“No, Aimee, for the millionth time, I won’t diaper you. You’re my roommate, not my baby. I’m sorry your job sucks, but do you really want to just throw away your adulthood?” Fiona was exasperated at her roommate’s constant attempts to get her to Amazon-up and baby her. She kept finding Little goods catalogs casually left around the apartment, showing happy Amazon mommies cuddling their fully-grown adult Littles. They watched the news together, they both knew how bad it could be on other islands. Catalon, for example, didn’t even see Littles as persons. They were second-class citizens at best, pets at worst. No Little there went undiapered. Here on Gaule things were drastically different. Gaule still had a thriving native Little population, most of them fully functioning adults.
“Fiona, c’mon… we’ve known each other forever. You can’t honestly say you haven’t wanted to see me in a diaper, even one time?” Aimee blinked her long black eyelashes at her roommate. She had her blonde hair in ringlets and was wearing a pink t-shirt with Tinkerbell on it, Patron Saint of Diapered Littles, under her shortalls. She purposefully dressed in a way that made her cute and vulnerable. She had the blonde hair and blue eyes that most Amazons prized, but Fiona just wouldn’t budge.
“I can honestly say I have never wanted to see you in a diaper, you silly Little. If you want to be adopted that badly, why don’t you just go stand in the middle of a store and pee yourself?” Fiona folded her arms across her chest, covering up the TARDIS on her worn t-shirt. She leaned away slightly from her pushy roomie.
“Owie,” Aimee frowned, “I don’t want just anyone, Fi… if I did that, who knows what would happen. I could end up in an orphanage or something, I don’t want that. And my job sucks more than you can even imagine. And it’s not like you need my help to pay the rent! You just got promoted AGAIN.” Fiona would be the perfect mommy, Aimee just knew it. She knew that if she could just get her friend to buckle once, to see how wonderful it was to snuggle someone who needed you, everything would just fall into place. She stared up into her friend’s green eyes, reaching up and flipping her tight brown ponytail. Fiona hated makeup and her long hair, she’d shave it off if she could, but she needed it in her climb to the top at work.
“I have zero interest in taking care of someone’s diapers, and you’re an adult. You’re my friend. We play games and watch movies. And yes, I got promoted but that doesn’t mean you can just give up on being an adult. How is your job that bad?”
“I’m a greeter, Fiona. A greeter. I greet people. I stand on top of a big platform in a cutesy costume and I welcome people into the store. For eight hours. Each day. I already wear diapers at the store, they’re not a big deal. They’re actually really comfy. I hate changing myself though, and I hate using our stupid giant toilet here.” Fiona didn’t mind all the Little-aid devices that were around the house that allowed Aimee to live a normal, adult life. The ladder on the toilet didn’t seem like it would be that bad to her.
“Tough nuggets, Aims. I’m not changing your diapers, you aren’t my Little. If you’re so keen on being a baby, why haven’t you put out an ad or gotten adopted by someone while you’re on the job?”
“Oh yeah, I want someone I don’t know, or someone who works at the same awful store as I do as my mommy. No. My badge says clearly that I’m licensed, nobody can claim me without my permission. I give you permission!” Aimee flung herself into Fiona’s arms, knocking Fiona’s controller out of her hands, clutching at her shirt and clinging to her.
“Ugh,” Fiona pushed the Little back onto her own couch cushion, “For the last time, no. And it’s your turn to cook tonight. Finish your move in the game and go start dinner while I take my turn.”
“It’s not fair,” Aimee whined, turning back to the TV and picking up her controller, “I thought all you Amazons had crazy hormones that made you want to baby cute Littles like me.” Aimee put in her orders, instructing her civilization that all Littles should be diapered no matter what, which caused her international reputation to plummet. She ended up making choices like these in most of the games they played, Littles ended up diapered like it was the way things were supposed to be. Fiona thought her dear friend should probably visit a therapist to talk about it, but any time she pressed the issue, things went very badly.
“You’re not as cute as you think,” Fiona tickled her roommate as she delivered the joke, “And who would honestly want to wipe someone else’s butt? I’ve never understood it.”
“You’re supposed to want to, we’re supposed to be irresistible. I know it’s not me, I get asked to come home with a customer at least once a week,” Aimee sighed, knowing not to push this too far, Fiona would get really upset if anyone implied she was abnormal, “I just wish you wanted me that way, Fi. You’re really great.” Fiona allowed Aimee to lay her blonde curls across her Amazon lap. Aimee finished her turn from this odd angle, it didn’t matter that they watched each others’ turns - they always had it set so they were in a permanent alliance. It was always the two of them against the world.
With a dramatic sigh, Aimee put the controller down on the coffee table and trudged to the kitchen. Aimee was actually a really good cook, she had this knack for knowing exactly what spices and what proportions to use, she never used a cookbook or a recipe. Tonight was chicken enchiladas, one of Fiona’s absolute favorite of Aimee’s dishes. Fiona chose to dream of her wonderful, gooey, cheesy chicken delights rather than focusing on how Aimee was getting incredibly pushy again. She hadn’t pushed this hard in a while, things must actually be pretty rough at her job. The last time she got in a big fight at work, before she changed jobs, Aimee had actually started having “accidents” in the apartment, but Fiona had made it clear that she was either to take care of her own diapers or find another place to live. They’d been friends forever, but she just wasn’t going to deal with that. Aimee’s bladder control returned miraculously shortly afterward.
Aimee was right, they didn’t need her money to pay for anything in the apartment. Fiona had just made VP at work and money was not an issue… but she really, truthfully had no interest in owning a Little. She never had, no one in her family did. She had grown up very nearby a Little community and had been friends with many in her youth, the thought of treating her good friend like a baby was just weird. She didn’t understand why anyone would want it at all. Littles were adults, they weren’t as smart or as strong as an Amazon, but they grew up and learned things and had thoughts and feelings just like anyone. They could be productive members of society, they could fall in love. Not that Fiona understood a lot about love, either.
She focused on her turn, using her civilization to make peace on behalf of their alliance. The President of her democratic government was a Little, and had to spend a lot of time explaining her backwards partner’s anti-Little attitudes. Honestly, it made the game more challenging. Fiona hated it when they teamed up and the game was too easy, she may as well just play solitaire. But she got to build up her military to defend Aimee’s borders and work out the diplomacy, while at the same time protecting her own Littles from the worldwide attitude shift that Aimee’s civ caused.
Dinner was wonderful as always, Aimee put Fiona’s own culinary skills completely to shame. The spanish rice and black beans were perfect. Fiona took just a moment to wipe the footprints off the countertops, it was totally and completely worth it. As was the deal, Fiona took care of all of the dishes on Aimee’s night to cook. She helped Aimee down from her Littles chair and took her cartoonish pony plate and rubber fork. Aimee bought those with her own money, she wasn’t going to make her get rid of them. If Aimee really wanted to wear diapers and be a baby, that was fine… as long as she did her share of the chores, kept cooking her wonderful meals, and took care of her own diapers. In fairness, Aimee’s share of the chores was smaller. She had to go to extra effort to make meals large enough to satisfy Fiona’s Amazonian hunger so Fiona took care of the majority of the chores in general, especially the ones that would require more strength than Aimee had. Fiona took care of most of the dishes and the garbage, Aimee did a lot of the cooking and always took care of her own laundry.
