Making the Best of It: A Tale of Love and Acceptance in Two Acts [Diaper Dimension]

Hello friends,

This is a completed story, I’ll be posting it 5 “parts” at a time over the next week or so. It is a completed work, and is my very first story. I don’t consider myself a writer, I see myself more as a storyteller, so I may not have the proper literary construction at all times. I hope you enjoy it, this story is very close to my heart. I called each piece a “part” because I didn’t feel like they deserved the identifier ‘chapter’, they didn’t seem long enough for that.

I hope you enjoy it, I apologize for any confusion that may arise between discussing Kimmy in the story and Kimmy the author… an amateur mistake, I know… but I’m an amateur :wink:

If it’s at all well-received, I’ll start posting my story that is still currently in progress.

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Making The Best of It

I awoke to the becoming-familiar view of the carrier frame. The sunshade was pulled forward, its multicolored flowers staring at me from the padding, with store shelves gliding by beyond them. Apparently we were stopping at the store, not that I had any say in it. Just to check, I tried to push the pacifier out of my mouth, but the Amazon who took me remembered to inflate the nipple and it was going nowhere. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and let my aching bladder go, there was no sense in trying to hold it any longer. I hadn’t seen a toilet in weeks anyway. The shopping cart stopped moving and I found myself staring at an impossibly happy Little on a package of diapers who was exclaiming, “Mommy, I’m wet! Aren’t you proud of me?”. Given that there were stacks of diapers in the nursery that were taller than I was, I wasn’t sure why we were here… but the second I heard Lisa’s voice, I knew it wasn’t good.

“I’m just saying, she’s a bit of a brat, that’s all,” Lisa’s voice grated on me, she was the kind of person who thought everyone should do things her way, it would just be easier… we didn’t get along at all. My “Mommy” April was kinder than many Amazons I’d seen, but that didn’t change the fact that I was being held against my will and forced to wear diapers and everything that went along with it. She continued, “You should just swaddle her for a month or two and see if that makes her more appreciative.”

“Lisa, she’s a good girl. You’re overreacting,” April objected, calming the sudden lurch in my tummy just a bit, “She didn’t bite you on purpose, you stuck your finger in her mouth while she was eating.”

I blushed a bit… it was true, she was checking to see if I was eating something I wasn’t supposed to… which I was. And I did bite her on purpose, but I “freaked out” and apologized right away, so it looked like an accident. It was twisted, but I knew April loved me and that she wouldn’t let anything truly bad happen to me, unlike her “good friend” Lisa. There was just something about the way Amazons were wired… they needed to “take care” of something. Most of them had extra love to give, like April. Some just needed to have extra control, like Lisa.

“I saw her grab that candy without asking, I just know it,” Lisa grumbled, “Look - they put out a new diaper for swaddled Littles.”

The cart rolled forward and I found myself looking at another happy Little. This one was laying down, wearing a short pink t-shirt and an unbelievable diaper… the padding extended from above her navel to just above her knees and each of her legs were splayed out at almost a 45 degree angle from her body. There was absolutely no way that Little was moving anywhere on her own… but the smile looked real, her eyes were smiling too. Her word bubble read, “Now I won’t leak for sure!” I had heard that there were people from my dimension that came here voluntarily to be Littles. It was true that back home we all worked too hard, and after a lifetime of that… I could see why the idea of trading away all their freedoms in exchange for the love and care of an Amazon could be enticing. I wondered if they were real as I shifted a bit in the carrier, the harness holding me down fast to the padding. I could reach the release button, but I didn’t have the strength to push it. I had tried many times.

“Hm, no… I don’t think I want to swaddle my little Kimmy,” I heard April say with a touch of distance in her voice… she was considering it, “But look at these!” she finished with a giggle.

“Oh… oh my, those are adorable… they’re new too. You should get a pack, it will be so cute to watch Kimmy waddle in those,” Lisa chuckled as well, the malice disappearing from her voice, “She won’t see it coming. C’mon, April - do it for me.”

“Oh, all right,” April let out a tiny, mock sigh, “But only because I love you so much.”

I heard a package being placed in the cart and closed my eyes quickly and pretended to sleep. My mind reeled at what new devices the Amazons could have thought up to torment their Littles. I must have pursed my lips in thought, because the next thing I knew, my pacifier was being removed and replaced by the nipple of a bottle. I started draining it immediately while April looked down into the carrier, fawning over me. The love in her giant green eyes was real… I liked her too, she was a very nice lady, but this wasn’t exactly my ideal relationship. She brushed a strand of her reddish-brown hair from her face while she watched me, her smile as big as her heart.

“There we go, sweetie. I thought I felt you stir. You’re a bit dehydrated. You’re such a good girl for drinking without any fuss,” she cooed at me. Lisa rolled her eyes and we leisurely strolled through the store until the bottle was finished.

“Please,” I said the second the nipple was out of my mouth, the sweet taste of the apple juice still lingering… but I was cut off before I could say another word, the pacifier back in my mouth and three pumps to the shield had it inflated and I was silenced again.

“Shh, baby, you’ve said enough today. You’re going to be quiet for the rest of the day, we already talked about this. I’m proud of you for drinking all of your juice,” she said as she stroked my cheek, “We’ll get you another bottle when we get home.”

“You really do love her, huh?” I heard Lisa’s voice from the world-beyond-the-carrier. It wasn’t derisive, it was admiring.

“She’s the best decision I ever made, Lisa. I hope get to know how it feels some day,” she said wistfully.

I sighed and sucked loudly on the pacifier. It made April happy to hear me using the pacifier, and it was hard not to want to make her happy… especially since I didn’t have much else to do anyway. It was hard to imagine that this time two weeks ago, I was stressed out over programming deadlines and chainsmoking my way to an early grave. I didn’t take very good care of my body, I didn’t really care what went in it, I ate awful foods and drank too much, never worked out. Who had time? If you couldn’t meet the deadlines for the job, there were 100 people just waiting to take your spot, so you did your best no matter what and always gave 110%. I looked down at the pink striped snap-crotch onesie I was wearing now with its tiny ruffle “skirt” that did nothing to cover any part of my legs, it was a pretty far cry from my preferred style. I was never a clothes horse, I liked cute clothes but didn’t obsess over it… I was a boho girl, the style just felt right, the heavy jewlery and hippy clothes. It was low-ish effort and attractive. I was beginning to doubt I’d ever get to dress myself again. I hadn’t worn shoes in over a week now, I barely walked anywhere now and never outside the house, but my body was in better shape than ever. The technology of this dimension was astounding. They repaired my lungs and fixed all the issues from my alcohol abuse and malnutrition… they even whitened my teeth. Physically, I felt better than I ever had before. Not that it was worth the cost though.

I missed the conversation between April and the cashier while I was lost in thought, but I had no doubt there was some comment passed about “how lucky” April was or some such nonsense, we couldn’t go anywhere without someone cooing. I knew I missed it because I felt the warm sunlight land on my legs and heard April sing, “My little Kimmy, cute as a bug. My little Kimmy, needs a big hug.” She was always coming up with little tunes and silly songs. She was a professional studio musician, she had musical instruments all over her house. I continued to suck the pacifer loudly for her benefit, and I couldn’t help but smile. I tried to get a look at what she had bought as she whisked the carrier into the car and snapped it into the holder, but she was too fast for me. I tried to give her a pleading look so I could at least ask what was in store for me, but in moments I was giggling around the pacifier in response to the bevy of kisses landing on my face and her tickling fingers.

I was on the smaller side for Littles, so the carseat was rear-facing. All I had was a view of the back seat of April’s car… and her big green eyes looking at me from time to time in the mirror she had mounted so we could see each other. I heard the car start and felt us beginning the drive to her house and started to let my mind drift again… I did that a lot lately, it was actually kind of relaxing. But my relaxation didn’t last long.

“So you’re actually going to go out with that bassist tomorrow? Am I still babysitting? I’m still half-expecting you to back out,” I heard Lisa ask and I suddenly felt a flash of fear and… something else I couldn’t put my finger on, but suddenly biting her seemed like a really, really poor choice on my part.

“Yeah, seems nice and I haven’t dated anyone at all in months. I thought about calling it off, but I’m really glad you talked me out of it. I think this one has potential.”

“Oh good, you’ve barely left your house in a week, I don’t think it’s good for you.”

“Well, I can’t exactly take my little bundle of joy into the bars with me, darling.” I felt my cheeks burn at April’s gentle laugh.

“Oh believe me, I know,” Lisa sounded like she was pouting a bit and that fear intensified. If Lisa decided to take out her frustrations on me, there wasn’t exactly a lot I could do about it… and the idea of being alone with her tomorrow did not sound fun. “We used to go out three nights a week, I just miss you.”

“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry. I don’t really want to be separated from Kimmy right now, it’s very important that we make a strong bond. I want her to know how much I love her. Besides, you’ve seen me plenty - you’ve been over almost every night this week.” I heard Lisa squeak the way she does when April pokes her in the tummy.

“Yeah, it’s just not the same - we need to go OUT.”

“We can go out, we’ll just have to go to more family friendly places for a bit,” I could see April’s eyes smile in the mirror, “Maybe we should start looking for a Little of your very own.”

“I don’t know, April - it seems like a lot of work, and you don’t get to go out any more, why would I want to do that?”

“Hopefully Kimmy can help you find the answer to that tomorrow night.”

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Part 2

April set the carrier I was confined to down in the foyer of her home and released the buckle. Normally I would scramble out on my own at this point, but I had an idea. I had to come up with some way to win Lisa over tonight or I might be in a rough spot tomorrow.

“Aww, baby, are you feeling tired? Come on out, sweetie,” April’s sing-song voice came from high above. She pulled the sunshade back and the two Amazons looked down at me.

I still couldn’t get over just how BIG they were. I was 5’2" last I checked, although who knows if that was true since I was apparently in a new dimension, but I didn’t even come up to April’s waist. Laying in a baby carrier on the floor with them towering over me made me feel impossibly small. I hoped desperately that this didn’t backfire… I tried to ask that Lisa pick me up, but the pacifier kept me from making any intelligible sounds. I held my arms up toward her and opened and closed my hands.

April melted. “Oh my goodness, Lisa! She’s asking if you’ll pick her up!”

Lisa looked entirely unsure, she looked down at me, then up at April, then again back down to me, disbelieving.

“Why would she want that? I don’t know what to do with Littles,” she complained. I made a small whining sound and continued to open and close my hands at her.

“Just pick her up. She’s normally so independent, I really don’t want to discourage this.”

Lisa leaned down and her huge hands grabbed me under the armpits and hoisted me up. I wrapped my arms around her neck as she pulled me close to her and nuzzled her as best I could. I was terrifyingly high up off the ground, it would really hurt if she dropped me. I closed my eyes and faked a happy sigh. Her skin was actually really soft and she smelled like lavender up close. I could feel she was unsure as she slid an arm under my diapered bottom, pressing the wet padding into me. I resisted the urge to grimace and kept smiling. I felt her lay her other hand on my back.

“Am I holding her right?”

“Judging by that smile, I’d say so. Stay right there, don’t move.”

I heard April rustling in her purse and then the sound of her cameraphone “shutter”. I opened my eyes to find that she was taking pictures of Lisa holding me. Thankfully I think my small frown was hidden behind the pacifier. I looked up at Lisa… she was smiling. That made my smile return, my plan seemed to be working. I got carried over to the couch where I snuggled up against Lisa’s breast. She started rubbing my back and I really did melt a little bit. Her hand covered most of my back all at once, feeling her stroke my back felt amazing.

“Here, you feed her the next bottle, practice run for tomorrow,” I heard April say, and next thing I knew I was on my back in Lisa’s giant lap. I squeaked a bit in surprise, I hadn’t expected the sudden motion and I felt quite helpless… there was really nothing I could do to stop them. April reached over, released my pacifier and took it from my mouth… and gave me a look. Not really a warning, but a look that said, “I’m watching you.”

I looked up at the unsure Lisa and decided to relent this once, resistance now could spoil my plan, so I opened my mouth and reached up for the bottle. Lisa gently lowered the nipple into my mouth and I wrapped my hands around the giant bottle… it was nearly the size of a 2-liter soda back home. They never seemed to take no for an answer, it’s no wonder they all believed Littles needed diapers, anyone being given six liters of apple juice in a single day would have to pee like crazy, this was the third bottle they forced on me today. Lisa wasn’t going to let me hold the bottle on my own, but I wasn’t going to let go either. Not holding the bottle while being fed felt entirely too helpless. While I tried my best to drain the massive amount of juice, I felt April lean over and poke my diaper.

“She’s pretty wet and her daytime diapers aren’t as thick as her nighttime ones, we should probably change her after that bottle. I’ll go put her new diapers away, be right back.”

Hearing that, I tried to wet again but nothing would come. It felt impossible to drink and pee at the same time. I wanted an empty bladder when I got a clean diaper, I liked to keep them dry as long as possible, they were much more comfortable that way. The daytime ones weren’t that bad, I could still walk fine. The nighttime ones were a different matter, they were so thick that I waddled around… which April loved.

Snapping back to reality, I noticed that Lisa was watching me. I looked up into her brown eyes… she wore more makeup than April. She had cat’s eyes eyeliner and a nice subtle eye-shadow. I missed makeup a lot, obviously I didn’t get to wear any anymore. Her expression was one of… curiosity? She was watching me drink from the bottle carefully, studying me, a small smile on her lips. Her shorter blonde hair had fallen around her face as she smiled down at me. She was actually quite pretty when she wasn’t being difficult… I wondered if she was having the same thought about me.

I finished the bottle as quickly as I could and tried again to pee while Lisa set the bottle down and carried me back toward the nursery, but again nothing would come. Knowing my luck it would hit me right after I was taped into the next in a seemingly endless line of diapers.

“I can’t wait to see you in these new ones, you’ll be so cute!”

I had forgotten about the “she won’t see it coming” that was mentioned in the store and my stomach filled with dread. Lisa carried me into the nursery, my prison, with its off-white walls and bright white wooden furniture. The carpet was a deep plush with a light pink hue, the enormous crib and changing table were stark white. Oh, how I hated that crib.

“Oh, she finished that bottle faster than I expected, hold on - we need to give her a treat for being such a good girl for you,” April said and walked out of the room.

I looked around for clues as to what they had in store for me, but I didn’t see anything right away. The nursery looked normal, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary… the new diaper that was waiting for me on the changing table looked normal enough. It was a dark purple, which was new, but it didn’t look different from any other diaper. I groaned inwardly at the notion of this room seeming “normal” with its pile of stuffed animals as big as me and its closet full of baby clothes in my size. Lisa was looking around too, she’d been in here before but she seemed to be taking things in more than usual.

“You smell pretty,” I said in a small voice to Lisa, trying to break her out of her studying. I didn’t want her to get Little-obsessed, I just wanted her to think fondly of me so tomorrow night would be easier.

“Aww, thank you sweetheart. I didn’t know you liked lavender,” she gave me a kiss on the forehead and laid me down on the inescapable changing table. I blushed as she unsnapped the crotch of my onesie, I didn’t think that would ever, ever feel normal. I was being undressed by giant hands and I had zero say in what I was going to wear. “But remember, you’re not supposed to talk for the rest of the day. Shh, I won’t tell your mommy but let’s be quiet.”

April came back and handed Lisa yet another bottle. I frowned, that didn’t seem like much of a treat to me. Lisa held it to my lips and I accepted the nipple. My eyes shot open wide at the taste… it was AMAZING. It was the thickest, richest chocolate flavor I had ever tasted in my life. It was exquisite, the liquid was creamy and smooth and just… amazing. I let out an involuntary, “Mmmm”.

They both laughed gently as I sucked greedily at the bottle.

“Oh my, someone sure likes that - it’s Littles’ Chocolate, it’s specially made for Little tastebuds, guess they weren’t kidding,” April went about removing the wet diaper and taping the new one on me, but I wasn’t paying attention at all. I was savoring every drop of this chocolate, “That’s what good girls get for a treat, sweetie.”

When the bottle was done, they sat me up and pulled my onesie off and replaced it with a pink t-shirt that read, “I Wuv My Mommy”. I was still in a bit of a daze from the chocolate as Lisa carried me back to the living room and set me down on my freshly padded butt. I poked at the diaper… it felt different, a little squishy, like there was a gel in the diaper. It felt dry though, and comfortable. It was a little bit thicker than my normal daytime diapers, but not as thick as the nighttime diapers by any stretch. I didn’t bother trying the tapes, no diaper had budged for me yet, it seemed very unlikely that this one would be any different. April opened an activity book on the floor in front of me and dropped a crayon on the page. They sat down on the couch together… but they were watching me intently. Feeling very on-the-spot, I picked up the crayon and looked at the book.

It was a connect-the-dots picture… but it had hundreds of dots to it. I had no idea what the picture might be, and that actually excited me. I thought to myself, “This might actually be fun!” I laid down on my tummy and kicked my legs up in the air, the book was bigger than a coffee table book back home. I found the first dot and started connecting, it was actually challenging but relaxing at the same time. April and Lisa were talking softly to each other on the couch, I wasn’t paying much attention. About three quarters of the way through the picture, which I had determined was a carousel but I still wanted to finish it, I felt the urge to go. I still had full control of my bladder, I just had no choice about where to go. This was a big struggle for me when I first got here, but I had lost count of how many diapers I had been changed into at this point and there was no use in fighting it. I paused my dot-connecting but didn’t lift the crayon off the page, I didn’t want to lose my place, and released my bladder into the waiting diaper. It felt like I peed forever, the warmth flowing into the padding, and I was about to start my drawing back up when I heard April and Lisa giggling. I looked up to them in confusion.

“Looks like someone wet her diaper already,” April smiled, “Can you walk over here sweetie?”

I set the crayon down and tried to get into a sitting position… the diaper had expanded enormously! It had ballooned up around my waist, I had to put my hands on the ground and push myself up to stand, my legs were splayed wide. It shouldn’t have even been that wet, the daytime diapers usually held more than that. I looked at my bottom, it has expanded out even further than the padding between my thighs.

“It’s a new diaper - they made it for Littles who fibbed about when they were wet, we just thought you would look so cute in it. Can you walk over here? I promise this won’t be a regular thing since you’re always such a good girl. But I do have a whole package of them if you decide to be naughty.”

I tried my best to waddle over to the couch, it was very difficult to walk in the swollen diaper. I had to pivot my entire body with each step.

“That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” Lisa said.

“I don’t like these diapers,” I complained as I trundled over. I grabbed April’s knees to steady myself.

“Ah ah,” April tutted, “You are done talking today, remember? Let’s put you in your swing for a bit while we make some dinner.” She lifted me under the armpits and swung me up to her hip.

“No! Please can I fini-”, my words were cut off by the hated pacifier. I actually wanted to finish my dot-to-dot. The carousel was pretty, I wanted to color it next. I would be bored in the swing! I pouted and refused to suck on the pacifier at all.

“Lisa, are you staying for dinner tonight?” April plopped me down in the swing and adjusted out the straps so it would fit over my bulging diaper. I could only wiggle my legs helplessly, it felt like I was sitting on a giant cushion.

“I don’t think so, I’m in a burger-and-fries mood. Rain check?” She smiled and patted me on the head. I crossed my arms over my chest and scowled. It wasn’t fair that they got to decide everything. I was being good and doing their silly baby activity with no complaints.

“Oh, look at the grumpy girl,” April teased, “Someone doesn’t want any more chocolate, I guess.”

Immediately my face brightened and I stopped scowling. I was stuck here anyway, it would be worth it if I got more of that chocolate.

“Much better. I’ll be sure to have a bottle of the chocolate ready for you tomorrow, Lisa. I think someone is a fan. I bet she’ll be a very good girl for you.”

I nodded vigorously, which caused them both to laugh. I sucked loudly on the pacifier as the swing started its side-to-side motion. I closed my eyes and relaxed, imagining I was in a hammock on a beach in the Caribbean, sunning in a bikini… rather than strapped into a baby swing in a wet diaper.

“Sounds good, it’s crazy… but I’m actually kind of looking forward to it now,” I smiled at Lisa’s words, it was looking like tomorrow wouldn’t be revenge day for me “stealing” her friend away and biting her after all.

“Oh, that makes me so happy to hear. I’ll see you tomorrow, I’ve got to go make some dinner for myself and little Kimmy.”

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Part 3

I awoke after a short nap in the swing to April kissing me on the forehead and setting me down on the floor. I yawned and stretched and tried to stand up, forgetting that I was wearing the ridiculous expanding diaper. I struggled to my feet, looked up at April and pointed to the diaper, hoping she’d get my meaning. She just smiled. I felt the urge to go again, but I really didn’t want to find out if this thing would expand further. I bounced up and down a bit and whined around the pacifier, trying to get a muffled “please” around the rubber nipple and plastic shield. Her smile unchanged, April gently guided my body into a sitting position.

“I’m curious if those will expand again, and you always go after a nap… so go, little one,” April stood back and watched me, but I just sat there, “Go on, let it go. You’ll get a cup instead of a bottle at dinner if you do.”

I sighed and released the pressure on my bladder. I was paying attention this time, so I actually watched the diaper balloon up to twice its previously-too-large size into something absurd. The expanding diaper lifted my bottom off the ground and the padding expanded out to my knees. I was lifted so far off the ground and my legs splayed so far apart that I was completely immobilized by my wet diaper. I could wiggle my legs, but I couldn’t get any kind of purchase to help me stand up. I looked up to April pitifully and made a pleading motion with my hands.

“Oh my, they weren’t kidding, were they? Can you even move?” April looked down, her smile was soft and pitying. I shook my head in response. “It looks like naughty girls will be stuck in their Tattletale diaper - it tells on you. Let’s hope you’re not naughty, huh?”

She picked me up, supporting the massive diaper with one arm and she held me to her, carrying me back to the nursery. She set about changing me into yet another diaper, telling me, “We’re going to eat dinner, you can finish coloring in your book, and then it’s off to bed with you. We’re going to take your paci out to eat and you’re not going to say one word, right little Kimmy?”

I nodded while she threw away the tattletale diaper and taped up the fresh, clean daytime diaper. I didn’t bother to struggle, there was nothing I could do about the situation anyway. It felt good to be in a normal, clean diaper. After that ridiculous diaper, the regular diaper felt so thin.

“I’m very, very happy with how you let Lisa take care of you, it made her happy,” she lifted me up and snuggled me close, “She doesn’t understand how wonderful it is to have a Little. And I am so lucky to have one as wonderful as you. You’re a very sweet girl, Kimmy. There are so many Littles that have to be punished all the time just to get them to behave. You silly Littles don’t know what’s good for you,” she said it lovingly and booped my nose, but it rankled. I was an adult, I’d been taking care of myself just fine for years!

April carried me to the kitchen where she sat me down in the high chair, buckled me in, and snapped the tray in place in front of me. This was another thing I doubt I’d ever get used to, mealtimes. I wasn’t allowed to do anything for myself in this world. Everything was enormous and I was entirely at the mercy of April. The memories of how I got here were fuzzy, the last thing I remember of home was a party with some friends and I was doing shots. I’ve been blackout drunk a few times before, but this time when I came to I was in the back seat of April’s car. She explained it all to me, that I had travelled to another dimension where people like me were cared for and loved… she showed me the adoption paperwork and explained the ins-and-outs of my new life, she explained that they had repaired my body and she told me that everything was going to be fine. I shuddered at the memory of that first night in the crib, hoping desperately that when I woke up, I’d be back home. But I woke up the next morning to crib bars and a diaper, which I inevitably ended up wetting.

I snapped out of it as April finished tying a bib that read “Messy Eater” on it, and set a sippy cup down on my tray. I pouted a bit, it wasn’t really what I was hoping for when she said I’d get a cup, but I honestly wasn’t surprised. I watched her as she prepared a small plate for me and a large one for her. It looked like we were having chicken breast… rosemary by the smell. April wasn’t the best cook ever, but she wasn’t bad. Asparagus and roasted potatoes to go with it, and I’m sure apple juice was waiting for me in the sippy cup. The meal made me long for a glass of wine instead. The food was cut up on my plate, which she set in front of me with no utensils. I waited patiently while she took a few bites of her meal, then she released the pacifier and started feeding me with a “tiny” (in that it would have been regular sized for me had she let me hold it) plastic fork, one bite at a time. April would take a few bites, she would feed me a bite or two. I had to be very careful when chewing. She had warned me at the first meal that if I choked on a bite, she’d have to feed me pureed food… and I really didn’t want that.

“Today was a pretty good day, huh Kimmy?” April said between her bites, while feeding me mine, “You were such a good girl today, I am so proud of you.”

I smiled and took a drink from the sippy cup when I had the opportunity, reminding myself that I wasn’t supposed to speak yet.

“I’m so glad I can trust you to be such a good girl, I like feeding you this way no matter what the books say. You’re such a cutie, it’s a joy to watch you.”

I made sure to finish the sippy cup, April was always very keen for me to finish any liquid she gave me, any time I left so much as a sip she’d make sure I finished it and I didn’t want to give her cause to take the sippy cup away. It felt good to be able to take a drink without having to suck it through a nipple and to be able to control how much I drank… at least a little. April used my bib to wipe my face when we were done eating, she always did that same motion whether I was messy at all or not, which for the most part I wasn’t. I glanced at the pacifier where she had left it on the table and watched her silently as she cleaned up after the meal.

She came back and picked the hated pacifier up and popped it in my mouth, but didn’t pump the shield for a change so I could actually take it out if I wanted to. It was much more comfortable that way. She released me from the confines of the high chair and carried me to the living room, where she sat me down on the floor in front of my unfinished dot-to-dot. This was part of the routine, I got some playtime after dinner while we watched TV, I just hoped it wasn’t going to be…

The TV flipped on and April punched in the number for the “Littles Shopping Network”, the shopping show where they spent the entire time showcasing all manner of furniture and supplies for “caring for your Little”. I hated the hosts, Tom and Paula - they were everything that was wrong with the Amazons. Cold, controlling, they seemed not to think that Littles were people at all, just pets at best or toys at worst. I hated this show. I turned to my carousel and tried to find the dot where I had left off, it was in the mid-two-hundreds.

“That’s right, Tom - this upgraded RoboNanny x9 can either be installed into an existing crib, or it optionally comes with its own, and it also comes with a guarantee that any Little placed in its care can be kept inside for up to seven days unattended. It feeds, it cleans, it changes, it dresses, it rocks them to sleep. Everything you need for a night out, a weekend away, or even a short vacation!” Paula beamed at the camera, never even looking at her co-host.

