diaper dimension The Littlest Royal - Chapter 42 (Sep. 6th)

[paddedprincess3]

Chapter One

Lucas stirred in his sleep as the vague shapes and colours of the room began to form in front of him. His body felt weak and heavy, and his thoughts were cloudy. He mumbled to himself, trying to form words. Something heavy covered his body - warm and soft, he soon realised it was a blanket. He had guessed it must be a mattress underneath him - one of the most comfortable mattresses he had ever slept on. Despite his grogginess, he could tell he was uninjured, and seemed to be somewhere safe. He rubbed his eyes and groaned, a bit louder and more full-throated this time, signifying his waking. 

“Oh my… Lucas?”

He heard a voice from above him. He turned to it, startled, and saw a face staring back. A woman, probably in her mid to late 30’s, whose concern shone through her eyes as they gazed down. Though his vision was quickly returning, Lucas couldn’t trust what he saw just yet. He was sure he had to be seeing things - looking up, this woman appeared to be large. Very large, in fact - the perspective didn’t make sense to him. In any case, he didn’t recognise her, or this place, and didn’t know how she would know his name. 

When he didn’t answer, the woman reached her hand out and gently caressed the side of his cheek with her finger. He jolted to full alertness - the feeling of her finger against his face felt incredibly real. But again, the finger was enormous - her hand would certainly have been big enough to cover his entire face. This woman seemed to be a giant, and he did not seem to be dreaming as was his first instinct. 

“Wh-what the…” he gasped as he shifted away from the hand, his body still difficult to move. He felt a stiffness in his muscles, beyond the usual fatigue he would have after waking up, and what’s more, he noted that whatever clothing he had on was somewhat restrictive. Its unusual material made it difficult to move with speed. He thought to check, but given the weight of the blanket on top of him, he couldn’t do much about it. He was more concerned with the woman, anyway, whose face was now showing signs of simultaneous surprise and relief, a warmth emanating from her expression. 

“Oh dear, it’s alright. You’re safe here, really. You’re safe…”

“What’s… what’s happening? Am I dreaming?” His eyes were transfixed on the woman, her enormous height, and what she was wearing - an elegant maid’s uniform, with a white headdress and neatly fitted black button-up blouse. 

“You’re not dreaming, dear. Not now, anyway. My name is Miss Hazel, and you are safe with me. I promise. How are you feeling?” Her words seemed sincere, and her demeanour certainly backed that up. She had a calming presence, a warm tone and deep, brown eyes which invited Lucas to stare into them - not least because of their size. She brushed her brown hair from her face and smiled. 

“I’m… I feel weak… it’s hard to move.”

She nodded in acknowledgment. “Yes, the doctor said that would be the case. It should subside soon. Rest assured, you are healthy as can be, blessings.”

“D-doctor? What doctor? I don’t… I don’t remember much…” Lucas began rubbing his head, tossing his messy blonde hair.

“That will subside too. I can explain everything. Come…” Hazel then lowered something, a wooden frame at the side of the large bed, one which Lucas immediately wondered how he hadn’t noticed already. It was a set of pale wooden bars which lowered down, allowing Hazel to reach over to him more easily. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think it was a cr-

Whoosh!

The blanket was pulled away from Lucas, and a cold sweep of air sent a shiver across his body. He was wearing a plain purple t-shirt, and his legs were exposed too. When the sudden shock of the chills passed, he looked down and took a few moments to process what he saw. Between his legs, in place of normal underwear, he saw a heavy, thick mass of plastic wrapped around his waist. Though mostly white, it bore a large printed design of some kind. Though he couldn’t get a good look at it, it was clearly some kind of pink cartoonish image. As his legs shuffled in the cold, the garment crinkled loudly with the sound of plastic ruffling. There was no doubt about either of his realisations - he was sleeping in a giant crib, and wearing a diaper. 

“Wait, what?! What is this?” He stared incredulously at the diaper, his arms not strong enough to tear it off, though he certainly wanted to. Instead of an answer, he was greeted by Hazel’s two large hands, which tucked under his arms and promptly lifted him high into the air with seemingly no effort. He was disoriented by the sudden movement, his head still a bit dizzy. 

“I know, I know. I’ll explain everything here, don’t you worry.”

They began moving across the room, where Hazel sat into a rocking chair not far from the crib. She placed him sitting on her lap - as a giant, her lap was easily large enough for him to sit on without bending his legs and be comfortable. He looked to a side table and saw a cup of tea and a downturned book, halfway finished. It seemed Hazel had been sitting her for some time when he slept. 

“Now Lucas, we’ll just go through things slowly, okay?”

“How do you know my name?”

“We looked at your identification when we found you. I didn’t mean to unnerve you.”

“Found me?”

Hazel paused and her eyes wandered a bit, clearly in thought. She was searching for where to begin. 
“Lucas… do you remember ever hearing about the dimension of the Amazons?”

With that word, things began falling into place for Lucas, though the realisation was horrifying and he tried not to think about it too much beyond answering her immediate question. 
“Y-yeah… though I never looked into it too much.”

She nodded. “Lucas, there isn’t any easy way to tell you this, but you seem to have had a run-in with a portal - I believe the experts called it a ‘spontaneous spacial fissure’. They open randomly and close just as quick.”

“Wait, yes - I remember… I remember seeing a flash of light… I was riding my bike home from work, and suddenly I couldn’t see anything, and my skin felt tingly, and then…”

Hazel began rubbing Lucas’ back gently. 
“It’s alright, dear. That must have been so scary. But you’re safe now, I promise.”

Lucas nodded. She seemed to be able to tell he was about to start panicking. He still was on the inside, but her kind words helped stave off the worst of it. The silence prompted her to continue. 

“Two days ago, we found you unconscious in the garden. We immediately recognised you as a Little - that’s what we Amazons call people from your dimension. We called specialists who gave you a medical check up. Like I said, you’re perfectly healthy, but you’ll feel some after effects of the portal for a few days. We took you in and I’ve been keeping an eye for when you wake up.”

“So… why am I wearing… is this what I think it is?” He didn’t gesture, but she knew what he meant right away.

“Yes, it was necessary to give you some… protection. You see, Lucas… there’s some difficult things I have to tell you. Portals, from what I understand, are random events - they open and close too sporadically to be predicted. What that means is that you can’t go back to your dimension. You must stay here.”

The words fell on him like a ton of bricks. It’s difficult to process the feeling of losing your entire life all in one moment. He began racing through what it really meant - all the people he wouldn’t see again, the places, his job, his apartment - and even more concerning was the realisation that, at least from his perspective, he didn’t think he would actually be missed by anyone at home. 

“Lucas? Darling?”

She shook him gently from his stupor. He looked up at her, eyes pleading for this to be some kind of dream. 

“I know it’s a lot to take in. Now, the way things work here… well, when Littles come to our world, it’s necessary for a number of reasons to take care of them the same way you would a baby. It’s all to do with the way your body adjusts to the new dimension, as well as the… stronger parental instincts of Amazons. I wish it wasn’t the case, but that diaper is for your own good.”

“I can never go back…”

“In fact, for your own protection, you’ve already been legally adopted. It’s so you can be properly cared for. It’s for your own good, honey.” Her words were dripping with warmth and clearly intended to comfort, though she knew there was no way to fully soften this news. 

“Adopted?!” He shuffled in her lap in a feeble attempt to escape it, quickly stopped by her grasp which turned from gentle to stifling. “You’re going to just… keep me?”

“Well, not me, per se. Officially you’ve been adopted by their Highnesses.”

“High… huh?”

“Oh my, yes. How silly of me. Here.” 

With that, Hazel picked Lucas up from her lap and rose once more, walking across the room to the window, which she pointed Lucas towards so he may look out of it. 

What he saw was the sprawling field of an estate, encircled by high walls with flower gardens and a hedge maze dotting the lawn. Beyond the wall was a town with tall buildings. In the foreground, just outside the window he saw old stone walls and towers, pristinely carved and kept but clearly quite old. He was in a castle, and a large one at that. 

“Just there, outside the hedge maze, that’s where we found you two days ago. You arrived in a flash of light and we took you inside. As you were a new arrival, the protocol would have been to hand you over to the Adoption Services, but Queen Charlotte took a quick liking to you. She had been considering adopting for a while, so she thought of your arrival as a happy accident.”

“This is insane… don’t I get a say in this? You can’t just adopt me and treat me like a baby without my permission!”

She turned Lucas back around to face her, propping her up in her arm and looking at him with deep sympathy. 
“I’m sorry, Lucas… I know this is a lot to take in, and I wish it was different, but this is how things are here. And… er, well… there is one more unfortunate thing I have to tell you…”

“Hazel? Who are you talking to?”

Hazel and Lucas swung their heads to the doorway, through which a figure came walking into the room. She was a woman in her 40’s or 50’s, with long, elegant blonde hair and a beautiful ornate gown in light blue. She was dressed immaculately, and immediately in Lucas’ mind it seemed obvious that this was the ‘Queen Charlotte’ he’d heard of. As soon as she laid eyes on Lucas, they lit up with joy. 

“Oh heavens! You’re awake! Hazel, you didn’t call me?”

“Oh, your highness, I was just, erm, explaining the situation…”

Charlotte came over, her heels loud even against the carpeting of the room, with joy on her face and her hands outstretched. She quickly took Lucas from her and held him in front of her face, to get a good look at him. He was none too happy about being passed around so casually, and even though he wasn’t keen on anyone in this room right now, he did feel a bit unnerved being away from Hazel and her soothing nature. 

“Hello there my darling! It’s so wonderful to see you. How is my new baby girl feeling?”

Lucas paused. Had he heard right? Was his mind still playing tricks on him? He spoke up to make sure. 
“Uh… I’m not….”

Hazel interrupted and spoke with a grand tone, clearly rehearsed though with a touch of hesitance in her voice as she looked at Lucas. 
“Y-yes, your highness, allow me to present for the first time, in her official debut to the royal family of Avalir… Princess Lucille.”

“W-what?!”

[paddedprincess3]

Here’s chapter two!

Chapter Two

Charlotte spent the next few minutes fawning over Lucas, giving him baby talk, asking him questions but seemingly not expecting (or acknowledging) his answers to them. In effect, she was actually treating him like a baby - and a baby girl, at that. She made comments about how excited she was to “do something about his hair”, and how much she was looking forward to his public debut. 