As usual, the pair stayed up a little bit too late playing their game. Aimee fell asleep on the couch during a particularly difficult turn for Fiona, who carried her off to bed and tucked her in. Aimee had to struggle very hard not to smile as her giant friend carried her, cradled in her strong arms. She “fell asleep” like this quite often, she’d hate to tip off Fiona that it wasn’t always real. Being carried was addictive though, Fiona was always so careful, so gentle. Before leaving the Little’s bedroom with its tiny furniture, she shook her head as she picked up a fallen pacifier and dropped it on Aimee’s desk. She slipped out quietly and closed the door, then closed the smaller, Little door as well with a soft click.
Fiona was pretty sure that her Little friend’s longing was just a “grass is always greener” situation, she wouldn’t actually like life as a babified Little. And even though she had mentioned it, she would be heartbroken if an Amazon came and took her best friend away from her. Somehow she didn’t think she’d be able to go have video game playdates as a visitor in a nursery. She sighed as she climbed into her own normal-sized bed, fully expecting to wake up to Aimee snuggled in her arms in the morning. The thought brought a smile. They were best friends, but Fiona really did love Aimee in a way. She wasn’t exactly sure in what way, and she wouldn’t ever call the feeling “love”, but she knew it was there.
Her thoughts turned to the stresses of her new position. She was rubbing elbows with a different class of people now, there was a big difference between being a Senior Director in the firm and a Vice-President. Tomorrow was the start of her second week in her new office on the 14th floor, and she was still finding her footing. She wasn’t used to having a secretary or having to talk to people outside the firm as part of the job. It was a new skill set she was having to hone. She had the knowledge and the expertise from the internal-facing side, but she had to succeed in this external interfacing capacity if she were going to continue her climb. It had been a long, hard road but she hadn’t reached the peak yet. And she wasn’t going to give that dream up for anything. Fiona was on a path to make her mark on the whole world, not just to help bring products to the market that made Little lives easier in Gaule, she wanted to reach a position where she could help Native Littles everywhere.
Aimee struggled down from the booster seat in the back seat of the car and let herself out. She crossed in front of Fiona’s car and waved to her friend to let her know she was okay. Aimee still had to go put on her uniform, it was in the breakroom with her work diapers. Fiona waved back, her hair coiffed perfectly and her dark blue suit immaculate. A gold bracelet glinted on Fiona’s wrist as she waved, and then she was gone. Off to live the life of someone with power, while Aimee struggled into her diaper and her hated costume to stand and wave at people who barely paid her any mind. She wished that Fiona would change her mind, even if it was just for a week, and let her be the baby. Stay home, watch TV, snuggle… it sounded amazing. The ultimate vacation, free from all cares and worries, she wouldn’t have to do anything at all…
“Hey mascot,” the voice snapped her back to reality. Kurt. “Need help getting into your diapers?”
“Kurt, that sounds suspiciously like sexual harassment to me, do I need to go talk with Helen again?” Aimee whirled on him, hands on her hips. Kurt was a jerk, he was only a couple of feet taller than her. He was one of those In-Betweeners who made themselves feel better by being mean to Littles, he was the personification of the idiom ‘Shit rolls downhill’. His greasy brown mop hung down into his eyes and his face was broken out in blemishes, he just didn’t seem to care enough to take care of himself. He wore the standard uniform, black slacks with a brown collared shirt. He leered at her as he responded.
“Offering to help a Little into a diaper isn’t sexual harassment any more than offering to help a fish flopping on the ground back into the water. You know where you belong, baby girl. Like all Littles, you’re just waiting for the right Amazon to scoop you up and whisk you off to a life of bottles and diapers. Everyone knows you like your work uniform.”
“Go fuck yourself, Kurt,” the Little stormed off toward the employee ready area, Kurt couldn’t see the tears in her eyes as she left. What hurt the most was that he was right, though. If Fiona offered to sweep her away to a life of cribs and bottles, she’d take it with glee. It was her favorite fantasy. But Kurt made her feel like she was betraying Littles everywhere just by having these feelings.
Being Little in an Amazon’s world sucks, why shouldn’t I want to be cared for and loved? Work sucks, having to struggle to climb everything sucks, finding transportation sucks. Why is it so wrong to want Fiona to just pick me up and carry me? If diapers go with that, fine by me - they’re cute and comfy anyway. She was consumed by her thoughts as she locked the door of the employee ready room and stripped. I should probably go to the bathroom first, she thought - she almost always did that first, but Kurt threw her routine off. She laid down and powdered herself as best she could, pulling the medical-looking plain white diaper up between her legs and fastening the tapes. She’d be standing up on the greeting platform for the next eight hours with only a few breaks and the bathroom was on the other side of the store. She had learned quickly that if she spent her break time using the bathroom… she never got a break.
Aimee toddled out of the ready room in her neck-to-toe teddy bear costume, the round ear headband atop her blonde curls. The original costume had a head, but they found the customers responded much better to Aimee’s bouncing locks, so the manager modified it. They’d actually done an empirical study and discovered that Aimee provided a not insignificant boost in sales when she was the greeter… but they didn’t tell her that, of course.
“Hey Aimee,” Helen’s voice came from behind Aimee as she toddled toward the front of the store, “Need a lift?”
“Sure, I’d like that,” Aimee agreed, raising her arms. She liked being carried in general, especially when she was having trouble getting around like she did in the bear costume. Helen was a true giantess, too - she was easily a foot taller than the average Amazon, so Aimee felt delightfully small in her arms. Helen scooped her up and smiled down at her as she walked toward the front of the store. “Are you okay? You look a little upset.”
“You mean I look like an upset Little,” Aimee joked, “Kurt was just being a jerk, saying stuff about how Littles belong in diapers, his usual stuff. It just got to me today.”
“I can talk to him if you’d like,” Helen offered, smiling down at Aimee. She had thought about offering to adopt Aimee before, but she had never worked up the courage. Aimee already had to deal with wearing diapers as part of her job, she probably hated the idea of being babied, or so Helen thought. She carried Aimee in one arm and ran her fingers through her short-cut blonde hair. She had brown eyes to Aimee’s blue, but they were similar enough in complexion that you could believe for a moment that Aimee was really Helen’s relative. “He’s got to stop picking on you, it’s unprofessional.”
“Thanks, Helen… but no,” Aimee declined as Helen placed her on the platform above the carts at the front of the store, “I’ll handle it. I’ll try not to let him get me down. Thanks for looking out for me.”
“Any time, Aimee. You’re a good friend to me,” Helen smiled warmly at the Little dressed as a teddy bear, but Aimee didn’t pick up on the sad longing that hid just behind that smile.