“My my, Paula - that’s simply incredible. I understand that our own studio Little Esme has been in this RoboNanny for what, three days now?” Tom’s smug voice came from the TV speakers and my head snapped up to look. Sure enough, there was a blonde Little with a pacifier stuffed in her mouth who was holding desperately onto the bars of a crib. She reached pleadingly through the bars and started to cry. “Uh oh,” Tom continued, “Looks like someone needs a nap. RoboNanny, begin naptime routine for Little Esme.”

The Little wailed as flexible metal arms came from the sides of the crib and grabbed her by the wrists and ankles and laid her down. You could see her trying to struggle free but the mechanical arms were too strong. A flexible tube appeared from over the head of the crib and attached itself to the shield of her pacifier. The camera zoomed in on the tube and showed a red liquid entering the pacifier and moments later, Esme was unconcious. I heard my paci hit the ground at the same time April’s phone rang. I quickly closed my agape mouth and put the pacifier back between my lips. Poor Esme. I shuddered, thinking about how that could have been me. Trapped in a cage for days where a machine fed you and changed your diapers, an endless cycle of eating and changing. I felt a tear in my eye for poor Esme.

“That’s a content Little right there, Tom. Look how peacefully she’s sleeping,” rage bubbled in my heart as Paula walked away to show the next product, a teddy bear shaped sleepsack. Before they could begin expounding on the horrible features of their device, April’s phone conversation caught my attention.

“Actually, I’m watching it right now,” April was relaxing on the couch, even she didn’t seem to see how awful what they did to Esme was, which made me feel a little afraid, “Oh mom, no. Please don’t buy me that RoboNanny, I don’t want one.”

My blood ran cold.

“I know you’re excited that I got a Little, but you already bought the crib, the changing table, that excellent pacifier - which has been a lifesaver - and more diapers than Kimmy will go through in a year, please don’t buy the RoboNanny.”

A year. The words rang in my ears. I hadn’t really thought about the future, I was mostly trying to survive the present, to make the best of it… I had been in diapers 24/7 for at least a week, maybe a week and a half, could I endure it for a year?

“Yes, I know the crib is tax deductible. No, I don’t want the deduction, we agreed that you’d use it when you bought the crib. No mom, I’m not falling for that one. That’s how you got me to take your expensive microwave. If you buy another RoboNanny and tell me that you don’t like the color of the old one, I’m still not taking the old one. I like changing Kimmy’s diapers. She doesn’t bite, she doesn’t scratch, she doesn’t kick… Mom, she doesn’t even try to escape. She’s a good girl. Changing her diaper makes me feel close to her, I want her to feel how much I love her and a RoboNanny won’t do that. I won’t do that to her.”

April’s mom must have been talking now, April went silent. My emotions were an absolute rollercoaster. April planned on keeping me in diapers for a year… maybe more… probably more. Maybe forever? Oh my goodness, was I going to be her baby forever? Would I never get to wear makeup again? Or feed myself? Or pee in a toilet? I looked down at my t-shirt and diaper and read the “I Wuv My Mommy”. All of these emotions were flooding, but at the same time, I could hear how much April cared about me and that felt good. She wanted to protect me, she wanted me to be happy.

“Okay mom, I’ll take that one from you. But promise me, no RoboNanny. Okay, good. I love you too. Yes, I’m sending you the newest picture of Kimmy right now, Lisa was holding her. Oh yes, they are adorable together. Oh, mom - I need to go, Kimmy looks tired, I think she needs to be put to bed.”

I did feel tired all of a sudden. I looked at my unfinished carousel… the TV had distracted me, I didn’t get to finish. I only connected a few more dots. I leaned down to put the crayon to the page again and suddenly I was up in the air. April flipped the TV off and pulled me close.

“Let’s get you in your jammies and a nighttime diaper, little girl,” April smiled at me, I stared up at her in a daze. “Oh sweetie, are you okay?”

I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I didn’t want to talk. I bit down on the teat of the pacifier and buried my head in April’s neck.

“Oh sweetie, what’s wrong? Oh no,” April seemed genuinely distraught at me being upset, she carried me to the nursery and sat me down on the changing table. “Okay sweetie, you can talk, tell me what’s wrong. I need to understand.” She gently took the pacifier from my mouth.

“I’m scared of the RoboNanny,” as soon as the words tumbled from my lips, I started bawling.

“Oh Kimmy, my little Kimmy, I’m so sorry. We won’t be getting one of those. I promise. I want to be close to you, sweetheart. You know that, right?” I nodded, trying to stifle the sobs coming from me. April picked me up and laid me in her arms, facing up at her. She made a shushing sound and rocked me gently and… honestly, it was nice. She held me close and rocked me and whispered to me, “My little Kimmy, you’re always safe with me. I’ll always take care of you, my little one.”

When I had calmed down, she laid me down on the changing table and removed my shirt and diaper, remarking, “Only a little bit wet,” as she threw it away… which was a surprise to me, I didn’t remember wetting it at all, but I was really upset so who knows. She gently lifted my legs and laid me down on the soft, soft padding of a nighttime diaper. She moved extra slowly as she powered me and rubbed it in gently, taking some time to also rub it on my arms. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, feeling her draw the front of the diaper up, forcing my legs apart slightly. Soon the tapes were fastened and I was trapped in yet another diaper.

“We’re going to put you in your sleeper outfit, Kimmy - just because you were so upset. I want you to feel snug and secure.”

I nodded, I didn’t want the sleeper outfit, but this wasn’t an argument I thought I could win. She worked my feet into the pink legs of the jammies, and then my arms, tugged my hands into the thumbless mittens and zipped up the back securely. April had kept me in this sleeper the first few nights to make sure I wouldn’t hurt myself, or figure out some way to take the diaper off even though I’ve never been able to budge the tapes even a bit. She hugged me close and said, “You know what? You’re all snuggly, you can come sleep with me just for tonight.”

I hugged her back as tightly as I could as she carried me off to her bedroom. The last thing I remember hearing as I drifted off to sleep in her arms… in her giant bed… was, “I love you so much, Kimberly. You are perfect just the way you are.”

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Part 4

When I woke up, I was in the swing in the living room, still in the sleeper. I looked around but I couldn’t spot April anywhere. The pressure on my bladder was strong, so I let it go and felt the thick nighttime diaper grow warm and heavy between my legs. I tried not to think about the RoboNanny or the feelings from the night before. My tummy grumbled and I was looking forward to breakfast. April made killer bacon and I got a strip or two most mornings with a bottle of orange juice. Breakfast was a rare occassion where I got to feed myself entirely on my own, and I cherished it. Unbidden, I smiled remembering falling to sleep in April’s loving arms. It felt good to be loved like that.

“Okay, great, I’ll see you tonight,” April was saying as she hung up her phone, walking from the kitchen into the living room. “Well good morning, Sleeping Cutie. I already finished eating, but I saved you a piece of bacon.” She looked good today, she was usually a skirt-and-top kind of girl, but today it was yoga pants and a t-shirt, a very different look for her. I liked it.

“Yay!” I exclaimed, determined to start the day off on the right foot with April. I raised my arms joyfully into the air and beamed.

“Oh my, someone is in a good mood today, I am so glad,” she stopped the swing and retrieved me from it, carrying me into the kitchen. The odds of getting changed before breakfast were nil, I just hoped she’d remember the mittens before she put me in the high chair, but I didn’t think I’d score any points by pointing it out myself.

Nope. She dropped me in the high chair, my thick diaper squishing beneath me. I held up my hands a little less than subtly, under the guise of waiting for the tray.

She caught the hint and said, “Silly Mommy,” stripping the sleeper off of me with remarkable speed and leaving me in the high chair in just a diaper. I felt extremely uncomfortable with my breasts exposed… they weren’t large, I was on the small side of B, but it still felt strange to be topless. I actually felt better when she tied the bib, no words - just a big butterfly today - around my neck, covering my chest. The tray was snapped into place and a hunk of bacon the size of my forearm was presented to me, with a sippy cup of juice!

“Thank you so much!” I said happily as I took a sip of the juice and started in on the bacon.

April just laughed, sitting down to watch me eat. She grabbed a guitar from the corner in the living room and started playing some chords. I only knew a tiny bit about music, I’d tried the guitar a couple of times but gave up because it was too hard. I couldn’t read music and I couldn’t tell you the name of a note by hearing it, but I could memorize chords and progressions. Listening to April while I ate was nice, she was a real professional. Her transitions were smooth and her timing was always perfect. I’m sure I looked hilarious to her, holding one single piece of bacon between both hands and gnawing on it like a squirrel. She watched me, smiling, never missing a beat while I devoured my slice of bacon with a big smile on my face and then drained the juice. The one Amazon-sized slice of bacon left me very full, it was exactly what I wanted this morning.

“All done!” I said happily, I really did feel happy but I was hamming it up a bit for April’s benefit. Snuggling her last night was so, so, so much better than going to sleep alone in the crib. I wondered if she’d let me join her again tonight. I remembered the sound of her heartbeat which had lulled me to sleep.

“You’re such a messy girl,” April teased, using the bib to wipe off my fingers and face, “Good thing you always wear a bib!”

She tickled me and I laughed, and despite how bizarre this all was… it felt good. It felt good to make her happy, knowing that she really did care about me.

“Hmm, looks like you don’t really need a change just yet, which is fine. I have chores to do,” she carried me to the living room and deposited me in the playpen, one of those collapsible ones with the mesh walls.

“Cold!” I whined, holding my arms to me, hoping she’d give me a shirt… I really didn’t like being topless.

“Oh Kimmy,” April sighed and strode off. I pulled myself to my feet in the playpen. Standing upright, I couldn’t see over the padded border to the mesh walls. I could probably scale it if I really needed to, but that would just make things harder. One thing was for sure, this world had no shortage of ways to restrain me. April came back a few moments later holding a white shirt with ruffled pink sleeves that read, “Cutie Pie” in fancy cursive lettering, and pulled it on over my head.

“Thank you,” I smiled and sat down.

April gazed down at me, with a wide but soft smile, “You really are special, little Kimmy.” And with that, the day continued, me trapped in a playpen while April buzzed about the house, cleaning and straightening… with an occassional music break.

The time in the playpen turned out not to be all that bad… I hadn’t noticed before, but the blocks in the playpen were actually a brain teaser, the kind you had to turn a certain way and it came apart, then you had to work to put it back together. I actually loved puzzles like these, I would spend some of my precious free time back home doing one of these in an afternoon. April checked in on me periodically, pleased that I had discovered the true purpose of the toy, and she showered me with praise when she came back and it was done.

“My little Kimmy! I knew you were a clever one, the adoption agency told me not to bother with brain toys, but I just knew you would be able to do them. I am so proud of you,” she leaned down and kissed me on the head, “I’m almost done - you took a lot longer with that toy than an Amazon child would, but I’m really impressed. And you have almost perfect timing. It’s almost lunchtime and I bet you’re soaked.”

I was actually a little dumbfounded at the remark… that puzzle was hard, like, “join the puzzle club” hard. I suddenly felt a renewed sense of intimidation at the new world I inhabited and it made a bit more sense why the Amazons looked down on Littles the way they did. Before I could say anything, April was off… which was probably for the best, she seemed to really be enjoying my short, child-like replies this morning and nothing I wanted to talk about right then would qualify.

Figuring a diaper change was coming soon, I took a moment to flood the nighttime diaper again. This way I would get to enjoy the comfort of a clean one as long as possible. Sure enough, I was whisked off to the nursery shortly after, where I was changed into a fresh diaper and had a pair of shortalls pulled on over my “Cutie Pie” shirt. She pulled my hair up into pigtails and tied them each with a small pink bow… even tied up in high pigtails that way, the bottoms still brushed past my shoulders. She clipped my pacifier to the shortalls but didn’t stick it in my mouth before she picked me back up. As April carried me back to the living room, I saw the two of us in the mirror in the hallway… and there I was, being carried on the hip of a beautiful giant, my hair in pigtails and an obvious diaper bulge under the snap-crotch shortalls. I looked every bit the baby that April treated me as, and my heart sank a bit. Maybe I was getting too comfortable with this, maybe I needed to resist just a bit more. I didn’t want anyone to think I liked it, after all…

The rest of the day went uneventfully, I continued to be good, April and I played some game-type activities where she cheered for me a lot and we watched some cartoons, until the doorbell rang late that afternoon.

I found myself in the playpen again while April answered the door. Lisa was here to babysit, April was going to go out… I felt a pang of panic, but calmed myself. Everything would be fine, Lisa liked me now, nothing bad was going to happen. I suddenly felt very worried and just a touch sad, I didn’t want April to go. April took care of me, April kept bad things from happening to me. Would Lisa even be able to do the same?

Lisa strode in, jeans and a cute top, immaculate makeup as always. She walked right over to the playpen and picked me up, “Hey there cutie, are we going to have fun tonight? Can you promise to be good for me?”

April walked up near her and suddenly I had the urge to… I just went with it. I held my arms out to April and whimpered.

Lisa looked hurt. Shit.

April took me in her arms and held me close, “Oh little sweetie, everything’s fine.”

“Wow April, she’s really attached to you today,” Lisa said with a touch of jealousy in her voice.

“We had a really rough night,” April said softly as she stroked my back, “Kimmy had a lot of tears and it took a lot of cuddling.”

“Oh, poor thing,” Lisa’s voice softened, “Hey Kimmy,” she said in a light tone, “don’t worry, you and I are going to have a great time tonight. Remember, your mommy promised I could give you a bottle of the chocolate if you could be a good girl for me.”

I sniffled and held my arms out to Lisa. April laughed and handed me over to her, “Well, looks like you’re friends again. I have to get ready, don’t forget her bedtime is at 7 PM. Littles need more sleep than you or I, they can be emotionally compromised if they don’t get it.”

Lisa carried me over to the couch and sat down with me in her lap, “Don’t worry, I actually stayed up last night reading a ton about caring for a Little, I’m ready for this.”

When April came out of the bedroom, I was sitting on the couch in Lisa’s lap with my head resting against her breasts like a pillow. It was amazingly comfortable. We were watching an animated movie I had never seen before, and I was actually really enjoying myself. I sat up when I saw April. She was dressed in what would have been considered a Chinese-style dress back home, red with gold accents. Her hair was done up behind her and her makeup was… really, really good. She looked amazing.

“Pretty,” I said softly, which made April laugh.

“Oh thank you, sweetie. I just hope my date likes it as much as you do,” she smiled, “If you guys are going to finish the movie, make sure she drinks a bottle while you do - she hasn’t had enough to drink today.”

“No problem. Have a great time, we’ll be fine. I’ll see you when you get back,” Lisa waved to her friend, who headed out the door and left me… with a babysitter.

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Part 5

After April left, Lisa and I played. We actually had a lot of fun, we played hide and seek… which was really surreal with an actual giant looking for you and chasing you. Every round ended up with me curled up in her arms, laughing from being tickled. It wasn’t exactly fair, crinkling gave away my position several times. We listened to some music, she had pretty good taste. She taught me a couple of songs and we sang together. The tracks where I knew April was playing in the background felt special to me. She threw me on April’s bed a few times, flying through the air was a lot of fun. It was a carefree afternoon, and it was probably the most fun I’d had since I got here.

Lisa got physically worn out before I did, so she decided we should go back to watching movies… so we rounded out the evening with an animated film. The only downside was that I had to nurse a bottle during the movie, she would pause it any time I stopped drinking.

“Well, little Kimmy,” she said, setting the bottle on the end table and squeezing her arms around me as I sat in her lap, “that’s the end of the movie and the end of the bottle. How about some dinner?”

The blood drained from my face as I felt the worst possible sensation… my bowels were cramping.

“Kimmy, are you okay?” Lisa sounded worried. She stood me up and turned me around on her lap, facing her. Before I could stop myself, I had done the unthinkable. This was not the first time this had happened to me since I arrived in this dimension, but it was still unspeakably awful. I started crying from sheer embarrassment. It wasn’t fair, I barely had any warning, it was like that the first time too… it was like that every time. Heavy sobs wracked my body as Lisa scrambled to figure out what was wrong… when the smell hit her.

“Oh, you… I can’t believe you waited for your mommy to leave to do that… oh man,” she carried me at arms length to the nursery and laid me down on the changing table. She popped the pacifier that hung from the shortalls in my mouth, but it didn’t look like she had the heart to pump the shield to inflate the nipple and really silence me. I sucked on the nipple and shut my eyes tight as I tried to pretend that I wasn’t there, that none of this was happening. That I hadn’t just messed myself and I was about to be cleaned up by a giant woman and fastened into another diaper… but that’s what was happening.

I was finally calming down as Lisa finished taping the clean diaper on me and snapped my shortalls back together. She picked me up and held me tight, and said calmly, “Shhh, it’s okay - it happens, everything is okay. You are taken care of.”

I had to suffer through those hiccupping sobs as she stroked my back, carrying me to the kitchen.

“I’m not mad at you, Kimmy,” Lisa said softly as she lowered me into the high chair, “You didn’t do it on purpose. You’re a Little, you can’t control when you go. It’s not your fault.”

The words stung as she reminded me of my status in this world.

“Now let’s see, what do we have for dinner… oh, looks like leftover chicken. Where’s the blender?”

My mouth dropped open and the pacifier fell from my lips - she was going to blend my food and spoonfeed me?! Before I could stop myself, I heard my voice call out.

“No!” I heard myself say. Lisa whirled to look at me, I didn’t have much choice but to double down, “April lets me-”

“Your mommy,” Lisa corrected me, a slight edge to her voice.

“Lets me,” I continued, not correcting myself, “eat bites of food, she feeds me bites with a fork.”

“I don’t think so,” Lisa said as she dumped a portion of chicken into the blender and filled a bottle with apple juice, “All the books say that Littles your size-”

“And I get to drink from a sippy cup at dinner not a bottle!” Oops. I had done it now. Lisa was mad.

“What the hell, Kimmy? We were getting along so well and all of a sudden you’re throwing a tantrum,” she looked up at the clock, “Ohhh… I see, I messed up.”

I looked up and saw it was 7:30… she was blaming all of my feelings on being tired, which felt incredibly unfair.

“Let’s just have dinner quickly and go to bed,” she said as she put the bottle on the tray and started warming up the blended chicken in the microwave. I did some deep breathing to try and calm down, but I was really upset and the fact that she was blaming it all on me being cranky and not taking any ownership of the fact that she was taking away things that I had earned bothered me immensely.

Lisa sat down at the table in front of me and blew on a small bite of chicken. She held it to my face but I turned my head.

“Kimmy,” she sighed, “Look, I’m sorry that I missed your bedtime. We were having too much fun. I’ve really enjoyed tonight. Eat this for me and you can still have some of the Littles’ Chocolate.”

I grudgingly took the bite and realized how good I had it with April. It was a struggle to get through the bowl and the bottle. I felt incredible relief when it was all gone and Lisa went to get the chocolate from the fridge. Maybe the chocolate would make me feel better… I remembered how good it was.

It was better than I remembered. I sucked at the bottle happily, feeling the chocolate fill my mouth. It was better than any dessert I had ever had back home, better than the best cheesecake, better than the best anything. And Lisa took it away from me after just a few sucks.

“Lisa!” I wailed.

“Kimmy, this was for if you were good tonight. You were good until dinner, and then you were throwing tantrums - so you only get a little bit. You should be glad I gave you as much as I did.”

“That’s not fair!” I yelled at her. I really, really wanted more of that chocolate. I reached for the bottle, but she put it back in the fridge.

“I think you’re too wound up for a normal bedtime, we’re going to try a thing I read about in the books,” she walked out of the room. I shook the highchair tray impotently, trapped. I picked up the empty juice bottle and threw it. Lisa walked back in with a backpack and laid out a fluffy yellow blanket on the floor, and set down a set of Little-sized headphones… I didn’t like the look of that.

“Lisa, I’m sorry - I’ll go to bed nicely, I don’t think-”

“Shh, the book says that Littles your size really like this, that you’ll sleep better than you ever have before. They recommend doing this for all Littles your size and smaller.”

Lisa unbuttoned the shortalls and removed my shirt before releasing the tray, when she did she picked me up and pulled the shortalls off of me. She started to lay me down on the blanket but I fought hard to get up, pleading, “Please Lisa, don’t do this. I’m sorry. I’ll be good,” but Lisa silently laid me down and held me there with one hand, naked on the blanket except for my diaper. She folded one side of the blanket over me, then the other, then folded the bottom up and rolled me over, and before I could do anything, I was completely trapped. I couldn’t move an inch. The blanket was wrapped tightly and I couldn’t move at all.

I started to cry as she put the headphones over my ears.

“Shhh, everything’s okay,” she called softly to me, she really didn’t think she was harming me at all… she thought she was helping. She picked my cocooned self up off the ground and held me in her arms, switching on the headphones. Soft noises started coming from the earpieces with whispering hidden underneath them. I fought as hard as I could, I had seen the hypnosis kits on the Littles Shopping Network, and I really, really wanted no part of this. Lisa just rocked me, my face turned inward toward her, my head resting on her arm as she rocked from side to side, carrying me into the living room.

I woke up as April peeled the blanket from me, I was beyond groggy but so happy to see her… her mouth was moving but it took a while for the sound to register, she sounded upset. Did I do something wrong?

I was laying in April’s arms, looking out I saw Lisa, who was sitting on the couch. The clock behind her said 11… she never put me to bed, she held me in her lap for hours.

“You can’t just add hypnotic triggers to someone else’s Little, Lisa. It’s not right,” April held me close and I hugged her arm, “I won’t tell you what you can and can’t do with your own Little, but I don’t want Kimmy’s mind tampered with. She’s very smart for a Little.”

“I’m so sorry, April - I… I was just following the book, I thought I was helping. I thought you’d like to be able to just swaddle her up and have her go to sleep every time without fighting… she is really, really hard to deal with if you miss her bedtime.”

“Your heart was in the right place but please, ask before you do anything like that again, I want to be able to trust you with my Kimmy, you’re my best friend! I don’t agree with all the books, Kimmy has already proven to me that they’re not always right.”

“I am so, so sorry,” Lisa sniffled and I felt bad for her, “I would never do anything to hurt Kimmy, you’re right - there’s something special about the love you can give to a Little.”

April softened a bit at that and said, “I forgive you, you didn’t know. I can show you some different books you might find interesting, some ideas that are a little more modern…”

Lisa stood, she kissed me on the head, and headed for the door, “I think I’d like that. I… I really enjoyed tonight. I had a really nice time with Kimmy. You’re right, she’s something special.”

After the door was closed, I felt April carrying me back to the nursery… I felt… well, drugged, honestly. I had trouble holding my head up and my limbs felt like they each weighed a ton. In my daze, I felt April change me and zip me up into a footed sleeper, and carry me out of the nursery.

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Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 1-5

I think it’s a nice start, bbykimmy. It’s rather nice to read one of these DD stories in which the antagonist​ is not just downright nasty. Lisa here seems perfectly nice, just misguided. And April (misguided as well, since by definition all Amazons are) seems to want to treat Kimmy well, by her terms. This last bit with the hypnosis might come into play, I suppose. Something has to, since Kimmy will need to learn to accept her situation (which is the single normative condition for DD stories).

Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 1-5

Thank you very much :slight_smile: You may find that this story is quite a bit different from the standard DD fare, I hope you enjoy it.

Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 1-5

Part 6

I woke up earlier than usual the next morning to an unfamiliar sight. I was cradled in April’s arms halfway under the covers, and she was asleep. I looked around as much as I could without moving, I liked looking at April’s bedroom. I tried not to move too much because, well, I didn’t want to wake a sleeping giant. April always woke up before me and it felt really nice to see her asleep. Her chest moved with a slow rhythm, I could hear her heartbeat easily. I sighed softly and let the pressure on my bladder go, flooding the diaper like I always seemed to need to when I woke up. I snuggled closer into April’s arms and gave the giant girl a kiss on her nose. She had a bit of lipstick still on her lips, she must have cleaned up in a hurry before laying down.

I tried to remember what happened the previous night, but it was hard to recall. I remembered fighting Lisa over being swaddled, losing, and then everything was a murky haze. I remembered a tiny bit of feeling good, like April came to my rescue, but I couldn’t remember much about it. I closed my eyes and relaxed, just enjoying April’s breathing, enjoying her warmth, the warmth of her breath, the smell of her hair… this… this, I honestly didn’t mind at all. If the rest of life here with the Amazons was this pleasant, I don’t think I’d have any complaints at all.

I felt April stir and I turned to face her as her giant green eyes opened slowly.

“Good morning,” I said to her softly and kissed her on the nose again.

“Aww, sweetie. What a nice way to wake up,” she smiled. Then her face darkened and she sat up, grabbing me by the torso and sitting me up, “Kimmy, are you okay? How do you feel?”

I was startled by her sudden movement and I felt a little dizzy, “I’m okay - a little sleepy still I think. My diaper is wet.”

“How do you feel about your diapers?” she asked me.

“Um, I don’t like them? I never have. I wish you had a toilet I could use. Hell, I’d even be happy to pee in one of those stupid potty chairs, anything would beat having to wear diapers,” I said frankly.

“Oh good,” she sighed, looking visibly relieved, “I was so scared that Lisa had accidentally damaged your little mind. She added a hypnotic trigger to you, you Littles are incredibly susceptible to hypnosis. You seem to be wired to accept almost any hypnotic trigger, I was afraid she overwrote some of your personality!”

“That’s possible?” I asked, scared, “What did she do to me?”

“She said you were a nightmare because she let you stay up past your bedtime, yelling and throwing things, so she needed a way to get you to sleep - Kimmy, did you really do all that?”

I looked down, suddenly ashamed at my behavior, “She put my dinner in a blender and made me drink from the bottle, and she took the chocolate away from me,” I said defensively.

“Oh,” she laughed, “you are a spoiled Little aren’t you? It seems like each of you Littles is wired to melt down at a specific time, something about our minutes being longer than yours. Your time,” she booped me on the nose, “is 7 PM. You probably don’t even realize it’s happening to you, but your emotions become incredibly disregulated at that time.”

“But it wasn’t fair,” I complained, refusing to cede that I was motivated by anything but the unfairness of the situation, “I like the way you feed me much better, and I like the sippy cup better than the bottle.”

“Littles,” she said as she swept me up into her arms and hugged me close, “don’t know what’s good for them, my silly little girl. I can feed you that way because we’re very careful and we’ve learned each others’ patterns. I wouldn’t let Lisa feed you that way even if she wanted to, you might choke. She did the right thing, you were in the wrong. You live in a dangerous world that wasn’t built for someone as small and delicate as you, darling. The rules are there for your protection, believe it or not.”