In short order, however, royal duties called. Charlotte handed Lucas back to Hazel, who had stood in respectful silence while Charlotte had gotten acquainted with Lucas. When she left, Lucas immediately turned toward Hazel. 

“What the hell was that about?!”

Hazel sighed and looked down at him. 
“Honey, I know you’re upset, but please watch your language. There are a lot of rules here that you don’t want to break. I’m sorry I was interrupted but I’ll try to explain as best I can…”

Lucas crossed his arms in anger and disbelief as Hazel held him, gently walking around the room with him as she continued. 

“You see, Amazons tend to have a very strong sense of ownership with their Littles. It’s not that they don’t respect you, but there’s a lot of leeway in how Littles are treated here. Her highness has been thinking of adopting, like I said, but she had her heart set on adopting a girl. When she saw that you were a boy… well, she decided she would rather raise you as a girl instead. Amazon views of gender are more relaxed when it comes to Littles, so that’s how everyone else will see you too.”

Lucas looked increasingly horrified as this new reality began to set in. Raising him as a girl? What would that entail? What were they going to do to him?

“But before you panic, they won’t ‘alter’ you in any way, aside from certain cosmetic changes. Nothing surgical.”

Lucas sighed with relief. That did at least make him feel better. He felt he could somewhat trust Hazel’s word on this. Though he was still a bit unnerved by the vagueness of “cosmetic changes”. 

“I know this is scary, honey, but really it won’t be so bad when you get used to it. You’re in a very safe place - probably the safest in all of Avalir - and you have a loving, protective family. You’ll have everything you need, and I’ve been assigned to you as your full time royal nanny.”

“You? Not miss royal over there?”

Hazel laughed and shook her head. “The Queen could not be expected to take on such duties. I’m happy to assist in the day to day care of the newest addition to the royal family. Or course, that doesn’t mean you won’t spend lots of time with them too - your new mother, father, and siblings.”

He had so many questions he wanted to ask. A big part of him still was hoping that this would be a bad dream, that he would wake up again in his small, cramped apartment, ready for a day at his menial job which he hated. Even that seemed like a better option than what this place had in store for him. 

“Now, your public debut is in a few days, and it’s my job to make sure you’re ready for it. We’ll take things as slow as we can, of course, so as to not overwhelm you. But I’m going to need you to try your best with me. Okay hon?”

He stared her down sternly, as if he could somehow look intimidating enough to convince her to reverse this whole charade. That would have been enough of an impossible task without a diaper around his waist. He broke and sighed. 

“What do you want me to do?”

Hazel smiled. “Well, first thing we need to work on is your speaking. Nobody expects you to think like a baby, of course, but you do need to act more like one. You can speak as you like, but swearing - or potty-mouth - is a big no-no. I’m willing to let it slide because I know you’re scared, but you should avoid it whenever possible and definitely around the royal family. Understood?”

“I guess. What else?”

“Well, the general rule is whenever possible you should replace your vocabulary with that of a baby. Queen Charlotte will be Mommy, King Alexander will be Daddy, etc. You can call me Nana Hazel, or just Nana. Whatever you can think of to sound age appropriate.”

“Age appropriate… I’m a 28 year old guy and they really expect me to talk like a 2 year old? How do you deal with these people?”

“Princess, I’m giving you leeway because I know this is a lot to take in, but this is how things are done around here. I expect you to follow these rules, even when you’re just with Nana. Just maybe a bit less closely than when you’re around anyone else. Now, let me hear you say something. Say, ‘thank you Nana Hazel’.”

“Come on…”

“Lucille, no buts. Let me hear it.”

The way she had already switched to using his new name, Lucille, made him cringe. He once again realised there was little else he could do for this moment. 

“Thank you… Nana Hazel.”

“Good girl. I know this switch up is tricky, but it’s important for it to become second nature. We’ll work on it as we go. Next… let’s talk about the routines. Again, I know you won’t like a lot of this, but it has to be done. Just know that I’m always here to protect you. Okay?”

He swallowed in anticipation and didn’t answer. What next?

“So,” she began, sitting back in the rocking chair and placing him on her lap, “the first thing is the diapers. I’m sorry to say, but the grown-up potty is off limits. You’ll be using your diapers from now on - for number one and two.”

“Wait, what?!” Lucas wanted to burst out laughing at how ridiculous that was. How could he possibly use them for… that? Hazel giggled, a slightly condescending reaction which Lucas didn’t expect. 

“Did you think those little diapeys were just for looking cute, dear? I know it’s icky, but don’t worry, I’ll be handling all of your diaper changes. I’m very skilled, so we can have you cleaned up in no time. You can let me know when you need one, but try to remember the rule about using age-appropriate language. It’s also a no-no to demand changes faster, at least to other Amazons. Try to keep a low profile when it comes to that. Okay?”

Lucas didn’t respond. He was mortified. 

“Aside from that, I’ll be managing your new lifestyle for the most part. Bedtime will be early, and you’ll go down for a nap once a day. I’ll be feeding you, picking your outfits and dressing you, and giving you baths. Which, you will definitely be needing one later today.”

“How fun,” he quipped sarcastically. 

“But don’t worry honey, that’s just the boring routine stuff. Remember, you’re a princess of the royal family now - that means you can have anything you want to entertain yourself, within reason. We have a huge collection of toys, books, movies… and you saw the garden, so there’s plenty of space for you to get outdoors. You’ll be travelling the world and seeing the sights with mommy and daddy too. There’s a lot to be excited about!”

He could tell that Hazel felt bad for him in this situation, despite her already adopting an increasingly doting and condescending tone and referring to him by his new status. She was still trying to help him see the bright side of all this, though he certainly wasn’t seeing it. He decided to test her. 

“So, what, violent video games? Adult movies? I can have any of those?”

Hazel gave a deflated expression. “I said within reason, Lucille. You have to work with me here - it might not be what you’re used to, but don’t worry, I’ll try my best to make sure you’re entertained enough that you won’t have to pretend. Okay?”

He gave a courtesy nod. Honestly, he wasn’t even thinking of entertainment at this stage. His mind was still fixed on the diapers and their… intended usage. He was willing to hear her out, but he had no intention of letting this go on long. There had to be a way home. 

“Okay, now that’s out of the way, we should get you ready for the day. Let me get a few things together.” Hazel stood and placed Lucas back into the crib. Even with the railing lowered, it was high enough that it would take some effort for him to climb over it. He didn’t have the energy to even try, as much as he wanted to, so he simply sat on the blanket, arms crossed. 

As he watched Hazel move about the room grabbing various items, he took a real look around for the first time, having been dazed at first and then shocked with all of the revelations after. He noticed how this appeared to be a spacious nursery room, with pastel colours on the walls and cartoon decals along it, depicting princesses, puppies and sheep dancing merrily along. Aside from the crib, there was a large, rectangular table topped with smooth plastic-lined padding, and storage shelves built into the lower section. It took him a moment to work out what the enormous unit was, but quickly worked out that it was a changing table, complete with some kind of metal pail next to it. He shuddered and looked elsewhere. 

A large clothes drawer stood sturdily next to a walk in closet, clearly housing a large amount of clothing within as Hazel rummaged through it. In the corner at the foot of the crib, there was a pile of stuffed animals of various shapes and sizes - some of them seemingly bigger than Lucas himself. A small bookcase and basket full of various other colourful items, presumably toys, were not far off. He rolled his eyes now knowing he would be expected to pretend to find those things interesting. 

His attention turned back to Hazel, who was rummaging through something in the lower section of the closet. He noticed now as she was bent over that she had a noticeably large backside, especially given her immense size as an Amazon compared to him. Even through her refined and modest maid uniform, he noticed her overall appearance and understated beauty, but felt a ripple of shame a moment later. It wasn’t like him to stare, and he certainly didn’t imagine he’d have any chance of anything with her, or any other Amazon for that matter, and quickly put the idea out of his head. 

“Okie-dokie, I’ve picked out all your clothes for the day, princess. But first things first…”

Hazel picked Lucas up from the crib once more and sat him on her lap. In her hand, she held a hairbrush and immediately got to work straightening out his hair. The experience was immediately unpleasant - Lucas hadn’t gotten a haircut in some months, leaving it almost shoulder length, messy and unkempt, especially given his experience from the last two days. The knots in his hair were worked out one by one to his small yelps of pain, for which Hazel apologised and encouraged him that he was “almost done” numerous times. 

Eventually, she was telling the truth. His hair was now much neater, and he had to admit that it felt a lot better. He ran his fingers through it and noticed it hadn’t felt this soft in quite some time. 

“Huh… thanks, I guess.”

“Just one more thing.”

Hazel began working her fingers into each side of his hair, twisting it about in ways he couldn’t quite grasp as his head was pulled gently from side to side. As he saw her retrieve two bright pink accessories, he tried to wriggle his head free, but they were quickly wrapped around strands of his hair. Without being able to stop her at all, Hazel had just expertly tied his hair into two small pigtails. She smiled warmly down on him, admiring her work. 

“So cute! Now for your outfit.”

Once again placed in the crib, he noticed something strange for the first time. He ran his fingers along his legs, unusually aware of the sensation. His leg hair was gone! 

“Hey… what the…”

Noticing the hair on his arms was also gone, he almost dare not look at the next spot - but pulling away the waistband of his diaper, he confirmed that he now seemed to be completely hairless from the head down. 

“Huh?! Haz- uh… Nana Hazel…?”

Hazel saw him peering into his diaper and needed no further explanation. “Ah, yes… remember I mentioned certain cosmetic changes? Well, a routine procedure for Littles here is to remove all body hair below the head. It makes things much more hygienic and reinforces a Little’s role in the family. We applied you with a special cream during your bath time last night.”

“You can’t just put that stuff on me without asking! Don’t you know how messed up this is?”

“I know, honey, I know. But like I said, it’s common here, and Queen Charlotte became particularly insisted on it after she decided she wanted a girl. On the plus side… it’s permanent, so you won’t have to get it done again.”

