Agent: Dark (A Diaper Dimension Story) ~ Chapter 14 posted on 08/17/2023

Hello guys, it’s me. I’ve decided to post a story that I doubt any of you has ever seen before! This is a Diaper Dimension Story with a little bit of world-building added into it, I’m not sure how much yet, but it’s not LotR level, no one could out-Tolkien J.R.R. Tolkien. The purpose of writing this story is to go where none have before, the main character isn’t nearly as helpless against the Amazon’s…techniques…as the vast majority of her kind are, and furthermore, she has a mission, and the body to carry it out. This tale will explore the consequences the Amazon’s frequent kidnappings, and also why nothing’s changed for so long. Canonically, this tale takes place 130 years and a couple of decades after the vast majority of Diaper Dimension stories. So without further ado, let’s get down to it! My first story in years.


It was a starlit night on the beach, this particular beach was so isolated, even the closest settlements are so far away that there was no light pollution, turning the sky into the star-studded blue of the pre-industrial era. The wind blew on the palm trees as the waves washed up on the beach, lapping at the sand like the tongue of a dog whose thirst will never be quenched.

But just because this island, and the twenty closest to it was uninhabited on paper, didn’t mean that nobody had business there. Some distance off the shore, a light began to shine, a foglight from a distant boat, the light turned off and on again, again, and again. The light wasn’t flickering or malfunctioning, someone on that ship was flipping the switch with his bare and calloused hands.

Then, half a minute after the blinking had ceased, on the shore, behind the tree line, another light shone in answer, blinking in morse code:

Your password is accepted. Come ashore, true friends.

The crew of the boat collectively sighed in relief, before making for the distant shore.

The motor stopped, the boat had reached close enough to the shore that the momentum of the vessel caused it to beach itself on the sands. Then the occupants of the ship got out, their heavy feet making landfall, but when they made contact with the ground, their steps were surprisingly light. The captain of the boat, an old man with grey hair, the strongest of the entire group, reached his arms forward, and one by one, helped the smallest passengers off the ship.

They were small, as a matter of fact they were only a third of his kind’s height, and as for him, they didn’t even reach up to his knees. They were Lietti, those across the sea, where the boat that carried them came from, call these people ‘Littles’.

They looked up in amazement at the stars, blinking in wonder, they were quiet, so silent they were hearing their own heartbeats. This was the first time in years some of them had even seen the sky, and among their number there were those who had been mutilated, whether their ability to talk was taken away, or they had surgeries to change their gender, unable to stand, or even look like actual babies. Half of the Lieti had been put in wheelchairs, a few were wearing helmets that soothed their minds, broken after extensive Amazon conditioning.

The silence lasted only a few seconds.

“It’s true,” the red-haired man in a wheelchair whispered in wonder as tears streaked down his face. "I remember these constellations, you kept your word, we’re back! We’re home!"

“But how do we know we’re actually being returned?!” One blond 24-year-old girl said venomously, her eyes were so wide that it was obvious she was insane, and not the kind you could fake either. “these abominations more than likely put us here to kill us all! Amazons never do anything good for us!”

“Don’t take my word for it,” The old man said solemnly. “You can ask the welcoming party yourself.”

The crowd turned to face inland, only now realizing that there was a crowd walking up to them, their footsteps utterly silent.

"Oh my God…it’s them!" The Redhead whispered in amazement.

“Welcome back,” the leader of the group said in a voice muffled by his mask. They were all dressed in black, and not a single bit of skin was showing. They all carried guns, assault rifles, rocket launchers, and other weapons used, and manufactured exclusively on the island of Liet.

“You have been away from home for a long, long time, you have suffered countless indignities and been at the mercy of iniquity, your suffering will not end tonight, it might never end at all, but as of now, you at last finally have escape, with which you can use to achieve freedom.”

The group’s leader continued. “I am GIDEON. And on my word, you’ll finally be able to return home and live free from the scourges your former masters forced on you. But before we send you back home, we must examine you.”