Inwardly I thought, Just let me go home then, the words burned on my tongue, I wanted to say them so badly but April was so soft and cuddly, and happy… it would just start a fight.

“Am I still hypnotized?” I asked cautiously.

“No sweetie, not hypnotized… you have a trigger now. Any time someone swaddles you and rocks you, you will go to sleep no matter what, even if you just woke up. You won’t be able to control it. Some Littles need triggers like that because they can’t cope with how time flows differently here, so they just need a little help. You don’t have that problem, and I don’t like swaddling - so that trigger will probably never get used again.”

As I lay on my back in this giant’s arms, I felt how deeply she really cared for me… and I honestly cared for her too.

“I… I love you,” as soon as the L-word came from my lips, April lit up light a million candles… but it didn’t last, “April,” I finished, using her name. She deflated a bit. She still looked happy, but not on top of the world like she was just a moment ago.

“So close,” she smiled sadly. “I love you too, my little Kimmy. I love you more than you’ll probably ever realize.”

She started carrying me out of her bedroom and toward the nursery. I couldn’t help but press for some information.

“If you know I don’t like the diapers, why do you make me wear them? Why can’t we get a potty chair?”

“Well one, your bladder is tiny and erratic. We’d have to run to the potty chair at all manner of odd times, and it wouldn’t help at all in public. The world just doesn’t have reliable potty facilities for Littles. Two, most Littles don’t keep control the longer they are here. Even if you could make it to the potty chair every time now, it might not be true in the future. Three, I like changing your diapers. I also think you are very, very cute in diapers. You wear diapers, and I have no plans to change that.” She squeezed me tightly as she carried me into the nursery, “Now let’s get you dressed and fed. We have things to do today.”

I was left in the playpen while April got dressed. After that, she dressed me to go out, and I actually got a pair of shoes. She put me in a daytime diaper and a yellow sundress with white velcro shoes. My hair was put up in pigtails again and the pacifier clipped to the dress.

“Where are we going?” I asked as she carried me to her car.

“I have to work today, sweetie. They need a rhythm guitar player and I got the call.”

“Can I watch you play? I’ll be good, I’ll sit still and not move.”

“No, sweetie - it’s against this studio’s policy. There are a couple in town that allow Littles in, but this studio has a daycare attached to it, so you’ll be staying there while I record. It should only be a few hours.”

“I don’t want to go to a daycare, can I stay with Lisa instead?” I pleaded.

“No, Kimmy,” April said as she pushed the pacifier between my lips, the signal that she was done arguing with me over this, “Lisa is at her job. You are going to the daycare and that’s all there is to it. Now, I want you to be on your best behavior. Act like a good Little, I know you know how. You are extremely charming when you want to be. Don’t try to prove that you’re big, don’t try to prove that you’re an adult - it won’t go well for you. Use small words and be happy and your day will be great. If you act up for the daycare like you did for Lisa, they will punish you. I’m trusting you not to end up in a bad spot, sweetie.”

I pouted a bit as she strapped me into the car seat and considered her words. Lisa actually liked me, these daycare people wouldn’t even know me. It was going to be hard, but I had to try my best to be their idea of a “perfect Little”. I resented it, but I was glad that April was looking out for me. I sucked the pacifier loudly as the car started and pulled out of the driveway, wishing I had a book to read or something to do during the drive.

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Part 7

I held on to the leg of April’s pants, feeling very unsure of myself in these unfamiliar surroundings. The counter was chest-high to the Amazons, so it was far, far above my head. I couldn’t see the person April was talking to, but she sounded younger.

“No, no allergies, any standard snack food should be fine,” I heard April answering the girl’s questions.

“What Little range is she?” the girls voice came from high above.

“Kimmy is about 10 months, maybe 11 - but her brain development is higher than average, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

Ten months? I didn’t like the sound of that at all. They considered me less developed than a one-year old child? No wonder there was the insistence for blended foods. There had to be a way I could get April to promote me to something with a little more maturity!

“Does she have her own pacifier?”

“She has a Silencer pacifier and she’s used to it. Three pumps is perfect, only two and she can still spit it out, but four hurts her mouth.”

I looked through the clear plastic gate into the daycare area beyond. The place was brightly lit and brightly colored, there were lots of drawings stuck to the walls all over the place. There was some really high quality, cheery music playing from speakers in the ceiling, but that wasn’t too surprising given that we were at a recording studio. I saw a line of cribs against the back wall, and a pile of huge blocks. It was hard to make out much else from my current angle but I wasn’t about to press myself to the gate. Even if the blocks looked like they might be fun, I still didn’t want to go in there. I looked up at April and sucked on the pacifier.

“Is she prone to dehydration?”

“Oh yes, she needs a full bottle at least four times a day. I’ve only given her one so far today, she should definitely have one with lunch.”

“She’s on the cusp… does she walk well?”

“No problems there, little Kimmy walks just fine.”

“Any preferred or prohibited punishments?”

“Kimmy is afraid of robots, it seems - so the less robot interaction, the better. Generally the pacifier is enough to curb bad behavior with her if you get to her quickly enough,” April continued. It felt really strange to have my “behavior” discussed while I stood right there, but a “perfect Little” wouldn’t chime in here and that was still my goal, “Time outs are fine, spanking should be a last resort. Absolutely no permanent changes, no hypnosis, and no modifications.” At this, I held on to April’s leg tightly, now I really didn’t want to go in there - a daycare normally had the right to make a permanent change to a Little? The idea was terrifying.

“Okay, I think we’re all set - we close at 5 so please pick her up before then. Is there anything else we need to know?”

“Oh, one thing - keep her away from the Littles’ Chocolate. I’d like to keep that in reserve as a big treat, don’t want her to get too spoiled here.”

My mouth hung open and the pacifier fell out. I felt completely robbed! They had the chocolate and April said I couldn’t have any? I put the paci back in and frowned, wondering if there was any way I could get a hold of some anyway. The clear gate swung open and a young girl in her early twenties leaned down and beckoned me in. She had a bright smile and pink streaks in her black hair. She wore the daycare uniform, a dark blue polo-type shirt and a pair of khakis.

“Hi Kimmy, I’m Miss Michelle. I’m one of the teachers here at LittleGarden. Would you like to come in and play with us?” I hesitated, and she looked up at April while still crouching down to my level, “Has she ever been to a daycare before?”

“No, I’ve only had her for a couple of weeks, she’s new,” April answered softly, gently pushing me towards Miss Michelle… which only made me cling tighter.

“Come on in, Kimmy - we’re going to have so much fun! I promise your mommy will be back for you when she’s done. But you and me? We’re going to be such good friends! What do you like better? Slides or blocks?”

I steeled my nerves and stepped toward Miss Michelle, keeping a hand on April’s leg but trying very hard to be the “perfect Little” for April. I took another small step and pondered how April would want me to respond. I let the pacifier fall from my mouth and said quietly, “Slide please.”

I looked up at April for approval, she had the biggest smile on her face… but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. She looked proud though, I was glad I didn’t go with the full ‘May I please try the slide’. They thought I was 10 months old, so I guess I’d play to that, it seemed like the best way to stay safe while April was away. Miss Michelle held out her hand, which I took… her touch was gentle and her fingernails were painted a shiny metallic blue, which made me smile.

“Oh Kimmy, we have the best slide, it’s over this way. But first we have to take off our shoes and wash our hands, those are part of the rules.”

I followed Miss Michelle into the play area and heard the plastic gate close behind me and then lock with a loud “ka-chunk”. I looked back to see April walking away and I felt panic rising in my chest. April was the only one who really looked out for me so far. Anything could happen now that she was gone. I felt Miss Michelle guiding me to a sitting position where she unbuckled my shoes and handed them to me.

“Can you be a great helper and put those over in the shoe rack?”

I nodded, focusing in on the simple task and trying to quell my fear. I walked over to the giant red plastic set of cubbies and put my white velcro shoes in them. I heard Miss Michelle clap behind me.

“Oh you are a great helper, Kimmy,” I felt her stick something to my back and she guided me to a Little-sized sink where I washed my hands. “Let’s go find that slide, then we’ll meet Miss Rachael and our new friends.”

She kept a hand on my back between my shoulders as she led me deeper into the play area, I looked around as I let her guide me. They had an eating area with Little sized tables and chairs and a line of highchairs along the wall, a small kitchen to go with it. They had several large playpens, huge plastic building blocks, a corner full of giant stuffed animals, and a shelf with lots of large plastic cars and similar toys. There was a changing area in the corner that looked like it was run by a humanoid robot, but the robot didn’t have legs, it was on a four-wheeled platform. I didn’t consider myself afraid of robots like April said, but I really didn’t want to get changed by that thing. There looked to be about 20 or so Littles here, a few already confined to the playpens or cribs, and only 2 Amazons supervising. The other Amazon, Rachael, was significantly older than Miss Michelle, she was guiding a group of Littles through some kind of crafting activity… but she wasn’t smiling. Miss Michelle led me to some carpeted stairs that led up to a huge twisting slide that was half again taller than the Amazons, this slide was enormous! The bottom of it opened into a small ball pit. I stared up at the towering slide, it was actually a little intimidating.

Miss Michelle nudged me toward the stairs, “Go on, Kimmy - I have to go help Miss Rachael, be a good girl and play nicely with the other Littles.”

A Little boy came careening from the open mouth of the slide as she walked away and landed in the ballpit, he let out a big laugh as he climbed out. He actually seemed reasonably happy. I wondered if he really liked it or if he was faking. He pushed past me to climb the stairs again without saying a word. I saw that he had a sticker on his back that read “Brad” as he climbed up to slide again. Really, I just wanted to find a corner to sit down in and wait for April to come and save me, but she had said in no uncertain terms that the best way to be safe was to appear to enjoy being Little in the way the Amazons expected. So I climbed to the top of the stairs after Brad and looked out on the daycare. The place was huge, thousands of square feet easily. From here I could see over the gate and out into the music studio. I looked around and spotted the fridge, I made a mental note of it. I doubted I’d actually get my hands on the Littles’ Chocolate, but I’d have an eye out for if the opportunity presented itself.

“Take your turn!” a woman’s voice came from behind me. I looked back and saw a Little, bigger than me, waiting impatiently behind me. She had short-cut black hair and she was wearing a denim jumper over a pink shirt, with a pacifier clipped to her pocket. The sight would have been absolutely laughable back home, but here I actually found her intimidating. I stared at the gaping maw of the slide, it was easily fifteen feet up in the air and it looked like it would go fast. I sat down cautiously in the slide and pushed off… the world rushed past me as I slid, looping around and after a few moments, landing on my back in the ball pit at the bottom. I laughed a little despite myself, and started to crawl out of the pit… when the woman smashed into me from behind, sending me head first into a shelf. Toys clattered to the ground all around me and I held my head, it really hurt.

“Ow! Son of a bitch, that hurts! Shit!” I cursed, holding my head, checking to see if I was bleeding.

The room fell deathly silent and I felt myself hoisted into the air by my armpits. I found myself face-to-face with Rachael, her brown hair pulled into a severe bun, paint stains on her uniform shirt and a scowl on her face.

“Michelle, Little Sadie needs another time out for playing rough, make it 90 minutes this time. I need to deal with,” she paused a moment, turning me around to look at my back, “Kimmy here.”

I gulped, a rock of dread forming in the pit of my stomach, “Miss Rachael, I got an owie,” I said softly, hoping I could make up for the words I wasn’t supposed to say with the words that I was.

“I saw that, Kimmy, but Littles are NOT allowed to talk the way you did, even if you are hurt,” she said curtly as she shifted me to her hip and carried me over to the counter, “Let’s check your punishment list. You need to learn that those words just aren’t welcome here.” She tapped some keys on the computer with her free hand and she supported my diapered rear with the other… and just then I felt the urge to go. Before I could even stop myself, I peed into the already damp diaper, warming Rachael’s hand. She frowned, “Littles. It looks like it’s your very first trip here, Kimmy so I’m going to go easy on you. It says here you need a bottle, and I can feel that you need a change, so we’re just going to have the RoboNanny take care of both of those for us.”

“Please no!” I heard myself cry out. I covered my mouth with both hands. Rachael glared down at me.

I heard Miss Michelle come up behind us and say softly, “She’s a robophobe, Rachael… it says so right there. Can’t we…”

“She needs a punishment, a bottle, and a diaper. We have too many Littles to take care of today for special attention like this. We don’t even have to tell RoboNanny to punish her since she’s already afraid, it’s three birds with one stone. She’ll survive a change and a feeding, maybe it will cure her of her fear when she sees it’s not that bad.”

I looked pleadingly to Miss Michelle, who lowered her gaze sadly. It was obvious who had the power here and it wasn’t her. She went back to crafting things with Littles while Rachael carried me over to the changing corner and sat me in a highchair next to the lifeless robot. She buckled me in, snapped the tray into place and looked me square in the eyes.

“You have one chance here, Kimmy. Show me that you’re a good Little girl, open your mouth for this paci. Take your feeding and your change without fuss and there will be no further punishment,” she said with perfect calm.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth even though every fiber of by being was screaming to fight it and run away. I felt a paci being inserted and then pumped up, I wouldn’t be able to spit it out. I opened my eyes to see Rachael attaching a tube to the shield of the pacifier and visions of Tina trapped in the RoboNanny flooded my mind. Soon after, juice flooded my mouth and I was forced to swallow as more was pumped in. I had to drink this much faster than any bottle and before I knew it, my mouth started to ache. Rachael had walked away, leaving me trapped and being forcefed. Across from me in a contraption that looked like a wrap-around highchair tray was Sadie, who was stuck there and had her arms crossed. She was in some kind of walker with no wheels, all she could do was hang there, held up by a fabric seat by her diapers. She smirked at me at stuck her tongue out. She may have been in time out, but I was the one being forcefed.

After what seemed like an eternity, the juice flow stopped and the tube retracted. Some of the RoboNanny’s humanoid fingers extended sent out six flexible cords, two removed the tray and unbuckled me while one wrapped around each of my wrists and ankles. The pacifier was still in my mouth, which muffled my scream as it lifted me out of the high chair and held me down on the changing table.

“INPUT: 8 MONTHS CONFIRMED, STATUS: CRAWLER,” the RoboNanny said in a cold monotone - Rachael had told the RoboNanny I was a crawler! I thrashed trying to free myself but it was futile. The machine stripped me of my wet daytime diaper and slid a massive cushion under me. A cloud of powder rained down on me and the RoboNanny began taping me into a diaper much thicker than my nighttime diapers, but thankfully not as immobilizing as that tattletale diaper was. The diaper was constructed in a way that the tapes actually went from front to back, and my legs were forced into a sitting position, with a huge bulk between them. My bottom bulged out and there would be absolutely no way I could stand - even if I managed to get up, my body would be bent at a ninety degree angle.

The RoboNanny set me down on the ground on all fours and I felt a moment of gratitude to be away from it when I heard.

“CLOTHING ERROR, SKIRT TOO LONG FOR CRAWLER,” and before I knew it I was being hoisted back up. It stripped me of my dress and pulled a onesie over my head that read, “I Love LittleGarden!” It snapped the fabric between my legs and set me back down. I wanted my dress back! April picked that dress for me and it looked cute and not that babyish. I didn’t look like a Little girl on all fours this way, I looked like a baby. With a full tummy I crawled over to the pile of stuffed animals, tears welling up in my eyes. I found a big stuffed kitty, held it tightly and cried.

After just a short while, I felt myself being picked up in the air again and I cringed, but it was Miss Michelle who was rocking me gently and making a gentle shushing sound.

“It’s okay, Kimmy, everything’s okay. It’s over, you’re okay.” She rocked me gently. “Would you like to go play with some blocks, or would you like to lay down for a nap?”

I tried to answer but the pacifier stopped me, which made me cry harder. Miss Michelle with the pink hair released the pacifier from my mouth and put it on a shelf.

“Nap please,” I sobbed. I didn’t want to be around the other Littles, I didn’t want anyone else to get me in trouble and I didn’t want to be anywhere near Rachael.

“Okay, Kimmy,” Miss Michelle said as she kissed me on the head. She carried me over to an empty crib and laid me down on my side and covered me with a blanket. I clutched the stuffed kitty tightly, I couldn’t even spread out on the mattress, the crawler diaper kept my legs at an angle. I sobbed and wished April would come and get me right now as the crib railing slid back up, locking me in the white wooden prison that I chose myself. I’m not sure how long I laid there watching the other Littles play, but I know I was asleep before Sadie’s time out was done.

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Part 8

I yawned and stretched, but found I couldn’t stretch very far before I realized where I was. I was still in the daycare, in a crib. I used the bars to pull myself to a sitting position, my legs spread far apart by the crawler diaper. This was not the way I wanted to wake up, I wanted to wake up to the whole daycare ordeal being over, safe in April’s arms and headed back home for a nice lunch and some cuddles. I scanned the room, looking for Rachael or Sadie… they didn’t seem to be here. Instead, there were two new Amazons, another young girl - this one with long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail - and a boy with short hair and glasses. I hugged the kitty close and watched the Littles interact with each other and the Amazons, now that there were three caretakers, it seemed like the two new Amazons were guiding activities while Miss Michelle checked on individual Littles. She really seemed to care about Littles and seemed to like her job. She looked over and spotted me watching her, then headed over to the crib.

“Good morning, Little Kimmy, do you feel better after your nap?” she asked, but without waiting for a response the crib bars were coming down and her hand was squeezing my diaper. I blushed at the invasion, “I want to get you out of this crawler diaper, Miss Rachael is gone for the day but I can’t because it’s dry. LittleGarden has a policy not to change dry diapers, Kimmy. Can you fix that for me? Let’s get you back in a normal diaper so you can play.”

I looked over nervously at the RoboNanny… I’d rather be stuck in the crawler diaper than go through that thing holding me down again.

“I’ll change you myself, sweetie. No RoboNanny, I know you don’t like it. Now come on, be a good Little and wet your diaper for me.”

This is what was expected of Littles, wet diapers and obedience. Rachael was gone and Miss Michelle seemed like she only wanted to help me, so with her hand still squeezing my crotch, I let go and flooded the diaper.

“Good girl, Kimmy. You’re a good Little, I’m proud of you. Let’s get you back into something more your age, a regular diaper and your pretty yellow dress. Do you want your pretty yellow dress back, sweetie?”

“Yes please,” I said quietly as Miss Michelle with the pink hair lifted me out of the crib and carried me over to the changing table. Just being near the RoboNanny made me nervous, but it was still… no movement, no sound. “Miss Michelle?” I asked as she laid me down and removed the onesie.

“Yes Kimmy?”

“I like your pink hair,” I said and buried my face in the stuffed kitty after the onesie was removed. She touched one of the pink streaks and smiled before removing the crawler diaper.

“Thank you, sweetie. I like your pigtails,” she hummed a little tune while she powered me and taped me into a blessedly thin normal diaper and pulled my dress on over my head. She popped the still attached pacifier back in my mouth but didn’t pump it. She carried me over to the blocks, where there seemed to be the fewest Littles gathered and set me down. “Can you build me a pretty house, Kimmy?”

I nodded and grabbed some of the blocks - they were plain wooden blocks of various shapes, mostly long rectangles and squares, and I started building my house. Any time another Little came near I would stop and hold the stuffed kitty tightly, but everyone seemed to give me some room after seeing what happened to me earlier.

“I don’t even know why she works here,” I heard the blonde Amazon talking nearby to the boy Amazon, “She doesn’t even like Littles. And her Little Sadie is a monster.”

Of course Sadie belonged to Rachael, that just made sense. The two deserved each other. Then I realized what I just thought… “belonged to”? Sadie didn’t belong to Rachael, right? She was a captive. I didn’t belong to April, did I? Did I want to belong to April? My feelings were all confused when I heard Miss Michelle call out, “Okay, all you Littles of twelve months and older, sit in a chair in the eating area. All Littles younger than that need to be in high chairs.” That didn’t seem fair, the ages were so arbitrary! April said I might be 11 months, I had to figure out a way to get her to tell people I was twelve months instead, then I’d get to sit in a chair. As I was pondering this, Miss Michelle came up from behind me and scooped me up, whisking me off to the eating area. I looked longingly at the stuffed black and white kitty, who had been there for me when I needed comfort. Moments later I was strapped into a high chair with a bib around my neck that read “Littles Love LittleGarden”. I couldn’t say that I agreed with it… until I saw lunch.

They served me an actual sandwich, cut up into squares! The drink was in a bottle, but suddenly that didn’t matter. The pacifier dropped from my mouth in my amazement. I snatched up the sandwich before someone could take it away and took a giant bite. Peanut butter and jelly! The best peanut butter and the best jelly I had ever tasted! The flavor was like an explosion, the taste was amazing. I closed my eyes and just thoroughly enjoyed my sandwich, letting out a long “mmmmm”. It came close to the chocolate, the chocolate was still the best thing I had ever tasted in my life, but the PB&J was a close second. Amazons could certainly target a Little’s tastebuds. I looked around, most of the Littles were also quietly enjoying sandwiches. The two new Amazons were towering over the Littles at the tables, supervising. Miss Michelle had a Little in her arms with a ridiculously thick diaper under her onesie and was feeding her a bottle of what looked like formula. I felt really bad for her, she probably had to deal with the six-month-old designation all the time. I shuddered at the thought. I stopped to take a drink from the bottle. The milk was amazing too! It was banana flavored and very sweet. I decided that lunch time at LittleGarden was a good idea in my book, I just needed to avoid Rachael. I also needed to ask April if she’d buy some of this peanut butter.

Just then I heard the bell at the front desk ring and I looked over and saw April standing there. My heart leapt for joy and I waved vigorously at her, hoping she’d see me. When she did, her face lit up. I stuffed my mouth full of the sandwich while Miss Michelle, after handing the poor six-month Little over to the blonde, went to go talk to April and check me out of here. I heard the boy Amazon call out to me, “Whoa whoa there, Little girl - slow down! You’re going to choke! Do we need to put down that you can’t be trusted to feed yourself?”

I looked horrified at the thought and slowed down, not putting any more of the blessed sandwich into my mouth… I had only eaten half of it, I was still hungry and it was SO GOOD. I shook my head sheepishly at the boy Amazon and took a long drink from the bottle.

Miss Michelle came over to me and took the tray away with my sandwich on it, she laughed at my sad face.

“You get to take the sandwich with you, silly Little,” she teased. She set the tray aside and picked me up, “Your mommy is waiting for you, I think she missed you. Be sure to tell her how pretty she is today and that you love her.”

I really liked Miss Michelle. She sat me down in front of the gate and strapped my white shoes on my feet, then stood me up. I could see April smiling down at me. I heard Miss Michelle push a button and the gate released. I pulled it open and ran to April and wrapped my arms around her leg.

“ImissedyouIloveyouyouaresopretty,” I gushed at April, who scooped me up with a laugh and held me close.

“I missed you too, my precious little Kimmy,” she turned to Miss Michelle and asked, “Was she a good girl?”

“We had some trouble with foul language when Kimmy got an owie, other than that she was an angel. I regret to inform you that we were understaffed at that point, and Kimmy ended up getting fed and changed by the RoboNanny. I can confirm your concern for robophobia. Kimmy was very, very upset by it and needed a nap.”

I felt incredibly guilty as Miss Michelle told on me and I buried my face in April’s shoulder. She rubbed my back gently. I felt a little cross that Miss Michelle was covering for Rachael, but I didn’t think I’d gain anything by pointing it out. Miss Michelle handed a bag over and continued.

“She only got to eat half of her sandwich, the rest is in here. Kimmy seems to like PB&J even more than most Littles.”

I nodded, my face still buried in April’s shoulder and she laughed again, “She seems to react very well to foods formulated for Littles in general, she is a little crazy for the Littles’ Chocolate. Kimmy, should I buy some of this peanut butter?”

I bolted upright in her arms and nodded, “Oh please, please please please!”

Miss Michelle laughed, “You have a very sweet Little there, Ms. Morris. It is a pleasure to watch her. She’s welcome back here any time.”

“Thank you. She’ll be back next time I need to record in the studio. Kimmy, say goodbye to Miss Michelle.”

“Bye Miss Michelle! Thank you!”

April took the bag with my sandwich and we left.

“Miss Rachael at LittleGarden is mean, and her Little Sadie is mean too,” I told April as soon as we were out of earshot. “I don’t want to go to LittleGarden if they are there.”

“What happened?” she asked as she carried me, squeezing me a little.

“I went down the slide and Sadie went down too fast and kicked me into a shelf and it hurt a lot and then Miss Rachael put me in the RoboNanny on purpose and then made me wear a crawler diaper and they took my dress and it was awful,” the complaints streamed from me in a rush, I was afraid of being cut off.

“So Sadie came down the slide and you were still at the bottom and you fell into a shelf and said some naughty words?”

“Well yes, but…”

“And then because there were only two Amazons there and twenty Littles they had the RoboNanny take care of you?”

“Yes but Miss Michelle tried to stop Miss Rachael from giving me to the RoboNanny but Miss Rachael was the boss and…”

“I’m sorry that happened to you, sweetie. It sounds to me like you made a mistake and they made a mistake. I’ll be more firm about no robots for you next time, but it’s hard to take care of that many Littles. That’s why they have the RoboNanny. There are some daycares that are ONLY RoboNannies. This one costs a lot more than the automated one, I hope you appreciate that I was looking out for you when I brought you here instead.”

Suddenly I felt embarrassed about complaining. April went to extra trouble and expense to cater to my wants and I was being ungrateful.

“I… thank you for taking me to LittleGarden,” I said as April was buckling me into the carseat, “I’m sorry I complained, I didn’t realize…”

“Shh, it’s okay,” April said, putting a finger to my lips, “You didn’t know. You are a very sweet and considerate Little girl, you make me proud every day.” She kissed me on the head and I felt tears welling up in my eyes… I realized that I never felt this loved back home. I had a person who was looking out for my every need and want, and got nothing in return. She was giving to give, just because she loved me. April didn’t see the tears until she was buckled into her seat, via the mirror. “Are you okay, Kimmy?”

“Yes,” I sniffled, “I just… you just love me so much, it makes my heart hurt.”

“I do love you that much and more,” April smiled, “let’s get you home so you can finish your sandwich, huh? Tell me about your day, did you have any fun at all?”