That was not what Lucas considered a “bright side”. He had been rendered permanently smooth and hairless while he was unconscious. What else could they have done to him? He was beginning to realise just how little power he had. As he looked around the room, enormous in size from his perspective, as it was built for an Amazon, he wondered if escape would even be possible. 

“Oh, cheer up, sweetie… let’s get you dressed, huh?”

Lucas returned his gaze to Hazel, who was now holding up a dress - pink, with sequins and glittery trims, frills and short poofy sleeves, much like a smaller version of Charlotte’s. 

He groaned and fell over against the padded mattress beneath him. How could this be his life?

[Guilend]

I really like this story. I love that it’s a diaper dimension story and I like that it has castles and royalty. 
 

I am curious how the maids and the servants are punished and if the Nanny would get into trouble if it is discovered at how lenient she’s been with the new princess. 
 

(I am curious if Nanny’s bottom is bigger because of a diaper she’s wearing, for punishment or something she’s been keeping secret. Just something I thought of because it’s me lol.)

 

The princess needs to be patient and learn what she can. Out of all other Littles, she can have the most fun. Especially if she gets people she doesn’t like into trouble with the queen and watches them get punished. 

[BabySofia]

First, I want to tell you I really enjoyed this start! Accidental portal Littles always have some of the rudest awakenings, and this is certainly abrupt for our new princess! I like Nana - she's someone who is probably a good ally if she's smart! I do look forward to reading more!

Now, on the criticism... the way you uploaded this makes it very difficult to read. I'm going to give you my standard hints for dealing with this boards interface. My personal preference is to write on my local machine via Microsoft Word. I'll then edit it and paste the chapter into Google Docs. From there I download it as a Rich Text (.rtf) file. Copying and pasting from that into this board seems to get the best results. Not directly from Google Docs or Word - there needs to be that intermediary step to get rid of some formatting that carries over otherwise.

When you're writing, have whatever software you're using add in 6pt after a paragraph instead of doing an extra return carriage. When you do that on this site it doubles the space even more between lines and it's tough to read. I ended up copying it into another document in this case. The text is also microscopic compared to the standard text on the site. If you make sure you're set for the default size for your body text, it'll let us have our browsers resize text as needed.

Anyway, as I said - excellent start! Looking forward to more! 🙂

[Guilend]

15 minutes ago, BabySofia said:

First, I want to tell you I really enjoyed this start! Accidental portal Littles always have some of the rudest awakenings, and this is certainly abrupt for our new princess! I like Nana - she's someone who is probably a good ally if she's smart! I do look forward to reading more!

Now, on the criticism... the way you uploaded this makes it very difficult to read. I'm going to give you my standard hints for dealing with this boards interface. My personal preference is to write on my local machine via Microsoft Word. I'll then edit it and paste the chapter into Google Docs. From there I download it as a Rich Text (.rtf) file. Copying and pasting from that into this board seems to get the best results. Not directly from Google Docs or Word - there needs to be that intermediary step to get rid of some formatting that carries over otherwise.

When you're writing, have whatever software you're using add in 6pt after a paragraph instead of doing an extra return carriage. When you do that on this site it doubles the space even more between lines and it's tough to read. I ended up copying it into another document in this case. The text is also microscopic compared to the standard text on the site. If you make sure you're set for the default size for your body text, it'll let us have our browsers resize text as needed.

Anyway, as I said - excellent start! Looking forward to more! 🙂

Lol I was trying to figure out what you was talking about with the formatting and realized that I’m on a mobile phone and it looks just fine to me. The font size is a tad small, but even as blind as I am I don’t have an issue reading it. But when I thought about looking at it on the computer, I’d have the same issue as you. 

[codsterc10@msn.com]

Love it so far. Looking forward to reading more 

[paddedprincess3]

8 hours ago, BabySofia said:

First, I want to tell you I really enjoyed this start! Accidental portal Littles always have some of the rudest awakenings, and this is certainly abrupt for our new princess! I like Nana - she's someone who is probably a good ally if she's smart! I do look forward to reading more!

Now, on the criticism... the way you uploaded this makes it very difficult to read. I'm going to give you my standard hints for dealing with this boards interface. My personal preference is to write on my local machine via Microsoft Word. I'll then edit it and paste the chapter into Google Docs. From there I download it as a Rich Text (.rtf) file. Copying and pasting from that into this board seems to get the best results. Not directly from Google Docs or Word - there needs to be that intermediary step to get rid of some formatting that carries over otherwise.

When you're writing, have whatever software you're using add in 6pt after a paragraph instead of doing an extra return carriage. When you do that on this site it doubles the space even more between lines and it's tough to read. I ended up copying it into another document in this case. The text is also microscopic compared to the standard text on the site. If you make sure you're set for the default size for your body text, it'll let us have our browsers resize text as needed.

Anyway, as I said - excellent start! Looking forward to more! 🙂

Thank you for letting me know! I’ve updated the text of the first two chapters now, I hope it makes it easier to read. 

[BabySofia]

53 minutes ago, paddedprincess3 said:

Thank you for letting me know! I’ve updated the text of the first two chapters now, I hope it makes it easier to read. 

MUCH BETTER!!!! 💜

[Dirkimaus]

Nice Story, please moor.

[paddedprincess3]

Here’s chapter 3!

 

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Chapter Three

Lucas felt mortified in the hallways of the castle, bobbing up and down in Hazel’s grasp as she carried him away from the nursery room where he had been introduced to this new world of his. Having been fully dressed by Hazel, a process he tried his best to resist, the time had now come to introduce him to the full family. He had already met his new “mommy”, but as he’d heard, there were several others eagerly awaiting his arrival. 

He caught glimpses of himself in the mirrors that hung on the hallway walls, having already been subjected to a full body mirror in the nursery and was barely able to look at. He wore a pink, glittering dress whose skirt flared out thanks to rows of petticoats underneath. The skirt itself was already short enough, but the petticoats ensured that his diapered butt would be clearly visible from certain angles - a round, plastic puff amidst a sea of frills. His hair, still in pigtails, bobbed up and down as they made their way through. Tight Mary Jane shoes were strapped securely around his feet, with white frilly socks accentuating them underneath. With his now hairless arms and legs exposed by his outfit, he was acutely aware of the breeze as they moved through the halls. 

In every sense of the word, he looked like a princess. It didn’t help that Lucas had always been somewhat petite for his age - he remembers the teasing he’d gotten all through high school for his scrawny stature. Now that he was surrounded by literal giants, he hardly looked out of place being treated like a baby. 

“How long will this take?” He asked Hazel, trying to keep his voice low as they passed near a group of servants tending to the household. 

“Not too long. The royal family are quite busy, but they’re all quite eager to meet you.”

“Who is it I’ll be meeting again?”

“Well, you’ve met your mommy, Queen Charlotte, and then there’s daddy, King Alexander. You also have two siblings - a big sister named Princess Juliette and a big brother named Prince Leo. Juliette is young, so she’s eager to meet you!”

“Oh, I can’t wait.” Lucas rolled his eyes and spoke sarcastically. Hazel looked down with concern. 

“Lucille, just remember what I said about playing along. It’ll be over with quickly, okay? Then it’s just us again for a while.”

That brought him little encouragement. Hazel stopped outside a big door, ornately decorated with regal imagery. To Lucas, it appeared huge, like everything else in this castle. She knocked twice on the wooden door and gently opened it inward. Behind it was an immense hall, with all manner of furniture and artwork befitting a royal castle. For a brief moment, Lucas forgot his situation and took in the beauty of the room, feeling as though he were in a great art gallery in his world. His awe was quickly broken, however, by the shrill sound of Charlotte, his new mother, making her glee known with an echo. 

“There she is! Our new angel!” Charlotte clasped her hands together in delight as Hazel smiled and approached. Next to Charlotte were the three other family members - Alexander, standing proudly with an air of confidence and a look of subtle pride beaming from his eyes. Juliette stood next to her mother, and was grasping excitedly at the hem of her dress as Hazel approached. Juliette looked like a small version of her mother, and probably wasn’t more than 5-6 years old - still larger in size than Lucas, of course. Lastly, Leo stood off to the side, separated from the family somewhat. He watched as the new Little approached and looked none too happy about it. 

“Your highnesses, Princess Lucille. I’ve seen to it that she is ready for her first debut in the castle. She’s very excited, aren’t you my dear?”

Hazel looked to Lucas, who was suddenly overcome with intimidation upon meeting this quartet of very important looking people. He didn’t answer, instead only giving a small shy smile as a response. 

“Oh, she’s a shy thing,” Charlotte began as she took Lucas from Hazel’s arms, “hardly said a word when I saw her earlier. But don’t worry sweetheart, you’ll love it here, I promise.” Charlotte planted a kiss on Lucas’ forehead. The feeling of a giant pair of lips pressed against him made him shiver and he had to try hard to hold back a groan of disgust. Charlotte turned to face Alexander. 

“Look, my dear, this is your new daddy. Say hi daddy!” Charlotte grabbed Lucas’ hand and began gently swaying it back and forth in a mock wave towards the king. Then, a silence followed, seemingly with the expectation for Lucas to fill it. 

He froze up a little as Alexander looked at him. He was certainly an imposing figure - somewhat tall even for an Amazon, he towered above Lucas in a way nobody else he’d seen thus far had. He wore a regal tunic with a cape and shoulder pads which gave him a silhouette befitting his status. A thick but well-groomed beard concealed much of his face, but his eyes, while piercing and confident, did have a certain warmth to them. At this point, the silence was becoming uncomfortable, so Lucas had to speak up. 

“Um… h-hello.. daddy.” He cringed using the word “daddy”. He cringed even more when he remembered this would probably be the first time of many he’d have to say it. In return, Alexander smiled. 

“Hello, little one! Welcome to our family.” He gently took Lucas’ still-waving hand between his thumb and his index, rubbing it softly - Lucas supposed this was the closest thing he could do to a handshake when dealing with hands as comparatively tiny as his. 

Charlotte then turned to face Juliette, kneeling lower to the ground to put Lucas at her level. She was practically shaking on the spot with excitement, now fiddling with the hem of her own dress - Lucas noted that while still feminine, it was less ostentatiously so than the one he was wearing. Even next to this complete girly-girl, he was the girlier looking one. 