The leader took out a small electronic pad, he clicked it and a bright light turned on.

The crew of the boat then turned to the passengers they were ferrying.

“Please line up,” the leader said. “Nobody is here to hurt you.”

After a brief struggle (and a violent one from the girl who cracked), the littles were all lined up. The leader of the gang walked forward and put his Hand Pod to the faces of the ‘trafficked’ Littles. For most of them when he put the brutally thick device close to their heads the screen flashed yellow, before they were guided, carried, or taken deeper into the woods, then when he got to the fourth in line, a young man wearing a therapeutic helmet, the phone’s light flashed green.

GIDEON sighed after the green light disappeared from the screen, he was glad this individual was being returned, but he wished he was in better condition.

“Simon Cave, it’s time for you to go home,” the leader said sadly in a quiet voice. He waved his hand, and a pair from the group rushed over and grabbed him, when they did The leader continued scanning the rescues. Simon Cave was carried gently into the treeline, blissfully unaware of what was going on around him. For every wearer of a Therapy Helmet, the Lietti on the shore gave the boat’s crew another one.

Later, GIDEON found another one who’s light flashed green, the crazy girl who was practically boiling with rage.

“Nicole Scarborough?” GIDEON said emotionlessly, in response, two more men in black rushed over to escort her. He was deeply surprised, afterall, the individual before him had been a captive for decades.

She laughed, “Nicole…? Who on Earth is Nicole? Sounds made up.”

Her laughter then died down all of a sudden.

“Nicole Scarborough? …That’s my name?” She said thoughtfully.

“What happened to you?”

“You don’t wanna know,” she said faintly before being taken away. “You don’t wanna know…you don’t wanna know…you don’t wanna know…” she repeated in a hollow and terrified voice as she was escorted away.

It didn’t take long to scan all of the rescues, at that point the rest of the Littles were all guided past the treeline where their passage to the rehab center awaited.

“Only three,” GIDEON put his palm on his mask. “Among the hundred, only three were extracted from the Supercontinent this year.”

“We’ll find the others,” The Captain reassured his compatriot. “They’re not dead. We just have to look a little harder.”

“They might as well be,” the leader said, his voice remaining smooth and collected. “The Crisis is still happening! At the current rate it’s going, we might not be able to operate on the Supercontinent at all within a few years. We can’t protect anything beyond Liet’s waters for much longer, no matter how many days everyone works without any sleep.”

GIDEON simply shook his head, his body movements, posture, and voice suddenly transforming into that of a tired and feeble old man. "please tell me you have some good news."

“Gideon,” the Captain said, the leader turned in response to his code name. “I found an opening in Albion.”

Everyone went silent, even more so than before. Everyone knew this day was coming, they did not know when, many believed that it wouldn’t happen in their own lifetimes, but a select group prepared constantly. For a good portion of the David Task Force, membership is hereditary, they were in the group for their whole lives, as their parents before them, and their parents before them, and so will all of their children be born into it and raised to take their parent’s place. The David Task force was founded 130 years ago in the aftermath of the incredibly brief Lietti Civil War, after the old puppet government was removed, the Lietti made it look like the war was a rebellion that had been immediately crushed in order to keep the Amazons away from their land, it worked.


“The president of Albion’s daughter, her birthday is coming up, and he’s ordering a Little be shipped straight to his home as a present, the package is due to arrive two weeks from today.”

The crowd began to mutter among themselves, they all knew what this meant.

“…What does this person look like?” GIDEON asked the captain, the crew staying out of the way in the background.

The old man smiled, his chapped lips threatening to break open as he showed a picture on his Hand Radio.

“Female, black hair, brown eyes, thin as a rail, pale as snow, a tame personality, is a teenager big for her age, her name is Delila.”

GIDEON smiled underneath his mask, his exhausted eyes lit up and filled with a fire they hadn’t known for decades.