“Yes,” I sniffled again, wiping my nose on a piece of my dress, “there was a stuffed kitty I played with, he made me feel better. And Miss Michelle asked me to build a block house and I built it so big, they have so many toys and blocks there! I like Miss Michelle a lot, she’s the nicest Amazon ever, except for you of course, you’re even nicer than she is oh, and Lisa is pretty nice too, I think we…”

I rambled for a bit on the drive home, basking in April’s love.

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Part 9

Instead of going home, the car pulled into a parking lot. I looked around at all the other cars, wondering where we were. April turned off the parked car and climbed out, but rather than pulling me out of the car, she sat down in the back next to my car seat and handed me one of the sandwich squares. I squealed with glee, took a giant bite and was chewing it happily.

“Tank ooo”, I said sheepishly, my mouth stuffed full of the delicious sandwich.

“You’re welcome sweetie, please don’t choke on that okay?” April laughed and stroked my hair while I munched on the sandwich. This was bliss, the sandwich was amazing and I could feel the love radiating from April as she watched me. When the square was finished, she held a bottle to my lips and I drank happily… the apple juice wasn’t as good as the milk they had at the LittleGarden, but it was still tasty. April made me drink about half the bottle before giving me the last square of the sandwich, which I devoured greedily.

“It’s like you’re the very Little that they designed the food for,” April laughed again, “If I had known you’d take to the Littles food so well, I would have bought some already. I figured you’d want my food.”

“Your food is really good,” I said before the nipple of the juice bottle found its way back into my mouth. I drained the second half of the bottle and April carried me into the grocery store. I bounced excitedly in her arms, “Are we going to buy some peanut butter and jelly?”

“Yes Kimmy,” April laughed.

“Can I have a peanut butter sandwich for lunch tomorrow?”

“Of course, sweetie. I’m almost certainly going back to the studio tomorrow though, we rarely get everything in one session like that,” she replied as we reached the shopping carts inside the store. “Hm. I didn’t bring you in your carrier because I wanted to hold you so much, let’s see if you’ll fit safely in the front of the cart.” She lowered me into the seat in the front of the cart, but April frowned. “No, you’re just too little. Look at all the space you have, you could fall out.”

“I’ll hold on tight, I won’t fall. I promise.” I gripped onto the shopping cart’s push bar.

“No sweetie, it’s not safe. This seat isn’t for Littles as small as you. We’ll just go back to the car and get your… Oh,” I followed her gaze and saw that they had a cart with a carrier built into the front instead of the wire seats like most shopping cars had, “Let’s see if this will work.”

I let go of the bar and didn’t resist as she lifted me out of the first shopping cart, placed me into the carrier, and buckled me in. I was reclined pretty far back, but I could still look around and I could see April fine, which was better than if my carrier were attached to the cart like normal. This seemed like a reasonable compromise.

“Why am I smaller than other Littles? I was short but not super short back home,” I asked.

“I don’t know dear, I believe it has something to do with how much care you’ll need when you come across to our dimension, smaller Littles need more care. That’s why there are so many rules for you, we’ve learned what your risks are over time. I think you came through smaller than you were supposed to be though, you clever little thing.” She booped my nose and we headed into the store.

“Can you tell the LittleGarden people that I’m twelve months so I can sit at the tables for lunch? I can eat a sandwich without help.”

“Sorry sweetie,” April smiled sadly at me, “Your adoption papers have you listed at 10 months, I was pushing it by saying 11. I’m glad they gave you a sandwich, though - so you got a little bit extra there. Now shh, be a good girl.” She popped my pacifier in my mouth as we continued on, “We are in public, so I expect the best behavior out of you.”

I had a much better view than usual of the store in this cart, I could actually see other shoppers and more than just what was to the immediate left of the cart. It was still early afternoon on what I assumed was a weekday, so it wasn’t too crowded. I did notice that about three out of every four Amazons had a Little either in their cart or tagging along beside them, I didn’t see too many other carrier-bound Littles though. I felt intensely jealous of the walkers. I sucked on the pacifier loudly, which earned me a fond look and a smile from April, and we headed down an aisle marked “Foods for Your Little”.

I looked around for the peanut butter, I hoped we could find the same kind that the LittleGarden had… although I wasn’t sure which one that was. And then I saw the cookies… my favorite cookies from back home, my comfort food… chocolate cookies with chocolate filling.

“Oh, I want those!” I pointed and called as the pacifier fell out of my mouth.

“That’s not the way this works,” April said, irritated as she put the pacifier back in my mouth, “Firstly, that was terrible manners. Secondly, you don’t get to pick the food. You don’t know what’s good for you.”

“I’m sorry, may I please have those chocolate cookies? They are my favorite, please,” I said much more quietly, taking the pacifier out of my mouth with my hand slowly.

“That’s much better, little one,” April said calmly, but she put the pacifier back in my mouth and pumped the shield, inflating the nipple and silencing me, “but I think we need some quiet time so you can think about your manners.”

I had been silenced many, many times by April but for some reason, this one stung. I felt tears welling up in my eyes but I nodded. April stroked my cheek and wiped away a tear. She reached up and grabbed a package of the cookies and started reading the back. I sniffled and tried to get my emotions under control while she read the package.

“I think we can get these as long as we save them as a special treat,” April placed the cookies in the cart behind me. She looked down and paused, studying me, “Let’s try this,” she said and deflated the pacifier nipple and pumped it again, but only twice. I could feel the pacifier nipple filling my mouth but I could still move my tongue around a bit. I knew from experience that I could push the pacifier out of my mouth now, but April had something in mind.

“Tank ooo,” I managed around the paci.

“Ah, perfect - I think that’s a nice compromise, don’t you? You get a reminder to watch your manners, but it’s not a punishment like quiet time,” she smile. I nodded and we continued down the aisle.

I clapped when she put the peanut butter and jelly in the cart, she picked strawberry jelly which was my favorite. She also grabbed a box of something called “LittleMunch” that looked like some kind of cereal. The last thing she grabbed from the Littles aisle was a box of lollipops, which made me smile.

“Pwease!” I said as we were turning the corner, I saw something called “Littles’ Juice” and pointed. If Littles’ Chocolate was so amazingly good, maybe Littles’ Juice would make every bottle that good.

“I don’t know…” April said as she picked up the jug, turning it over. “Ah - yep, this one has a regression chemical in it. You have to watch carefully for these. The foods I’ve picked for you don’t have this. If I fed this juice to you, you’d love it… but you also might forget how to walk and we don’t want that.”

I looked horrified.

“Oh sweetie,” April stroked my cheek, “Some Littles need a little help adjusting. You don’t, but you’re so little that we need to be extra careful about things like that. Some Littles just can’t let go and enjoy their new life, some Littles are just so wrapped up in what they used to have or what they used to do, their mommy or daddy has to give them something to help them let go.”

“An I eba oh back?” I struggled to communicate my question around the pacifier.

April looked intensely sad, it was a question I hadn’t asked since those first days when all I thought about was finding my way home. I guess she thought I had given up… and I think I broke a little part of her by asking.

“I sowwy,” I made a heart with my hands, “I wuv oo.”

April smiled a little smile and said, “I love you too, sweetie. We’ll talk about this later, okay? We still have a few things to get,” she booped my nose, I smiled - I liked it when she did that, “and I can’t eat Little food, so let’s get some Amazon food too, huh?”

As we checked out, I heard a scream. I turned to look, but it was hard to see. A Little boy was struggling to get away from an Amazon woman who was dragging him toward the exit.

“No! No! I’m not a baby! Let me go this instant, you giant monster! Release me, I’ve had absolutely enough of you and your treatme- OW!”

The Amazon was now seated on a bench and was spanking the Little, she was holding him down and seemed to be hitting him really hard… they were so much stronger than we were, he had to be in agony. I heard another Little a few aisles over in another checkout lane start to cry loudly.

“Uh oh,” the cashier said, still scanning our items, “Looks like we’ve got a chain reaction. Is your Little going to be okay?”

Sure enough, wails erupted from several places in and around the checkouts as Little emotions flooded over.

“I think so,” April eyed me. I sucked on my pacifier to show her she didn’t need to inflate it. Littles all around were being shushed, soothed, and silenced. The Little boy who tried to escape was crying his heart out, broken for the moment. It made me so glad that I had April, the one time I did try to run she just hugged me tight and told me how scared she was. She kept a closer eye on me after that, true, but I was realizing more and more how lucky I was that this particular Amazon had me. April was something special.

“What a good girl!” the cashier exclaimed, but quietly. “Did you get one of those ABs?”

“No,” April smiled, “Kimmy is just a good girl. I’ve found that if you show your Little that you really, truly love them and you explain what’s going on, they will love you back and everything will be okay.” There was still a trace of sadness in her voice from my earlier question and my cheeks burned with shame.

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” the cashier melted, “May I give her a lollipop for being such a good girl?”

April nodded and the cashier handed me a lollipop that looked different from the ones that April bought, and that made me wary.

“Tank ooo,” I said as I accepted the gift from her giant hand.

“Oh my goodness, what a darling.”

“I’m really lucky to have her,” April said. She paid for the groceries and we headed to the car.

“Dif fafe?” I held out the lollipop to April, who smiled.

“Maybe,” she said as she took it from me, “but let’s not take the chance, huh? I bought you some lollipops that I know are safe, you can still have one. You earned it by being such a good girl.”

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Part 10

That night, April let me roam free while she was preparing dinner. I wandered around the living room, waddling more than usual because my daytime diaper was completely soaked but April had said I could make it until the bedtime change. It felt strange to be unsupervised, to be able to explore this giant world freely. So much was similar to things back home, but scaled up. I decided I wanted a companion on my journey, the stuffed cat at the daycare had made me feel better and I had lots of stuffed animals in my room that I barely touched, maybe I could find one that made me feel the same sense of security at home. I was definitely going to find that kitty tomorrow at daycare though, that was my kitty now. I waddled past the giant couch that I would need help or leverage to climb up on, past the huge end table that I had to be careful not to smack my head on the corner of. There was no door from the living room to the hall, just a doorway and the door to my room was always open, so the journey there was easy.

As I crossed the threshold into my room, my feet sunk into the deep plush carpet. The changing table towered above me, the edge of it must be eight feet in the air, easily. I toddled over to the pile of stuffed animals in the corner and looked for one that called out to me. There were lots of bears and ponies and the standard fare, but nothing that spoke to me. Finally my eyes settled on a stuffed river otter. I grabbed him around the torso, he was probably four feet long from nose to tail and when I carried him with one arm, his tail dragged on the ground behind me.

“You need a name,” I said to the otter as I struggled through the jungle of the plush carpet with my new friend, “I know. You are Harry Otter.”

I giggled at my joke and Harry and I went back to the living room to find something else to play with. The coffee table was a low-ish table, my eye level was just above the lip of the table, so I could see all the way across it. April had left a guitar that she only played with sometimes on it, it was smaller than all her other guitars, like a baby guitar. Of course, to me it was as big as a cello. I looked around for something to stand on so I could get a better view of it. What could I stand on so I could see it better? I looked at April’s shoes but decided that was a bad idea. I needed a block or a book or something… there was a book on the bottom shelf of one of the end tables, a pretty thick one. I pushed it off of the end table, softening its fall with Harry.

“Sorry Harry,” I said as I pushed the book over to the coffee table. The book said, “What to Expect When You Adopt a Little” - it was one of those advice-type books like the one that gave Lisa the great idea that she should hypnotize me. I didn’t feel bad about standing on this book at all. I grabbed Harry and climbed up onto the book, which gave me the extra foot or so that I needed to see the guitar.

It was a beautiful dark brown and it smelled nice. But it only had 4 strings, and I knew that guitars usually had 6 strings. Bass guitars had 4 strings, but they were bigger than guitars, not smaller. I plucked a string and listened to the sound - it has mostly high notes. I used my right hand to hold down a fret and my left hand to pluck and I plucked out a little melody from one of the songs April worked on.

“Ahem,” I heard and I spun around… but I lost my balance and fell off the book, right onto my diapered bottom with a squish.

"I uh, we… " I grabbed Harry, “we were just looking.”

“Kimmy, if you wanted to play some music, all you had to do was ask. Did you really think I’d say no to that?”

“I didn’t know I wanted to until just now, I’m sorry,” I looked down at the ground, hoping I wasn’t in too much trouble.

“Are you hungry?” April asked. I nodded, a little too scared to look up. I really didn’t want to be in trouble. I knew April would never spank me the way that Little boy was spanked in the store today, but his cries rung in my ears and I suddenly felt very small and helpless, sitting on the ground in a soaked diaper and a sundress, being scolded by someone big enough to do anything they wanted to me.

April bent down and picked me up, supporting my bottom with one arm. I leaned into her and tried my hardest not to cry.

“What’s wrong, sweetie? It’s okay, I’m not mad at you - you didn’t hurt anything, you didn’t really even do anything wrong.”

“I… I’m a Little,” the words sounded foreign, I think I was admitting this to myself for the first time.

“Of course you are, sweetie. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. Littles are wonderful things.”

“I’ll never get to be an Amazon, will I? I’ll never get to be big and take care of myself, I’m a Little in an Amazon’s world. I’ll have to wear diapers and be cared for forever!” the tears started flowing in earnest.

“Oh my poor little Kimmy,” April hugged me tight and sat down on the couch, rocking me gently making soft shushing noises, “It’s okay. And it’s okay to feel sad, it’s okay to cry. All of these feelings are normal and okay.”

“I want to be big, I used to have an apartment and friends and I could eat whatever I wanted,” I sobbed, “I didn’t pee on myself and wait for someone else to change my diapers!”

“Were you really big though, Kimmy?” April sighed - a sad sigh, a worried sigh, not a frustrated sigh - this was the conversation she didn’t want to have yet, “Were you happy with your apartment and your friends? Or were you tired and miserable? Did you take good care of yourself or did you smoke and drink until your body didn’t work right?”

"I… " I suddenly realized that all those times she told me that I didn’t know what was good for me, this is what she was really referring to. She knew all about my old life, my bad habits, my depression and self-loathing. I turned a deep shade of red at the realization. She was so enlightened, so smart, all of those self-destructive behaviors must seem… infantile to her.

“You are loved here, Kimmy. I love you deeply, I don’t ask this to be mean, but were you loved where you were before?”

I lost it at this question, deep sobs wracked my body and I held on tighter to April, who understood me more than I ever realized.

“No!” I sobbed, “No one loved me, no one would even care if I died!”

I don’t know how long I cried, how long April just held me in her arms while I sobbed my heart out.

All I remember is her repeating softly, “I love you Kimberly, you are loved,” over and over until I fell asleep in her arms.

When I woke the next morning, I was alone in April’s bed, still in my yellow sundress but a fresh nighttime diaper. I pulled myself to a standing position and looked around. April had good taste, the walls in her bedroom were bright and she had some beautiful framed prints, mostly of women in goddess roles - the seasons and the like. Her furniture was black and the bed coverings were a dark gray.

I felt drained, emptied. I climbed up onto one of her pillows and realized that just one pillow would make a reasonable bed for me.

Then I spotted the picture on the nightstand. It was shot from above April’s shoulder, she was looking down and just beaming, absolutely radiating happiness as she looked down at… me, wrapped in a hospital blanked, sleeping in her arms. This must have been from when I first came across, I didn’t remember this at all. This was the picture April wanted to wake up to. Her love for me.

I sat down on the pillow, staring at the picture. I was at a crossroads, emotionally I still felt deeply sad and tired. Realizing how miserable I was in the life I was still trying to get back to was painful, but so was the thought of embracing a lifetime of helplessness and diapers. I sighed and released the building pressure on my bladder as if to punctuate that last thought. I focused on the feelings and realized… it wasn’t that bad. The warm, squishy diaper was comfortable in its own way… and I got to look forward to a change. I thought about what a diaper change was really like if I ignored the embarrassment. April would have me at my most vulnerable and she would just… take care of me. She would work to make sure I was clean and healthy and she did it all with a smile.

She loved me. Really, truly, deeply… she loved me. Why? What did she get out of it? Wasn’t it just work? I realized this was the exact same question Lisa had asked… so even Amazons had trouble understanding it. April had told her simply that she hoped Lisa would understand the feeling someday.

I looked down over the edge of the bed… I was easily six feet off the ground. A jump from this distance might hurt me… I might be able to climb down the comforter… or I could just wait for the person I knew who loved me to come and get me. I wasn’t feeling particularly independent today, so I just laid down on the pillow and waited. Until I realized that I actually wanted my pacifier and it wasn’t clipped to my dress. I looked around and spotted it on the nightstand. I held on to the pillow and reached… and grabbed it. I put the pacifier in my mouth and wished I had Harry Otter. For some reason I found the pacifier soothing… probably because April spent a lot of time soothing me while I had it in my mouth. I snuggled down into April’s blankets and realized that what I wanted most right now was to be held.

I didn’t have to wait long. After just a short while, April glided quietly into the room. I sucked on the pacifier and held my arms out to her and opened and closed my hands. She approached me cautiously and scooped me up, cradling me in her arms. I snuggled into her breasts and closed my eyes, just listening to her heartbeat.

Without speaking a word, she carried me into another room and sat down with me, rocking me gently. She sang a lullaby softly,

You were born, deep within a star
Every atom forged in its heart
And when it died, it flew across the sky
Becoming you and I and everything

I don’t know
What wind may blow
Where dandelions fly
And if you ever
Feel alone
Just look up at the sky

For you belong, up there with the stars
In galaxies so far, far away
And may your dreams
Take you there
When you fall asleep

Her voice was heavenly, she sang slowly and softly, her voice lilting, rocking me gently in her arms to the slow beat of the song.

“I wuv yoo,” I said softly when she finished the song, my eyes still closed, “Tank yoo fow…” she pulled the pacifier out of my mouth, “Thank you for loving me. I don’t deserve you.” I looked up at her, deep into her eyes. She was looking down at me with an inscrutable expression, her thoughts were a mystery to me.

“You’re welcome, my Little,” she said softly, kissing me gently on the forehead, “but you’re wrong. You do deserve it. You always did - your dimension is a cruel place. Most of the Littles on this island came from your dimension, you all need so much love. You and everyone else deserves love… Everyone deserves love, and I am lucky to have yours. I am lucky to have you.”

“Why do you want to take care of me? I know what I get from it… I didn’t know how much I needed it, but I see that now. But I don’t understand what you get from it?”

“I don’t know if you can ever understand what I get from it, Kimmy. Just know that your love for me is just as important to me as my love for you is to you. You are MY Little, no one else’s, and I will guard you jealously.”

Hearing the fervor in her voice as she claimed me made me feel… really good. Protected. Wanted. Loved.

“Come on sweetie, let’s get our day started. The world still turns,” she said with a smile as she returned my pacifier and stroked my hair. She carried me, still cradling me, out of the living room.

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The lullaby is “You Belong Up There With the Stars” by Jeremy Messersmith. It’s beautiful, you should listen to it.

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Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 6-10 (Updated 6/24)

I don’t know that I’ve ever made this comment about a DD story before, but there is something…beautiful…about this.

There are serious moral issues with the premise (it appears that the Amazons actually reach through the dimensional portal and kidnap specific humans to become Littles after studying them; otherwise how could any of this—the fact that she passed out at a party and ended up with April, the background knowledge that April has, etc.—be possible?) but, in this microcosmic tale, we are seeing one self-destructive person being saved from herself by another person with a lot of love to give. I’m still a bit concerned about what other hypnotic suggestions might have been on that tape Lisa played for Kimmy that April is yet unaware of; she seems suddenly to need a stuffy and to think things like building houses with blocks are cool. But it is clear that April, at least, is on her side. And the growing bond between them is real.

Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 6-10 (Updated 6/24)

[QUOTE=kerry;69642]I don’t know that I’ve ever made this comment about a DD story before, but there is something…beautiful…about this.

There are serious moral issues with the premise (it appears that the Amazons actually reach through the dimensional portal and kidnap specific humans to become Littles after studying them; otherwise how could any of this—the fact that she passed out at a party and ended up with April, the background knowledge that April has, etc.—be possible?) but, in this microcosmic tale, we are seeing one self-destructive person being saved from herself by another person with a lot of love to give. I’m still a bit concerned about what other hypnotic suggestions might have been on that tape Lisa played for Kimmy that April is yet unaware of; she seems suddenly to need a stuffy and to think things like building houses with blocks are cool. But it is clear that April, at least, is on her side. And the growing bond between them is real.[/QUOTE]

Thank you so much for the kind words, I’m glad you’re thinking about the moral implications of the technology. At this point, I was writing a kinder, gentler Dimension story. I started this story shortly after Sofia posted chapter 2 of her Exchanged, and I just wanted to explore a story where there was genuine love from the Amazon for the Little, and set it in a more caring place.

Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 6-10 (Updated 6/24)

Part 11

After a bath, a change, and a quick breakfast I found myself in the playpen with a… I guess you would call it a cup? A cup of the LittleMunch while April got dressed and ready. I had Harry Otter and my pacifier was clipped to my new outfit - I was in a bibbed jumper, like the shortalls but with a skirt instead of short pants. I had a pale blue shirt that read, “Mommy’s Girl” in swirly letters on it. I did feel like April’s girl today, and it felt good.

The cup-thing was strange. It had this lid that I could stick my hand through to get to the LittleMunch, but I could only pull out one piece at a time. If I tried to get a handful, my hand would get stuck and I couldn’t pull it out of the cup until I let go. I pulled a piece out and looked at it - it looked like an oblong rice puff, like a smaller cheeto but without the cheese dust. It looked bland. I shrugged and stuffed it into my mouth.

And suddenly I understood why the cup would only let me get one at a time. It was AMAZING, right up there with the chocolate. The flavor was complicated… it was sweet and salty with an undertone of savory… it was like the thing was made of pure flavor. This was my new favorite thing. I was happily crunching when April came back into the room, on her phone.

“Yes, I realize it’s short notice and yes, I realize it will be extra. My Little had a very rough night and she can’t take a rough day at your facility right now, she’s still new and she’s feeling very fragile today,” she paused for a moment listening to the person on the phone, “Yes, ten months. Kimberly Morris. Yes, Michelle please. Absolutely. Thank you so much.”

She hung up the phone and walked over to the playpen where I was hugging Harry Otter and crunching happily. April had decided to go with a cute maroon top with very short sleeves and an ankle-length black skirt with a small sequin pattern on one side. She was also wearing a pretty bangle on her left wrist and some dangly earings that looked like leaves. The top of her hair was pulled back in a ponytail but the rest of it hung loose. She wore her everyday almost-nude makeup. She was… beautiful.

“Well, someone seems to be enjoying themselves,” she smiled down at me, “Who’s your friend?”

“Harry Otter!” I said cheerfully.

“Harry… Otter,” she burst into laughter, “is he magic?”

“Oh yes, he can cast magic spells,” I said as I stuffed another LittleMunch puff into my mouth and crunched it.

“Did you know that otters are my favorite animal, sweetie? Is that why you picked that one?”

“No,” I smiled, crunching, “I didn’t know that, but that makes me happy. I didn’t pick Harry, he picked me. But knowing that he’s your favorite animal makes it even more special.”

“How’s the LittleMunch?” April asked, flipping one of my pigtails, “You seem to be enjoying it.”

“It is SO GOOD, SO SO SO GOOD,” I said excitedly, offering her one, “They taste amazing, I love them.”

She took the puff from my extended fingers and popped it in her mouth, crunching it. Her face scrunched up immediately and she ran to the kitchen. She came back a moment later with a cup of water.

“Oh Kimmy, that is cloyingly sweet… and salty at the same time? You actually like that?”

“It’s not quite as sweet as the sugar cereal from my dimension… but they balanced that out with other flavors, it’s really amazingly well done. It might be THE perfect snack.” April blanched as I crunched another puff. Amazons must have different tastebuds.

“I can share my favorite snack if you’d like, since you shared yours.”

“Okay!” I put my cup down and held out my arms to be picked up, but didn’t bother standing up. April reached down and lifted me effortlessly and carried me into the kitchen, where she got down a bag of chips from a cabinet, which read ‘coffee and pepper flavored’. I eyed it suspiciously, “That sounds… not good.”

She offered me a chip from the bag. I took it cautiously and put it in my mouth. It was AWFUL, it was super bitter and spicy at the same time. The taste clung to my tongue and wouldn’t go away.

“EW EW EW EW!” I shouted, wiggling in her arms, “Drink please! Please!”

April held her cup of water to my mouth and I took a big gulp… and started choking. She put the glass down quickly and put my face over her shoulder and patted my back.

“Oh Kimmy, I’m so sorry - I feel so dumb, I shouldn’t have given you the chip and I shouldn’t have let you drink from my glass!” She rocked me and rubbed my back while I sputtered, “My poor Little, please forgive me.”

"I’m… " I coughed, “I’m okay… I just can’t get that taste out of my mouth. Can I have my LittleMunch back?”

April carried me back to the playpen and set me down in it. I stuffed another puff into my mouth as quickly as I could.

“Oh man, that’s better,” I looked up and April was walking back toward me with a bottle of juice, which I took thankfully and started sucking on.

“So,” she said, watching me suck away at the bottle, “we have learned that our tastes in snacks are incompatible… let’s not try that again, okay?”

I nodded and finally stopped chugging the bottle.

“I don’t understand, we both like chicken the same way, and your bacon is AMAZING, so our tastes aren’t completely opposite or anything,” I looked up at her… the angle was weird, the padded rim atop the mesh net of the playpen came up to about her navel, and she towered above me. I had forgotten for just a moment how much bigger she was since we were having a normal conversation.

“Well if I ever make something that doesn’t mesh with your Little tastebuds, I want you to tell me, I had no idea that we could be so different in that regard.”

I nodded and then found myself extremely disappointed as my cup of LittleMunch was empty.

“Can I have more LittleMunch please?” I held the cup up to her.

“No sweetie, we need to go. I have to be in the studio soon.”

“Oh… can I have some to take in the car?”

“No Kimmy, you aren’t allowed to eat in the car. If you choked, it would be really hard to get to you quickly,” she said as she scooped me up out of the playpen, “Besides, you already had a full serving of your snack and you don’t need any more.” She popped my pacifier in my mouth before I could beg some more, and carried me to the car and buckled me safely in my carseat.

“Do I have to go to LittleGarden again today? I don’t want to see Miss Rachael again,” I said grumpily, waiting until April was out of arm’s reach to pull the pacifier out of my mouth. I had to wait for a reply as she had to load up her guitar again.

“Yes, you have to go to LittleGarden, but I think you’ll have a better time today,” she said as she started the car.

“Is my name Kimberly Morris now?”