“Julie, this is your new baby sister, Lucille. She’s very special and came from the far away land I told you about, so I want you to be gentle with her, okay?” Charlotte leaned in closer so that Lucas and Juliette were in touching distance. 

“‘Kay mama! Hiii baby!!” She flung her arms around Lucas, pulling him into a tight hug while Charlotte held him firm. He squealed a little bit at being squeezed so tightly, but Juliette made sure not to squeeze so tightly as to hurt him. The hug lingered and Lucas began squirming a bit to escape it, not least because he was currently getting a face full of Juliette’s hair. 

“Alright sweetie, that’s enough, Lucille isn’t going anywhere! There will be lots of time for hugs.” With that she slowly pulled away from the hug, though still leaving her hands on Lucas, feeling his skin, his hair and his dress. 

“We’re gonna have lotsa fun baby! Omigosh, can I have a tea party with her, mama?!”

“Well darling, you should ask Miss Hazel, I’m sure baby Lucille has some settling in to do…”

“Nana Hazel? Can I?”

Hazel smiled warmly at Juliette. 
“We have a few things to tend to first, my dear - and I seem to remember a certain little girl has her studies today.” Lucas breathed an internal sigh of relief.

Juliette sulked a bit at the mention of her studies, prompting Charlotte to chuckle in agreement and Alexander to place a hand lovingly on his daughter. 

Hazel continued, “but once that’s done I don’t see why not!” Immediately Lucas felt the betrayal. He didn’t know one minute to the next whether Hazel would look out for him or throw him under the bus. It seemed she was very committed to her service to the royal family. 

“Leo, darling, don’t you want to come over here and meet your sister?” Charlotte turned Lucas to face towards Leo, who was still standing a ways off. He begrudgingly took a few steps forward. He looked to be about 15-16 years old. He was wearing a similar outfit to his father, but without the kingly decoration or the cape. He had Alexander’s piercing eyes, but his mother’s golden blonde hair as opposed to his father’s brown. He wore an expression on his face that signalled to all that he didn’t want to be there. 

“She’s not my sister,” he began flatly as he stood in front of Lucas and Charlotte, “she’s not royalty like us.” Lucas felt like praising Leo in agreement - aside from the feminine pronouns - but held his tongue. 

“Leonardo,” the king spoke with an authoritative strength, “we’ve talked about this. Your mother has decided to take Lucille into our family, and that means she is every bit as much a royal as you or Juliette.”

“That’s right,” Charlotte added, “Lucille is your sister and she is a princess of this family, and you owe her an apology.”

Leo rolled his eyes and looked at Lucas, who didn’t know where to look or what expression to make. Leo sighed and, feeling the pressure of his parents, gave a half-hearted apology, placing his hand on the top of Lucas’ head and patting it with a bit more forcefulness than Lucas would have liked. 

With the introductions made, Charlotte propped Lucas up and held him close to her chest. It was at this moment Lucas noticed that the queen’s bosom was quite large and not exactly hidden by the cut of the dress she was wearing. She seemed to press his face against her chest without a second thought, and Lucas could feel his whole face flush with red, feeling like he was breaking some kind of rule despite having no say in the matter. 

“Thank you again, Hazel.” Charlotte turned to the nanny and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You’ve done a wonderful job with her already - the dress is simply darling and I love her hair! Though it will look even better once it’s grown out a bit.”

Hazel nodded. “It’s a pleasure, your highness. The princess and I have already bonded well. I look forward to caring for her and attending to whatever needs the family has.” Hazel gripped her skirt on either end and gave a low curtsy. 

Charlotte noted the curtesy and looked to Lucas, still speaking to Hazel. “How are her legs? Can she stand well yet? She will need to start practicing her curtsy for the public debut in a few days time.”

Curtsy? He wanted to scream. Was there no end to the humiliation they were putting him through? He almost spoke out in protest, but thankfully for him, his speech was muffled as his mouth was pressed up against the bare skin of his mommy a bit too tightly for the moment, making it sound more like infantile babbling. 

“Her legs are still a bit weak, but the doctor is confident that will subside quickly. We have an appointment tomorrow to check in - rest assured, if her highness is able, I will teach her all the etiquette I can.”

“Wonderful! I’m so looking forward to it - and I know everyone else in Avalir is as well.” Charlotte looked down at Lucas with the pride of a mother - she really had accepted Lucas as her own child already. She absentmindedly began patting the seat of his diaper, each time the thick, padded plastic of the disposable crinkling with a volume that Lucas found truly degrading. 

Charlotte and Hazel continued speaking with each other. Suddenly, as Lucas was gritting his teeth in irritation, a feeling overcame him - a strange, urgent pressure in his bladder. It had arisen suddenly and without warning, but within seconds it was too great to ignore. He needed to pee - and now. Lucas momentarily began squirming in his mommy’s grasp, trying in vain to wriggle himself free in a desperate need to regain some kind of control over whatever was happening to him. When he couldn’t break free, he tried to vocalise his problem. 

“Ba-… bafroo…” his attempts to speak were once again stifled by the pressure of his face against Charlotte’s bosom. His desperation grew as did the immediate need for the bathroom. He was bewildered, as he had never had any kind of issue like this before. Second by second, the pressure became too great to ignore - and with a muffed whimper, he had no choice but to let loose. 

Charlotte and Hazel’s conversation was silenced by the unmistakable hissing of pee escaping into Lucas’ diaper. He squirmed around in the queen’s arms for a moment, fighting against the reality that was now setting in for him. The stream continued unbroken, saturating his diaper with a warm wetness that quickly spread all over. He closed his eyes tightly, praying for it to be over quickly - or better yet, for the ground to swallow him whole. 

“Oh my,” cooed Charlotte, whose hand was still resting on Lucas’ butt to support his weight. “I think someone is breaking in her diapey!” He grimaced even more, now trying to hide his face fully in Charlotte’s chest - an out of character move for him, but then again, this entire ordeal was out of character for him. He didn’t know what was happening to him, and wanted to be unseen.  

“Here, let me take her.” Hazel took Lucas back into her arms and cradled him gently as the last trickles of urine dripped into his diaper. The audible hissing subsided and Charlotte thanked Hazel. Meanwhile, Juliette was giggling. 

“Hehe! Pottypants, pottypants!” She chanted in a tone that was at once teasing and doting. She was clearly enamoured with having a baby in the family, and everything that entailed. 

“Hush Julie,” Charlotte tutted, “it’s not long ago you were in diapers yourself. Little Lucille can’t help it.” Juliette continued giggling. Leo had a look of mild disgust on his face as he watched the scene play out. 

“Yes, I think I’d better get her cleaned up and on with our day. If I may, your highness?” Hazel looked to the king. 

“Of course, of course. Thank you, Hazel.” Alexander signalled to her that she was dismissed and free to go about her business. Hazel lifted the hem of her skirt into a curtsy with her free hand, holding Lucas in her other by his now very wet bottom. She then took her leave, exiting the room as the rest of the royal family went to go about their own business. 

Lucas hid his face against Hazel’s dress in shame as they wandered back through the corridors. It seemed more of the castle staff had noticed his presence this time - although he could not bare to look, he could hear their intrigue and gleeful whispers as he passed them, the sound of maids commenting on how cute he was or how pretty his dress is. Hazel planted a gentle kiss onto the top of his forehead. 

“It’s alright, sweetie. You did wonderful. It’s done now, Nana will get you all cleaned up.”

They entered the nursery and she placed him gingerly onto the plastic-topped changing table. A belt was fastened across his waist, securing him on the table without much ability to wriggle free. He dared not look Hazel in the eye, and though he wanted to speak he couldn’t. What could he say? His face burned hot with shame as he looked up to the ceiling. He noticed that directly above the changing table, the ceiling  was decorated with painted stars and clouds which glowed gently. 

Hazel unfastened the two tapes holding the diaper together, each one ripping with a harsh scratch from the plastic padding and further cementing what he had done. With tears forming in the corners of his eyes, he covered his face with his hands, and Hazel got to work on the princess’s first diaper change, humming a soothing melody under her breath. 

[Moon3ye]

Very interesting idea and three great chapters so far. I'm excited to see how it continues.

[Guilend]

Great chapter. Good work. 

[Kat5]

17 hours ago, BabySofia said:

First, I want to tell you I really enjoyed this start! Accidental portal Littles always have some of the rudest awakenings, and this is certainly abrupt for our new princess! I like Nana - she's someone who is probably a good ally if she's smart! I do look forward to reading more!

Now, on the criticism... the way you uploaded this makes it very difficult to read. I'm going to give you my standard hints for dealing with this boards interface. My personal preference is to write on my local machine via Microsoft Word. I'll then edit it and paste the chapter into Google Docs. From there I download it as a Rich Text (.rtf) file. Copying and pasting from that into this board seems to get the best results. Not directly from Google Docs or Word - there needs to be that intermediary step to get rid of some formatting that carries over otherwise.

When you're writing, have whatever software you're using add in 6pt after a paragraph instead of doing an extra return carriage. When you do that on this site it doubles the space even more between lines and it's tough to read. I ended up copying it into another document in this case. The text is also microscopic compared to the standard text on the site. If you make sure you're set for the default size for your body text, it'll let us have our browsers resize text as needed.

Anyway, as I said - excellent start! Looking forward to more! 🙂

I still barely have the hang of all of that! 

[paddedprincess3]

Chapter Four

The diaper change was exactly as much an ordeal as Lucas expected it to be. The feeling of the dampened diaper, at first warm but very quickly becoming cold and soggy on the way to the nursery. The smell of pee filling the air as she got started. The feeling of the cold wet wipes which Hazel ensured got into every nook and cranny. The plumes of baby powder sprinkled all over. And the feeling of his legs being lifted high into the air by the ankles as a fresh diaper was slid underneath him. The whole thing only took a couple of minutes, but it might as well have been hours for Lucas. Hazel’s gentle coos and encouragement didn’t do much to help - Lucas was in no state of mind to even listen to it. 

When he finally came back to his senses, it was when the new diaper was being taped firmly around his waist and the strap across his abdomen released. 

“There, all better. See? Nana told you it wouldn’t be so bad.” Hazel dropped the wet, balled up diaper into the pail, where it landed with a loud thud, before shutting its lid and wiping her hands. 