“You’re a great friend too, Helen,” she waved as her giant friend walked away. She turned toward the people walking into the store and shouted, “Welcome to Sir Bearington’s! Be sure to check out our special on Little ladders! They’re beary great!”
Fiona pulled the sedan into her designated parking spot, close to the building. Of all the small perks that came with the new title, the reserved spot was one she enjoyed quite a lot. Her car looked a bit out of place, a simple Honda sandwiched in between a pair of BMWs. She didn’t have much practice at being one of the “fancy people”, but this was part of the game you had to play if you wanted enough power to make a real difference. She’d have to upgrade her car soon, after another month or two in her new job. Fiona hated buying things on credit, she had an old-fashioned philosophy of wanting pay for things outright and not be beholden to anyone.
She smoothed a wrinkle from her skirt as she slid out of the car, grabbing her briefcase from the passenger seat. She sighed at the cheeseburger wrappers Aims had left in the back seat, she’d have to get her Little roommate to clean those up, she couldn’t afford the hit to her image at work. They’d just have to excuse her for now, the booster seat would provide all the explanation she needed for the moment. The elevator ride to the 14th floor was pleasant, if a little lonely… as Senior Director she mingled with her product team a lot, now that she was VP she was a little isolated up there with the executives, but this still felt like the right move.
“Good morning, Miss Marr,” Carol’s voice floated across the office as soon as Fiona stepped out of the elevator. This was the hardest thing for her get used to, having a dedicated assistant. She and several other Directors had shared an office assistant before, so it wasn’t the fact that her only job was to help out… it was just that Carol’s only duty at all was to help Fiona. Carol was a little bit older than Fiona, but not by much. Today she was wearing a classic red blouse with a lovely gold necklace that matched her gold hoops, her earlobes exposed by her high braided honey brown hair. She was an earth tone and her makeup was perfect with just a touch of eye shadow ad the faintest gloss on her lips. Carol was an expert at wearing just enough makeup to look like she wasn’t wearing any at all.
“Good morning, Carol. But please, call me Fiona,” Fiona reminded her gently. She’d been with the company for a long time, almost as long as I had, but always as an executive assistant.
“Right, sorry Miss M… Fiona,” Carol was very good at her job, but old habits die hard, “Your 11 AM called, Mr. Whitmore, he can’t come to the office for the meeting today but he said he’d be happy to meet with you at the club.”
The club, Fiona cursed in her head. She didn’t have a membership yet, but she knew she’d need one eventually. Osmium was an fairly exclusive club that many of the movers-and-shakers she’d need to interface with belonged to. A lot of business was done there, and getting on the membership roll was on Fiona’s to do list. It was looking like that one would get crossed off sooner rather than later.
“Please confirm with Mr. Whitmore, I’ll be happy to meet him at Osmium,” she smiled to Carol as she strode into her office, but she wasn’t exactly happy. “Please move my 1 o’clock to allow for travel time.” Carol chirped a confirmation, the one PM was an internal briefing, it could wait. Getting Mr. Whitmore’s agency to approve the new designs for the Little Pilot seat her team was working on for testing by actual Littles. The design was revolutionary, it used a low-latency neural interface that when installed and configured would allow a Little to drive a full sized car with no further modifications. Littles could technically drive currently, but not all roads had a Little lane, and it was still very dangerous for them, most Littles relied on ride-shares which had their own risks, or public transportation. This would give Littles worldwide more freedom than they had had… well, possibly ever. Lawrence Whitmore was the head of the LPSA, the Littles Product Safety Administration, and Fiona needed his agency to sign off on the testing before they could go any further. It wouldn’t be easy due to the social ramifications of the new product, and getting to Mr. Whitmore himself was the fastest strategy.
Fiona sat down at her desk and started with the emails that had piled up overnight. She knew the morning would fly by in no time and she’d have to be on her way to the club, she’d need time to do the membership application… there was no time to waste.
Greeting felt like such a waste of time. She just said the same thing over and over - it could be done by a robot, why did they want an actual Little in a bear costume shouting at customers?
“Oh my, the cute mascot is working again today,” she heard a passing Amazon remark. "I like her much better than the one with the bear mask, she’s so adorable! Did you see her ringlets… " the conversation faded as they walked away, but Aimee felt good. She liked knowing that people thought she was cute. Of course, most of the Little customers didn’t seem to approve of her getup, neither the ones who walked in of their own will nor the ones riding in the front of a cart, sucking on a pacifier. She watched jealously as an Amazon mommy pushed a Little girl into the store, the girl had very similar ringlets to Aimee’s own. If only that were Fiona and me, she daydreamed for a moment, a dream of Fiona pushing her in a cart like that… leaning forward and squeezing her diaper and remarking how she would need to be changed soon…
“Gaule to Aimee,” Kurt’s voice shattered her daydream into a million pieces, “Helen’s been calling you on the intercom, dummy. Walk your bear butt to her office and then take your break.”
“Ugh,” she groaned, “Thanks Kurt,” she said grudgingly as he helped her down off the platform.
“Sure thing, squirt. Hey, sorry I was rough on you this morning. I… had a bad night,” he walked off before she could respond, but any kind of apology was nice. Aimee wondered if Helen had said something to him. Waddling to the manager’s office in a wet diaper and a bear costume took forever, she wondered if she’d have any break time at all when this was done.
“Great job representing us Littles,” a Little man in a t-shirt and jeans said snidely as she passed, “I can smell your piss from here.” Aimee blushed and hurried on, she knew she should have gone before putting the costume on, she was wetter than usual for this time of day and the medical grade diapers the company provided weren’t the best, it was barely 11 AM - there was still a lot of time left in the workday. By the time she made it to Helen’s office, she was fighting tears, feeling betrayed by her own desires. Yes, she was wearing the diaper for the job… but she’d gladly let Fiona diaper her for real, all she had to do was ask. It felt like her fellow Littles could see that hidden desire, and they hated her for her traitorous feelings.
She pushed open the Little-sized door cut out in the larger door to the manager’s office and closed it quietly behind her.
“Helen? I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you calling me over the intercom, I was shouting at people to buy ladders,” Aimee walked into the office looking for her giant boss, faking a smile, “What’s up?”
“Aimee,” Helen smiled from the enormous desk. She got up from her seat and crouched down to be “on the level”, as they said. “I have great news! You’re Employee of the Month! We’ve gotten so many compliments on your greeting that they’re giving you a $100 gift card to the store as thanks. And I get to give it to you,” Helen beamed a genuine smile at Aimee as she handed over the card in a gold holder. “Great job, Aimee. Your picture will be up in the entrance this month. Congratulations!”
“Wow,” Aimee stammered a bit, genuinely surprised, “Thanks Helen, I had no idea I was even being considered!”
“Take an extra ten minutes on your break and keep up the good work, Aimee.” Helen was genuinely proud of the Little, and it took everything she had not to scoop her up and give her a big hug. The smile on the girl’s face lit up Helen’s entire world. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to sweep up this cute thing and snuggle her, to feed her and protect her and never let anything make her sad ever again. She had really laid into Kurt this morning, she watched him like a hawk for a screw-up and nailed him to the wall for it. Something about Aimee brought out every Amazon instinct in Helen… and it took incredible willpower to keep that in check, especially because she already knew that this wonderful Little was already diapered, and probably wet too.