“DARK,” GIDEON called back to the crowd, and noticed the figure he called out to was already approaching, soundlessly walking on the sand.

“I live to serve,” the agent proudly responded as she approached GIDEON.

“Are you prepared to undertake this mission? All of our kind, in Liet and beyond depend on you.”

“I’ve been ready my entire life,” Agent DARK said, her voice altered by her mask. “I would’ve waited forever. I will stop the Critical Point”

“Few are prepared to face The Supercontinent,” GIDEON said. “Keep in mind, should you fail to retrieve The Game Changer, your fate will be far more grievous than anything ever inflicted upon our kind.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said immediately after GIDEON’s warning as the wind began to blow harder. “I won’t back out.”

DARK felt fear twist her insides ever so slightly underneath her eagerness to go on the mission. She had made her peace that if she was going to do this, she would have to go to the bathroom in diapers and suckle baby bottles and pacifiers for a long time, possibly the rest of her life. But no matter what she felt, no matter how conflicted she is, her mind had been made up long ago.

“…Very well,” GIDEON nodded. “DRAPE and ORICHALCUM will accompany you on your mission, as well as another agent who will not be named. The former is already on site.”

Delila nodded and walked toward the boat, and the Amazons began to get back in. The Captain put his hands on the ground palms up, Delila stepped on them, and she was lifted on to the boat.

“Thank you,” she said.

“No problem,” The Captain replied before getting back on the boat.

All of the occupants of the vessel were hanging on except Delila, then they felt the boat lurch violently as it was pulled back into the sea. What was behind the force pulling their boat back to the sea was a mechanical tentacle that was placed underwater on the beach they landed at. If their ship didn’t identify as an allied vessel then that tentacle would have penetrated the vessel’s hull, bursting out from the deck, and pulled the ship underwater, drowning everyone on board.

The agent didn’t react or show any signs of falling down, she kept her balance perfectly until the tentacle let go of the boat.

“Dang lady, you’ve got the best sealegs I’ve ever seen!” The boy operating the foglight said.

“Thank you,” Delila said genuinely, her smile fading behind her mask. “Now, I think it’s time for me to change into the other uniform.”

The crew then brought out the supplies, once they were all gathered they returned to their duties, looking away from her.

Delila sighed as she removed her mask, “No, you’re going to have to do it for me. I need to get accustomed to the full experience as soon as possible.”

The rest of the crew looked very uncomfortable, all of them averted their eyes from her.

The Captain immediately grabbed Delila and laid her down on the changing table. He removed her cloak first, then her black combat pants, then the standard-issue David Task Force Women’s Underwear, a comfy and surprisingly sturdy pair of black undershorts. Delila blushed slightly when her underwear was removed, she was thankful it was too dark for the Amazon Captain to notice. The Captain picked up her legs and slid the…her diaper underneath the Lieti’s rear end, he rubbed lotion all over Delila’s hairless nether regions until she was covered. The Captain pulled the front of the diaper over DARK’s pelvis, he put the side tabs up and they fuzed with the front of the diaper, then the garment suddenly squeezed until it was secured airtight around the Lieti’s waist.

Delila got up and looked at her new pants, she poked the front of it, and rubbed her hand all along the back, almost seemingly admiring the design of her incredibly thick new undergarment. These diapers were state of the art Amazon technology, manufactured specifically for Amazons venturing to the islands to put captured Lieti in. The outside is waterproof and durable, the carrying capacity is ridiculous, able to hold a week’s worth of messings and wettings.

The Amazons could have put their legendary wealth towards improving their infrastructure, or advancing medical science, or even cleaning up the oceans, these guys haven’t cured cancer, yet their diapers are one of the most advanced things about them, DARK thought as she shook her head. And they call us stupid.

Delila took off her long sleeved combat shirt, she had found herself 35 pounds lighter than when she entered the boat. She stretched, relieved to have all of that armor off of her.