“Not so bad?!” Lucas cried, tears still pooling around his eyes, threatening to spill over into full on bawling. “What was that? I… I’ve never… this has never happened to me before.”

Hazel nodded, sitting him upright on the changing table and straightening out the skirt of his dress. “I know, honey. It’s probably scary, I’m sure, but I promise there’s nothing wrong with you. This is just a side effect of being in this dimension…”

Lucas looked up at her in puzzlement. 

“You see… we don’t know exactly why, but there’s something about this dimension that causes certain… physical changes in Littles. The doctor explained it better than I can, but it’s something to do with the food, or the portal transfer… it can induce incontinence and a decrease in physical coordination. We’re seeing doctor Lowen tomorrow. She’s the royal physician and she’ll be able to explain everything.”

“Is… is it permanent?”

Hazel’s face twisted a tiny amount. “I’m… I’m not sure. Some Littles do improve over time, but others don’t as much. We won’t know until your checkup tomorrow.”

Lucas felt the tears flare up in his eyes again. “But you- you said this was temporary… the weakness, all of it. Did you lie to me?”

“Honey, I wouldn’t lie to you. The worst of the physical weakness should wear off, yes. But everything else, we’ll just have to wait and see. Like I said, lots of Littles go through what you’re going through and many of them do recover. We’ll take it one step at a time. Okay?”

Lucas couldn’t bring himself to answer. He felt like every new revelation was another nail in the coffin. He wiped away what tears he had on his cheeks and eyes, turning away as if to try and hide the fact from Hazel. She noticed immediately, of course, and pulled a handkerchief from her blouse and began wiping his tears gently away. She then placed it up against his nose. 

“Blow.”

He looked at her with indignation before blowing his nose into the handkerchief. Evidently he’d needed it, as holding in all those tears had blocked him up. She wiped his nose for whatever was left and put the handkerchief away. She then picked him up from the changing table and began gently bouncing him in her arms. 

“So? What do you think of your new family?” Hazel asked, trying to lighten the mood somehow, but not realising that leading with ‘new family’ wasn’t ideal. 

“They… definitely seem like royalty.”

Hazel chuckled. “Yes, they embody their positions well. Avalir may no longer be a direct monarchy, but the royal family is still very important to the people. They do their best to have a positive impact.”

“So they don’t have like… political power?”

“Not as such, no. They have great influence but their work is mostly cultural. You’ll see what I mean in time.”

Lucas nodded, thinking of the different family members. Charlotte seemed to be doting but somewhat aloof - happy to call herself ‘mommy’ but quick to hand him off to Hazel when something came up. Typical rich type, he thought. 

“What’s Leo’s deal?”

Hazel gave a knowing smile, still packing away various items into the changing table with her free hand. “Oh, you know teenagers. He can be a bit protective of the family image. He’ll lighten up, don’t worry. You and Juliette seemed to be fast friends, huh?”

Lucas shuddered. “If you can call it that… did you really have to offer me up to a tea party with her?”

“Oh Lucille, she’s your sister. Playtime is important for bonding. She’s such a sweet girl, really - she can get excited, but she’s just happy to have a girl close to her age in the family.”

“I am NOT a girl, or close to her age.” Lucas chided flatly. 

“You know what I mean… I’m just saying, sweetheart, there are far worse places you could have ended up. Not everyone is so kind to Littles in this dimension, and here you have everything you could ever need. And hey - I’m here with you too. And I’m happy to talk to you a little bit more like a grownup when we’re in private.”

Lucas begrudgingly nodded, acknowledging that she was indeed the only person talking to him like a person rather than an interesting new toy or something. 

“…That is, when I’m not wiping your cute little butt.” She snickered to herself, and Lucas crossed his arms and sulked. 

“Not funny.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Anyway, let’s head downstairs.”

—

Lucas was carried down another labyrinthine set of hallways and stairwells, apparently different to the ones he had been led down earlier to meet the family - not that he would have been able to tell. The castle was so large and the hallways so filled with similar looking decor that he was impressed that Hazel was able to navigate them with such ease. Eventually they came to a door. It wasn’t as grand and ostentatious as the one from earlier, but it did have one decoration on it. Hanging at the centre was a plaque in the shape of a number of building blocks, each in pastel colours. On each block was a letter - for a moment, his brain stalled as he tried to read it. The letters on the blocks were English ones, but their order was totally unusual and didn’t spell any word he recognised, or could even pronounce. He didn’t get a chance to ask about it before Hazel swung the door open. 

Before him was an expansive room, not quite the size of the hall from before, but for his small stature it was very large. A large, colourful mat sprawled across the floor decorated with flowers and bright green grass. On the far side of the room, there was a mass of stuffed animals piled into the corner, like in the nursery but boasting a larger and more varied collection. Various toys of different types were strewn about on the floor before them, all of it enclosed in a sort of mesh fencing which extended from wall to wall. 

Outside the fencing there was a large flatscreen TV on the wall, and before it a chair, somewhat low to the ground, which had a plastic console table built into it with all kinds of pieces that looked like they were designed to entertain. A small set of tables and chairs weren’t far off, and on the wall opposite the TV there was a large kitchen playset made of plastic next to an even larger plastic house. Colourful decals adorned every wall, and a soothing melody seemed to play from some unseen speaker. 

All of this was certainly a bit overstimulating for Lucas, as he didn’t know what to look at first. It was most certainly a playroom of some kind, and he guessed that’s what the sign on the door said. All of the items were sized for him but clearly intended for a baby. He shouldn’t have been surprised - he was a Little, and this was apparently how Amazons treated Littles, not to mention the fact that he was with royalty for whom money was no object. Still, he was taken aback by the scale of it all. 

“Welcome to your new playroom, sweetie! I figured you could use some time to unwind. You want toy time or TV time?”

“Uh…” his eyes scanned around, still taking in all of the information in front of him. The answer was simple, though, and he was glad to be given it as an option.  “TV time.”

“Okie-dokie!” Hazel carried him over and placed him into the baby chair, which was a bit like a baby walker only without the wheels. She tucked his legs into the holes and fastened the belt around his waist to secure him in place. With the short stands the chair sat on, his legs dangled so that the tips of his toes just barely touched the ground. Hazel tussled the top of his hair a little bit when she was satisfied that he was firmly in place, and then picked up the remote next to the TV. With the click of a button, the huge screen turned on and immediately started playing some kind of baby TV show. The title card flashed on screen - “Pippy & Pals” - though he wouldn’t know it was called that if not for the narration, still unable to read the text. Next to the title were a cast of cartoon animals, with Pippy - a cat wearing a dress - at the centre. 

He waited for Hazel to change the channel, but instead she turned to him. “Nana will be right over there if you need me, Lucille. Have fun!” With that, she walked away to the other side of the room. 

He was silent as she walked away and he returned his attention to the TV. “Oh,” he muttered, “of course.” He realised he had, somehow, expected something that he might actually be interested in watching to be put on. He didn’t know why he thought that - the habits that come with being treated like a grown man seem to die hard. He sighed and decided he would try to turn his brain off and make the most of it.  

And quickly he realised that couldn’t happen. This wasn’t a show like Bluey, which he’d caught glimpses of in his world, that could be reasonably enjoyed by anyone. This was more like Dora the Explorer, an educational show which features the characters speaking to their audience to teach them lessons. 

“What sound does the cow make?” Pippy asked, standing next to a cow friend. There was a long silence. “That’s right! Moo!”

Truly riveting stuff. 

He watched it go on and on. The show taught him that ducks go quack, that fire trucks are red, and to always say please and thank you. It was mind-numbing the longer it went on. 

“Wow! We sure learned a lot today, huh?” Pippy chirped. Another silence. 

“Nope.” Lucas muttered under his breath. 

“Good!” Pippy replied. 

For some reason, the absurdity of the exchange managed to illicit a laugh out of him. Maybe he was just that bored, and having to make his own entertainment. In any case, it seemed Hazel heard. 

“You like Pippy, huh?” She said from her chair not far from him. “We’ll have to put her on for you more often!”

Lucas sighed. He couldn’t win, even when he was making fun of it. Though he couldn’t see her, he turned his head around to Hazel’s direction to speak to her. 

“Hey- uh, N-Nana Hazel? Can we put something else on?”

She got up from her chair and walked over. “Oh, you don’t want Pippy? Let’s see what else we’ve got…”

She flicked through the guide on the TV. Various names flashed on screen, and Hazel asked what he was in the mood for. 

His eyes scanned the titles. Once again, he was unable to read any of it. Many of the letters, though not all, were recognisably English, but the titles themselves seemed to be gibberish. He squinted at the screen. 
“I- uh… I can’t… why can’t I read any of the writing?”

“Hm?” Hazel looked puzzled for a moment, before lighting up with realisation. “Oh! Of course, silly Nana. Amazonian English is quite a bit different to your English when written. Hm… we’ll do something about that. For now…”

Hazel then read the titles aloud to Lucas, one by one. And each one dashed his hopes of something halfway interesting being put on. “Baby’s World”, “Snufflekins”, “Princess Power”, the list went on. 

Lucas had enough, and interrupted Hazel sharply. “Come on, Hazel, can’t you just put something on that I actually want to watch?”

Her brow furrowed. “Honey, I know you’re stressed and this is all new, but a few things. One, do not raise your voice and interrupt Nana. Two, this TV is set for Littles, so it’s age-appropriate programming or nothing. And three, I know you’re a grown up in your world, Lucille, I do - and I’m willing to work with you. But the fact is that you’re going to be living a baby’s lifestyle here, so you need to learn to control your emotions.”

He simmered as she lectured him with a firm but not aggressive tone. 

“Now, you have some TV time left, and I expect you to sit and try to enjoy it. Do you want Pippy, or do you want Nana to pick for you?”

He struggled to think of something he could say to win this argument but eventually capitulated. “…Pippy. Whatever.”

She put Pippy back on the TV, but clearly wasn’t too pleased with his moody tone. Reaching over to one of the drawers along the wall, she retrieved something attached to a fabric strap. She clipped it to the front of Lucas’ dress, and he looked down to see what she was doing. “Wh-”

As soon as his mouth opened, he found it filled with the rubber bulb of a pacifier, its front shield pink to match his dress. Immediately as her hand left his mouth, he spat it out, sending it dangling against his chest with the strap in place. 
“Hey! Are you serious?!”