Aimee felt light as a feather as she headed back to the ready room to stash her giftcard and change her diaper, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“Oh, what a cute Little, where’s your mommy?” the woman asked, bending over Aimee in a way that was intended to intimidate her. Her accent said clearly that she wasn’t from around here, “Your diapee smells so wet, Little one. Let’s get you to your mommy so you can be changed.”
“Back off, lady,” Aimee said grumpily, holding up her employee badge, “It says clearly that I’m licensed. I’m on my way to change right now, thank you very much.”
“Oh,” the woman practically hissed as she stormed away, “You shouldn’t send false signals, brat. This island is so backwards, it’s ridiculous.”
“Have a nice day,” Aimee called after her in her most pleasant tone, but more quietly added, “I hope you trip and break a bone.” She was grateful for her license, it kept her from being scooped up by just anyone… there was only one woman she wanted as her mommy. And she doesn’t want me, Aimee thought bitterly to herself as she reached the ready room, …yet, she finished the thought with a smile.
Fiona’s car was sorely out of place in the sea of Audis, BMWs, and Lexuses as she parked in the guest lot of Osmium. The grounds were enormous and the clubhouse was austere and intimidating. On her way up the stairs to the entrance, she passed a man in a power suit with a red tie talking on his phone as a Little in a poofy princess dress ran to keep up with him, the lead to her reins held in his left hand. She shook her head, feeling badly for the poor Little. This was the kind of thing she was out to fix.
“Good morning, ma’am,” she was greeted warmly by a man in a black turtleneck behind a counter. He was balding on top, his hair shaved short to hide it, “Can I help you?”
“Yes, I’m a bit early for my meeting with Mr. Whitmore. I don’t suppose you could help me with a membership application?” I smiled warmly to him as I strode over to the counter.
“Of course, madam,” the man smiled pleasantly, but didn’t move an inch, “I just need to know the name of your sponsor and the name, gender, and age range of your Little.” The sponsor she had expected, she already worked it out with her boss that she would use his name… the part about the Little was a surprise.
“Dean Jackstone is my sponsor,” she smiled, handing him a card with perfect confidence.
“Mr. Jackstone, really! Oh he is a fine member, quite well-liked,” he took the card, his demeanor warming, they went through the initial paperwork and were just about done when he asked, “And your Little?”
“I don’t have a Little currently,” Fiona stated this quite matter-of-factly.
“I’m afraid all members must have a Little, Miss Marr. It’s part of the club bylaws. I’ll be happy to let you in today for your meeting with Mr. Whitmore, but just for today. Only members are allowed is Osmium, and they expect all members to support our care facility for Littles. Adopt yourself a Little and we’ll finish your application. I’m sure you could have one today in your position.” He sounded a little jealous.
Ugh, I don’t even want a Little, what am I going to do about this membership? Fiona wondered to herself as she entered the club proper. The entire right wall of the club was glass, looking down into a giant plastic jungle. Dozens of Littles ran and played in there, obvious diapers on display. Fiona shook her head, this is what she was trying to fight, not trying to encourage. The man from the desk led her deeper into the club, she was in what looked like a large restaurant, waiters bustled about, various bigwigs were dining or drinking. Littles were obviously meant to be seen and not heard in this part of the club, the few that were in the dining area had auto-feeder pacifier-bottles strapped to their faces for their meals, or were otherwise silenced by breasts or restraining pacifiers. All conversation was done in hushed tones, silence was apparently golden.
The balding man led her to a back corner, what looked like private booths… each booth had its own curtain. She was asked to wait while he peeked into a curtain, she only waited a moment, he returned and motioned for her to enter the right side of the curtained booth. Lawrence Whitmore, a very large, very wide man sat across from her. He had tiny, round glasses perched on his nose… they had to be for show, it was very rare that someone who needed vision correction had a condition that couldn’t be solved with an easy surgery. He had a pencil-thin black mustache and a dusting of gray hair on top of his head. The position of his bushy white eyebrows indicated that he was in a serious mood at the moment.
“Miss Marr,” he greeted me. His booth was lavish, the seats were a soft leather and there was plenty of room between the seat and the table. There was a Little in the corner, strapped into a booster seat with his elbows secured to the table, his hands forced to hold a bottle that he sucked from, his eyes closed. He was dressed in shortalls with a blue shirt underneath… why in the world would Aimee want that? “You’ve got quite an interesting project that you’re working on. Do you really think Littles can be trusted to drive?” He looked pointedly at his captive Little.
“The majority of Gaule’s Littles are perfectly capable, Mr. Whitmore. They have jobs, they pay taxes, and they are perfectly capable adults. It’s true that there are some Littles who shouldn’t be driving,” I smile at his Little, hating myself just a bit, "but I doubt any Amazon is going to allow their diapered Little to get a license, unless you intend for Little… "
“Rusty,” Lawrence smiled, with what looked like genuine love.
“Little Rusty here to chauffeur you?” Fiona finished with a smirk, hating herself just a bit more. The mental image caused the large businessman to laugh heartily, and Rusty blushed deeply, looking very much like he wished the world would swallow him whole. "We both know that Littles are big business, both in diapers and in the workforce. And giving them this mobility will increase their employability and thus their spending. I know I’ll be making some strategic investments when this product is ready for market… " she finished with a sly smile.
A waiter came and took their order - Fiona hadn’t really intended to eat here, but Lawrence insisted. Fiona kept herself to a simple club sandwich and chips, Lawrence had quite a large steak with all the trimmings. She stayed and ate lunch with him and they talked stocks and sports while he spoonfed his Little some of what looked like yogurt. Rusty still hadn’t spoken a word. This meeting was running much longer than she had intended, Fiona was very glad she had already asked Carol to move her 1 PM.
“You’ve definitely piqued my interest,” Lawrence turned back to Fiona’s original topic after the meal was concluded. “Unfortunately, I’m out of time for today. Would you be willing to meet me here again on Thursday? I want to review your plans personally, have you explain them, and if I’m satisfied I will personally promote your Little Pilot to the department.”
“That is exactly what I was hoping to hear, Mr. Whitmore,” I smiled, “It was a pleasure to meet you, Rusty.” His Little blushed and hid his face in his still-secured hands, which caused Lawrence to laugh. Fiona slid out of the booth with her briefcase and made her way for the exit, pondering the best way to secure her membership…
It was like Amazons were all members of the same club, they all seemed to have the same jokes. Aimee had just heard the, “Oh she’d look cuter in a crib,” joke for the hundredth time today, but nothing was going to get her down. She was Employee of the Month and it felt great. All the cooing and fawning over her, the not even whispered questions about whether or not she was diapered under the costume only reinforced the fact that she was desirable goods to Aimee. Fiona should be begging to change her diaper! She was so cute, she was the Little every Amazon wanted, it just didn’t make sense. They had been best friends forever, why didn’t Fiona want to take things to the next level? Aimee shook the thoughts away, focusing on the crowd.