The Captain approached her with a sundress and a strapless bra, she could tell both were a deep red with her night vision, but the dim boat lights couldn’t allow the Amazons to see it. She removed her bra and gave it to another Amazon, who put it where the rest of her clothes were stored. Delila put on the strap-on and the dress, and the switch was complete.

“Punch it,” the captain said to the one operating the motor, the boat fled into the night, the engine revving loudly as they made their way back to the mainland.

The Captain opened a box that looked like a coffin, it was where Lieti traffickers stored the people they were kidnapping. Delila entered it without a word, the Captain sealed her in, and then the boat was identical to every other Amazon Ship leaving Liet’s waters.

The boat motored on for a while, all lights turned off, they were trying to be stealthy, thankfully, the motor on the boat was designed to be quiet and fast. The Treaty of Rachel the inhabitants of Liet were forced to sign included among its clause the fact that all Littles are not allowed to attack Amazon “civilian” ships no matter the circumstances, even if they were attacking Lieti ships. This means that Amazons could design ‘civilian’ vessels that allowed the traffickers to get away from the continent of Liet and surrounding islands with every legal protection any normal civilian vessel would have. The trafficker ships travel almost entirely unmolested by would-be rescue parties, or any wandering Lietti ship that decided to intercept.

“Uh oh, incoming,” the Foglight Operator said. “Fishing boat ahead of us to our left.”

“Did they see us?” the Motor Operator said.

The fishing boat came into view, unlike the Amazon’s vessel, it wasn’t built for stealth, dozens of spotlights shone down around it, it was massive and heavily armored, ironically dwarfing the Trafficker’s boat. All of the Lietti’s seagoing vessels were designed to repel attacks from ships like the one that DARK was on. They were all massive, expensive, and old, but Lietti traffickers in the past boarded ships to kidnap their crews so often the losses in human capital reached pandemic levels. The Trafficker’s vessels were not military assets, and none of the occupants were soldiers, current or former, meaning they fall through a loophole allowing them to do whatever they want, and legally, the Littles that dared counterattacked would get sued for billions of dollars individually, which in turn gets shoved to the state to pay, if Liet couldn’t choke up the money, the offenders get sold.

“Ah crap, they’re turning, they did see us,” the Foglight Operator said.

The Treaty of Rachel forbade the Lietti ships themselves from attacking…but that didn’t mean the civilian crew themselves had that same restriction due to a loophole that the Amazons failed to account for.

Several minutes later, the much bigger and louder ‘Little’ Ship had sailed next to the Trafficker’s vessel, then the fishermen began throwing the hardest objects they could find at it. It sounded like a hailstorm, but Delila heard her fellow countrymen spitting curses and insults at the Amazons at the top of their lungs.

She was annoyed that her transport was being impeded, but she agreed and understood that her fellow countrymen had every right to do so.

“Marco, get us out of here as fast as you can before they start shooting us!” The Captain said to the person operating the motor.

Then just like that DARK heard gunshots ring out, and these were not periodical, they were rapidfire, as if the entire crew was unloading bullets on the ship’s roof. DARK was almost 100% sure some of the fishers were shooting machine guns from the boat that was fifty feet taller than her transport, she felt a slight tinge of fear rise in her, the boat lurched as it picked up speed, it bounced as it chopped the waves and grew many times louder. The sounds of gunfire stopped, no Lieti ship could catch up with an amazon vessel, only the Solomon Class Destroyer could keep up, and that was a top secret project.

The boat sped on for a long, long time, eventually Delila felt a pressure in her abdomen, she felt hesitant, but that was only for a moment after she felt it. The next instant she tried to release it, but nothing came, she was too apprehensive.

Delila scowled and tried to push it out, her face relaxed when warmth spread across the front of her diaper.

About an hour after her first wetting, the boat slowed down, and the Trafficker’s Vessel continued on its way, nothing happened for the duration of the journey.

Delila heard someone knock, the hatch where food and water would be given to her, or any other Lieti trafficked across the ocean, slid open. The Captain’s face looked down at her.