Hazel sighed. She picked up the pacifier and once again tried to shove it into his mouth, but he closed his lips tight. She was clearly running low on patience. 

“Lucille, I understand this is a lot to take in. Like I said, I’m willing to work with you, but you have to work with me too. If you behave like this in front of others, there will be trouble. I’m giving you one last chance to sit here, watch tv and keep this paci in your mouth. If you can’t do that, I’ll have to punish you. Now, Nana doesn’t want that at all, so please.”

The word “punishment” and the vagueness of it chilled him, and his tough facade - as tough as he could look in a pink dress and a diaper - quickly faded. Slowly and sullenly, he opened his mouth and allowed the pacifier to re-enter, his lips closing around it. 

“Good girl. Nana isn’t mad, okay? I just want you to try this out and try to enjoy it. I’ll be right over there.” Hazel kissed him on the forehead and left his side. 

“Can you say ‘mama’?” Pippy chimed in, inquisitive as ever. 

Lucas couldn’t say much of anything, the rubber nipple filling most of his mouth and the guard of the pacifier bobbing against his lips as he began to suck absent-mindedly. He sunk further into his baby seat and prepared to be bored with Pippy & Pals once again. 

—

Almost 40 minutes of Pippy & Pals followed, which nearly bored Lucas to sleep. When the credits rolled, he heard a beep from behind him, in the direction of Hazel. 

“Oh, look at the time…” he heard her say to herself. She arose from her chair and lifted Lucas out of his before carrying him away - not towards the door, but towards the playpen. She placed him behind he mesh wall on the soft mat below, surrounded by toys. 

“Okay hon, it’s lunch time so Nana’s gonna go get you some nummies. Wait right here, I’ll only be a minute.” She smiled and gave his cheek a gentle pinch before heading out. She closed the door behind her, and for the first time all day, Lucas was actually alone. 

Immediately, he spat the pacifier out, letting it dangle from his dress and feeling far too much triumph for what was a trivial act of defiance. He then took a look around the playpen - he didn’t expect to find anything in here that was more entertaining than what he’d been subjected to on TV. His feelings were confirmed when, in his immediate vicinity at least, he could only find dolls, toy telephones, and building blocks. Nothing that interested him in the slightest. 

Lucas decided to stretch his legs. He’d been carried pretty much everywhere all day, and hadn’t gotten a real chance to move around- his muscles were still feeling kinda rough from the portal transit. Planting his two feet down, he rose upwards - and straight away he could tell something wasn’t right. He felt unsteady, unbalanced on his own feet - his legs began to wobble and he had to adjust his footing several times just standing there. 

“Woah… hold on…” balancing himself was no easy task. He remembered that Hazel said the effects would wear off, but she was vague on when. Adding to the fact that, for now, he apparently had little bladder control, he knew his body was in a rough state. His lack of coordination was not helped by the padding around his waist, which was so thick he had difficulty even keeping his legs together. Nevertheless, he continued to take some steps forward, to where he didn’t even know. 

One… two… three, four… fi-

After only a few short steps, uncoordinated and varying back and forth in position, his legs could carry him no more, and Alex fell backwards, stumbling over his own feet and falling on his butt. Thankfully, the abundance of padding - both from the mat and the diaper - was more than enough to save him from a sore behind as he hit the ground. He huffed, tried to stand on his feet again, but fell back once more. He was getting so frustrated by this stage - not only had everything else been taken from him, but his own body was now giving him trouble. He fell sideways, landing on the soft cushioning of a giant teddy bear bigger than he was. 

It was now his mind began to wander, going back to what he had known as his world only a couple of short days ago. His box apartment where he lived alone, his dead-end job in a convenience store, his lack of a social life… even his family barely kept contact with him. He wondered, if Hazel was right - if he could truly never go home - who would even miss him? His job would be filled within a week, and who knows how long it would take for his distant family members to notice he was gone. 

Then he thought about what Hazel was saying, about how lucky he was to have landed where he did. He was taken care of, yes, but at what cost? His independence, his dignity, his whole life. He was facing an uncertain future, and he didn’t know whether to miss his boring old life or fight to get it back in the face of a life of diapers, dresses and dolls. It seemed to him a lose-lose. 

“Okay princess, let’s get you fed!” Hazel had returned without him noticing, too lost in contemplation as he was. She opened the gate of the playpen and quickly scooped him up into her arms. “Lunch is ready in the dining room.”

He sighed as he watched the giant teddy bear move further and further away, feeling a pit in his stomach like he was leaving the comfort of a therapy session to whatever unknowns awaited him next. 

[Guilend]

Good chapter and great world building. At least Nana was gone for a bit and it’s possible she had gone to the bathroom while out of the picture. It’s annoying to me sometimes when in a diaper dimension story (or a diaper story where n general) Amazons or none diapered characters, seem to either never need the bathroom or only goes once a day or so, while one in diapers seems to go through 5+ almost leaking diapers. 

[paddedprincess3]

9 hours ago, Guilend said:

Good chapter and great world building. At least Nana was gone for a bit and it’s possible she had gone to the bathroom while out of the picture. It’s annoying to me sometimes when in a diaper dimension story (or a diaper story where n general) Amazons or none diapered characters, seem to either never need the bathroom or only goes once a day or so, while one in diapers seems to go through 5+ almost leaking diapers. 

Haha yeah, Nana certainly has a full time job caring for Lucas so she’ll need all the breaks she can get! Glad you’re enjoying, hoping to have the next chapter done today!

[Kat5]

Okay! Caught up!

Excellent work, I am enjoying the story, and very good world building. I already feel bad for Lucas. A flash of light and waking up two days later in another workd surround by giants wanting to baby you is bad enough! Add in the twist and it's even more stressful!

[fire07]

I'm loving this. I can't wait to see what comes next for our little princess. It's a shame she can't see the upsides to her new lifestyle because I would give just about anything to take her place. 

[paddedprincess3]

17 minutes ago, Kat5 said:

Okay! Caught up!

Excellent work, I am enjoying the story, and very good world building. I already feel bad for Lucas. A flash of light and waking up two days later in another workd surround by giants wanting to baby you is bad enough! Add in the twist and it's even more stressful!

Thank you so much! I’m glad you’re enjoying it. It’s definitely a whirlwind experience for Lucas and I hope to put the twist to some interesting directions in the coming chapters. 
 

9 minutes ago, fire07 said:

I'm loving this. I can't wait to see what comes next for our little princess. It's a shame she can't see the upsides to her new lifestyle because I would give just about anything to take her place. 

There are many things Lucas will need to get used to… but more than a few benefits to being a baby princess!

[paddedprincess3]

Chapter 5

The dining room was, as you’d expect, fit for a king. A long, sturdy wooden table with a number of matching chairs along it and a glistening chandelier hanging above. The table was already being set in several spots by other maids, taking the greatest care to ensure that every utensil and napkin was being placed in their most proper position. 

Lucas, of course, got no such service. Where one space for a big wooden chair should be, he sat in a large high chair, its tray secured in place to remove any ability for him to escape it. Lucas noted that despite being in the royal castle, this high chair, though certainly of good quality, wasn’t much different to any other high chair, being made of light blue plastic. He guessed that babies didn’t need fancy so much as functional - even royal babies. 

A pair of arms wrapped around Lucas and fastened something around his neck. Securing Velcro straps at the back, it seemed to be a bib, upturned at the bottom to form a small pocket. He noticed the hands were not Hazel’s, given their notable wrinkles, and must have been one of the other maids. 

His feeling was confirmed when she spoke. “There you are, your little highness.” She said, with the professional tone of a maid who’s been in this job for a long time.

“Oh, Miss Amanda - thank you.” Hazel’s voice could be heard entering the room from behind. She was putting a phone away into one of the pockets built into her apron. 

“Let me know if there’s anything else, Miss Hazel.” The other maids were starting to take their leave with two spaces set at the dining table opposite Lucas’s high chair. Hazel sat down next to him and placed two items on the tray in front of him. The first was a plastic bowl decorated with fairies and separated into segments. Two of the segments were filled, one with apple slices and the other with banana slices. He noted that given these were Amazonian fruits, they must have had to be cut up to a very small size to be palatable to him. In any case, there wasn’t a lot of it, only two or three slices per fruit. 

There was a lot more of what laid next to the bowl - a jar of what he quickly recognised as baby food. Although he couldn’t read the writing on the label, the images of broccoli and peas on it left little doubt to what was inside. His stomach churned a bit just looking at the jar and the off-green colour of the purée inside. 

“Thanks for waiting, honey. Just had to get a few things ready. Now, you want your fruits or veggies first?”

He looked at the options and his stomach growled. Indeed, it had been a couple days since he had a real meal - he wasn’t even sure how they kept him fed for the couple days he was unconscious, but he was certainly feeling his hunger now. The fruits looked fine, but the purée did not. He found himself longing for an actual meal. 

“Can’t I have something more… you know, filling, Nana Hazel?”

Hazel frowned a bit in sympathy. “I know it’s not what you’re used to. Believe me, I would love to give you something familiar, but the fact is that Amazon food is just too much for a Little’s tummy. In terms of solids, fruit and other small snacks is about all it can handle. That’s why this purée is formulated for Littles, to make sure you get lots of nutrition. But look - it’s made of yummy veggies! Why don’t we start with that?”

She opened the lid of the jar with a pop and Lucas immediately regretted not just asking to start with the fruit instead of trying once again in vain to talk his way out of it. Hazel picked up a small plastic spoon and dug it into the jar, lifting out a spoonful of the runny, goopy food. She slowly approached his mouth with it, smiling warmly. 

Lucas sighed and decided he was too hungry to turn down food right now, no matter how unappetising. He hesitantly opened his mouth and in the spoon went. As he took the purée from the spoon, Hazel cooed and told him what a good girl he was. 

The food was worse than he expected. Immediately he was hit with the flavours of vegetables - broccoli and peas, as the label suggested, and probably some others he couldn’t place. He didn’t mind eating vegetables at home, but whatever they did to them to make this purée made them taste truly unpleasant. The consistency didn’t help, as it was at runny while simultaneously containing pieces of miscellaneous vegetables within. Without being able to control himself, he sputtered it up as he swallowed. A small amount of it began running from his lip down to his chin as he coughed gently, the rest of the purée making its way down his throat with difficulty. 