“Good afternoon sir,” she greeted a Little as he walked in, “Welcome to Sir Bearington’s!”
“Thanks,” he said gruffly, grabbing a cart and heading inside.
“Hello pretty lady,” she smiled and batted her eyes at an incoming Amazon, she didn’t have a Little but seemed like the type who wanted one. She wore a simple blue dress and sandals, and had a lovely blue leather purse that matched her outfit. “Welcome to Sir Bearington’s!”
“Oh my goodness, aren’t you the cutest thing?” the Amazon cooed up at her on her platform. “Does your mommy work here, sweetie?”
Normally this sort of thing annoyed Aimee a bit, but she was feeling so good today. Knowing that Helen and the company appreciated her work made all the difference in the world and she was feeling really good about greeting people. The whole day just felt brighter after the lunch break, which she spent a good chunk of the time staring at the gold envelope. She wasn’t even sure what she wanted to buy with it.
“No pretty lady,” she smiled, wishing she could curl a finger through her hair… but all she had was a bear paw, “I don’t have a mommy, I’m licensed.”
“Oh, such a shame. A cute little thing like you shouldn’t have to work, although you’re doing a wonderful job!”
I know, right? Aimee agreed silently. [I]I shouldn’t have to work, I’m cute!
“Thank you ma’am,” Aimee smiled, “I like my job though and my Amazon bestie would be disappointed in me if I gave it up.” The first half of the sentence would have been a lie just this morning, but Aimee was feeling really good about the job today, it was silly what a big difference a gesture of thanks had on the attitude.
“Well, not everyone can have the right opinion on what a cute thing like you should be doing with her time, I suppose,” the lady smiled, “If you were my Little, I’d never let you go.”
“Aww, that’s nice,” Aimee smiled, knowing full well that the nicest gesture from the nicest Amazon could just be a trap. Once a Little was adopted, there was no way out. You only wanted to enter that kind of relationship if you knew you wanted it to be forever… like it should be with Fiona. Wonderful Fiona, Aimee fawned, who would never hurt me or make me do anything unfun. This lady seemed nice, but for all Aimee knew, she was a total sadist with a fully decked out punishment nursery waiting. Some Littles liked that, after all… Aimee, not so much.
“Would you like to go to dinner with me sometime, cutie?” The Amazon flashed an amazingly white smile… it was dazzling.
"I uh… " Aimee was sorely tempted, dating an Amazon while licensed was mostly safe, as long as she didn’t get full-on kidnapped. This lady didn’t seem like the predatory type…
“Aimee,” Helen’s voice came from behind her, “I need your help with something. Are you available?” Helen had been watching this whole scene unfold and a cold fear gripped her heart. She couldn’t bear to see Aimee get abducted, sometimes the nicest-seeming Amazons were the craziest ones. This particular lady looked like the type who wouldn’t give Helen the time of day, so she was immediately distrustful. Amazon women tended not to like Helen, or so she felt, because she was so big and tall. She didn’t have many friends in school and she was often ostracized as awkward. This lady seemed like the sort that would have picked on her back then. For all her trepidation regarding females, Amazon males were even worse. It was extremely rare that she could find one as tall as she was, and no one seemed to want to date someone taller than them. It severely limited Helen’s fashion choices, and she was quite jealous of the lady’s chunky-heeled sandals. Adding even a few inches to Helen’s already above average height was awful, but she wanted to wear cute shoes too.
“I gotta go, sorry,” Aimee excused herself and climbed down from the platform. Helen desperately wanted to scoop up Aimee and hold her close, but she had to show the lady that Aimee was a strong and independent Little, even helping her down from the platform would only encourage her to pursue. The woman lingered as Aimee toddled over to Helen. “What’s up, boss?” she asked cheerfully.
Helen gestured for Aimee to follow and walked slowly away from the woman, trying to think up some excuse for why she needed Aimee. She hadn’t at all, but the thought of Aimee going out with that… temptress sent her into a complete panic.
“I um,” Helen hesitated, “It’s stupid, but I can’t get my computer to respond.” The lie was plausible, Aimee wasn’t a tech wizard or anything, but she knew her way around. Helen was no dummy either, but she could claim the problem was real and had fixed itself, “I was hoping you could poke at it. I have to get a report done today.”
“Sure thing, boss!” Aimee beamed, toddling along next to Helen at what was a painfully slow pace for her. Aimee was overjoyed at being asked to help, today was positively fantastic. The journey to the manager’s office was a long one, and neither of them noticed the lady from the entrance casually following them, looking at merchandise here and there. She only gave up once the door to the manager’s office was closed.
“Okay,” Aimee said brightly, climbing up with a considerable degree of difficulty into Helen’s chair. “Let’s see what we can see.” She tapped the screen and the keyboard and the computer sprung to life. Aimee did a couple of standard gestures and the computer responded correctly. “You say it was frozen?”
“Of course it’s working now,” Helen smiled nervously, a tell that she was lying - one she wasn’t even aware she did, “Sorry for wasting your time, Aimee. Computers always seem to do this to me, they work fine as soon as I ask for help.”
“I hate that,” Aimee commiserated, “Well, I guess I should get back to greeting people.”
“Actually,” Helen said a little too quickly, “I was wondering if you could do some sorting for me. It’ll probably take you the rest of the day, you’ll be in the back so you can switch to your street clothes.” Helen was really worried about that lady, she could be lurking around, just waiting for Aimee to return to the front and Helen to walk away. “Do you mind?”
“Of course not, I’m happy to help you however I can,” Aimee hadn’t really thought much about Helen, other than as the often-hated authority figure at work, but she felt really valued today and Helen was a big part of that. She wanted to make Helen happy, and it would be nice to get out of the uniform for a while. “I’ll head to the ready room and go change, and meet you back here?”
“Well,” Helen started and hesitated, “Would you mind if I carried you?” She was terrified that she was pushing her luck, most Littles would be incredibly offended at the question. “Just to save some time, err… not that you’re slow or anything, I just walk quite fast for an Amazon.”
“Sure! I don’t mind, having short legs sucks,” Aimee turned the chair and lifted her arms up, ready to be carried… and Helen felt weak in the knees. She shouldn’t fantasize about an employee, but she really wanted this. She felt her cheeks grow warm as she picked Aimee up and placed her on one hip. Helen had never walked faster in her life, it was a speed-walk, it was almost a run. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt like she might faint. “Wow,” Aimee remarked, “You really are fast! It must have been torture for you walking from the front, I’m sorry.”
“Oh, no… it’s no big deal,” Helen stammered a bit. She would need to calm herself down actively while Aimee changed. “I don’t mind, it’s relaxing to walk at a slower pace. My sister says I need to slow down anyway.”
Helen leaned against the wall with a hand against her chest, steadying her breathing as Aimee went and changed. She hoped no one else was watching.
“Wow, you look like you had a good day,” Fiona smiled to Aimee as the Little climbed into the back seat of the car and buckled up.