“Yes, I’m April Morris and you’re my Little, so you’re Kimberly Morris,” April said matter-of-factly. It felt strange to learn that I had lost my name… but it felt good at the same time that April had given me hers. It made me feel like… like I belonged to her, which I think would have bothered me a lot yesterday, but I felt okay with it today. It was amazing what a difference a night and a lot of tears could make. Well, that and a lot of love.

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Part 12

Miss Rachael was working the check-in desk when we walked in.

“Wecome to LittleGarden,” she said. I buried my face in April’s shoulder, hiding from my enemy, “Oh, welcome back Kimmy,” she said cheerfully. But I was sure a viper would sound cheerful if it could talk, too.

“Good morning,” April said, “I called ahead, is everything in order?”

“Absolutely, Ms. Morris,” Miss Rachael said, “I would like to apologize for triggering your Little’s robophobia, I am so sorry. There is no excuse for what happened yesterday and you have my deepest apologies.”

“It’s okay, Miss Rachael, it was a misunderstanding. Let’s note in Kimmy’s file that she has severe robophobia though, can we? I didn’t know how bad it was either, this was a learning experience for me as well. Kimmy understands and forgives you, isn’t that right Kimmy?”

I squeezed April hard, I was very upset. Of course I didn’t forgive her! She tortured me on purpose! And she punished me more after she promised she wouldn’t, she forced me into a crawler diaper and took my dress! I didn’t want to give her a second chance. April physically turned me around in her arms and made me face Miss Rachael. Her features seemed softer today, less drawn. April put a finger under my chin and forced me to look up at her, and took the pacifier out of my mouth.

“I forgive you, Miss Rachael. Can we be friends?” I tried hard to keep the sullen tone out of my voice, I wanted to make April happy.

Miss Rachael looked dumbfounded, and I was confused.

“Are… are you sure she’s ten months, Ms. Morris? That was… not quite what I expected from a new ten month Little,” Miss Rachael was looking up at April behind me. April just cleared her throat and Miss Rachael blushed and looked down at me, “Thank you for your forgiveness, Kimmy. I would like to be your friend, too. Let’s have a good day today.”

“Her body is definitely ten months and has all the risks that go along with that,” April answered now that Miss Rachael had addressed me. April lowered me to the ground. I looked down and suddenly it felt a little unfair as I realized I only got to take about twenty steps in my shoes each time I got to wear them. “I’m not sure yet why that is, but it is - mentally, I’m not sure where she is, but she has surpised me many times. It’s why I’m so particular about what she’s exposed to. Kimmy,” April said as she looked down at me from her towering height. I craned my neck to make eye contact with her, “be a good Little today, and try to have lots of fun.”

I nodded as the gate clicked open. I walked inside, a huge pang of sadness at being separated from April hit me the second the gate closed with its “ka-chunk” behind me. I could see April walking away and suddenly I wanted very badly to cry.

I turned around and started to walk into the play area to look for my kitty friend when I saw Sadie heading right for me with a mean smile on her face. I could see that Sadie was a good six inches taller than me now that we were on even ground and I started to panic. My bladder let go and tears started welling up in my eyes and I turned to run… but I was scooped up from behind.

“Kimmy!” came Miss Michelle’s cheerful voice, “You can’t go into the play area yet, silly girl. You still have your shoes on!” She saw the tears in my eyes and hugged me close, “Oh sweetie, it’s okay. Your mommy will be back before you know it. She arranged a special play day for us today, it’s just you and me until she comes to get you, I have you all to myself. Isn’t that great?”

She carried me over to the shoe cubby and sat me down. I noticed that the other two other Amazons from yesterday were there along with Miss Rachael, and there seemed to be fewer Littles today, so each Little was getting more attention from the Amazons. I felt Miss Michelle tear open the velcro straps of my shoes and pull them off my feet. She put them in a cubby and ushered me over to the sink. “Okay Kimmy, do you remember how you’re supposed to wash your hands?” I nodded and started washing, but she helped me anyway. Then I was back on her hip, she stuck my nametag to my back, and we were headed into the play area.

“Is there a toy that’s available that you would like, Kimmy?” she asked me. It felt weird - there were a dozen Littles running around, full grown adults in childrens’ clothing. T-shirts with big animals on them, shortalls, onesies… most of the Littles had pacifiers clipped to them, like I did. I didn’t really get to see the daycare from this angle last time. And every last one of them was wearing a diaper, sounds of diapers crinkling while the adults wearing them played was very strange for me, I still hadn’t spent much time around other Littles. I saw a little boy in shorts and a yellow shirt “flying” a toy plane until he tripped on a block and fell.

“Ow!” he yelled loudly, “Stupid fucking block!” He picked it up and threw it against the wall and was quickly scooped up by Miss Rachael. He had seemed to go from perfectly content to furiously angry instantly from his fall.

“Ah ah Roger,” she said as she carried him to the time out area, popping his pacifier in his mouth and inflating it, “You know better than to talk like that. It’s a time out for you.”

“Kimmy?” Miss Michelle got my attention again, “I think I saw you with a kitty cat yesterday, should we go find him?” she asked, ignoring the outburst that just happened, most everyone else was too. I wondered how long these Littles had been in this dimension.

“Kitty please,” I said, nodding to Miss Michelle. She carried me over to the stuffed animals and we found my kitty friend, whom I hugged tightly. I was still on the lookout for Sadie, I was betting she got in trouble yesterday and was looking for revenge. “Miss Michelle?” I asked, looking up at her.

“Yes Kimmy?”

“Why do you like Littles?” I asked her earnestly.

“Well,” she smiled at the question, sitting down on the floor and holding me in her lap, “Littles have such big, pure emotions. When a Little feels something, it’s like they feel it with their whole body, every little bit of them all at once. You have such big feelings for such small packages.” She laughed and tickled me, causing me to giggle as well. “When a Little is happy, they beam - you can feel the happiness shine out of them. Can’t you feel how happy it is in this room?” I shook my head, “Littles can’t sense another’s emotions like an Amazon can - we’re better tuned for interacting with others. When a Little is sad or scared, it pours off of them. Littles have the very biggest feelings of all. And you silly Littles don’t seem to be able to control your emotions at all, you need someone to regulate you and take care of you.”

I nodded, listening intently, “Miss Michelle?” I asked cautiously, “Do some Amazons like it when Littles are sad or scared?”

Miss Michelle’s cheerful demeanor changed instantaneously, “Kimmy, does your mommy hurt you or make you feel bad?”

“No!” I panicked, “No no no, April is the nicest Amazon I’ve ever known, she’s amazing and she loves me so much… no.”

“Are you sure?” she said quietly, “It’s okay to tell me, I know how to handle these situations, you won’t get in trouble.”

“No Miss Michelle, April is perfect. I ask because sometimes I see Littles in the store and they’re crying, I just wondered…”

“Most Amazons,” she hugged me tightly, “want their Littles to be as happy as possible. There are some out there that are the way you are thinking, but there are laws to protect Littles here on this island. If someone is hurting you, then you need to tell someone. It’s tough with Littles sometimes,” she rocked me back and forth a bit, “sometimes Little feelings get so out of control, they need someone to help them come back, even if it means causing the Little some pain, like a spanking. Does your mommy know that you call her by her first name when she’s not around?”

I blushed deeply, “No, Miss Michelle…” I answered quietly. I didn’t understand this taboo yet, but for some reason I didn’t think she’d believe me if I told the truth, that I called her April all the time. I could tell that April wanted me to call her “mommy”… but she was April.

“Your mommy is a nice lady, Kimmy. It’s rude for you to call her by her first name. Don’t you think your mommy is a nice lady?”

“Yes, Miss Michelle,” I flushed, I could hear that I had the cadence of a schoolchild answering a teacher.

“Say it, Kimmy. Say, ‘My mommy is a nice lady’.”

“My mommy is a nice lady,” I blushed so hard I could feel it burning the tips of my ears… and just when I thought I couldn’t blush any harder, Miss Michelle squeezed the front of my diaper.

“Hmm, a ten month like you should be wetter than this by now. I think it’s time for a bottle. Your mommy says you get dehyrdrated easily, let’s go get a drink.”

Miss Michelle stood straight up with me still in her arms and carried me over to the eating area. I quickly found myself drinking an enormous bottle of juice. I had no idea why everyone thought I could ever be dehydrated, I felt like I was drinking constantly. And then Miss Michelle did something that April doesn’t normally do… as soon as the bottle was empty, I found myself looking over her shoulder while she rubbed my back… until I burped! I couldn’t take any more embarrassment and I started to cry.

“Oh sweetie, does your tummy hurt?” Miss Michelle asked me, cradling me in her arms. A Little boy ran up to her and pulled on the leg of her uniform khakis.

“Miss Michelle, look at the drawing I made for you,” he said, holding up a crayon drawing that I couldn’t make out through my tears.

“That’s lovely sweetie, but I’ve got to help little Kimmy right now, she’s very sad.”

“She cried all day yesterday too, she’s a crybaby,” he said snidely. Miss Michelle sighed and rocked me, making a shushing sound.

“I. Am. Not,” I struggled in Miss Michelle’s arms as I sobbed. I wanted to get away and show them that I wasn’t a crybaby, I wasn’t!

“Kimmy,” Miss Michelle said with a warning tone as she worked to hold me tighter, “Kimmy sweetie, calm down. Everything’s okay, you’re okay.”

“No!” I sobbed uncontrollably, “I’m not a crybaby, I’m not!”

“Oh dear,” Miss Michelle rushed me over to the cribs as other Littles started getting upset. The other Amazons were scrambling a bit to keep the peace… they turned on a big TV and sat all the Littles down in front of it while Miss Michelle dealt with me.

In my struggling, I didn’t even realize what Miss Michelle was doing until I felt myself being rolled over and I realized I couldn’t move.

“No! No swaddle!” I screamed for all I was worth but the instant I was in Miss Michelle’s arms and she rocked me… I was out.

“Oh no, Kimmy. You leaked,” I heard Miss Michelle saying as the blanket was peeled away from me.

“Wha?” I felt incredibly groggy and once again, I couldn’t really move my arms and legs.

“Let’s get you changed, come on.”

When the effects of the swaddle finally wore off and the world became clearer, I was being buckled into the highchair… but something wasn’t right. My diaper was too thick, I couldn’t squeeze my legs together. This was almost as thick as the nighttime diapers I usually wore to bed.

Miss Michelle set a plate with a peanut butter sandwich, again cut into squares, on my tray and a bottle of milk to go with it. I was torn between complaining about the new diaper and diving straight into the sandwich. In the end, the sandwich won. Miss Michelle sat down next to me and was eating a sandwich too… hers smelled funny, though.

“My goodness Kimmy, that was quite a tantrum.”

“Sowwy,” I said, my mouth full of the delicious sandwich… the wonderful meal was a bit ruined by my rotten mood, however. I ate quietly, watching the other Littles chatter at each other and stuff sandwiches in their mouths while the Amazons watched over them. I felt a bit ostracized between being stuck in the highchair, Miss Michelle spending all her time with me, and that Little boy calling me names.

“Kimmy, we haven’t gotten to play all day, we need to fix that. All you’ve done is talk and sleep. Littles need to play!” Miss Michelle said as she cleaned up my tray and my face. She informed me that somehow I had managed to get peanut butter on my left ear while eating. “What kinds of toys are your favorite?”

“Dot-to-dots and brain toys,” I said between sucks as I finished off the wonderful banana milk.

“I see,” Miss Michelle said in a way that didn’t seem entirely approving, “Well, you’ve got personal attention today, so we’re going to go do something special. I think you need to get messy.”

Before I could object, she had me out of the highchair and off to an area away from the other Littles. The floor was slick and shiny and there were large sheets of paper pinned to the walls at Little height. Miss Michelle pulled some white clothing on over my jumper and stood me in front of a sheet of paper.

“Miss Michelle,” I complained, “this diaper is too thick. I’m not supposed to wear this kind during the day.”

She ignored my complaints and I soon found my hand covered in paint.

“I want you to use your fingers and paint me a picture of what makes you happiest in the world.”

That was easy, I started painting April, she was tall and had red-brown hair, which I had to use both hands to get the color right, and she wore a dress and she had pretty green eyes and she had a guitar. Miss Michelle kept me supplied in paint as I asked for different colors. I knew my color theory, so I was able to mix paints to get the different shades I wanted. Fingerpainting wasn’t exactly a precise medium though, so it wasn’t exactly photorealistic… not that I was a great artist anyway.

“Is that your mommy?”

I nodded, which elicited an “Awww” from Miss Michelle.

“Okay,” Miss Michelle said, taking my first painting, “Now let’s paint an animal. What’s the best animal?”

Another easy one, I painted Harry Otter because he was my favorite stuffed toy and April’s favorite animal. I painted him splashing in a river, because he was a river otter.

We painted a few more pictures and I was feeling pretty happy when we heard a voice call from the main area, “Miss Michelle, Ms. Morris is here to pick up Kimmy.”

“We’ll be right out,” Miss Michelle called back and started cleaning me up.

Miss Michelle cleaned up my hands and removed the painting clothes. She carried me and my first painting, it was the only one that was dry already, out to the front where April was waiting for me. I was super happy to see her, but at the same time I didn’t want her to find out that I got in trouble again.

“Don’t forget to tell her that you missed her and how pretty she is,” Miss Michelle said as she put my shoes back on me and winked. She set me on my feet at the clear gate. As soon as it clicked open, I ran for April’s legs… but between the thicker diaper and the unfamiliar shoes, I only made it about three steps, lost my balance and fell on my padded butt.

Before I could even decide if I was okay, I was in April’s arms.

“Careful, Kimmy - I don’t want you to get hurt. Are you in a nighttime diaper?”

“Yes Ms. Morris, Kimmy leaked during naptime today. I’m afraid the LittleGarden policy is to move up one level of thickness any time a Little leaks during a nap. Kimmy will need to be wearing this level of protection when she arrives or she will be changed into a thicker diaper when she gets here.”

“That’s not fa-”, April shoved the pacifier in my mouth and pumped the shield before I could even finish the word “fair”.

“I’m almost afraid to ask,” April sighed, “but was she a good girl today?”

“Kimmy is a very sweet little girl with Amazons, Ms. Morris… but she seems to have some trouble getting along with other Littles. You may want to consider enrolling her in a class or activity. She seems to do very well with structured activities. LittleGarden tends to be more freeform, which she seems to have some trouble with. She is very creative, however,” Miss Michelle continued, handing my painting over to April. She had written “What Makes Me The Happiest” in beautiful handwriting across the top of the page, “as you can see from her painting today.”

“Did you paint this Kimmy? Is this me?” April asked, holding up the painting.

I nodded and squeezed her.

“Oh sweetie… that makes me very happy. You are a very sweet girl. Thank you very much for your extra attention with little Kimmy today, Miss Michelle.”

“Absolutely Ms. Morris, although,” Miss Michelle leaned in a bit, “I don’t think one-on-one care is what Kimmy needs most. Does Kimmy have any Little friends at all?” Miss Michelle paused, April just shook her head, “I thought that might be the case. Kimmy is very bright and very curious, she asks some interesting questions… but she has a lot of trouble relating to other Littles. I suggest making a playdate with one of your friends’ Littles. Just between you and me, I think little Kimmy might understand Amazons better than Littles… but she definitely has the emotions of a Little. She needs to spend some quality time with another Little, not in a daycare setting.”

“I think you might be right,” April said worriedly, “Thank you so much Miss Michelle. What exactly happened today?”

“A Little boy called Kimmy a name, and Kimmy’s emotions overflowed. All that is fine and normal, she is a Little after all… but, well… you should see for yourself. I’ll send you the recording to your registered contact address, if you’d like. The other Littles will be censored of course, but you’ll be able to see Kimmy’s reaction.”

“Thank you, Miss Michelle. I would appreciate that.”

As April carried me out of the LittleGarden, I looked back at Miss Michelle, feeling betrayed… why did we keep playing if she was going to get me in trouble? Miss Michelle looked at me sadly, she wasn’t smiling. As the door to the LittleGarden closed behind us, the question kept repeating in my mind, What did I do wrong?

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Part 13

April didn’t say a word on the way to the car, or as she buckled me into the carseat. There was no music on the drive home. I sucked loudly on the pacifier and watched her eyes closely in the mirror, but they didn’t smile. She didn’t even say a word as she unbuckled me and carried me inside, she just sat down on the couch and pulled me into her lap and held me tight. I wasn’t sure what was going on… I felt a little scared. Did I mess up? I didn’t really do anything wrong… that boy called me a crybaby and I got upset. I know I wasn’t supposed to yell, but I didn’t curse. I didn’t throw anything or hit anyone, why was April reacting this way?

April pulled her phone out and tapped a few buttons, and suddenly I was on the TV, being held by Miss Michelle. The Little boy came up and pulled on Miss Michelle’s leg… but he was blurred out and you couldn’t hear him. Miss Michelle was visible and audible, and so was I, but the Little boy wasn’t.

“I. Am. Not,” I saw myself say. I watched as Miss Michelle gently rocked me and tried to calm me down… in her arms, I did look like a baby. I looked so small being cradled by her, and my diaper flashed the camera from under my romper as she rocked me, “I’m not a crybaby, I’m not!”

“Oh dear,” I saw Miss Michelle get up and carry me over to the cribs, the crowd of blurred out Littles were impossible to make out, but you could tell they were agitated. The other Amazon caretakers looked to be in a mild panic as they tried to keep everyone calm until the TV was on.

“No! No swaddle!” my scream came from the TV, visceral… so intense it made me flinch. The me on the TV thrashed wildly… and it looked like the TV-me tried to bite Miss Michelle… and then I watched the Little me fall unconscious in Miss Michelle’s grasp. The other Amazons gave a sigh of relief at the abrupt end to the temper tantrum and Miss Michelle gently put the pacifier in the sleeping-me’s mouth.

The video froze there, and suddenly I realized that I felt tears burning behind my eyes. I had no idea what was going to happen next… April pulled me tighter and squeezed me. Her heart was beating so fast. I was confused.

“Oh Kimmy…” I heard her say, it sounded like she was crying, “oh Kimmy, we are so lucky that Miss Michelle likes you.”

I tried to look up at her, but she was holding me too tightly.

“Where did I go wrong?” her pained question came from above and my whole body was flooded with guilt, “Have I given you too much freedom? Treated you too much like an Amazon child? Too much like an Amazon? Oh Kimmy, I love you so much, I don’t know what to do.”

She backed the video up to the frame that showed me twisting, my teeth bared at Miss Michelle’s hand.

“Miss Michelle saw this,” she said, “She knew. We are so, so lucky. You can’t go back to LittleGarden until we have this under control, Kimmy. If you had bitten her… if you assaulted an Amazon caretaker… they,” she sobbed, “they would have forcibly regressed you, permanently.” She squeezed me so tightly it hurt, “Lisa’s hypnotic trigger may have saved you after all, Kimmy. Am I a bad mommy? Should I have been more strict? I thought that if I showed you my love, made you understand… you’d realize your place and everything would be all right. I almost lost you today.”

My tears were flowing freely now, I didn’t even understand why I had gotten so upset at being called “crybaby”, it all seemed so stupid now that I saw it on the screen.

April turned me so I was facing her, “You were a bad girl today, Kimmy,” she said, and my heart broke into a million little pieces. I started bawling uncontrollably. “I am very disappointed in you.” If she hadn’t been holding me up, I would have collapsed in a heap at that. I don’t think April had ever expressed disapproval at me in any way. What if she didn’t love me any more? Tears were streaming down April’s face… was she going to give me away? I loved her… in that moment of fear, that moment that I thought I might lose her, I realized just how much I loved her. I didn’t want her to go away!

“Oh my little Kimmy, how can I make you understand?” she hugged me tightly, and then looked me in the eyes again. She grabbed a tissue, supporting me with one arm as I leaned back in her lap. She wiped my eyes and nose, and then her own eyes. She looked deeply into my eyes, and I into hers - I hung on her every breath, “I love you, Kimmy. I love you so much, I knew from the very first moment that I held you in my arms that I would love you forever. I’m too emotionally compromised right now to explain to you the severity of what went wrong today. I am too scared and too upset, any decision I make right now is suspect.”

She smiled suddenly, “The irony just hit me. Littles just don’t have the ability to recognize their own disregulated emotions, that’s the entire problem,” she kissed me on the head. “We need to get some food in both of us, I missed lunch due to recording today.”

April stood up and carried me to the kitchen, I was still weeping but I had calmed down a bit when she said “I love you”, I wasn’t scared she was going to get rid of me any more, but I still didn’t know what was going to happen. April sat me down in the highchair and snapped the tray in place.

“I’m going to make us some food. I think you’re too upset to eat carefully, so your dinner is going to be formula tonight,” she stroked my cheek, “you are not being punished with formula, I just don’t want you to choke. I’m going to take your paci out, but you are not to talk, okay? Show me that you’re a good Little, don’t say a single word, okay?”

I nodded and she removed the pacifier. My need to tell her how much I loved her was incredibly strong, I wanted to say how sorry I was, that I didn’t mean it, that I’d do better… it was so hard to keep quiet.

April made herself a quick dinner, some kind of fish and vegetables, and I got a bottle of formula which I drank without complaint. We ate in silence, but it wasn’t a tense silence… April didn’t seem upset anymore, she was calm and collected. I was miserable, but I stayed quiet.

After dinner, April carried me into the nursery where I learned that my diaper was soaked. I had been so upset, I never even noticed going… or that it was wet at all. She put me in another thick nighttime diaper and the sleeper outfit with the mittens, the one that zipped from behind. She put me down in the crib where I sat, dumbfounded. I had assumed I would get to sleep in her bed again, I liked her warmth, her heartbeat, her smell. She walked out without saying goodnight… I collapsed and started bawling again.

She came back in with Harry Otter, put him in my arms and stroked my hair.

“Oh my precious Little, I’m sorry I didn’t recognize my emotions more quickly. Your mommmy isn’t perfect, I get big feelings sometimes too. You poor thing, you had a rough day despite my best efforts. Goodnight my Kimmy, get some rest. Tomorrow is a new day. I love you.”

She walked out quietly and I croaked, “I love you too,” my voice hoarse from crying.

I was asleep within minutes.

I awoke the next morning still clutching Harry Otter tightly. I was still in the crib, it wasn’t all a bad dream. I couldn’t do much at all with the mittens, so I sat up and hugged Harry Otter.

“Oh Harry, I messed up,” I told him, “Why do I keep losing control? I’ve been called much worse in my life than ‘crybaby’.” I sighed and poked my diaper. It was dry, that was good at least… in a way. I still had nighttime control even if I went to bed upset. I was a little troubled by my lack of control yesterday evening, but I honestly couldn’t remember feeling that upset at any previous point in my life. So I gave myself a pass. I relaxed and flooded the diaper anyway, it wasn’t like I had another choice.

“Harry, we need to show everyone that we can be friends with Littles. Why wouldn’t I be able to? They’re just like me. They were adults, now they’re trapped in a world where they’re treated like a baby… I have something big in common with every single one of them, how hard could it be?” I propped Harry up and said to him, “Hello there miss, I like your dress. It hides your diaper well.”

Harry didn’t reply and I sighed, “Hello mister, how long have these giants forced you to wear diapers? Have you lost count of the days yet? What’s your favorite baby toy?”

My attempt to encourage myself was backfiring. The one thing we all had in common was helplessness, how do you bond over that in a way that doesn’t make you resentful?

“Good morning, beautiful girl,” April was smiling as she walked in, “I thought I heard you chattering in here. Is Harry keeping you company?”

I was conflicted. On the one hand, I was really happy that she was in a good mood and part of me wanted to play along and pretend that nothing was wrong, on the other hand… something was wrong. We still had a lot to talk about from the previous night, and pretending like everything was okay seemed like a bad idea.

“April, I…”, I started, wanting to address the problem head-on in a mature way… but I didn’t get any farther, the pacifier was quickly in my mouth and inflated.

“I see someone is still fussy, that’s okay. We had a lot of big feelings yesterday, didn’t we?”

She picked me up and carried me over to the changing table to get me ready for the day. The sleeper was removed and she squeezed my diaper… and did something very un-April-like.

“You’re barely wet,” she said, “we’ll change you after a while.”

I always got a morning change - even if the diaper was dry, I got a morning change into a daytime diaper. This was a bad sign. Was I losing some closeness with April? I didn’t even get a dress today, or shortalls… April just pulled on a t-shirt that read, “Full of Love” and carried me to the living room. April sat on the couch and sat me on her lap.

“Kimmy,” she said, “You are a Little. Your whole job in this life is to have fun, play, and be happy. That’s it. You know you weren’t happy in your old world, you were sad, you were tired, you were sick. You have…”

She was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. I hoped it was Lisa… I hadn’t seen Lisa in a while and I missed her. She made April happy, and she was around when I started growing closer to April. I had to remember how I was getting close to her before so I could get there again, I wanted her to understand that I loved her back… for real, with a real, deep emotion. This is what I was thinking to myself from the confines of the playpen where April had deposited me while she answered the door.

“Hello,” she said cheerfully, “Oh I wasn’t expecting any… yes, thank you. Right here? Okay, thank you! Have a nice day.”

She closed the door and carried in a medium sized box… and by medium size, I mean I would fit in it easily. The Littles Shopping Network logo was on the side. I started to panic.

“What did mom send now?” April asked as she set the box down and started opening it. “Oh right, I told her it was okay to buy this. It’s actually really good timing.”

I clung to the side of the playpen and strained to see what was in the box, but I couldn’t. April carried it toward the kitchen and I was left alone. I suddenly felt mad at myself. April had been starting to trust me more, I had been getting more freedom. She had been letting me wander the house instead of keeping me trapped in the swing or the playpen, but here I was again. I brooded while April was away, I didn’t feel like playing with any of the toys in the playpen. She was gone for quite a while, from the kitchen I heard the sounds of small tools being used… she must be assembling something. Something from the Littles Shopping Network, something her mother bought. All of this together pretty much guaranteed I wouldn’t like it.

“Okay, Kimmy - let’s try out your new present,” April said happily as she carried me toward the kitchen. In the doorway between the kitchen and the living room was… a bouncer, hung from the doorframe. Yet another method of confinement. I didn’t complain as she settled me down in the jumper and adjusted the tension. The fabric held the thick nighttime diaper to me closely, my legs dangled in the legholes, splayed completely apart with my toes barely touching the ground. “Okay sweetie, jump for me.”