“Whoopsie,” Hazel chimed, as Lucas attempted to wipe the errant food off his mouth with his hand. Hazel was quicker, and managed to scoop it up in the spoon and shove it right back into his mouth, much to his dismay. 

“Wait, I-” he didn’t have much time to protest before he was eating another spoonful, and another. Each time he opened his mouth to speak, the spoon found its way in with short order. Finally with a gap between bites, he thought to protest in a more effective way. As the spoon approached his lips, he closed them tight and began facing his head away.  

“Lucille, you need to eat it all for Nana, okay? It’s not so bad, look.” With that, Hazel took a spoonful of the baby food into her own mouth to show Lucas. “Mmm!” She gave a somewhat convincing display, but Lucas was pretty sure he could see a hint of her true reaction in her eyes, and it wasn’t a pleasant one. 

“See? Just a little more, princess.”

“I saw tha-”

And another spoonful went in. Hazel was no novice when it came to feeding, and knew exactly when to exploit the openings. 

Spoon after spoon, Lucas forced down the baby food, sometimes spitting up small amounts in disgust. While most of the time it was scooped right back into his mouth, the remainder was caught by his bib. He felt that being spoonfed by someone else only made the ordeal even more messy than it had to be, and thought that if he had control of the spoon he could at least shovel it down quicker. 

As the jar reached the halfway empty point, Hazel put the spoon down and began wiping around the corners of Lucas’ stained green mouth with his bib. 

“There we go, all done. Well, with the purée at least. Let’s get you some nice fruits now.”

Admittedly, he was glad to be getting the slices to wash away the taste of the baby food, and to get some normal food into him. He was far more eager in taking the spoonfuls, though the residual taste of the purée on the spoon was an unwelcome addition he did his best to ignore. With only a small amount of fruit on the bowl, it was gone in short order. 

“Good girl!” Hazel beamed him a smile as he swallowed the last of the fruit. She opened the safety latch of the high chair and slid the tray away from him, picking him up out of it and sitting back down in her chair, Lucas atop her lap. 

“Man,” Lucas thought to himself, “I’m still hungry…” despite eating what felt like a mountain of baby food, puréed vegetables aren’t exactly filling and the fruits, while tasty, didn’t help much. What he wouldn’t give for a sandwich or something - he never thought he’d miss the simple meals he made himself to scrape by on a budget back in his home dimension. But he figured he might be able to get a little wiggle room - after all, he was royalty now, or so he was told. Surely gourmet meals existed for Littles?

He turned to Hazel, thinking to bring up the subject to her, but was taken aback by the sight of her unbuttoning her blouse. In fact, several were already unbuttoned. He was puzzled, and only more so when he saw her pull her unbuttoned blouse to the side, revealing her plain blue bra. Immediately he started to blush.  

“W-what are you…?”

Finally, with an elegant motion of her fingers,  she let loose a clasp at the top of the cup, sending it falling downward. Out popped Hazel’s bare breast - plump, firm, and her nipple only inches away from his face. 

“Woah!!”

Lucas leapt back in shock, with Hazel just about catching him in to stop him from tumbling off of her lap. 

“What are you doing?!” He implored, trying to look her in the eye and not the chest. 

“Huh? What’s the… ohhh. I must have forgotten to mention… ah, silly Nana…” she placed a hand to her head in self-scolding. 

“Forgotten to mention what?!”

“Shush, honey, shh…” Hazel looked to the open doorway, where a group of maids were passing within earshot. She quieted her own volume as well and waited until they had left before continuing. 

“Okay… Lucille, remember how I told you earlier that Amazon food is too much for a Little’s tummy?”

He nodded. 

“Well… the purée and snacks help, for sure, but they just can’t form the basis of a Little’s entire diet. They don’t have enough nutrients on their own. In order to keep you healthy, I’m going to be breastfeeding you.”

“Oh my god.” he immediately turned his head away, placing his face into his palm. He couldn’t believe he was hearing this. 

“I know, I know it’s a shock. Nana should have told you sooner, I’m sorry baby.” She rubbed his back in consolation. “Believe me, I would love to give you an all-solid diet, but… there really is nothing more nutritious for a Little than Amazon milk.”

He turned back to look at her, his face twisted in indignation, burning red hot. Her eyes gave a look of genuine sympathy which told him this was the truth, not some charade he had to play along with. His eyes scanned down cautiously until they arrived at the nipple sitting in front of his face. It was now he was noticing just how large Hazel’s breasts really were, having been concealed somewhat behind the maid’s neat blouse. In the time since she had taken her breast out, a bead of white milk had formed on the tip, glistening in the chandelier light like a pearl. 

He grimaced, every fibre of him saying not to do it. “So… I just…”

Nana smiled warmly. “Just open your mouth, honey. Nana will take care of it.” She placed a hand on the back of his head and repositioned him a bit in her lap so he laid across it comfortably. He took one last look at her face for reassurance before taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, and opening his mouth. He felt her hand guide his head gently until he felt her bare skin touching his lips. 

“Now, latch… gently, baby…”

He complied and closed his lips around her nipple. With the size of it, her nipple practically filled the entirety of his mouth. He was cautious, thinking of how much it would probably hurt if his teeth got anywhere near it. He knew what came next, but waited still for Nana’s encouragement. 

“You can suckle, Lucille.”

Instantly, the milk began to flow out of Nana and down Lucas’ throat. The amount startled him, causing him to sputter a bit as he dealt with the volume of milk pouring into his mouth. 

“There you go, princess… juuust like that…” 

The taste was… not unpleasant, but not what he expected. He didn’t know what to expect, really - he guessed he was expecting cow’s milk, which it was similar to, but had a distinct flavour that was unlike anything else he could compare it to. Rhythmically he continued suckling, taking in the flow of milk, swallowing it as fast as he could before the next wave came. Hazel gently rubbed the back of his head with her fingers as she held him in place and cooed softly to encourage him. Of course, he still kept his eyes shut - he didn’t know how he could possibly look at her while he did this. 

Hazel sighed deeply with content, letting her shoulders relax. She seemed to get a great physical relief from the Princess finally getting to nurse. Slowly, the rhythmic suckling combined with the warmth of the milk in Lucas’ mouth started to put him into a kind of trance. His mind wandered further and further away, and Hazel began humming a soft lullaby which drifted him off into a bleary-eyed slumber. 

Even as he slept, he heard flashes of voices - some familiar, some not, none of them clear. At some point, he fluttered his eyes open and saw he was still suckling away - though now at the opposite breast, having been switched over at some point. It was difficult to make out, but as his eyes fluttered closed again, he felt he could see a face - not Hazel’s, for this face was at his level, smiling at him. 

It took him a moment before he realised it was Juliette, standing beside Hazel and looking at him suckling in awe. 
“Sooo cute…!” He heard her say. He tried to murmur something, though he didn’t know what - probably to tell Juliette to go away - but Hazel’s gentle rocking quickly put him back to his sleep. 

When he came to again, he was swaying back and forth, and had been slung over Hazel’s shoulder. She was standing now, holding him against her and rocking back and forth. She began to gently pat his back, each pat rousing him awake a little bit more. His bib sat between his face and Hazel’s shoulder, and he noticed he was drooling into it profusely. The pats continued, and Lucas felt a pressure building within him. A few moments were all it took for the pressure to be relieved as a small amount of the milk came back up, the spit-up seeping into the bib harmlessly. Following that, the pats managed to elicit a few small burps from the Little, until Hazel was satisfied and pulled him off her shoulder to look at him. 

“There you go, all done. How do you feel?”

He was feeling woozy. If he wasn’t full before, he certainly was now - for not being a solid that milk did an incredible job of filling him. He also felt a bit swimmy in his head, not exactly like being tipsy, but the closest thing to it. He looked at Hazel, who still had the bib with milky spit-up over her shoulder and her left breast hanging out of her nursing bra, smiling at him with a look of genuine pride. It was like she truly believed he had accomplished something. 

“I’m … ‘kay… urp..” 

“I’m so glad. You did wonderful, Lucille, really.” She kissed him on the forehead before propping him up in one of her arms, using the other to close up her bra and blouse and then remove the bib from her shoulder. She pointed him towards the other side of the table. “And look - it’s your brother and sister!”

Sitting there were Juliette and Leo, eating their lunches as had been set out by the maids earlier. Juliette was looking at Lucas with a big smile plastered across her face, while Leo was trying his best to look anywhere but Lucas’ direction. He looked rather mortified, and buried himself in his phone. 

“Hi baby! Me and Leo are takin’ a break from classes. Can I hold her Miss Hazel?”

“Uuugh…” Lucas groaned. 

“She’s still a little queasy from her lunch, Princess. You can hold her later, okay?”

Juliette looked deflated. “Okaaay…” 

Leo finally looked up. “Miss Hazel… must you feed her like that in the dining room? Surely the nursery would be more…appropriate?”

Hazel gave him a look of disapproval. “Now Prince, your mother and father have given me authority in managing your sister’s routine. I feel it’s very appropriate to feed her in the dining room - this is where royal family members dine, after all. Is there an issue?”

“Forgive me if I want to avoid getting spit up on me while I eat.” He sulked, looking back to his plate. 

“Rest assured, the only one getting spit up on is me, and it’s a duty I’m happy to accept. Unless your highness would like to help burp her next time?”

He scoffed. “I’ll pass.” With that, he finished the last of his food, and took his leave from the dining room. Hazel looked to Juliette. “Darling, you’d better join your brother. Your classes will be resuming soon, yes?”

Juliette pouted. “Hmph… fine.” She kicked her chair from under the table and stepped to the floor, revealing a small booster seat she had been sitting on to reach the table. As she left she continued grumbling. “Babies are sooo lucky… no stupid classes or nothin’… just cartoons and toys aaall day.” She continued even as she left the room, prompting a fond giggle from Hazel. 

“Oh, those two… bet you’re full now, huh?”

Lucas had had a few moments to collect his thoughts and was now more himself again. “Very.”

She kissed the top of his head. “Good. Amazon milk is very filling, and it can make you sleepy like that. Sorry again to just spring it on you… I really thought I’d mentioned it this morning. It’s been a hectic few days. Why don’t we get you some fresh air, huh?”