“I really did,” she beamed, holding up her gold envelope, “Look! I’m Employee of the Month!” Aimee was positively glowing with pride at her accomplishment.
“That’s great, Aims! I was worried you didn’t like this job,” Fiona pulled out of the parking lot and started their journey home, her own problems pushed to the back of her mind for the moment, “Tell me about it.”
“Apparently, I do a really good job as a greeter, the manager got some compliments about me. I had no idea anyone was even paying attention to me at all. It feels surprisingly good.” Aimee unconsciously kicked her feet in the air, safely strapped into her booster seat. She was back in her everyday clothes, a cute t-shirt with a happy tree yelling “Leaf Yourself” and a pair of jeans, unfortunately adult panties underneath. The normal underwear felt so thin as to be nonexistent after the whole day in a diaper.
“That’s great, I’m really glad to hear it. It’s important to feel needed at your job,” Fiona talked to Aimee via the Little Mirror, a console mounted mirror that she could use so she didn’t have to adjust the rear-view mirror. “Hey, I know Tuesday is your night to cook again, but what do you say about grabbing burgers instead tonight?”
“Sounds great,” Aimee said cheerfully, but her suspicions were immediately raised. Fiona hated eating out during the week almost as much as Aimee loved it. Something was up. “How about Big Burger?” Fiona’s least favorite and Aimee’s second-favorite. They had the best fries, those tiny skinny fries that were all crispy. Fiona liked her fries warm and floppy, in vinegar. Aimee likes hers crispy with lots of salt and ketchup, sometimes she even salted the ketchup.
“Perfect,” Fiona agreed immediately. Now Aimee was extremely suspicious, under normal circumstances her roommate would have tried to steer her to another place, or to compromise.
“How was your day?” Aimee asked casually, her legs no longer kicking now that her suspicions were raised. She glanced out the window nonchalantly.
“Complicated,” Fiona conceded, “I’m hungry, let’s talk about it over dinner.”
Fiona helped her Little roommate up into her seat, she was feeling much more comfortable now in a nerdy t-shirt and gym shorts. Her hair was pulled back in a normal ponytail, she still needed to wash the product out of it, but this was a much more comfortable style than the fancy curls she had been sporting earlier. She sat down at the table opposite her friend and started unwrapping her monstrously large burger, bacon poking out from every which way.
“So,” Aimee said after taking a bite, “Why was it complicated? Was it good or was it bad?”
“It was both,” Fiona slid the Little-sized ketchup bottle across the table, she never used the stuff, the burger came with plenty already, “I met with a very powerful man who could either make my life very hard or very easy depending on if he likes me personally, which is frustrating when I’d like the product to stand on its own… but that’s the way business is done at the top sometimes. I miss the days already when a job well done was dependent upon your performance at your primary task, rather than all of this social pressure. I’m really proud of you for getting an award, by the way.”
“And,” Aimee continued, stuffing a handful of fries into her mouth, dripping a bit of ketchup onto her shirt in the process. She grabbed a napkin quickly and dabbed at it, “Did you make a good impression?”
“I think so, I’m not entirely proud of myself, but I think I left on a positive note. He wants to meet again in two days, and then we get down to brass tacks.”
“That sounds pretty good to me, what did he hit on you or something?” Aimee looked at her friend, confused. It didn’t sound complicated to her so far.
“Not quite,” Fiona took another bite, “We met at Osmium.”
“That fancy-pants place? The one where the parking lot is worth more than the neighborhood we grew up in? Wow, that sounds awesome. What’s it like inside?” Aimee and Fiona had grown up in the same middle-class area. They met in high school and had been friends ever since. Neither one of them had a particularly fancy upbringing, but Fiona had gone through some upward mobility and was used to seeing things that Aimee really wasn’t. She didn’t really have a desire for fancy things, she had already learned that nice things don’t bring happiness. She’d met quite a few rich-but-miserable people during her climb. Fiona liked thing simple and stress-free, she got enough stress during the day.
“It’s pretty incredible, actually. The food is fantastic, too.”
“You got to eat there? So, how does the other half eat?”
“Well - I kept it simple, but I could have easily gone wild,” she took a moment to describe the Osmium interior, leaving out the daycare area for the moment, focusing on how large the club was and how much staff they had working, “Mr. Whitmore ate a steak half your size.”
“That’s the guy? It sounds like you had a pretty darn good day to me, where does it get complicated?” Aimee was actually a little jealous, it sounded much better than her day and she had had a pretty good day.
“I need a membership to meet him again on Thursday - I skated by today, but I don’t think I can pull that off again.”
“Oh,” Aimee frowned, “Will they not let you in? I don’t even know what you have to do to get into a fancypants place like that.” Fiona’s new position in life still wasn’t a real thing to Aimee, they didn’t change their lifestyle at all. They had been rooming together since Fiona was going to college and they’d always had this same lifestyle. Home-cooked meals courtesy of Aimee, video games and electronic entertainment courtesy of Fiona, and just hanging out. Fiona hadn’t even bought a new car, the only thing she really upgraded was her wardrobe, and only because it was a necessity.
"Well, you have to have a sponsor who’s already a member in good standing at the club to vouch for you, and you have to pay membership dues and join on a probationary period… "
“That sucks, where are you going to find a sponsor? I don’t suppose the guy you’re talking to will help?”
"That’s actually the easy part, Aims. My boss is a member and he’s sponsoring me… "
“What’s the problem then?” Aimee really didn’t understand any of this, it all sounded so simple to her. Fiona already had everything she needed, she had the money, she had the sponsor, she wasn’t going to do anything wrong on a probationary period - she wasn’t exactly a hellraiser.
“They won’t let me join unless I register a Little with their care facility, they expect all members to have adopted Littles. Will you… will you pretend to be my Little on Thursday?”
Aimee was torn clean in half. On the one hand, this was her every dream come true, her fantasies being laid at her feet, begging to be picked up. On the other hand, Fiona obviously really didn’t want this, as evidenced by all of the bribery. Honestly, being buttered up this way made Aimee feel worse about the whole situation. She would have been ecstatic at the request if it hadn’t had such a dramatic lead-up. Now she felt terribly conflicted, to have her dream dangled before her eyes only to have it poisoned.
“What do you need me to do?” Aimee asked, a little sad.
“I just need you to pretend to be my newly-adopted Little for one day. I need you to take the day off work on Thursday and come with me to the club. I’ll check you into the daycare there, we’ll register you as my adopted Little for the purposes of my membership application. I’ll figure out a better long-term solution later if I need to keep meeting there.”
“So you’re just going to dress me up and drop me off in a daycare and then pick me up and take me to work afterward?” Aimee was really hurt, this was her ultimate fantasy and Fiona was grinding it into the dirt, just some silly thing she needed to do to get a business deal.
“What? I’d bring you to my office or back home for the day afterward, you would have already called in sick to work. This is what you’re always asking for. You’ll get babied for the whole day!”
“You don’t get it, Fi,” Aimee said, her voice choked with hurt, “You just don’t get it.”
