diaper dimension the little thief

[Little Giammy]

Chap 1

The young Michael, 19 years old, had managed to sneak into the house of the amazon. 
He had broken the basement window and thrown down a rope that reached the floor. Although he was quite young at 18, his little body was toned and athletic, perfect for the extreme sports he practiced regularly. 
He didn't like weapons and carried a few tools in case he was caught by the homeowners:
Some smoke bombs from a stadium, which would cover his escape;
some firecrackers, which he would use to simulate gunfire;
a toy gun, which he had painted black to make it look real, and when he pulled the trigger, a little flag would pop out saying: Bang!
Cheap tricks, but he was very confident in them. After all, he didn't want to hurt anyone, and he had never needed to use them:
Usually, he would enter the house, take everything valuable, and then exit through the same entrance without anyone noticing. 
As he wandered through the apartment, he entered the master bedroom and saw several items that caught his interest:
a state-of-the-art smartphone, a computer that would cost a fortune on the market, various jewelry, and cash. 
He put everything in his backpack before leaving the room.
While exploring the house, he noticed that one of the rooms had a gigantic nursery suitable for someone his size:
"I hope it's not for a little," he thought, a shiver running down his spine, before continuing his tour of the house.

 

What do you want it happen? (The story will continue based on the answers you give me by Monday, September 1st.)

 

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[Eagle0769]

Both answers look good he is about to find out who can fit in that crib. 🙂

[Little Giammy]

With 73,3% of votes win the owner is just in her home

[Little Giammy]

Chap 2

Amber was in her upstairs studio typing something on the computer when she heard a strange noise coming from the bedroom area of the apartment.
Her training as a police sergeant kicked in when she heard a noise coming from the bedroom. She pulled open a drawer that was usually locked and took out her service weapon.
As she had been trained, she moved slowly, opening each door with care.
Hearing a noise in the kitchen, she headed towards that part of the house when suddenly she felt a slight pressure on her back, something she recognized well from her training.
“Stop right there!” said a young male voice from behind her. “I don’t want to use it, but I will if I have to. Drop the gun.”
With her heart racing, Amber slowly bent down and placed the weapon on the floor before standing back up.
“Good! Now kick it away!” The officer followed the order, feeling a brief sigh of relief from behind her, then slowly turned around to face him. She was very surprised to see that the person trying to rob her was a Little, and even younger than she expected, probably not even 20 years old.
“Listen, kid!” she said, trying to keep her cool. “I’m a police sergeant, and do you know what happens to those who kill a cop?” The Little remained calm as he slowly backed away. He turned for a second to make sure there was still space to retreat, and that was the moment the officer took advantage of to lunge for the gun, easily taking it from him since the Little hadn’t even fought back—he just ran away.
Her eyes widened when, after picking up the Little’s weapon, she realized it was made of plastic.

 

"Is this a joke?" she exclaimed as a flag popped out with the word 'bang!' when she pulled the trigger.
She sighed as she retrieved her gun and put it back in its holster, then slowly made her way to the dining room since that was the direction she needed to go.
As soon as she crossed the threshold of the room, she heard the little one's voice coming from behind the counter.
"Stop right there, I have another gun!"
The amazon police officer laughed at what the little one had said.
"Oh! And does that one shoot? Darts with suction cups? Oh, I'm so scared!"
But she had to take cover behind a wall when she heard "Bang! Bang!"
"Let me go and no one will get hurt."
When she heard those noises, she quickly drew her gun, not expecting it to be real; she needed to neutralize the little intruder fast.
She began to move slowly and quietly down the hallway.
The path she chose would lead her to the other door of the kitchen, which was to the side of him, allowing her to take him by surprise from behind.
She walked slowly and cautiously, really tempted to call for backup. Finally, she reached the open door and dared to peek from behind the threshold.
What she saw made her smile:
The little one was curled up against the base of the counter, holding a lighter in one hand and a firecracker in the other; the little rascal hadn't even noticed her presence behind him.
She put her gun back in the holster, then as quietly as possible, she approached the little one, placed her hands on her hips, and cleared her throat loudly:
"Ahem! Ahem!"