Hazel carried Lucas outside as Miss Amanda and the other maids moved in to begin clearing the table. 

—

Hazel and Lucas sat outside on a large patio overlooking the green fields of the castle grounds. Hazel sat on one of the steps, sitting Lucas securely in place between her legs as the two of them looked out at the scenery. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

He couldn’t help but nod in agreement. The way the wind swept across the grass to create waves, like a vibrant ocean of green. Even with the walls enclosing the castle grounds, he could see the tops of buildings from the town beyond, and overhead was a beautifully deep blue sky with vivid clouds. 

“Biggest garden I’ve ever seen…”

“What kind of place did you live in? Back in your dimension?”

He thought for a moment. “A city. Not a big one… it was mostly just grey buildings and streets. Tiny apartment, dead end job… honestly, the only exercise I got was on my bike.” He perked up a bit and turned toward Hazel. “Where is my bike, anyway?”

“Ah… well, we found it alongside you… just over there, in fact.” She pointed to the spot across the lawn where he had apparently landed some days ago. “But, well… let’s just say you landed in much better shape than your bike did.”

He sighed. That bike cost him nearly a month’s wages. He had to work so much overtime for that bike. It was also the bike that landed him here, so he guessed he shouldn’t miss it too much. 

“Would you like another? Like I said, you’re royalty. We can get you whatever you like.”

“Seriously? You’d let me ride a bike - you and the family?”

“I don’t see why not. Of course, I can’t promise it will be like your old one. But we he have ample space to ride it on the grounds - I’ll see what can be done.”

He nodded. That would be something, at least. He was going to make it a priority to get his body back in shape - he’d need to if he was going to get back to his world. 

“So… Leo and Juliette’s classes?” He inquired. 

“As royals, they are obligated to be well educated in a variety of subjects. To be symbols for the people, they must learn of the world beyond their castle. Science, literature, history… it’s quite comprehensive.”

“And me? Since I’m, you know… a royal too, I guess.” Calling himself a royal felt so unnatural given his background. 

“You’re a Little, so you won’t be expected to learn to the same degree they do. There will be classes, but they’ll be… somewhat differently structured.”

He knew it was a bad idea to ask, but he did anyway. “Such as…?”

She thought a moment. “Well, truth be told I’m not sure. I won’t be teaching all of them, as they have specialist tutors for specific topics. But I will be teaching you in your etiquette class.”

He remembered earlier when he met the family, Charlotte and Hazel had mentioned something about that. “What’s that?”

“Well, again, since you’re a Little, there isn’t much etiquette you’ll be expected to learn, but there are a few things. As a princess, you’ll need to be able to properly curtsy, for one thing. Then there’s poise for photos and public appearances, polite manners, etc.”

Lucas sighed. It’s bad enough to be a baby here, but a royal baby with responsibility just seemed silly. “You seem to know an awful lot about this. Have you cared for a lot of… uh… Littles?”

“Well, not as such, no… I was named royal nanny for Juliette after she was born and I cared for her for many years. When your Mommy decided she wanted to adopt a Little, I started brushing up on the specifics of Little care. There are differences, but the skills for caring for an Amazonian baby and a Little are largely transferable.”

“Yeah… I’ll bet.”

“And now here you are, fallen from the sky like a little miracle!” She gently poked his side, causing him to squirm a bit. “Tell me, is there anything fun you’d like to do? Any outings, activities? Something to make things a bit more pleasant for you.”

“Well, I can think of lots of things, but I don’t think you’d approve.”

She tutted playfully. “You’re probably right. How about the zoo?”

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to a zoo, but he did like animals. “Zoo… yeah, I could do that.”

She nodded. “Done. It’ll have to wait until after your royal debut, of course.”

“You keep bringing that up. What is it? I don’t think I like the sound of it.”

She patted him gently on the head. “Don’t worry, you’ll learn all about that soon. For now, why don’t we get a little more playtime in?”

Without waiting for an answer, she lifted him up and began carrying him through the garden, around one of the corners of the castle. As he looked at the grounds, he noted uniformed security guards patrolling around. There for the family’s protection, he thought - though for him it made it feel all the more like a prison. Along a cobblestone path with flower bushes either side, they passed through a gate which led to a full-sized playground, enclosed and fully featured - a slide, swing set, and a pretend castle.

“Woah… you guys just have this here?”  

Hazel giggled. “Well, it is a castle. What should we try first… maybe the swing?”

Lucas grimaced and placed a hand on his still unsettled tummy. 

Hazel nodded. “Right, right… maybe not with a tummy full of milk.”

He scanned around for something that wouldn’t require much effort on his part, given how wobbly his legs still were. Eventually, he landed on the best available option and pointed to it. “Sandbox?”

She thought for a moment. “Hmmm.. I shouldn’t, since you’re in your nice pretty dress today… but I’m sure I can get you cleaned up. Just don’t tell mommy, okay?” He nodded and she placed him down in the sand gingerly. She then took off his shoes and socks, leaving him barefoot. The sandbox had within it a spade, bucket, and the remains of sandcastles, built presumably by Juliette. There were also a couple of pastel pony dolls scattered around. 

“Oh look, ponies for you to play with! Your lucky day, huh? Nana will be just over there if you need me.” She kissed him atop the head and walked over to a nearby bench, where she sat and watched him get to work in the sand. 

Although he wasn’t exactly too pleased with having to play and be watched doing it, at least the sandbox offered him the chance to do something constructive. He got to work shovelling sand into piles to then be formed into a castle. Looking over at the actual castle across the lawn, he figured that would be a perfect model to emulate.

He attempted to recreate it as best he could, but dry sand was a bit more difficult to mould when compared to wet beach sand. His attempt at recreating Castle Avalir ended up a bit more underwhelming than he’d hoped. He picked up one of the ponies - pastel pink with flowing purple hair - before shrugging and placing it atop the crumbling tower at the centre. 

As he sat back to admire his modest work, he was shocked by a sudden burst of pain in his abdomen. It shot through his stomach and deeper, accompanied by a loud rumbling. “Ooof…” he vocalised to himself, clutching his stomach with both hands. Though it came in waves of severity, the pain and pressure would not relent, drawing increasingly loud vocalisations from him. 

“You okay, Lucille?”

“Y-yeah… fine.” He was lying, of course, but figured this was his stomach fighting him for what had been put into it. Half a jar of baby food and two breasts worth of milk isn’t an easy combo. Trying not to move too much, he started digging a moat around his castle, hoping it would get his mind off the pain. 

His attempts were in vain. He dug as much of it as he could from his current position, but eventually reached a point where he would have to move to continue. With trepidation, he got on all fours to crawl around the other side of the castle. As he took the first baby steps, the pain shot back anew - this time accompanied by another loud noise, this time from his bottom. 

Red faced, he turned his head toward Hazel, trying to see if she had heard him. She hadn’t, having taken the moment to check check her phone - evidently a work phone by her concentrated expression. Once again, he let out another fart, muffled by his diaper’s thick padding. 

It was now he knew what was coming. He tried to clench himself, hoping it would pass, but to no avail. He knew he needed help now, and swallowed his pride. 

“H… Nana?”

Hazel looked up. “Yes sweetie?” She saw Lucas in the sandbox, on all fours with his diaper facing out towards her. 

“I’m uh… I feel a little…” Hazel immediately jumped into action, walking quickly over towards Lucas.

“What’s wrong honey?”

He grasped the sand between his clenching fingers. “I’m… I think I need…”

Those were all the words he could get out before a final, muffled toot from his diaper sealed his fate. 

[Guilend]

Wonderful chapter. It seems Nana is also a wet nurse. Nice. I was curious what her previous station was. I assumed they just promoted some random maid to the position when he arrived through the portal and depending on how she does, might replace her with someone else when they had time to search for someone. It didn’t occur to me that they’d already have a Nanny, it should have. Hopefully they don’t run into the queen while the princess’s dress is covered in sand. The Nanny might have to sleep on her stomach that night. 😁

[paddedprincess3]

Thanks everyone for your feedback and all of the likes on the chapters (I saw they were the most liked posts the past two days, which is crazy!). I’m progressing well on the next couple chapters and at least the next one should be posted today. 
 

Just out of my own curiosity, what are everyone’s thoughts on the characters besides Lucas and Hazel? I’m glad to see the two leads are being received well but wanted to get a feel for how everyone thinks of the royal family, as I’d like to involve them more as it goes on. Any feedback or suggestions are always welcomed. Thanks again!

[Mihochan]

I think Leo and Juliette are behaving appropriately for their age. However, based on my idea of royalty, I would expect Leo to behave a little differently. Since Leo doesn't like Lucielle's presence (at least during this period), I would expect him to behave in a slightly more authoritarian manner. Or at least in a more dismissive manner. I would expect him to behave in a slightly superior manner. I find Juliette's behavior to be within reason. 1. She is not that old yet and probably hasn't figured out how much power she has. 2. She seems to be very happy about her little sister.
I'm not sure about Charlotte and Alexander yet. I haven't learned enough about them yet. However, given Amazons' normally exaggerated maternal instincts, I would have expected a little more mothering from her.

I am already looking forward to the next chapter.

[paddedprincess3]

18 minutes ago, Mihochan said:

I think Leo and Juliette are behaving appropriately for their age. However, based on my idea of royalty, I would expect Leo to behave a little differently. Since Leo doesn't like Lucielle's presence (at least during this period), I would expect him to behave in a slightly more authoritarian manner. Or at least in a more dismissive manner. I would expect him to behave in a slightly superior manner. I find Juliette's behavior to be within reason. 1. She is not that old yet and probably hasn't figured out how much power she has. 2. She seems to be very happy about her little sister.
I'm not sure about Charlotte and Alexander yet. I haven't learned enough about them yet. However, given Amazons' normally exaggerated maternal instincts, I would have expected a little more mothering from her.

I am already looking forward to the next chapter.

Thank you! I hope to make Leo & Charlotte’s thoughts and feelings more apparent with time. 

[Mihochan]

I already thought we would soon learn more about the whole family and other characters. I'm already excited to see how the debut turns out, how the nobles react to Lucielle, and how Juliette and Leo's friends react.