“What don’t I get? You want to wear diapers and drink from a bottle and play with toys, that’s what we’ll do. You’ll get dressed up, we’ll pretend you’re my Little and we’ll check you into the daycare. You’ll get to play for my meeting and then we’ll go to the office and you can hang out and watch TV or something until the workday is done, or I can bring you back here and you can play video games, it sounds like a pretty great day to me.”
“You weren’t even going to diaper me yourself, were you? You were going to have me do it.”
"Of course, you’re perfectly capa… "
“Goddammit Fiona, you don’t even listen to me when I talk, do you!” Aimee practically jumped down out of her Little-aid chair and stormed off to her room, slamming the door.
"Aimee… don’t… " Fiona sighed. Littles were so emotional and unpredictable. This meal hadn’t gone anything like Fiona had expected, she was trying to give Aimee exactly what she always asked for. A day off, a day with nothing but diapers and playtime. A chance to get a taste of how an adopted Little would live. Fiona sighed again, holding her head in her hands. She wasn’t sure how everything had gone so wrong… but she was starting to get an idea on how to handle it.
She stood up and stomped to Aimee’s room, making sure her footfalls sounded loud and angry. She could hear the sound of Aimee sobbing inside. She steeled her heart and prepared for her next move. She needed that meeting on Thursday and she wasn’t going to actually adopt a Little to get it. She flung Aimee’s door wide. The Little was huddled on her bed, sobbing into a pillow. Fiona stomped over to her and rolled her over on her back, snatching the pillow away from her.
"Leave me… "
“Quiet!” Fiona yelled at her friend, she felt awful inside but she really felt like this was the best way to handle this situation strategically. “You are a Little and you’re going to do what I say, I’m the Amazon.” Fiona reached over to Aimee’s desk and grabbed the pacifier she had picked up off the floor the night before and stuffed it into Aimee’s mouth, who was sitting there stunned. “Now suck on that. Now, Aimee.”
Aimee’s heart was racing as she sucked on the pacifier. Fiona walked over to her closet and slid the door open… she was going into the corner, under the boxes… No, she’s not supposed to know about that! Aimee’s mind screamed but her body was completely frozen. Fiona came back to the bed with a thick princess diaper, the kind that spoiled adopted Littles got kept in. Aimee had just a few, she didn’t know that Fiona even knew about them. Fiona didn’t stop there, in a single motion, she had Aimee’s shirt off and in another, her pants and underwear were removed. The sound of the crinkling was electric as Fiona unfolded the diaper.
“Fi-” Aimee started to protest around the pacifier, but the Amazon just put a finger to the pacifier shield and glared at her before pushing the Little onto her back and lifting her legs with one giant hand. Aimee’s feelings were completely out of control, this was straight from her fantasies. She was in a shocked daze, and yet aware of every sound, every smell, every sensation as she felt her bottom lowered onto the soft diaper. So much fluffier than the medical grade ones she wore at work, so much more comfortable. “No,” she moaned lightly, but she didn’t struggle, didn’t fight at all. This was everything she wanted.
Fiona pulled the thick padding up between her legs and taped the sides securely, grabbing her friend under the arms and pulling her to a sitting position. Aimee could see herself in the mirror behind Fiona, her giant friend towering over her, her small form sitting naked on the bed except for the puffy, pink diaper. She quivered under Fiona’s gaze, too shocked and too giddy to say anything at all.
“Now listen here, baby,” Fiona put her hands on her hips and stared down. “Look at me in the eyes when I’m talking to you,” she grabbed Aimee by the chin and tilted her gaze. Fiona’s eyes were full of fire as she looked down at Aimee, the Little was well and truly intimidated. “You are going to the club with me on Thursday, you are going to be a baby that whole day, and you’re going to thank me for it. When you wake up on Thursday, I will dress you and I will take you with me and you will be a good girl at the club. I will decide what to do with you after that. Do you understand?”
Aimee nodded, her bones made entirely of jelly.
“Good. You need to figure out how you’re going to handle work for Thursday. It’s your call whether you talk to your boss beforehand or we call you in sick on Thursday morning. It makes no difference to me. One way or another, your diapered butt is mine on Thursday.”
And with that, she stormed out of the room, pulling the door closed behind her, leaving Aimee to stare at a tear-stained, diapered Little in the mirror… and the biggest grin of her life spread across her face.
Fiona’s alarm was going off next to her ear, but she was already awake. She had spent the last hour hating herself for what she had done to her friend. Now it was a new day and she had to face Aimee… no, worse, she had to continue the façade. In all their years together, Fiona had never manipulated Aimee this way. She knew what her friend wanted, she’d wanted it for years. Aimee had an unhealthy crush on Fiona and she knew it, but in general it didn’t interfere with their friendship, so Fiona just let it go. Now she had crossed a line she could never come back from… or at least, that’s what she feared. But she was already down this path, there wasn’t much choice except to see it through to completion.
A tiny knock came from Fiona’s door. She steeled herself and stood, taking two steps and opening her bedroom door, looking down at the tiny person sucking on a pacifier standing there in nothing but a pink princess diaper. Aimee looked completely helpless, which made Fiona feel all the worse, but she had her part to play for now.
“You still need to go to work today,” Fiona picked up her friend by the armpits and carried her into the kitchen, sitting her down on the counter. “I’m going to let you be a big girl today, and you get to decide whether you’re going to wear that pink princess diaper to work or wear big girl panties.” Her stomach turned as she squeezed the crotch of the diaper she had taped her friend into. It was wet. “You’re wet already, but this diaper is for princesses who never get to go to the potty. Do you want to see if any of your pants fit over this thick diaper, or do you want me to let you out of it so you can clean up and go to your big girl job today?”
Aimee’s heart was still beating a mile a minute, she was living out her most precious fantasies and she never wanted it to end… but she also couldn’t let Kurt see her in this princess diaper.
“Big girl panties, please,” she said sadly around the pacifier. She couldn’t wear the princess diaper to work, she wouldn’t be able to untape it herself. When she wore them alone, she taped it in a way that she could slide out of it… Fiona had taped her in snugly, like an Amazon would - she wasn’t going to be able to wriggle out of it. And she wasn’t about to ask her boss to help her change her diaper, Helen would never look at her the same way again. In the perfect world of her fantasies, Fiona would bundle her up without asking and take her to her office, leaving her in a playpen or a bouncer - depending on the fantasy that day - while she did her job… then they’d eat together and cuddle before Fiona put her down for a nap and went back to work, and when they went home they played video games after a diaper change…
“Okay,” Fiona interrupted the fantasy and carried Aimee back to her room, laying her down on the bed and removing the wet diaper. Aimee watched, enthralled as the object of her affection balled up the symbol of her submission and taped it shut. “Get dressed, you have to pretend to be a big girl today, then it’s back to diapers the moment you get home tonight, understand?”
“Really?” Aimee was overjoyed, she ran to the bathroom to get cleaned up. The joy in her voice made Fiona feel even worse, what she was doing was wrong and she knew it. She was manipulating her best friend in the world, using her deepest fantasy as a stepping stone in her career. She’d stepped on a lot of people over the years, but never Aimee. She had no idea how she was going to atone for this, but she’d have to do something.