 

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What do you want it happen? (The story will continue based on the answers you give me by Monday, September 8th.)

[RedAskari]

We can't see the voting thing 

[Little Giammy]

try now

[randomperson757]

I can't access the vote either, says the owner has to share it. 

[RedAskari]

7 hours ago, Little Giammy said:

try now

Yeah no Still doesn't work

[Little Giammy]

I should successed now. I'm sorry I don't have much experience with this feature of the site.

[randomperson757]

We can request access to it now but still can't immediately access it 

[Little Giammy]

I think this should be the link.
Sorry for the difficulty; I'm not familiar with surveys.

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[Little Giammy]

With 57,5% of votes win Michael try to run away

Chapter 3

Michael was still smiling, relishing the story he would share with his friends. He could never have imagined that with his petty tricks, he would manage to fool even a police officer. 
He wasn't particularly worried about the trouble, even the legal kind, he was getting into; rather, he was amused by the thought of having gotten away with it. 
He held the firecracker in his hand, ready to ignite it, when he sensed a looming and unsettling presence behind him:
"Ahem! Ahem!"
Michael froze. 
He slowly turned his head towards the presence he had just felt, catching sight of the knees of a gigantic amazon. 
Then, with the same slowness, he lifted his gaze to her face, which bore a furious expression. 
He had another ace up his sleeve, and it was time to use it: the stadium smoke bomb. 
He carefully pulled it from the front pocket of his backpack, ignited it with a flick, and dropped it at the feet of the giantess. The room filled with enough smoke to allow Michael to escape through the legs of the towering woman. 
"I'm still ahead," he told himself, "I just need to find a way out!"
He was very fast. All those years of practicing extreme sports had given him a certain physical prowess. He was about to dash towards the dog door. Once out of there, he would extend his lead, even if only by a few precious seconds. 
But there was little he could do against a woman who matched his physical prowess but had legs much longer and stronger than his. 
His escape was halted just a few steps later when a hand grabbed the waistband of his pants, pulling him away from the door. He felt himself being lifted and tucked under the arm of the giantess as he struggled. 
"Stay still!" he heard her command as a hard slap struck his backside.
But it was the second and the third who forced him to surrender, bursting into tears.

 

Immediately after, the woman brought him down to the ground and commanded him firmly,

"March!"

 

Still sobbing, Michael did not follow the order.

 

"I said March!" the Amazonian woman exclaimed, giving him another hard slap that made him flinch before she began to walk away.

 

Despite his tears, he started to walk as the giantess had commanded. He walked through the kitchen and into the living room, where the Amazonian policewoman ordered him to press his face against the corner.

 

"Now stay here in the corner of shame," he heard the woman say in a very stern tone, "if you move even an inch, I will skin your backside with a flurry of slaps. Did you understood?"

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What do you want it happen? (The story will continue based on the answers you give me by Monday, September 15th.)

 

[Kat5]

*puts on her best Paula Deen voice*

"That boy is in a HEAP of trouble."

[Little Giammy]

On 9/8/2025 at 6:24 PM, Kat5 said:

*puts on her best Paula Deen voice*

"That boy is in a HEAP of trouble."

did you vote to decide how the story has to continue?

[Kat5]

4 hours ago, Little Giammy said:

did you vote to decide how the story has to continue?

I did 

[Guilend]

5 hours ago, Kat5 said:

I did 

I bet you voted for the poor Little to wet himself. The poor fellow, he’s totally the good guy here and definitely not a thief breaking into homes. It’s totally a misunderstanding. It’s a frame job I tell you. 

