felt herself get wiped down carefully, shivering as the baby wipes touched her vagina. Then came a dusting of baby powder over her nether regions.

 

Jyrgal never got to the next step, never saw the other woman coming, as she was hit from behind and fell to the ground, not moving.

 

Clover opened her mouth to scream, only to have a pacifier put in…but one that prevented her from opening her mouth. She tried to spit it out, but she was forced to keep sucking, her eyes wide open in fear as the woman in front of her - a middle-aged bitch with graying-blonde hair - glared at her hatefully.

 

“Well, then, you naughty little girl.” It was Megan’s voice, Megan who was speaking in a hateful whisper. “Apparently that slut managed to get Dalton’s attention. Not anymore. Now you’re going to get the spanking of your fucking life.”

 

-

 

Hope y'all enjoyed~

[Guilend]

1 hour ago, Baby Jemma said:

although Clover noticed a slight limp on the woman’s left leg.

That’s interesting. This could simply be a neat descriptor or it could mean something. It’s a good hint at a possible background, maybe ex military, maybe even ex military intelligence is my gut feeling, especially if this is an important detail foreshadowing something. 

 

1 hour ago, Baby Jemma said:

way up top and way in the back: a lifelike pronghorn

Now that is awesome and unique. I approve. 

 

1 hour ago, Baby Jemma said:

Well, then, you naughty little girl.” It was Megan’s voice,

Oh no. Okay, I went back up to refresh my memory on the first interaction with Megan.  While I did remember her threatening to spank her, I had forgotten about Clover yelling and calling her a naughty word which would definitely explain Megan’s behavior here a lot more.
 

And to make it worse is she is somehow jealous of her coworker “catching” the boss’s eye. I’m not sure if Megan truly understands why that’s a bad thing. I think she has a very narrow view and very self centered. 
 

I have a feeling Megan is supposed to be at work still so chances are, she’s probably got the boss’s eye now and even if she somehow temporarily gets away with kidnapping Clover, her boss is going to tear her a new one and much more once she goes to work the next day. In this scenario, Clover won’t be the only one with a bruised and freshly diapered bottom I imagine, except Clover will be at like daycare and no one making fun of her diapers while Megan will still be at work, with her colleagues and I’m pretty sure they’re going to tease her relentlessly. Especially if the boss shortens her skirt so her diaper is visible. 
 

I hope that before Magen can do anything that the store Manager will walk in and stop her. (Hopefully ending with Megan standing in the corner with a red bottom and a thick diaper, waiting on the police to arrive and probably LES(?) )

I mentioned the store manager possibly having a military background because I’m hoping she shows up and puts that to use on Megan 😂