“We made it,” he said ominously, his breath coming out in visible puffs, the sea is surprisingly cold at night. “We’re in Albion’s waters, I hope you know what you’re doing miss, GIDEON wasn’t lying about the price of failure.”

“Thanks,” DARK said. “But I’ve trained most my life for this moment, and I’m not going alone, I’ve got this.”

“I hope so,” The Captain answered ominously. “Do you need something to eat or drink?” He asked.

“Yes, please. Do you have cashews?”

“Yes, hold on,” The Captain said before walking off, leaving Delila to wait with very wide eyes. Then he returned and a bright red tube extended towards Delila’s face. Delila opened her mouth and the tube entered, then the Captain poured the cashews down the tube and into her mouth. The cashews stopped coming and the agent chewed rapidly, after a short while she swallowed, making sure to desperately remove every chunk left in her own mouth.

“You knew the whole time I would be the one going on this mission, didn’t you Brent?”

The old man nodded and responded with exasperation, “I was told that you inhale the things.”

“You got some water too?” DARK asked. Another tube extended, this one colored a bright blue.

Delila allowed it to enter her mouth and pour water in there, she swallowed a few gulps before it was retracted.

“Goodnight,” The Captain said. “The next two weeks are going to be hard for all of us, there’ll be plenty of time to strategize. But leave worrying about the real Delila to us, for now, you must rest.”

Then the hatch slid shut, trapping the agent in the warm darkness. With nothing to do, she closed her eyes.

“You have no idea what’s coming to you,” DARK whispered with a smile as she drifted to sleep.

So, what do you think? Please do give an honest critique, it feeds me soul! I hope you guys like it!


Lovely setup. Please continue. I really want to see what becomes of dark

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Will do!

But a little correction, there is no DARK, only Delilah

My standard Critique Disclaimer Applies… I am sort of blunt, and brutally honest. This is not because I am an asshole. I’ve literally betaed dozens of fan-work type projects before and in my experience people need to know how their story is broken, in order to fix the same and that’s best done in a non-sugar coated way… BTW I’ll be using a lot of Save the Cat terminology here, i don’t know if you’re familiar, I’ll try to be verboser then i usually tend to be

Nonetheless I will tell you upfront that this didn’t suck. The premise is something I enjoy in particular You are headed in the right direction here :). There I’ve burned out my quota of nice

So this is a mildly compelling opening image, and a great improvement on your previous works. Keep going and you might just produce something readable. It is a bit tropetastic, but that’s fine. In the other thread you asked a question that indicates you don’t have the Structure of the piece figured out yet; although your prologue seems to be setting you up for an immediate jump into Act 2 (meaning your Call to Action/Inciting Incident has already happened). There is nothing wrong with that choice, it’s not common in ab/dl stuff but it’s a perfectly reasonable thing to do. As for what choice you should make I can’t tell you that. But it depends on what kind of spy story you want to build. If you want a thriller introduce the Act 2 Characters as soon as possible (i.e the President’s Daughter you mentioned) and any others you may have. If you want a slow burn then do the unloading first. It’s ok to write them both and choose which one you like better before posting. Either way i would not use flashbacks in the way you were speculating. the general rule with flashbacks is that they should be used to go back an Act and not to go to different points in the same act. In this context I think you would use flashbacks best if you used them to show the reader backstory on Delilah, and her pre mission world answer questions such as
Who is she?
Why was she picked for this mission?
What is this mission anyway?
Who does she work for?
What motivated her to become a secret agent?
This is Act 1 work that needs to be done somehow, even though you’re jumping straight into Act 2, and flashbacks are a good way to do it. If you do it that way I’ll give you more advice on the mechanics of flashbacks later on.