“Yes really, and we need to go shopping tonight for an outfit and a carseat,” Fiona called as she headed back to her room to get ready for the day, Aimee’s only reply was a wordless squee of joy.
By the time Fiona was finished with her hair and her makeup, picking out the right shoes and jewelry to match her suit, and doing a pre-commute office email check, Aimee was showered, dressed, and ready to face the day. Fiona exited her room with a briefcase in one hand, only to find a Little in a pink t-shirt that read “Girl Power” and a pair of faded jeans holding her arms up in the air and clenching her fists open and shut.
“Up!” Aimee grinned, feeling as light as a cloud. Fiona forced a smile and scooped her roommate up with her left arm and carried her out the door, setting her briefcase momentarily to lock up before heading to the car. She gently buckled Aimee into the booster seat, who was practically vibrating with glee. “Thank you!” She shook her tiny fists in front of her chest in a way that was probably considered cute by most Amazons.
“I need you to unbuckle yourself and get yourself off to work when we get there, can you do that for me?” Fiona asked her friend’s reflection in the Little-aid mirror.
If we could bottle that energy, I could sell it and make a fortune, Fiona thought to herself with a smirk. At least Aimee is happy… she hoped this didn’t bite her in the end.
Aimee was practically skipping toward the entrance as Fiona drove off.
“Wow squirt, you’re in a good mood,” Kurt was sweeping just outside the entrance. “You’re really proud of that Employee of the Month, huh?” Aimee started to say thanks, but he cut her off, “Or did you just wake up in a dry bed for a change?”
“You are such an asshole, Kurt,” Aimee was mad at herself for believing he might be turning over a new leaf, like he had some shred of a good person inside him. The apology yesterday was probably just to get her to lower her defenses today. What she didn’t know was that Kurt himself hadn’t woken up in a dry bed again, and he barely counted as a Mid. If he couldn’t get his problem under control, he was going to have to deal with the stipulations in his lease… a thing a shorter Mid like him was just as afraid of as any Little. He cursed to himself as Aimee walked by, the spring gone from her step. He reminded himself stubbornly that she was just a Little, and went back to sweeping, worried more about Aimee tattling to Helen than Aimee’s actual feelings.
Aimee was on the verge of tears by the time she got to the ready room. Kurt’s insult against her popped the bubble of happiness she had been floating in, and she remembered that the joy she felt was only going to last until Thursday. She let Fiona bully her into going along with her plan… by giving her exactly what she wanted. And she wanted it so badly. A smile crept across her face as she remembered the fire in the Amazon’s eyes as she pushed Aimee’s favorite paci between her lips, how effortlessly she had been stripped of her clothing and diapered. That was at the center of nearly every fantasy she had about Fiona, and she replayed that fantasy in her head almost every night before bed. Now that dream would have a touch of the real, a real memory to build around, something to savor. That’s worth it, right? she thought to herself, I’m getting what I want and so is Fiona, I should be happy for both of us. As she taped the boring medical diaper on, she imagined Fiona’s impossibly strong hands shoving her down again, and lifting her legs in the air. Her skin was tingly by the time she was all taped up, and she was grinning like a loon when she finished zipping up her bear costume. She put her bear-ear headband on her head and fluffed her ringlets and she was back on top again.
Helen smiled as she watched Aimee exit the ready room with an enormous grin on her Little face, heading for her post. She couldn’t carry her to her platform today, she did that yesterday, she didn’t want Aimee to realize that Helen watched her head off to start her shift almost every single day, any time she could… just out of sight. It killed her a little bit to know that the Little was in there, taping up her own diaper. What if she gets it crooked? Helen thought to herself, She needs someone to help her with it, to make sure she’s snug and safe. Her face flushed as she imagined slipping a cute, crinkly diaper with cartoon animals on it under the Little’s naked body, as opposed to those boring medical diapers that certainly weren’t thick enough… and taping it around her waist.
“Hey boss,” Franklin’s voice came from behind her. She nearly jumped out of her skin, she was so startled, “Whoa, sorry boss, didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” She turned to face the mustached Little in his brown-and-black uniform. “We sold out of those ladders, we got word this morning that they want us to move the summerwear since it’s on sale. Do you want me to go tell the greeter?”
“No Franklin, thanks - that’s great news on the ladders, good job,” she smiled down at him. He was a hard worker, a no-nonsense type. Exactly the kind of person she needed in charge of the Independent Little department. “I’ll tell the greeter.” Maybe I can get her to have lunch with me today, too, Helen thought to herself.
“Thanks boss, gotta get back to my post, have a great day!”
“You too Franklin, keep up the great work,” Helen walked to catch up with Aimee, now she had an excuse and she could probably get to her before she made it to the front and she’d get to carry her again… She was in luck. “Hey Aimee, I just heard from the Independent Littles department, they sold out of those ladders you’ve been promoting, great job. Need a lift?”
“Sure thing, boss!” Aimee was happy to see Helen, she was always happy to be carried. She raised her arms and was lifted to impossible heights… for her, and held close. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Fiona carrying her in her PJs and a thick princess diaper instead of the work uniform and a boring medical one. “Thanks for the lift,” she smiled dreamily.
Helen’s heart melted, Aimee was just too cute for words. She would do anything for this Little wonder… but they were at work and there was work to be done. She couldn’t afford to ask Aimee out, only to end up in trouble for fraternization. She carried her swiftly the rest of the way to the front of the store and helped her up to her platform.
“They’re hoping you can promote summerwear today, there’s a sale,” Helen said with a smile, aching inside that she had to put the Little down. She would hold her all day if she could.
“Summerwear, got it! Thanks again for the lift, you’re much faster than I am,” a warm smile spread across Aimee’s lips and Helen had to bite her tongue a bit to keep from cooing. “I think today’s going to be a great day, just like yesterday.”
“I hope so. You let me know if you need anything, okay?”
"Actually, boss… " Helen’s Amazon brain went crazy as the Little hesitated. A fantasy played in Helen’s mind unbidden, where Aimee asked her if she would diaper her Little bottom for work from now on, if they could go out to dinner, if Helen wanted to be a mommy… “Is there any way I can get the day off tomorrow? My bestie needs me to stay with her tomorrow and help her out. Sorry for the short notice, but it’s really important to her.”
“Oh,” Helen gave a weak smile, “That business lady who drops you off? You two are roommates, right?”
“Yeah,” Aimee smiled a little wistfully herself, “We’ve been friends forever, she never asks me for help so I really want to be there for her.”
“Of course, Aimee - I’ll take care of the paperwork for you. I hope you’re able to help your friend tomorrow. You’re a really good friend, she’s lucky to have you.” Helen suddenly didn’t have the guts to ask Aimee to eat lunch with her, there was no way the Little wanted to be cared for the way Helen wanted to care for her.
“Thanks, Helen. You’re a really good friend too, and an amazing boss.”