I bounced helplessly in the bouncer… Actually, I got some decent height on the jumps, it was kind of like jumping on a trampoline… except that it held you up by the crotch and made you constantly aware that you wore diapers. Otherwise it was exactly like a trampoline. This was basically the direct opposite of the freedom I was trying to earn back.

“There, now you can get a little more exercise while I work around the house, and I can talk to you while I prepare things in the kitchen without you being trapped in the highchair. I prefer to keep that just for mealtimes. Isn’t grandma thoughtful?”

I tried desperately to push the pacifier out of my mouth so I could play along, make things right again… but it was in firmly. Instead I just held up my arms and opened and closed my hands, which had worked before. April smiled and picked me up.

“Oh, someone is still feeling a little needy, huh? Okay, let’s stay close.” April cradled me in her arms and rocked me, “I am your mommy, it is my job to take care of you. To make sure you are clothed, fed, and cared for. My goal is to make you happy. Your job is to be happy. That’s a pretty easy job, isn’t it?” she tickled my tummy and I giggled around the paci. When she stopped, I nodded. “Can you do that, Kimmy? Can you just worry about being happy and stop worrying about all that other stuff?”

When she put it that way, it did sound like a pretty easy job. Just be happy, right? April made me happy, it should be easy to be happy for her. I nodded and snuggled in her arms.

“Good, I was hoping we’d be able to come to an agreement on this. Now, I don’t need to go in to record today, I got word that they’re reviewing the previous days’ recordings… so it’s just you and me. And I have an idea on what we can do.” And then April sat me down on the couch all by myself… she made sure my diapered butt was all the way against the back cushion, but still… she left me on the couch, not the playpen, not the swing, not the new bouncer. That was a good sign. When she came back, she was carrying a tiny guitar in each hand, like the one I had been playing with on the coffee table the other night. She sat one of them in my lap and held the other one close to her body, sitting down on the other side of the couch, facing me.

“Let’s play some music,” April smiled.

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Part 14

The next few days were wonderful. April introduced me to the ukulele, which is what the tiny guitar was… I felt silly because I knew what a ukulele was, I’d just never seen such a tiny instrument be so big before. She had a smaller version for me, but it was still quite large, almost the size of a standard guitar for me back home. We spent the days playing music, she taught me chords and we sang songs. Otherwise, I mostly stayed quiet, I kept myself to one word replies and I nodded or shook my head where that would do. The days were fun, the meals were simple, but at night I slept in the crib and I felt alone. Music wasn’t all we did, but we did a lot of it and I was feeling pretty comfortable with the instrument after three days… I couldn’t make sounds anywhere near as beautiful as April, but I was happy. We had something special to share, just she and I. I imagined most Littles didn’t get to learn a musical instrument, and I took great solace in the fact that April had not decided the best course of action was to pretend to be something she wasn’t… a standard Amazon “mother”. In my alone times when April was busy, I was often in the playpen or the bouncer - I thought about Miss Michelle and Lisa, I hadn’t seen anyone but April since that last day at the LittleGarden. Not that that was a bad thing, but I wondered how they were doing.

On the evening of the fourth day, I found myself sitting on the floor, finally unconfined and finishing up my carousel… I was coloring it in. I was being meticulous. The dot-to-dot was incredibly detailed, when I was done it had turned out to be eight hundred dots, and I was determined to make it a masterpiece. I wasn’t particularly artistically inclined, I had some fun with watercolor painting back home, but it wasn’t like I had any other skills I needed to hone here, so I decided I was going to devote my free time and effort to art, one drawing at a time. They say you can become professional-level at anything if you put 10,000 hours into it and I knew that to be true from my computer programming work back home. I was really good because I devoted all of my time to it. Not that it would be of any use here, my main skills to remember here were being cheerful, talking in small sentences and timing my bladder and bowels for maximum comfort. I couldn’t play with the ukulele unless April was playing too, so this was something else to do when she was busy, and it felt really good to build up two different creative skills.

“Make sure your tongue is at the perfect angle while you color, sweetie,” April laughed as she passed by me. I realized I was sticking my tongue out of the corner of my mouth in concentration, it was an old habit. I laughed and popped the pacifier that was clipped to my shortalls in my mouth. I liked these shortalls, they had a big pocket on the front and flower embroidery around the legs. April dressed me mostly in what could be considered “childish” clothing rather than “babyish” clothing and I was very grateful. I had a yellow t-shirt on underneath with fairies dancing on it, and my daytime diaper was clean and dry. Today was a good day so far. Things were mostly back to normal, but I know that April was still trying to find some way to “socialize” me. She spent a little bit of time on the phone each day, looking for an activity for me to join so I could bond with some Littles. I know she had been on the phone with a tumbling place and a ballet class… I really, really didn’t want to do ballet. I shuddered at the thought of waddling around on a stage with a diaper bulge under a tutu while Amazons cooed at me.

My thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

“Coming!” April called, when she opened the door she sounded very happy, "Lisa! It’s so good to see… OH MY GOODNESS IS THAT… " April cut off in a squeal of glee.

I got up and walked over to the door to see what was going on. I peered around April’s leg, she had her arms wrapped around Lisa, who had one arm around April… the other hand was full. She was holding the hand of a Little! A Little girl with long brown hair with a big blue bow on top… she had big, pretty grey eyes and was sucking on a blue pacifier. She was wearing an Alice-in-Wonderland looking blue dress with the gauzy apron and everything, but it was very short and a very thick nighttime diaper poked out from underneath, covered by a pair of white tights. She had on shiny black shoes… her expression was nervous, but not upset. She was pretty… and taller than me by about 4-5 inches.

“Come in, come in!” April pulled Lisa inside and closed the door, then crouched down next to the new girl, “And who is this angel?”

“Mewanee,” the girl said softly and quietly… and she curtsied!

“OH My Goodness, that is so cute, Lisa,” but April suddenly had a concerned look in her eye, “but did you…”

“Did I what?”

“I know I said I wouldn’t tell you what to do with your own Little, Lisa… but did you get her reprogrammed? You can’t have had her very long…”

“What?” Lisa laughed, “No! No no, goodness no. Although I totally understand why you’d think that, is Kimmy okay? I read all those books you gave me.”

“She’s fine,” April said as she stood up and faced Lisa, “How long have you had a Little?”

“I honestly didn’t plan on getting one so quickly, I just went down to register at the adoption office… Melanie practically fell into my lap, we’ve been inseparable for the past week. I would have told you sooner, but we had to go through a quarantine. You have no idea how lucky I got, she’s perfect for me!”

“Perfect for you?” April looked a little skeptical, “You’re not exactly a girly-girl, Lisa.”

“I know, I know!” Lisa laughed, “I’ll tell you all about it over a cup of coffee, but first let’s introduce our girls!”

Melanie had been glancing around the house while the Amazons talked, she seemed unsure of herself, but that was pretty understandable. If she’d only been here a week, she probably wasn’t even used to being stuck in diapers yet and it looked like Lisa was keeping her in thick ones. I wasn’t terribly surprised, seeing as how it was Lisa who wanted to see me in those awful tattletale diapers in the first place. I felt so bad for poor Melanie already. The Amazons looked down at us, I was practically hiding behind April’s leg.

“Kimmy,” April said, “introduce yourself to our guest.” She was watching me closely since we hadn’t made any progress on the “socializing” front. I thought hard for a moment about what the correct “Little” way to do this was.

“Um,” I peered out from April’s leg, “nice to meet you Melanie. My name is Kimmy, would you like to come color with me?”

“Awwwww,” the Amazons melted at me, which made me blush.

“Hewwo Kimmy,” Melanie said around her pacifier, still very quietly. I wondered if Lisa allowed her to take it out, “yes pwease.”

I started to walk back over to my activity book… I wasn’t going to let Melanie color on my carousel, but we could start a new picture together. I didn’t make it very far before I was scooped up, however.

“Not so fast, Kimmy,” April plopped me down in the playpen and pulled it over so she’d have a better view of it from the kitchen, “I don’t want you and Melanie coloring alone just yet. I haven’t seen my best friend in a week, we’re going to go catch up while you play with her new Little in your playpen. I’m watching you, I expect you to be nice.”

I nodded and waited while Lisa lowered Melanie into the playpen too. I’d never had another Little in my playpen, or in this house… I wasn’t sure what to do. The Amazons dropped some toys in the playpen and I snatched Harry Otter quickly. Melanie just sat there quietly while April and Lisa went into the kitchen.

“Um, I like your dress,” I said cautiously to Melanie. “Can you take out the pacifier so we can talk? Or is it stuck?”

She took out the pacifier and let it dangle by its clip from her dress. Her legs were splayed wide from her thick diaper, she looked really nervous. Was she afraid of me?

“So… you’ve been with Lisa a week. She can be pretty fun… has she been nice to you?”

"My mommy is a very nice lady… " Melanie said softly, but she was looking down at the ground.

“Are you scared, Melanie? I won’t be mean to you, and April is a nice Amazon, you’re safe here. Are you embarrassed about your diapers?”

Melanie nodded and blushed seven shades of red. I pulled the leg of my shortalls to one side and showed Melanie my diaper, as best I could.

“It’s okay, I have to wear diapers too, all Littles do. That’s what they call people where we’re from. We’re so much smaller than they are, we’re practically children to them. It’s not so bad, you got a nice one - Lisa is my friend. Well, she’s April’s best friend but she’s my friend too. None of us want to wear diapers, it’s just the way it is. If it makes you feel better, mine is wet right now.”

Melanie mumbled something, still looking down. I couldn’t tell what she was saying.

“Do you… do you miss where we came from?”

Melanie looked up at me, her eyes a little glossy with tears, and I felt stupid. I shouldn’t have said anything, it’s so hard when you first get here.

“No,” she said firmly, the loudest word she’d said yet. There was something off about her voice, “I like it here, I like my mommy. She’s nice to me.”

Something wasn’t right… I was getting a very weird vibe from Melanie and I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.

“Oh, I like April too, she’s nice to me… but I still miss my home. I miss cheeseburgers and drinks at the bar with the girls, y’know?”

Ugh, why was talking to Littles so hard? Talking with people was never this hard back home. I thought hard about what April would want me to do, and I offered Harry Otter to Melanie.

“Melanie, I want to share with you. This is Harry Otter, he’s my favorite toy, he makes me happy.”

“Harry Otter,” Melanie laughed… her laugh wasn’t quite right either, there was something strange there, she took Harry from my offering hands and hugged him. “Thank you, Kimmy. You’re real nice.”

My eyes were drawn to Melanie’s throat… I saw a hint of an adam’s apple bob.

“You’re a boy!” I shouted, figuring out what seemed off. As soon as I said that, Melanie burst into tears, sobbing like I’d punched her in the face. Lisa came tearing through the door faster than I’d ever seen an Amazon move and swept Melanie up. I stared as Lisa sat down on the couch with Melanie and within moments, Melanie was latched on to Lisa’s breast and was suckling away.

“Kimmy!” April towered over the playpen, “What did you do to poor Melanie?”

“I didn’t do anything honest!” I pleaded, “I even shared Harry Otter!”

“Then why was Melanie crying like that?”

“I don’t know, I… um, I… April, Melanie is a boy.”

“And why do you think Melanie would cry when you said that?” April had her hands on her hips, “How would you feel if someone said that to you?”

“Oh no,” my body flooded with guilt and I stood at the edge of the playpen nearest Melanie, “Mellie, I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings! You’re so pretty! Lisa, Lisa… I’m sorry I was mean to Mellie.”

Lisa was talking softly to Melanie and stroking her hair, I couldn’t tell what she was saying. April picked me up and I watched them. Lisa unlatched Melanie, who was calmer now and held her tight. April sat down next to Lisa, and soon Melanie and I were side by side, two diapered adults sitting in the laps of giants. I felt terrible for making her cry.

“Mommy says that the doctor is going to fix my voice and my adam’s apple in two weeks,” Melanie said softly, “I hate them. They make me feel ugly. I don’t want anyone to see me before they’re fixed.”

“Were you… were you transgender before you came here?” I asked cautiously, not wanting to upset her again. Transgender people existed in my world, they had a hard time… I knew a couple and was pretty good friends with one. It never even occurred to me to wonder how a trans person would handle being brought here. Melanie nodded, not looking at me. “I’m very sorry that I said that, Melanie… you’re so pretty, I couldn’t figure out why you were being so quiet.”

“Mellie was afraid you wouldn’t like her, Kimmy,” Lisa said, stroking her Little’s hair, “I told her all about you and how sweet you were. Melanie did not have an easy time in her world, she needs a lot of love now that she’s here. Melanie is my baby girl and I love her no matter what her voice sounds like.”

“I love you, mommy,” Melanie smiled up at Lisa. I felt a pang at how quickly and effortlessly Melanie and Lisa connected, I felt rotten that April and I had the rough patches we did. Melanie seemed to be a better Little than me…

“Kimmy,” Lisa said to me, “you get to pick the Littles’ dinner. One of you will have a jar of baby food - peaches, and one of you will have a peanut butter sandwich. You get to pick, who is getting what?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” April asked Lisa, “I know I said it was okay, but that was before Melanie got her feelings hurt.”

Melanie looked nervous, I felt on the spot… like I was in a test.

“I think it’s okay, honestly… I think this is good for both of them,” Lisa continued, “Well Kimmy, what will it be?”

I felt torn. The sandwiches were my favorite food here, getting one for dinner would be a treat, they were usually a lunchtime food. I really, really didn’t want to eat baby food, but it felt really wrong to doom poor Melanie to that. I had avoided baby food this whole time and Lisa already knew how much I hated blended food. Was this a test to see how nice I would be to her new Little?

I looked from April to Lisa to Melanie, trying to decide…

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Part 15

The dinner choice was in my hands, and I didn’t like it.

“I’ll take the baby food, Mellie can have the sandwich,” I sighed sadly.

“Oh please mommy, may I have the peaches please, they’re my favorite!” Melanie looked really upset and embarrassed at the same time, which left me very confused. I had just given up my favorite food for her!

“See April?” Lisa laughed, snuggling her Little, “Just like I said. Little Kimmy has learned to sacrifice for others because that’s what her mommy would want, and Mellie is learning to be honest about what she wants even if it embarrasses her. Progress!”

“Wait,” I said, “Mellie WANTS the baby food?”

“Mellie LOVES the baby food,” Lisa rolled Melanie on her back and tickled her, “Mellie LOVES being a Little, don’t you Mellie. Tell our friends, Mellie.”

“I… I don’t want to, mommy. Please don’t make me.”

“Melanie Stephenson, I’m doing this for your own good. If you don’t tell our friends the truth, I will put you in the thinnest training pants instead of your nighttime diapers for a whole week, and you will have to wear pants instead of dresses the whole time.”

“No!” Melanie looked panicked and put her hands protectively over her diaper, April looked amused, I was beyond confused. “Okay… I will.”

“Tell our friends why you’re wearing a nighttime diaper even though it’s not nighttime,” Lisa smiled.

"I… " Melanie’s cheeks burned red and she looked down, “I begged mommy to let me wear the nighttime diapers.”

April squeezed me tight, silently letting me know that any kind of reaction here would be unwelcome.

“What diapers do you get to wear if you’re a good girl here tonight?”

“Swaddler diapers, mommy,” a shy smile spread across Melanie’s face, “and you promised me that you’d swaddle me and carry me.”

“And I will sweetie, I’m so proud of you for telling the truth. Should you be ashamed that you want to wear diapers, Melanie?”

“No mommy, Littles are supposed to wear diapers and I’m a Little.”

“You should ask Kimmy if she’ll trade you your sandwich for her baby food.”

“Kimmy,” Melanie looked embarrassedly at me, “will you pretty please trade me your baby food dinner for my sandwich dinner? Pretty please? Peaches are my favorite.”

“Um, I’d like that Melanie, peanut butter is my favorite! Melanie… do you really like wearing diapers?”

“Yes,” Melanie looked down, “I do. Do you hate me?”

“Why would I hate you? You HAVE to wear diapers now, it seems that liking them would make everything easier. Why do you want Lisa to swaddle you? Why do you want to wear those super thick diapers? You won’t be able to move!”

“I know,” Melanie laid back in Lisa’s arms, looking completely relaxed, “my mommy loves me and she’ll show it by swaddling me so tight that I can’t move and cuddling me and I’ll be so happy…”

I suddenly felt like I was in the deep end. I didn’t think it was wrong for Melanie to want that, but I didn’t understand it and I didn’t want April to think that I wanted anything like that.

“I love it when April sings to me, when we play music together. I love it when she tickles me and touches me on the nose. Most of all, I love sleeping in her arms. I think that’s the best thing ever.”

It felt good to share these warm, fuzzy feelings openly.

“I love it,” April joined in, kissing the top of my head, “when Kimmy lets go and stops struggling, and just lets herself be happy. She says the cutest things and shines as bright as a star.”

“I love it,” Lisa finished out our little sharing circle, “when Melanie admits that what I’m giving her is what she wants, and she can feel that I accept her and that there’s nothing wrong with her. She’s perfect just the way she is.”

“It looks like,” April smiled to Lisa, “we have ourselves a couple of happy Littles.”

Melanie and I looked at each other, we had melted into the laps of our Amazons, our bones practically jelly as we submitted to them. We both started giggling uncontrollably. Now that Melanie realized that absolutely no one here would think she was weird for WANTING Lisa to diaper her, or for being a girl, she was positively glowing.

“Mommy?” Melanie asked softly, “May I wet my diaper?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Lisa said, cupping the front of Melanie’s diaper with her hand… just like Miss Michelle had done with me that day in the crib of the LittleGarden. I watched Melanie intently, I saw her relax and heard the soft hissing… but the real tell was the look of bliss that settled on her face.

“You have to ask to pee in your diaper?” I asked, surprised. I really didn’t like the idea, and I hoped that April wouldn’t make me do that.

“Only for now,” Lisa answered, “we just started untraining. This is Melanie’s way of sharing that she still has control. We’ll both be happy when that’s gone.”

“The ways of Littles and Amazons are as varied as the stars in the sky, my precious Little,” April said to me with a squeeze, “What works for Lisa and Melanie might work for us, it might not. It’s up to us to find our own happiness. What is universally true is that Littles must be fed, however. So how do we want to do this? We only have the one highchair and Kimmy always, always manages to get peanut butter in some ridiculous location when she eats a sandwich, so I’m really afraid to let her eat one out of her highchair. I had to clean peanut butter out of her eyebrows last time.”

I blushed but kept my objections to myself.

“Well… Melanie has been pretty good and so she’s going to be spoonfed,” Lisa smiled, “can we put her in the bouncer? I’ll clean it up when we’re done.”

Melanie’s eyes were as big as saucers.

“The bouncer isn’t that bad, Mellie,” I said, trying to soothe her, “it’s actually a little fun.” This made Lisa laugh.

“She’s not afraid of the bouncer, Kimmy. I bet she didn’t notice you had one. That’s her, ‘I want something so badly but I won’t ask for it’ face.” Now it was Melanie’s turn to blush. “Do you have a couple of handkerchiefs or anything like that? Small strips of fabric.”

“I think we can come up with something,” April said, carrying me to the kitchen and depositing me in the highchair. I was fastened in and the tray put in place while Melanie was placed in my bouncer. Lisa raised the height a bit because Melanie was taller and had her dangling so only her tiptoes brushed the ground. She could only steady herself, she couldn’t really bounce much. I watched as Lisa took a pair of white handkerchiefs and then tied Mellie’s wrists to the cords that held up the bouncer, poor Mellie was completely helpless. I started to object, but April just shook her head at me. Lisa tied one of my bibs around Mellie’s neck that read, “Just Too Cute” and sat down on the floor with a jar of baby food and a spoon.

I watched, enthralled, as Melanie’s toes practically curled in bliss with each spoonful of the mashed peaches.

“My Little,” Lisa cooed as she fed Melanie, “trapped in her diapers, trapped in a bouncer, no choice but to eat her yummy peaches for her mommy.” When those words reached Melanie’s ears, she let out a small moan, “I guess I’ll just have to keep you in diapers, little Melanie. You’re too cute to be anything but a precious baby…” Melanie struggled against her bonds and moaned lightly… to the point that I actually started to feel embarrassed. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind now what Lisa had meant when she said she found the perfect Little for her. It actually made me feel guilty, Lisa was positively glowing as well. Making Melanie that happy was bringing pure joy to Lisa, you could see it written on her face, which I watched in profile as she fed her precious Little. I wished I could make April that happy.

I looked up at April, who was sitting right next to me, watching me closely. She had put my sandwich, cut into 4 triangles, on my plate with a side of carrots and a few pieces of LittleMunch. She smiled at me and stroked my cheek, but we didn’t say anything. Neither of us wanted to interrupt their moment. I quietly munched my sandwich… which was still AMAZING… and sipped from the sippy cup… and I realized, I didn’t want a sippy cup tonight. I wanted April to feed me a bottle. Honestly, I was really curious about breastfeeding… what did it taste like? Would April feel closer to me if we did that? Did April even want to do that? I realized that what was keeping me away from April was my resistance to being Little. I felt a small pang of jealousy at how close Lisa and Melanie had become in such a short amount of time. I wanted that closeness with April.

When the jar of peaches was gone and her bottle was empty, Melanie returned to reality, bouncing happily on her toes. I smiled my biggest smile and hid my jealousy, the last thing I wanted was to ruin this moment for them.

April could read me like a book, and knew the quickest way to my heart. When I looked back down, there was a chocolate cookie waiting for me on the tray of my highchair! I was dying to try one, these were my favorite back home… without thinking, I shoved the whole thing in my mouth and almost passed out from the flavor explosion. This! This was the best thing ever, better than the peanut butter, better than the chocolate in the bottle! Soon, I was bouncing up and down in the highchair, letting out long “mmmmm” sounds as I crunched the cookie. April and Lisa both laughed at me and my simple pleasures… but April was watching me very, very closely.

“Come on baby, mommy’s right boob hurts, I need you to help me with this. April, will you be offended if I eat a sandwich on your couch while Melanie nurses?” Lisa asked, untying Melanie’s wrists.

“Be my guest - you go get set up and I’ll bring you a sandwich, darling.”

Once they were out of the room, I turned to April.

“April?” I asked softly, still crunching on the remnants of the cookie, “will you feed me a bottle while Melanie nurses? I want to lay in your arms.”

“Of course, sweetie,” April delivered Lisa a sandwich and came back and got me and a bottle of milk, and we settled down on the couch next to Lisa and Melanie. Melanie was laid across Lisa’s lap, curled around her and suckling away at Lisa’s breast with her eyes closed. April lay me in her arms and held the nipple of the bottle to my mouth. I accepted it and sucked at the bottle, secretly imagining it was April’s breast. For once, I didn’t try to hold on to the bottle, I snuggled my arms in against my body and melted into April’s arms. This is what was missing. I needed Melanie to come show me how to be Little.

My last thought before I fell asleep in April’s arms was, my new best friend brought me closer to my love, my April.

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Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 11-15 (Updated 6/25)

There must be something in the water. SIX out of the ten stories on my front page are weird genre subversions. :confused: Anyway, this story reminds me of that one good quote from the movie Avatar:

Unfortunately, the rest of Avatar was dreck. But that one quote was pretty good.

I really enjoyed the climax in Part 10. You did a great job of laying hints, stealthfully showing ways that the Amazon system might actually be more wholesome and enlightened than our own. I passively absorbed all the references to Kimberly smoking, her dead end job, her bad eating, her unhealthy social relationships. When April said “Were you really big though, Kimmy?”, it hit me! She was just a fake adult, an addict with poor self-control, pursuing a life that made her miserable. You see people like her everywhere…

So the theme seems to be that Kim, though at first seeming to be a mature adult held hostage, really was “Little” mentally, and she really did need April to mother her. You already have Avatar beat in this department. You’ve depicted an alternate and initially horrifying way of life, then changed my mind about it.

That said, I think there are two items that hurt the theme.

  1. April gagging Kim and keeping her from speaking in the early chapters. Unless I’ve missed a good maternal justification for that? How is that anything but stifling and cruel? I think it would better to show, in later chapters, that this was actually compassionate. Maybe April knew Kim would damage herself with words? Buddha’s Right Speech and all that?
  2. Kimberly’s tantrum about “crybaby” at daycare is too childlike to be believable. Maybe in another story this would work. But crying over being called a crybaby? The theme is that Kimmy’s Little, but superficially adult. Is there a way you can have her throw a violent tantrum in an “adult-like” way. As someone who’s worked in retail, I can assure you that adults do throw tantrums. But they don’t act exactly like three-year-olds.

We seem to have moved into an arc where Kimberly learns sensitivity, compassion, and emotional regulation. I’m curious where this will lead…

Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 11-15 (Updated 6/25)

[QUOTE=donbiki;69654]That said, I think there are two items that hurt the theme.

  1. April gagging Kim and keeping her from speaking in the early chapters. Unless I’ve missed a good maternal justification for that? How is that anything but stifling and cruel? I think it would better to show, in later chapters, that this was actually compassionate. Maybe April knew Kim would damage herself with words? Buddha’s Right Speech and all that?
  2. Kimberly’s tantrum about “crybaby” at daycare is too childlike to be believable. Maybe in another story this would work. But crying over being called a crybaby? The theme is that Kimmy’s Little, but superficially adult. Is there a way you can have her throw a violent tantrum in an “adult-like” way. As someone who’s worked in retail, I can assure you that adults do throw tantrums. But they don’t act exactly like three-year-olds.[/QUOTE]

#1 is a super fair criticism - I’ll give a realistic justification, and then an honest answer :wink:

Realistic justification: April is only Amazon after all, and everyone can hit their limit in dealing with a fussy Little. Littles, even ones that came to be acquired as Kimmy did, require an adjustment period… if they ever accept things.

Honest answer: This was my very first story, and it all started with a fantasy about the shopping scene. The scene popped into my head specifically after reading BabySofia’s Exchanged, she had a scene in a store that stole my imagination and I loved it. I had to write my own, but with more love. That was the impetus for this entire story, and it is still a fetish for me after all, and I like being gagged :wink: I didn’t know what story I was going to tell when I wrote that first chapter, many of the characters evolved drastically. If I were a good writer, I would have re-edited chapter 1 to be more true to who the characters became, but when I wrote this the first time, I was still just meeting them. Each one of the characters grew and evolved in my mind as I wrote, and there were some scenes that totally didn’t happen the way I originally intended, because the logical reaction of the character to a stimulus was contrary to my initial plan. So, you have absolutely found a flaw in the story and you are 100% correct, it could be modified or explained better… but that feels dishonest to my own growth as a writer (which I still don’t consider myself to be). I find it personally more satisfying to leave it and reflect upon it.