[Kat5]

1 hour ago, Guilend said:

I bet you voted for the poor Little to wet himself. The poor fellow, he’s totally the good guy here and definitely not a thief breaking into homes. It’s totally a misunderstanding. It’s a frame job I tell you. 

I voted for him to try to cheese it, because once an Amazon has their hands on you, it's not going to end well.

[Guilend]

20 minutes ago, Kat5 said:

I voted for him to try to cheese it, because once an Amazon has their hands on you, it's not going to end well.

That is true. 

[Little Giammy]

with 70% of votes win he has an accident while he wait her.

 

[Little Giammy]

Chapter 4
Amber walked around the entire house looking for the spot where the little thief had sneaked in. She checked all possible entry points.

After finding him in the basement, she quickly removed the rope that the little intruder had used to get into her home, preventing any chance of escape.

Her steps were heavy, and her breath was tired and anxious. The departure of the flight she had booked had been postponed, and she and her girlfriend were supposed to leave for vacation the next day, which had already made her nervous. To make matters worse, there was the attempted robbery by a little thief. She climbed the stairs to check on the little one she had just caught in her house and saw that he was still where she had told him to stay, although he was starting to fidget.

She watched him for a few minutes and smiled to herself, realizing he was hopping around to avoid wetting himself. So, she decided to take it easy, perhaps expecting that the little one would have an accident.

Calmly, she headed to the nursery and approached the changing table, opened one of the cabinets, and pulled out a gray portable changing pad with a bunny print and a diaper bag before returning to the living room where the little one was being punished.

 

 

When she entered, she saw him squirming furiously, both hands on his groin, and she smiled, waiting for the inevitable. A small dark spot began to spread in the boy's pants, quickly growing as it moved down towards the floor, creating a large puddle. She heard the boy sobbing, aware of what had just happened and the consequences, which made her smile with amusement.

"I see that someone here isn't potty trained. Well, no big deal! Come here now!"

The little one, still sobbing, turned around trying to protest.

"No ma'am. I... I assure you that I am potty trained."

Amber smirked sarcastically.
"Oh sure! And that puddle at your feet is the most obvious proof. Now come here!"
The little thief, who lacked the courage to respond, slowly and cautiously approached the woman who was kneeling on the rug, having set up the portable changing table in front of the boy.

 

Carefully, making sure the little one was watching, she opened the diaper bag and pulled out a pack of baby wipes, a tube of cream, a pacifier, and then a large, thick diaper with a childishly drawn lion printed on the front.
She placed them on the floor next to the changing table, clearly visible to the Little, whose eyes were wide with fear and horror.
"No! Please, it was just an accident. I know how to use the bathroom. It’s not necessary..."
But Amber remained firm and unyielding. She simply shot him a piercing look that left no room for negotiation.
"Take off your shoes and pants!"
The boy tried to stall, but the woman wouldn’t allow any more delays.
"I’m going to count to three, and if by three you still have your pants on, I’ll take them off myself after giving you a nice little trip over my knee."
She wasn’t joking, and the little one knew it. With tears in his eyes and sobbing, he took off his tennis shoes, unbuckled his belt, and the soaked, wet pants fell to the ground, leaving him in just a pair of blue underwear with a puppy face printed just below the front elastic.
Amber smiled with satisfaction; she knew that forcing him to take off his own clothes stripped him of even the slightest sense of control he had over the situation. The Amazon woman took out her phone and snapped a picture to document the boy's underwear before commanding him in an authoritative voice,

"Very good, now it’s time for the underwear. Take them off and hand them to me; I want to check them."
The face of the eighteen-year-old boy was as red as a strawberry, and he already had tears in his eyes, about to burst into tears. However, Amber decided not to feel sorry for him and gave him another slap to urge him on.

While he was still sobbing, the boy reached for the waistband of his underwear and let it slide down his legs to the floor, instinctively covering his genitals. Amber chose to ignore this gesture for now and firmly ordered him to pick it up from the floor and hand it to her.