#2: I, Kimmy the girl who wrote the story, have had in my past severe emotional regulation problems, to the point where I was unable to identify what emotions I was feeling verbally until it was too late and I was lashing out at people and causing damage. Kimmy the character’s emotions are an exaggerated version of my own problem, which I have learned how to manage with therapy… Kimmy can take emotional stress only to a certain point, then she “overflows” and becomes completely unreasonable. This was an instance of that. It is parallel to the escalation at the dinner scene with Lisa: she was scolded for using April’s name (embarrassment/humiliation), she was fed against her will (embarrassment/humiliation), then she was burped - she didn’t expect her body to betray her this way (it’s happened to me, and it was embarrassing the first time, even though I was mostly in littlespace already), and this pushed her to her emotional breaking point. The crybaby comment came as she was teetering on that ledge, and it pushed her right over into the pit and she lashed out.

Thank you very much for your thoughtful comment and observations. I hope you continue to enjoy the story as it unfolds :slight_smile:

Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 11-15 (Updated 6/25)

Yeah, if anything, I’m a little surprised April wasn’t more perceptive of the runup to the meltdown, or that Kimmy didn’t remember it. That was the unreal-feeling part of that section to me, that somehow Kimmy completely forgot about ALL the other shit that led up to her falling apart and, despite having play-by-play on video, April didn’t see it either.

Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 11-15 (Updated 6/25)

It’s not that it went unnoticed, it’s that an act of aggression such as purposeful biting by a Little to an Amazon in inexcusable in that setting and would lead to big repercussions, so it’s not that they didn’t see the escalation, it’s that Kimmy was attacking Miss Michelle, who hadn’t really done anything wrong. She corrected a speech pattern and burped a little, seemingly minor things to an Amazon. To them, it really did seem like Kimmy flipped out at being called a ‘crybaby’ and attacked her caregiver.

Does that make sense? If I’m understanding that your concern is that her reaction wasn’t better understood or accounted for in the near-biting incident.

Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 11-15 (Updated 6/25)

Part 16

I was a little heartbroken when I awoke the next morning in the crib, alone. I flooded my nighttime diaper immediately and looked around for Harry. I grabbed him and pulled myself up with the bars.

“April!” I called, “I wet my diaper! Can I wear shoes today? April!”

I heard a laugh from the direction of the living room, and April was in the nursery shortly thereafter.

“Well good morning, my sweet Kimmy,” I was released from the crib and changed into a blue knee-length sundress and a normal daytime diaper, the ever-present Silencer pacifier clipped to my dress, “We don’t wear shoes in the house, but you can wear them when we go out. We need to get a Littlewarming present for Lisa and Melanie.”

“Last night was nice,” I hugged April as she carried me to the kitchen, where I was given my favorite breakfast, bacon and a sippy cup of orange juice, “I really like Mellie, she’s nice.”

“I agree with you, and you were a good girl last night, once you got to know Mellie a little bit.” I blushed at the memory of making poor Mellie cry.

“How old is Mellie as a Little? She’s taller than I am, and she walked to the door with shoes on with Lisa.”

“I’d wager she’s either twelve or thirteen months, but I bet she’d trade with you in a heartbeat if she could.”

“Yeah,” I said, between bites of bacon, “I bet she would. The grass is always greener on the other side of the playpen, I guess. April?” I asked cautiously, “Do you wish I were more like Mellie?”

“I wish you didn’t fight being Little like it was such a bad thing sometimes, but no, I love my Kimmy. I don’t want Melanie as my Little, sweetie, I want you.”

“I don’t want Lisa as my Amazon, I want you,” I echoed.

“Time for a trip to the store!” April smiled once my breakfast was done. April was in a really, really good mood… better than she had been in days. She helped me get my velcro shoes on as promised, and I hoped that she would let me walk in the store, or that the store had the carrier-carts at the very least. The car-prep routine was familiar and comfortable, and before long I was buckled in and we were on our way.

“Let’s see… what should we get Little Melanie as a welcoming present? My mom got you your pacifier, which has been so helpful. I want to get something useful, but cute.” April’s eyes caught mine in the mirror, “You should probably pick something out for Melanie as well, sweetie. I want you to think about a thing you wished you had when you first got here.”

We pulled up to the store and soon I was being carried… in the carrier, she didn’t even unbuckle me, into the store.

“May I please walk in the store?” I asked as she carried me across the parking lot.

“No sweetie, this store is enormous and you are tiny, it’s not safe here,” she answered. The sunshade was down so I could see, but as April fastened the carrier to the cart, I was sad that I wasn’t going to be able to see her or look around as much.

“Do they have a carrier cart?”

“Aw sweetie, are you sad that you can’t see me?” April asked as she pushed the cart into the store.

“Uh huh.”

“We’ll make this a quick trip, I already have you securely attached, no sense in taking the carrier all the way back to the car.”

The inside of the store was huge - much taller than the stores we usually shopped at, I had never been to this one. Right at the entrance, they had a variety of restraining devices for walking Littles, leashes and harnesses made up to look like all sorts of things, from backpacks to animal costumes where the leash was the tail. This whole store was devoted to gear for Amazons to use on their Littles! April hummed one of the songs we played together and I joined in with her, humming along. Even though I couldn’t see her, I felt like we were still connected and that felt nice.

“Let’s see,” April thought aloud, “What can we get for Lisa that she didn’t already buy herself?” April’s giant hand reached into the carrier unexpectedly and I found myself wriggling under her tickling fingers until I wet myself, but I didn’t say anything. Instead I just sucked on the pacifier to console myself. “Maybe one of the newer Little monitors? The ones that give you all the vitals and monitor wetness… Hmm… We know she has a teasing sense of humor, maybe we should get a pack of flavored pacifiers?”

I could only see to the left of the cart as we glided along and I found myself looking at various displays. We stopped in front of a Little-sized hamster ball with a diapered Little manniquin inside.

“Oh my goodness! Lisa would love this,” April laughed as I imagined myself being sealed up inside the ball and bumping into things… the relative freedom of movement sounded enticing, but at the same time I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of that kind of captivity, “Too bad, she lives in an apartment, she’d never have a place to use this.”

We came to a section that had very large harnesses… it looked like they were intended to physically tie a Little to an Amazon. I suddenly had the urge to have my pacifier in my mouth, so I went with it.

“I don’t think Lisa is the body-carrier type, she lets Melanie walk,” April mused. She didn’t stop there long and as she pushed the cart away, I realized… This was a thing I wanted to try! I loved the idea of being so close to April, and I’d be able to see much better.

“Pwease!” I pointed at the mannequin who had their Little tied to their chest, facing outward toward the world. That looked so much better than being stuck in a carrier in the cart.

“Sweetie, do you want to be carried? Hmm… I never really thought about it, it tends to be for Littles smaller than you, you’re at the upper end of the range.”

“Pwease?” I asked again, this was probably the first time I was being denied something because I was too big, it was very frustrating. “Pwetty pwease?”

“We’re not shopping for us, Kimmy,” April laughed, but she tossed a box with a carrier harness in the cart anyway, “We’re supposed to be shopping for Lisa. Help me find something for her, cutie!”

“Tanks!” I beamed, sucking loudly on the pacifier and wiggling my toes, which got my feet tickled. The cart went on.

“…about eleven years now, I think”, I overheard a conversation as we approached a section that was showcasing walkers, “Which do you think would be best for Adam?”

“Let’s see, if Adam hasn’t walked in eleven years, you’ll probably want to start him with this model.” A salesman Amazon was helping a couple, a middle-aged Amazon man and his wife, who was holding a Little boy, who sucking on a pacifier and wearing a onesie with an obvious crawler diaper underneath… something didn’t add up. The Little looked younger than me, and I’d never seen a Little younger than their mid-twenties. If that boy had been with them for eleven years, how old was he really?

My train of thought was interrupted abruptly by an unwelcome voice.

“INPUT 12 MONTHS CONFIRMED, STATUS: WALKER”, the sound of the RoboNanny sent me into a panic.

“Oh no, I took a wrong turn. Close your eyes, Kimmy,” April said to me as we found ourselves in the RoboNanny aisle.

“CURRENT SUPPLIES, SIX DAYS REMAINING.”

“Do you really think our sweetums would be okay in one of these for six days, dear?”

I felt myself starting to hyperventilate as April pushed us through the RoboNanny aisle quickly. I clenched my eyes shut and listened to Amazons discuss long-term captivity of their supposedly beloved Littles. I could almost feel the RoboNanny’s fingers on my wrists and ankles again, and I started to cry.

Soon I was in her arms and we were sitting on an empty endcap, away from the RoboNannies.

“Oh my poor Kimmy, I’m so sorry,” April cursed under her breath, “Why do I have to be so stubborn about diaper bags? You need your bottle and I didn’t bring one, I am so sorry.”

She stroked my hair and rocked me.

“Please Kimmy, please calm down. Kimmy sweetie, we’re getting looks. Be my good girl, please Kimmy.”

She held me tightly but my feelings were completely out of control, I couldn’t seem to calm down. I couldn’t stop thinking about the RoboNanny grabbing me and not letting me go!

“Kimmy,” April pleaded, "please… " April sounded really upset, then she started to sing softly and she whispered to me on a rest, “Sing with me sweetie, share your pretty voice.”

I hiccupped and sang one of the songs we had been practicing together, and I started to calm down. I could feel April’s love pouring over me and I knew I was safe.

“Good girl, Kimmy,” April said, putting my pacifier back between my lips, “Shhh, good girl.”

“Is everything okay ma’am?” a gruff voice came from overhead.

“Yes sir, everyting’s fine,” I heard April say, “I just forgot the diaper bag in the car and she was upset…”

“Ma’am, I need you and your Little to come with me please,” April stood and held me tighter than she ever has at that, “I’ll need to see your ID and your Adoption Card.”

“Everything’s okay, she’s okay - we’re fine…”

“Ma’am, let’s not make this difficult.”

The man led is back to the back of the store, April slipped my pacifier back into my mouth and I sucked on it furiously. She was scared, I was terrified… but me freaking out is what got us into this mess and April worked very hard to get me calmed down. We sat down in a small stark white office and April handed some things from her purse to the man. He was scary, he was bigger than April and he had big hands and hairy arms, and a big moustache. He wore a button up shirt and slacks, and he looked like he might not have smiled in his entire life.

“It says here your Little is ten months, does she speak well?”

“Yes sir,” April nodded, “Kimmy is very well spoken.”

“I’d like to interview… Kimmy, is it? Is that okay?”

The way that April was squeezing me, I could tell that it was not okay, but she handed me over to the man, who started to carry me away. I panicked and the pacifier fell out of my mouth.

“MOMMY! I WANT MY MOMMY!” I screamed before I even realized what I was saying and I was reaching furiously for April.

“Shh,” the big man said as he carried me into a back room and shut the door. He set me in a high chair and buckled me in, but I didn’t get a tray. I was petrified at this point, I couldn’t move… “Kimmy,” the man sat down in a chair facing me, his face stony. “Does your mommy ever hit you?”

“No!”

“Is she ever mean to you? Does she make you feel bad?”

Suddenly I realized what was going on, those were the same questions Miss Michelle asked me. I stopped crying and sniffled.

“Is your mommy mean, Kimmy? You were very upset in the store, I want to know if you’re okay. You can talk to me, you’re safe.”

“My mommy is mean,” I said, my wheels turning… Miss Michelle didn’t believe me at first when I defended April.

“What does your mommy do that’s mean, Kimmy?”

“She’s mean all the time, are you going to punish her? She makes me eat yucky peas and she won’t let me eat ice cream for breakfast, and she wouldn’t buy the diapers I wanted! Just now in the store, she said I couldn’t have the pink paci because I already had 3! But I don’t like the ones at home, I wanted THAT ONE!”

The man groaned.

“Will you tell her she has to buy it for me? She has to! I want it!”

The man stuck my pacifier in my mouth and inflated it. I crossed my arms over my chest in “fury” and huffed while he carried me out of the room.

April was sobbing alone in the office when he dropped me a bit roughly in her lap.

“Ma’am, you need to learn how to discipline your Little. Kimmy here is possibly the most spoiled Little girl I’ve seen in my career, I legitimately thought you were hurting her from that tantrum. If you don’t learn better ways to tell her no and control her, she is going to get you both in a lot of trouble. The only reason you’re not already is because frankly,” he frowned at me, "I feel bad for you. Littles need firm love, you can’t give them everything they want or the end up like… " he gestured roughly at me and handed back April’s cards, “that.”

April blushed and sputtered, mumbled something and slipped out of his office. I hugged her tightly as she carried me rapidly to our cart. She buckled me into the carrier, removed it from the cart and hurried to the exit, sadly leaving the body-carrier I had asked for behind… but I wasn’t surprised. As soon as the carrier was snapped back into place safely in the back seat of the car, April wiped her face and looked at me in confusion.

“What in the world happened in there?” she asked as she removed the pacifier from my mouth.

“He thought you were hurting me… I asked a question at LittleGarden that made Miss Michelle think the same thing, they used the exact same words when they talked to me… Miss Michelle didn’t believe me when I said that you were wonderful and nice, so I told that man you were mean to me all the time because you wouldn’t buy me the things I wanted and made me eat things that I didn’t like. I figured if he thought I was just a brat, we could go.”

“You are a clever Little,” April stroked my cheek. I smiled at her. “You… you called me ‘mommy’. Was that part of your idea?”

“No,” I blushed, “I panicked, I thought he was going to take me away from you… I… I don’t want to be without you.”

“Oh Kimmy,” April was crying again, but happy tears this time, “I don’t want to be without you either.”

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Part 17

We pulled into the parking lot of the Target, April’s usual go-to shopping spot. We still needed to pick up a “Littlewarming” gift for Lisa. We had been out much longer than usual with the extra trip though, and I had an uncommon problem for us.

“Um, April?” I called quietly, "My diaper is really wet and I need to go again… "

April was a homebody, we didn’t leave the house all that often. I wasn’t even sure if we had spare diapers in the car.

“Can that diaper make it until we get home?”

“I’m not sure, it feels really squishy,” I pressed on my crotch and felt a little liquid seep out of the padding inside the diaper, “I don’t think so.”

“Well, that settles that - we’re definitely getting a diaper bag today. This is two incidents today where it would have saved us a lot of trouble.”

The pressure in my bladder was building and I hadn’t really tried to hold it in weeks now, I wasn’t even sure I could.

“They have a vending machine in the ladies’ room that sells diapers here, let’s go get you changed before you leak.”

“Okay… let’s hurry, I’m not good at holding it now.”

“Oh my, you weren’t kidding, you’re soaked,” April said as she picked me up out of the carrier and hurried towards the store, “I’m wishing I had you in a thicker diaper right now.”

“I like these,” I pouted, feeling uncertain. I’d never been changed in public before and I wasn’t terribly thrilled at the idea. A big benefit of April being a homebody was the privacy. We hurried into the store and went straight for the restroom, which was right at the front. There were a couple of other ladies in the restroom, one changing a very messy Little girl who was sobbing quietly around a pacifier. April walked to the vending machine… which was out of order.

“Oh no!” she huffed, “Today has just been the worst day!”

“What’s wrong?” a nice-looking Amazon “mommy” asked April. She was wearing a dark colored dress with a floral print, and she had a pretty beaded necklace on. She was washing her hands, standing next to a stroller with an unconscious Little boy in it. “Oh, the machine’s broken.”

"Yes, and Kimmy was so upset this morning that I walked out the door without the diaper bag and she’s positively soaked… "

"Um, mommy… " I said softly, as I felt my bladder release a trickle. I was losing this battle. "I’m peeing… "

“Here,” the woman said and handed April a diaper that looked much too big, “James is bigger than your Little. Put this one on over her soaked diaper before it leaks.”

“Thank you!” April took the big diaper from the nice lady and laid me down on an open changing table. I could feel the diaper squish underneath me on the hard changing table. April lifted my dress and slid the clean diaper underneath me… and taped the bigger clean diaper on right over the soaking one. I blushed heavily, the bulk of this double-diaper was thicker than the crawler diaper the LittleGarden had put me in and I felt ridiculous.

“You are a lifesaver,” April said to the lady, picking me back up. I finally lost the battle and felt myself flooding the over-saturated diaper I had on, and I felt it leak into the clean one. April sensed me getting upset and popped my pacifier between my lips, “I’m April and this is Kimmy. Can we buy you a cup of coffee in thanks?”

“I’d like that,” she said, “I’m Julie and this little guy is James.”

“He’s what, 18 months?”

“Good guess, 19. I have myself a handful. He will climb anything if you turn your back on him for an instant. He’s a good boy though, I’m happy to have him. Yours is what, 9 months?”

“Dis many,” I held out both my hands and showed my fingers. My legs were spread far apart by the double-diaper… I bet the extra padding would make me fit up front in a cart.

“Oh, well then,” Julie laughed, “didn’t mean to short you a month, you little silly. She’s a funny one, I bet she keeps you very busy.”

“Oh, she does,” April laughed along with her. The four of us went to the coffee shop that was built in to the front of the store, I was set in a highchair next to James’ stroller. Julie sat with us Littles while April went and ordered the coffee. The double diaper felt pretty uncomfortable in the simple highchair… it had no tray, it was just a tall wooden stool with a spot to thread my legs through I wasn’t about to complain though, it was better than leaking everywhere and getting my dress all yucky. Julie was staring very closely at my eyes… by the time April got back, it was starting to make me a little uncomfortable. The smell of the Amazon-strength coffee hit me as April delivered the two cups and sat down.

“Your Little is very cute, April. Her eyes are very bright, has she been fighting off the regression formula?”

“Oh, I don’t believe in giving Kimmy any regression formula,” April said. Her spine had gone completely straight.

“Really! She’s so cheerful, I figured for sure you had her regressed,” Julie laughed, completely oblivious to April’s discomfort, “I keep James on a heavy dose, it makes him so much more pleasant. If he misses two days in a row, it’s all complaining about needing to get back to his ‘business’. I guess I’m just old fashioned. I’m not as bad as my friends back home though, their customs wouldn’t even be welcome on this island.”

“Oh, you’re not from around here?” April asked, “Which island are you from? What brought you here to Albion?”

“My husband is a food scientist - we’re from Catalon originally. Your island spends so much on food research for Littles, figuring out what they like and what they don’t like… it’s my husband’s passion so here we are. On Catalon, the flavor of what you fed your Little didn’t matter, as long as they were healthy. It’s funny how different things can be from island to island!”

I was staying purposefully silent, I didn’t want this woman’s attention on me. April had stiffened visibly when she said ‘Catalon’, I figured I probably didn’t want to know. I just had to wait for April to get us out of this conversation.

“Your Little is so cute already, I bet she’d be absolutely adorable on a light dose!”

“Kimmy is cute because she is clever, I don’t want to dull that at all. I love her just the way she is.”

“Oh, of course you do honey - I just think you should keep an open mind.”

“I’ll give it some thought. Thank you very much for the save back in the ladies’ room - Kimmy and I are shopping for a Littlewarming present for a friend, we’d better get back to it. You have a great day!”

“Absolutely,” Julie smiled, not noticing April’s rapid retreat, “Thanks for the coffee, it was nice meeting you.”

“What a day,” April sighed, booping my nose where I sat in the carrier built in to the front of the cart. I smiled, I got to stare into April’s eyes as we shopped, it was pretty fantastic. A big puffy, pink and purple diaper bag was in the cart. April wasn’t really happy about that, but after the day she’d had… I knew she didn’t ever want a repeat. I felt guilty for causing a fuss in the other store, but she had said it wasn’t my fault.

We had decided on a pink unicorn sleepsack since Melanie liked being swaddled - it had internal sleeves that were sewn to the body. Once a Little was zipped up in this, they wouldn’t be able to move at all… and they’d look like their head was poking out of the neck of a cute pink unicorn! They’d be a Little-stuffed stuffie! The tail hid a zipper for a drop seat, so Lisa could change Melanie without pulling her out of the suit. It would have been a torture device if April had gotten it for me, but I just knew that Melanie would love it.

I had suggested we get Melanie a pack of the super fancy, extra-extra thick girly diapers. They were a soft pink, and they actually had butt ruffles and lace on the disposable diaper. Once again, I thought it was silly but I had a feeling that Melanie would absolutely love it. We also got her a little purple kitten stuffed toy, which I had named Duchess Fuzzbutt. Mellie would probably rename it, but that was definitely the name I was going to use when we gave it to her.

“Let’s get you home and into a fresh diaper, Kimmy - that doesn’t look comfortable.”

“It’s not,” I shrugged, “but I’m your Little and diapers are part of the deal.”

April looked at me quizzically - she didn’t look like she was sure how to feel about that one.

“I mean, I’m getting used to them. Even the thick ones. It’s not so bad… the best part is,” I smiled shyly, “how much you love me when you change me.”

April lit up at that, a big smile spread across her face. I hoped that a good end would erase some of the bad of the day.

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Part 18

I shifted uncomfortably in the car seat as I found myself wetting the double diaper again. Wetting a diaper wasn’t fun in the first place, feeling like I was leaking every time made it extra bad. I couldn’t wait for a fresh diaper… I shook my head at that thought. I was looking forward to this beautiful, giant woman to carry me into her house, lay me down, and put me in yet another diaper. But honestly… it sounded vastly superior to dragging myself out of bed to slam a coffee and sit on the subway to go to a job that was sucking my soul out.

My subway car of thought was interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing through the car speakers.

“Lisa!” April said to the car, “What’s going on?”

“So… remember how you said we needed to start going to more family friendly places? Let’s go out to dinner together for the first time in forever.”

“Oh that sounds really nice, Kimmy and I haven’t been out to eat in a long time. Is Melanie going to be okay though? She’s pretty sensitive.”

“Melanie is most comfortable when she can be quiet, her voice is the only thing that really gives anyone a clue. What she just can’t get through her Little head is that literally no Amazon cares. You never know when the pretty Little in a dress is a boy or not anyway! It’s all hangups from her old life, you know how it is.”

“Um, Lisa… you’re on speakerphone in the car.”

“What!? Um, hi Kimmy, I hope you’re having a great day! What do you think sounds good for dinner, sweetie? We should go someplace with a good dessert, I think.”

“I don’t know, Lisa… Is there a place that will let a Little eat sushi? I miss sushi.” I honestly wasn’t sure what she was covering. She thought I had some hangup from back home that was giving me trouble here? I couldn’t think of anything off hand.

“Sushi actually sounds really good,” April came back into the conversation, “I think that place on 23rd and 5th won’t have a problem with Kimmy and Melanie eating the sushi. Do you want to do that?”

“Sounds good, 6 PM?”

“Too close to Kimmy’s bedtime. You really want her to be in a sushi restaurant at 7?” April asked, I blushed. I still didn’t believe her that I melted down at 7 PM, but I’d been falling asleep before then lately so it wasn’t like I had evidence to support a refutation.

“I’ll be good,” I promised.

“Too risky, how’s 5 sound?”

“A little early for my tastes, but I understand. A tired Kimmy in an unfamiliar place is a recipe for disaster.”

“Hey! I’m not that bad,” I pouted.

“Nobody thinks you are, sweetie. We’re just playing it safe, that’s all. Nothing to be upset about.”

“Melanie is looking forward to seeing you again, Kimmy. We’ll see you two tonight!”

“Well, I guess we’ll be doing gift bags instead of wrapping these presents,” April said after the phone was hung up, “Unwrapping gifts in a restaurant is so awkward. I can’t wait to see the looks on their faces from these…”

Before April’s sentence was even finished, the phone was ringing again. She answered it with a button press on the steering wheel before the first ring even finished.

“What did you forget?” April asked.

“I forgot how beautiful your voice was, for one,” an unfamiliar, deeper female voice came from the car speakers.

“Gwen! Um, hi! I just hung up with my best friend, I thought you were her calling me back.”

“I had a really good time last week, April… I haven’t heard from you lately,” the new voice said in a smooth tone, “You seemed like you had a good time, too. How about a second date… say, tomorrow night?”

All of a sudden, my feelings were out of control. This was the person April went out with dressed so beautifully? They went on a date! This woman went out with my April! Did they kiss? Did April like this Gwen more than me? I felt like my world was spinning… I felt like I had to do something.

"I did have a good time, Gwen… things have just been really crazy this past week. You’re really sweet and you really do have great taste in… "

“I think my diaper is leaking,” I complained loudly, interrupting the conversation.

“Oh! Is that your Little?” I heard Gwen ask, the romance gone from her voice, “Hi there sweetie, oh you sound cute.”

“We’re almost home, Kimmy,” April assured me, “I’m sorry Gwen, I have to take care of Kimmy’s diaper the second we get to the house. Tomorrow sounds lovely, 8 PM, you pick the place.”

She was abandoning me! There was no way she was going to let me go with her that late in the evening, it wasn’t fair!

“Sounds good, see you soon, beautiful.”

The phone hung up, and we sat in an awkward silence for a moment… it didn’t last long, as we pulled into the driveway shortly thereafter and I found myself being picked up and carried inside.

Why did the idea of this Gwen lady bother me so much? If April liked her, she was probably pretty nice. April seemed to have a really good sense for people.

“Is Gwen pretty?” I heard myself ask.

“Oh Kimmy,” April hugged me tightly and sat down on the couch. I was painfully aware of the huge diaper around my waist as she looked into my eyes, “I love you, sweetie. Gwen isn’t going to take me away from you. She’s nice and we like spending time together. I hear that you’re feeling abandoned,” I felt tears well up in my eyes at those words, “but know that my love for you is as deep and endless as the night sky, and that nothing will ever change that.”

I fell forward into her arms and hugged her tightly. I think I loved April more than I had ever loved anyone in my life. And I don’t think I liked the idea of sharing her with anyone.

“Come on, cutie. Let’s get you in a fresh diaper, then let’s get the gifts prepared and go have a nice dinner.”

“Yes please!”

I was still happy over the fresh diaper even as I was being settled into the highchair at the restaurant. This place had full on highchairs with trays and everything, not just a tall wooden seat with a buckle, and almost every table had a groove set in the side for the highchair tray to slide into, so the Little was closer to the table. I couldn’t decide if it was to be friendlier to the Littles, or because so many Amazons in this area had a Little. Lisa was similarly settling Melanie into the highchair across the table from me. Seeing Melanie’s outfit made me really glad April had much tamer taste in clothing for me. Once again, Melanie’s outfit made it abundantly clear that she was in a very thick diaper. She was wearing a baby pink bibbed romper with a big white bunny on the front, in the spot where most shortalls had a pocket. Melanie’s diaper was as thick or thicker than the nighttime ones I wore, and it looked like she was probably wet already. She had a huge bow on her head that made her look even smaller, and she had a pink paci… not the blue one that she had the last time I saw her. She looked incredibly embarrassed… but I knew that’s because she was afraid of people knowing she enjoyed it, not because she didn’t want to wear the outfit. It was funny how we could have similar reactions for entirely opposite reasons. I smiled down at my blue dress… Melanie might be bigger and thus “older” than me, but she definitely looked more babyish.

I waved vigorously at Melanie. I was determined to have a good time out, and generally the best way to do that was to embrace my Little position. Melanie smiled shyly and offered a small wave in return. April and Lisa hugged each other and sat down at the table.

“This is nice,” Lisa said, setting an empty bottle at Melanie’s spot. She unscrewed the top and set the nipple down next to the bottle. April did the same for me.

“Yes, it’s nice that we have such well behaved Littles that we can enjoy a nice meal out like this,” April smiled. She stroked my cheek and opened the Littles’ Menu in front of me and handed me a crayon. The picture inside the menu was an intricate plate of sushi, it actually looked challening to color. This would be fun. I started in on coloring, ignoring the world around me.

“Oh my, what adorable Littles you have! Oh… those grey eyes… Whoops we found a shy one!” I was broken from my reverie too soon by the cooing waitress. I also felt strangely jealous that she was fawning over Melanie and not me, but Melanie certainly looked more like a traditional Little than I did. It was stupid of me to want it both ways. Melanie was hiding her face in her hands, which only made the Amazons chuckle at her display. “Well ladies, what can I get you to drink tonight?”

“Coffee for me, natural apple juice for my Little,” April was first to answer. She placed her one hand over both of mine as she said ‘my Little’.

“Grapefruit soda for me and spring water for mine,” Lisa followed.

“I’ll get those right away, would you like any appetizers to start? Fries and ketchup for the Littles?”

I was honestly offended at the insinuation - I loved sushi! I started to open my mouth to reply, but quickly found a pacifier was stuffed in it. Damn, April knew me well.

“Edamame and an order of gyoza please,” April smiled, not skipping a beat, “The Littles will actually be enjoying some of your wonderful sushi as well, we’ll be feeding them from our plates.”

I watched the waitress closely for her reaction - she was completely unfazed!

“Of course, here’s the sushi menu, select what you’d like and I’ll return with your drinks.”

“Oh, before we get too far into the meal, you have to open your presents!” April said after the waitress had left, revealing the Littlewarming gift bags we brought with us. “Happy Littlewarming.”

“Oh April, you’re such a sweetie. Mellie, let’s see what Auntie April got you… oh my, look at this pony blanket, I bet you’ll love to cuddle with this!” She handed the sleepsack to Melanie who hugged it tightly.

“It’s a sleeping bag,” I said, pulling the pacifier out of my mouth, “If you put Mellie in that, she won’t be able to move at all!”

Melanie’s eyes went wide and she froze… I felt guilty for a moment, until Lisa started to laugh.

“Well that got her attention. I know where she’s sleeping tonight. Let’s see… oh my, Mellie look at these,” Lisa said as she pulled out the pack of ruffle diapers, “I don’t think you’ll be able to walk in these, even if they aren’t crawler diapers. Your ruffled butt will just have to stick up in the air.”

Melanie turned BRIGHT red and she hid her face in the pink pony sleepsack.

“You two are absolutely spoiling Melanie. We should save these diapers as a treat, I think. Oh, and what’s this? Oh look, I bet Kimmy got you this, look at this purple kitten doll.” Lisa slowly extracted Melanie from her hiding place and handed her the toy.

“Her name is Duchess Fuzzbutt!” I proclaimed, and found my pacifier in my mouth once again.

“Shhh,” April shushed me, “We are in a restaurant and you are being entirely too loud. Happy Littlewarming, Lisa. I hope you and Melanie enjoy the gifts.”

“Oh, I’m sure we will. Thank you so much, you’re so thoughtful, April.”

The waitress came back with glasses for the Amazons and small glasses for us Littles, which she poured into the bottles. I was hoping for a sippy cup, but it certainly wasn’t worth kicking up a fuss over.

“I’ll take this,” the waitress said, “and put it in, and I’ll be right back with your appetizers.”

I was disappointed to find out that none of the appetizers would be shared with us. The edamame was deemed a “choking hazard” and the gyoza was too hot. I couldn’t help but wonder if they just didn’t want to share, the dumplings looked amazing… I consoled myself by returning to my drawing. This was going to be the prettiest menu ever colored here. When the rolls finally came, they looked and smelled amazing! There was just one small problem that I saw. Each piece of the roll was the size of a hamburger. I was going to have to take so many bites to eat just one piece, I wouldn’t be able to get the mixture of flavors the way it was intended to be enjoyed! April gave me one lonely piece from one of her rolls. I removed my pacifier and called out in a purposefully loud “whisper” across the table.

“Melanie! Melanie!” I called, “I didn’t think about the fact that the sushi would be Amazon-sized!”

“You should see if you can eat it in one bite like you’re supposed to!” Melanie called back, laughing.

I picked the giant piece of sushi up with both hands and mimed that I was going to stuff the whole thing in my mouth at once, but my fun was interrupted.

“Can you believe those two? Letting their Littles eat sushi? This island is so backwards,” we all overheard a loud comment from a nearby table, “Back home, those two would be wearing auto-feeders and they wouldn’t be making a sound. Littles should be seen and not heard.”

I felt a wave of shame wash over me and I looked downward. I was embarrassing April with my antics, I felt awful. I saw Lisa get up, she must have been too embarrassed and had to leave…

“Listen here,” I heard Lisa’s voice from off to my right side, “First off, nobody is making you stay on Albion. Second, my little girl is a PERSON, not a toy, not a pet. She has thoughts and feelings and even though she’ll always be Little, those thoughts and feelings mean just as much as mine, and probably more than yours. I’m not sorry my baby and her friend are having fun and disturbing your meal because you can’t stand to see a Little do anything but cry. Maybe if you talked to one for ten minutes instead of shutting them up, you’d see that they are people just like you or I, just with different needs.”

“You rotten-” the woman’s reply was cut short by the sound of applause from several tables. Few brave Littles had joined in the clapping, but it was very clear that the majority of the restaurant was not with the mean woman. “This island is ridiculous,” the woman stood, hissing, “Littles aren’t people, they’re perpetual babies. They couldn’t survive alone, they don’t have ambitions beyond their next bottle!” The woman snagged her purse, “We’re leaving, Harriet. Come on.”

I was reeling from the sheer emotion of the exchange, from both Lisa and this awful woman. As they stormed out, Lisa came back to sit down at our table. I wasn’t sure how to feel, my emotions were a whirl. I was flattered that Lisa defended us, I was shocked at the confrontation, I was scared on her behalf, I was terribly embarrassed at causing the whole thing. I couldn’t hold on to any one feeling, and before I knew it… I was crying. April pulled me out of the highchair and cuddled me close to her chest, making a gentle “shhh” sound. After I lost it, Melanie wasn’t far behind and at that we started packing up.

Lisa asked for the check since Melanie wasn’t sobbing nearly as loudly as I was. April picked me up and carried me out. As we headed for the car, I overheard.

“No ma’am, there’s no mistake. Another guest has already covered your meal.”

“Wow Lisa,” I could hear April talking from outside the car, the sunroof was still open, “You sure have some strong opinions on people looking down on Littles.” Her voice was teasing.

“Oh shut up, I didn’t know any better until I had one of my own,” Lisa’s voice had laughter in it, “I don’t see how anyone who actually likes their Little could see them as just a thing. Melanie is so sweet and so shy, she thinks about everyone before herself. Of course she’s more than a toy.”

“You have no idea how happy you make me, bestie,” April laughed, “Speaking of which… Gwen asked for a second date tomorrow. Last time was a movie and dinner, she has great taste in restaurants by the way, I’m not entirely sure what’s on the agenda this time. Would you be willing to do me a huge favor?”

“I can’t come over and babysit Kimmy this time, April…”

“Not quite what I had in mind. Can Kimmy come have a sleepover with Melanie at your place?”

“Oh that sounds adorable. Of course!”

“You’re a peach, Lisa - I don’t care what anybody says about you. Sorry tonight didn’t go as smoothly as planned, let’s pick a more Little-themed place next time?”

“Sounds good. I need to get Mellie home, my boobs hurt. See you tomorrow!”

[HR][/HR]

Part 19

“I’ll be right back, I have to get the leftovers out of the trunk,” April said as she set me down on my feet just inside the door. “Find something to play with, I won’t be a moment.”

I nodded as she turned and went back out the front door. I saw Harry’s tail poking out from around the corner of the kitchen doorway. I walked over, as best I could with a pretty wet diaper, and picked him up… when I spotted the package of cookies on the countertop. I was so hungry and they were right there… April wouldn’t mind if I just took one. I’d been good, I deserved a cookie. I didn’t even get a single edamame at dinner, after all. I pushed a kitchen chair over to the counter and struggled to pull myself up. Standing on the chair, I could see the countertop easily and I pulled a cookie from the package.

“Oh… oh, these are so good,” I said to myself aloud as I crunched. The cookie was gone too quickly… they tasted heavenly, just simply amazing, and on an empty stomach it was possibly the best tasting thing I had ever had ever. April wouldn’t mind if I had one or two more…

“Ugh, I dropped my keys under the car seat and it took forever to find them, sorry swee… KIMMY!” April turned the corner and caught me with my mouth full of my tenth cookie. After that third one, I just couldn’t stop… they were so good.

“I… um… I was only going to have one, but I was hungry! It’s not my fault!”

“Kimberly. Morris. You just ate almost an entire package of cookies instead of dinner, half an hour before your bedtime. I… you know what?” April was really mad. I sat down on the chair, my ankles barely hanging over the giant seat.

“I’m sorry,” I said, looking down.

“You have no idea how sorry you’re going to be,” her voice sounded sad. I looked up in terror… that didn’t sound like April! What was she going to do? Oh, why did those cookies have to be so good?!

“You, Kimberly Morris, don’t know what’s good for you,” she said flatly as she carried me into the nursery, “Tonight is not going to be fun. You’re going to end up going to bed late and you’re going to make my night very hard. I am not happy about this.”

“I didn’t mea-”, I was cut off by the pacifier, she pumped it and I was silenced. She stripped me of my clothing and was about to slip a tattletale diaper under me when I sat up on the changing table. I made a pleading gesture with my hands and whined.

“Your regular diapers aren’t going to be able to hold what those cookies are going to do to you, Kimmy. Those are a sometimes treat because if you eat too many, it will wreak havoc on your digestion. You just signed yourself up for a very unpleasant night, sweetie. I’m hoping that tonight will serve as a good lesson for you, I won’t even have to punish you - you punished yourself.”

I relaxed a bit at this, she laid me back down and continued.

“You are a Little, no matter what you think, you don’t know what’s best for you. You are constantly getting yourself into these awful situations because you make decisions as if you understood everything that was going on. When you find yourself in a situation like this… an open package of cookies in the kitchen, no mommy around… ask yourself, ‘Would mommy let me do this?’ If the answer is no, you shouldn’t be doing it. Do I make up arbitrary rules to make you miserable?”

I shook my head no as tears welled up in my eyes from the lecture. She taped the awful tattletale diaper around my waist and sat me up.

“You also need to ask yourself, ‘What would a good Little do here?’ I think we both know a good Little wouldn’t sneak a cookie, don’t we.”

I nodded as she held me close.

“Kimmy, I really wish you hadn’t done this to yourself. Tonight is not going to be pleasant. Let’s go watch some TV until this is done. I expect you to work hard to control your emotions, your bedtime is looming and we both know you get erratic when it gets late.”

I mimed, “Cold!” as she started to lift me from the table. I didn’t want to spend the evening in just this awful diaper.

“No, Kimmy - we’re not running any risks, you don’t get a shirt tonight.”

April moved the coffee table out of the way and sat me down on the floor in front of the couch where it had been.

I hated those chocolate cookies now with every fiber of my being. The pain had been staggering, and by the time I was done the tattletale diaper had me completely lifted off the ground, just my heels reached the floor. I had to sit in that, sobbing until April was sure my tummy was done. It was 8:30 by the time the bath was done, and I was a crying wreck.

“My poor sweetie, I’m so sorry this happened to you. You’re all clean, it’s over, everything’s okay.”

“Everything’s not okay!” I screamed at April, “That was awful! Why would anyone make a food that would do that to someone! Why would anyone make those awful diapers? I couldn’t move, I was trapped in it, it was awful! Amazons are awful!”

April just hugged me tightly and rocked me while I screamed my rage at the world. When it was done I was beyond exhausted and I realized she was humming softly as she held me. I sniffled as she carried me to the nursery and she dressed me in a nighttime diaper and a soft pair of white footed PJs… no mittens, no back zipper, just a simple outfit.

“Today was one heck of a day, wasn’t it, my little Kimmy?” I lay limp as she settled me down in the crib and tucked me in, laying Harry Otter at my side and stroking my cheek. I knew I should feel awful for what I said, but I didn’t, and now I was laying in a crib, in a diaper. “You were very clever today in the store. I’m sorry you had such a hard time. I hear that things feel unfair, and it’s okay to be angry. I want you to know that I love you with all my heart, no matter how you feel. I will always love you, Kimberly.”

She stroked my back gently… I was so exhausted from the day that I dropped off to the sound of her soothing tones.

[HR][/HR]

Part 20

I awoke in the crib, my nighttime diaper was already soaked.

“Oh no, not that too!” Today was off to an awful start. I tried to empty my bladder, just in case since I’d be getting a morning change anyway… but nothing came. I really did have a nighttime accident.

“Oh Kimmy,” April sighed, walking in, “I was hoping you’d feel better after a good night’s sleep. I really want to try and have a good day today, sweetie.”

“I had an accident,” I explained, but it came out more like a whine.

“Of course you did, sweetie - I change you every morning.”

"No… April, I mean I had a real accident. I didn’t wet the diaper on purpose, I woke up wet… " I refused to cry this early in the day. I spent entirely too much time crying or letting my emotions run away with me.

“Oh sweetie,” April said in a pitying tone as she lifted me up and held me close, “My poor Kimmy, that must be very upsetting for you. I am so sorry, Kimmy. It’s okay, I’m here for you.”

I felt April’s arms wrap around me and I closed my eyes. I could feel sadness welling up inside me, but I felt like I could handle it from where I was. April understood me. She wasn’t dismissing my feelings, she wasn’t minimizing them, she was just comforting me. I felt so loved in her arms, I wished I could stay right here forever.

“I love you,” I said softly, my emotions under control again. I was sad… but it seemed inevitable. I was going to have an accident eventually… Melanie was even untraining herself completely. I wasn’t going to see a toilet as long as I was here, this was not the worst thing ever. I sighed and soaked in April’s warmth.

“I love you too, my darling,” she gave me a final squeeze before laying me down for the morning change. “How about we make things easy with just a PJ day today?” she asked rhetorically, I didn’t pick my clothes after all… I didn’t know what the plans were for the day, I didn’t know the weather… I… I couldn’t make the best choice. But I could trust April to make the best choice for me. I got the expected daytime diaper, and she dressed me in footie PJs that made me look like a sloth… complete with mittens that I could pull on and off on my own and a little tail. It was baggy, you couldn’t even tell I had on a diaper underneath. I mean… it was very childish, I looked every bit like a Little… but it wasn’t showing off my diaper to the world. April was pretty good about making sure my undergarments were hidden, for which I was very thankful. She carried me over and stood me in front of the floor-length mirror in the hall.

“I’m a sloth!” I raised my arms in victory and danced around. April laughed and clapped.

“You are the cutest sloth ever,” she said, “Now, make your best sloth sound for me! What does a sloth say?”

I opened my mouth… and paused. She tricked me!

“Hey!” I said with mock indignation. April laughed and scooped me up, tossing me into the air and catching me once before snuggling me close.

“There’s my Kimmy,” she rubbed her nose against mine while holding me aloft. I giggled at the feeling… I felt weightless and loved. I was flying and perfectly safe… April would never let anything happen to me. “You need to pick out what toys you want to take over to Melanie’s house tonight. I’m going to be dropping you off after lunch, Lisa said she had a surprise dinner for you… she promised you’d like it, so it’s not baby food. I’ll pick you up in the morning. I think we’ll spend the morning playing music, after your overnight bag is packed. How does that sound?”

“Wonderful,” I said with a smile. I grabbed my activity book… I’d still only done one page in it, and it wasn’t even quite done yet. And Harry Otter, I couldn’t go without him. And my box of crayons. I set them on the coffee table and looked around. The brain toys were still in the playpen, but those were a solo activity… I wandered into the nursery and looked around for something that would be fun for both Melanie and me, and settled on an electronic toy that looked similar to a memory game back home. I carried that over to where I had set the book, the crayons, and Harry.

“April!” I called, not seeing her, “Can we give some tattletale diapers to Melanie? I think she’d like them. Can I take my ukulele?”

“Oh, that’s a good idea sweetie - we’ll give her a few since you’re probably never going to go through that whole pack. Lisa will think it’s funny and I bet Melanie will like it too. No, sweetie - you can’t take your ukulele, it should stay here. We’d hate for something to happen to it.”

April came up behind me and packed my choices into the puffy pink and purple diaper bag.

“Let’s get some breakfast and have some fun,” she smiled as she scooped me up, tickling me as she carried me all the way to the kitchen. I squealed helplessly and kicked my feet, laughing and loving every minute of it.

Since I was going to be at Lisa’s overnight and April wasn’t going to move the carseat, I got a rare treat - I was going to get to walk to the door, just like Melanie got to walk to our door! I had my white velcro shoes on with my cute cute sloth PJs, and I felt a little giggly. This was going to be fun. I held on tightly to April’s hand, I had to reach very high to make it comfortable for her to walk with me, but it was either me wrench my shoulder a bit, or her hunch over. Walking hand in hand wasn’t practical after all, that was minorly disappointing. I had a momentary daydream of April and I, the same size, walking hand in hand through a park at sunset. It made me smile. Walking to the stairs proved difficult. Walking UP the stairs was Herculean. With each stair, I had to pull hard against April’s grip and hoist myself up, every stair felt like it was about half my height. And solid concrete is too rough on the skin, I can’t crawl up it. After what feels like a very long workout, we arrive at the front door to the apartment building. I’m a little short of breath, I haven’t been in the habit of exercising lately.

“Whew,” I panted, “We made it.” April glanced back to the parking lot, she got a really good spot, we were right next to the building. For her this was maybe 30 paces.

“You did great, sweetie!” April says encouragingly, “I knew you could do it!”

“Yay!” I raise my hands in victory, “Let’s go see Lisa!”

“Okay, we just have to go up to the third floor where her apartment is.”

"Third… " I looked back at the half-flight of stairs I had worked so hard to scale to get to the entrance of the building. The thought of doing that six times over was staggering. I looked up into April’s encouraging eyes, “Will you carry me please?”

“Of course I will, sweetie - any time you want,” and within moments I was in her arms and we were climbing the second flight of stairs like it was nothing.

April didn’t keep me from walking out of a sense of control or a desire to deny me my freedom, she would happily let me walk anywhere it was safe, regardless of how long it took me to get from Point A to Point B… she carried me everywhere because she loved me and didn’t want to see me struggle. This world really wasn’t built for people my size… and I needed to let April love me, and help me. I snuggled into her arms and felt the rhythm of her gait. This was the best place in the world… right in these arms.

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Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 11-15 (Updated 6/25)

About 11-15:

OK, I agree with WBDaddy b/c I was expecting something like that the minute the video was introduced. I mean, there was absolute evidence of what happened? I expected April to watch it and see that, yes, Kimmy had thrown a tantrum, but that it had been provoked. Instead, you introduced this out-of-left-field element of Kimmy trying to bite Michelle? Huh? And I really don’t understand April’s reaction: she has already seen others exaggerating their reactions to Kimmy’s actions, yet she doesn’t choose the simple expedient of ASKING her Little for an explanation? I mean I understand she’s very concerned about what might happen to Kimmy, but still…

I like the Melanie subplot. Here is a Little who really enjoys being a Little. She’s TG and most likely AB as well, though that’s unimportant; the important thing is that her behavior instantly becomes a kind of role model for Kimmy, who has been trying to figure things out, to follow. I mean she doesn’t need to go whole-hog swaddled baby, but the fact that Melanie so easily accepts things says something to her, and added to that is the fact that she has already realized that her so-called “adult” life wasn’t all that anyway…

I’ve been wondering when the element of breastfeeding would be added to this story; looks like it’s now. I’m not a fetishist or anything, but it does seem de rigeur for these pieces. And I really enjoyed the was babysofia used the notion: as a means of both cementing bonding between Little and “Mommy” and aiding the Little in gaining acceptance of her situation. Not that you need to use it that way: one story’s elements do not need to become instant canon across an entire subgenre. OTOH, I’m sure I don’t stand alone in hoping that stories like the ones you two are writing might begin a major shift for this particular subgenre away from its AB sub-dom torture-porn origins. That would be welcome, and is why both of these stories are such breaths of fresh air.

And lastly, donbiki, why so judgmental? You’re writing about this story and you need to make a gratuitous dig at Avatar? I mean you may not like the movie, but there is probably a reason it’s the highest grossing film ever: lots of people did​. :wink:

Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 11-15 (Updated 6/25)

[QUOTE=bbykimmy;69659]It’s not that it went unnoticed, it’s that an act of aggression such as purposeful biting by a Little to an Amazon in inexcusable in that setting and would lead to big repercussions, so it’s not that they didn’t see the escalation, it’s that Kimmy was attacking Miss Michelle, who hadn’t really done anything wrong. She corrected a speech pattern and burped a little, seemingly minor things to an Amazon. To them, it really did seem like Kimmy flipped out at being called a ‘crybaby’ and attacked her caregiver.

Does that make sense? If I’m understanding that your concern is that her reaction wasn’t better understood or accounted for in the near-biting incident.[/QUOTE]

Except that, according to the original narrative, it never happened.

“I. Am. Not,” I struggled in Miss Michelle’s arms as I sobbed. I wanted to get away and show them that I wasn’t a crybaby, I wasn’t!

“Kimmy,” Miss Michelle said with a warning tone as she worked to hold me tighter, “Kimmy sweetie, calm down. Everything’s okay, you’re okay.”

“No!” I sobbed uncontrollably, “I’m not a crybaby, I’m not!”

“Oh dear,” Miss Michelle rushed me over to the cribs as other Littles started getting upset. The other Amazons were scrambling a bit to keep the peace… they turned on a big TV and sat all the Littles down in front of it while Miss Michelle dealt with me.

In my struggling, I didn’t even realize what Miss Michelle was doing until I felt myself being rolled over and I realized I couldn’t move.

“No! No swaddle!” I screamed for all I was worth but the instant I was in Miss Michelle’s arms and she rocked me… I was out.

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Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 11-15 (Updated 6/25)

Ah, but the story is written from the first person perspective. Kimmy was completely out of control, her emotional control is lessened in this dimension (obviously she didn’t melt down every day at bedtime in her own world) - and while she didn’t intend to assault the caregiver, the fact is that the video shows that in the throes of her emotional explosion, she did.

Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 11-15 (Updated 6/25)

April was troubled by Michelle’s reactions and honestly didn’t think to consult Kimmy directly… for all of April’s wonderful emotional maturity, she does still see Kimmy as an inferior.

In all honesty, after writing those first couple of parts, this whole story became about Melanie in my mind. I wanted to have a willing subject in the Dimension, but there was no way to do that without the entire story feeling like a fluff piece: “Once upon a time there was a transwoman who was ABDL and she came to the Dimension and lived happily ever after.” As satisfying as that might have been personally, it wouldn’t be interesting to read. Melanie is my favorite character in this story, and we’re coming up to my favorite part… the one scene that I had planned out way back at Part 4 but needed time to pass before it happened, which spawned the rest of the story.

This story has been completed already - I appreciate the feedback and discussion, but I won’t be making any changes to this story… it completed somewhere around the time of Sofia posting Chapter 11 or 12 of her story, I believe. As for the major shift… thanks! Sofia definitely inspired me, and as soon as I finished this story, I started in on another one, which is currently at 59k words and I’ll start posting what I have after I finish sharing all of my first story (which clocked in at 96k).

I forgot to address this… I never actually saw the film! I don’t get out much.

Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 11-15 (Updated 6/25)

Avatar is a scifi version of Dances with Wolves, or The Last Samurai. They’re all stories where the protagonist is thrown into foreign land, and the native peoples seem at first nasty and barbaric. After living among them, the protagonist learns that the native culture is actually far superior to his own. I included the quote mainly to shame fans of the movie (like kerry) but also because I thought your story formed an interesting parallel!

Seriously though, if you’d written a mineral named Unobtainium into your story, my critique might’ve been a little different… :slight_smile:

Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 16-20 (Updated 6/26)

I assume you’re familiar with the theory that there are seven basic plots in the world? If not, I’d recommend reading up on that before getting hung up on the fact that a story seems similar to another story. Also, why did you feel a need to shame fans of Avatar? OK, so the movie didn’t break new ground when it came to storytelling. It was still an entertaining movie. Do you feel that a movie needs to be incredibly profound for it to have any value?

Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 16-20 (Updated 6/26)

Let’s not fight, friends :frowning:

Re: Making the Best of It - Diaper Dimension - Parts 16-20 (Updated 6/26)

Oh boy. :smiley:

So there are times in life where I say to myself, “I don’t need a sarcasm tag for that, right? Of course I don’t need a sarcasm tag for that. That’s obviously sarcasm.” Well, I guess I needed a sarcasm tag…

I enjoy Dances-with-Wolves-esque stories quite a lot. I don’t like Avatar because of certain dialogue and plotting issues, but hey, that’s just me. In the previous post, I was using some cheeky humor to smooth over any sense I was attacking fans of Avatar. I can see how, if you didn’t catch the sarcasm, it would feel like the reverse. Far be it from me to scorn anyone for movies they liked. And I definitely don’t dislike Avatar because it’s “not profound” or “generic”; I dislike it because I feel it’s poorly written, preventing me from enjoying the story.

This is all just a humorous sidebar to the general point that I think Making the Best of It has a very entertaining DwD/TLS/Pocahantas/Avatar-type element. This topic seems to be hijacking bbykimmy’s story thread, so let’s leave it at that.