The little one had already realized that if he didn’t cooperate, things would only get worse, so he bent down to retrieve his underwear and handed it to the towering woman.

Amber almost snatched it from his hands and began inspecting it closely.

"Look, look!" she said with a smirk, showing the little boy two large stains of poop on the back of the underwear. 

"You know that if I took you to an office for managing littles and showed these to the officer, you’d end up with a padded butt in less than ten minutes?"

The boy looked at her with pleading eyes, but she simply pointed to the changing table. 

"Lie down!" she ordered sharply.

The little one desperately tried to negotiate. 

"Please listen! My family is rich. I’m sure they’ll compensate you for the trouble I’ve caused!"

The tone of the amazon woman didn’t change even a bit, and this time he received a slap on his rear. 

"I said lie down!"

…

Michael looked into the eyes of the angry amazon woman. However, he knew what to say; he was aware of his rights. 

"I’m 18 years old, and according to Article 2 of Law 165 from last year regarding the treatment of littles under 25, I cannot be adopted without the consent of my legal guardian."

The woman smiled, surprised by the boy's cleverness.
"Oh, I see you know the law! I can't adopt you as a little, but I caught you stealing in my house. According to law 34 on burglary, a homeowner who catches a thief in their home has the right to detain them until the authorities arrive. And since you're in my house, you must follow my rules," she said with a sharp look.
"And rule number 1: Any little inside the walls of this house must wear this," she said, showing him the diaper. "And one more thing, just to clarify: if a little under 25 commits a crime, like you did, according to article 7 of the same law, the judge can act contrary to article 2." Amber smiled, amused as she watched the confident little's face suddenly fall.
"So, as you can see, you're not safe from adoption at all. Now lie down on the changing table!"
Tears formed in the little's eyes.
"Please!" he begged, sobbing, but she remained unmoved, having no intention of giving in.
"Those crocodile tears don't affect me. If you didn't want to end up in this situation, you should have stayed out of my house and not tried to rob me. Come on, on the changing mat!" she said, giving him another swat.
She smiled as she watched him sit on the changing table between sobs and then lie down, covering his private parts with his hands while the Amazon woman knelt beside him.
"Hands on the floor!" The little boy obeyed, placing his arms on his head as the woman strapped him down and spread his knees apart.
"Keep them open!" Amber ordered firmly, seeing the boy instinctively trying to close them. Calmly, she took a pack of baby wipes; she opened it, making sure the boy saw everything, and pulled one out.
"Alright! First, we need to clean the bell nicely," she said with a smile as she began.
She took her time, occasionally turning to look at the little boy's red face, embarrassed and teary-eyed. 
Then she grabbed the boy by the ankles and lifted him up. 
"Now let's get to the bottom of this!" she said, holding another wipe and starting to clean between the boy's cheeks. "Look at this mess! Good thing you were potty trained," she said playfully, showing him the brown stains on the wipe before placing it on top of the eighteen-year-old's underwear. 
"Alright, little troublemaker! Time to put on the diaper," she said with a smile, emphasizing the last word as she lifted the little one by the ankles and slid the diaper under him. She squeezed a bit of cream from a tube onto her fingers and spread it on the intimate areas and between the eighteen-year-old's cheeks, who squirmed at the coldness of the cream, before fastening the diaper around his groin with adhesive strips. 
"All done!" she said, unbuckling him from the changing mat and picking him up. "It's lunchtime."

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[Little Giammy]

with 58% of votes win "Amber breastfeed him"

[Eagle0769]

I was very interested in your story but now I want to read more.

I hope this Amber is lactating so he will taste her nectar and want more.

I thought she would have given him a bubble bath bc of his dirty but.

I forgot to vote but I am happy at the 58% for breast feeding. Only 

wish he was me. 🙂

 

[Silvermatt1589]

I cant wait to read what happened next!

[Little Giammy]

I just start to write it

[Dirkimaus]

It's a shame it doesn't continue.