Hope that helps
Owl Out

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I am sort of blunt, and brutally honest. This is not because I am an asshole. I’ve literally betaed dozens of fan-work type projects before and in my experience people need to know how their story is broken, in order to fix the same and that’s best done in a non-sugar coated way


In the other thread you asked a question that indicates you don’t have the Structure of the piece figured out yet; although your prologue seems to be setting you up for an immediate jump into Act 2 (meaning your Call to Action/Inciting Incident has already happened).

The inciting incident is that the President of Albion is giving his daughter a Little as a birthday gift, and that because of what she looks like, the David Taskforce send the best operative they have that looks the most like this individual girl, DARK. This mission is the chance that all of the David Taskforce has been waiting for for decades.

Those questions will be answered…but if I jump straight to ACT II then that will bea lot harder to do, thanks.

It’s coming slowly, but I am working on chapter 2, don’t worry, it’s coming.

[B]Plot twist! Guess what’s back? After a rather humiliating incident where I lost all of my work due to me not fully understanding the mechanics of this site due to not posting here for a long time, I lost this chapter, twice. But now it’s here.

I was having trouble deciding whether or not the next part of the story would begin when Delila’s loaded off the docks, or when The POA’s daughter opens her present. But [/B]I decided that since this is a story about a ‘Little’ who’s not remotely as defenseless against the Amazons as the vast majority of her kind are, you’d prefer to see how DARK replaced Delila. You wanted to see what kind of forces a ‘little’ lady could employ if given proper preparation, intel,and equipment, on another note, in this story the littles aren’t small, the Amazons are freakishly huge, which would explain them keeping certain animals as common household pets. But enough of me rambling, here’s the story you waited for.
Chapter 1

Dawn of The Nightmare [HR][/HR]

The next day and a half of the journey was horrible, when the sun came up I was being baked inside the box, it was well ventilated and kept me cool, but the heat was killing me. As a David Operative I was trained to withstand conditions such as torture, lobotomy, sensory and sleep deprivation, solitary confinement, and of course, temperatures that in the weakest of us ould induce heatstroke or hypothermia.

Trained to withstand, unfortunately that doesn’t mean we don’t suffer from it.

The sun rose twice on my journey since we departed from that island, the temperatures were starting to get to me. When the sun fell I froze, when it slid back up I roasted. I can endure this easily, but knowing that all trafficked Lietti have to suffer this for multiple days without enhancements gave me a new understanding of their plight.

It was morning and already I was baking again. But thank God I could enter half sleep, I’m not really awake, but not asleep either, this inactivity is a sort of hibernation that I can exit from anytime. But it’s not full on hibernation because I need to have all of my faculties active as soon as possible when we hit the mainland, so my processes were still running at mostly normal speed.

The only times I awoke from my half sleep were when the crew would feed me and give me water, and when I used the-pooed and peed in my diaper.

I had wet this thing at least a dozen times, and…relieved my bowels in it twice, a horrible experience, but I’m learning to get used to it. At least my diaper caught the smell too.

I was awoken by a knocking on my casket. I opened my eyes just as the hatch slid open.

I snarled and attempted to block the sunlight with my hands.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the voice of the one who woke me up piped up, Marco, the one in charge of steering the ship. Judging by my internal chronometer it’s an hour past lunchtime, but why is he here now?

“Are you okay?” He asked, “it’s just that, well, you were so quiet this whole trip, you’re the quietest passenger we’ve ever had in fact. I was getting a bit worried.”

I pushed down my anger and set it aside, after taking a deep breath I responded to him.

“Yes, I’m…okay, Marco, thanks for asking, but I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? It’s just so stuffed in there, I can feel the heat coming from this box, are you sure you’re fine?”

“Yes, I promise you, I’m fine. Aside from it being cramped, it’s hot, the metal chafes on my skin, it’s cramped, I’m practically swimming in sweat, I can’t properly stretch, it’s cramped, I can’t move, I’m starting to smell horrible, and did I mention how cramped it is in here?”

I stopped my rant…the heat and confinement really is getting to me.

“But other than that I’m just fine, I can endure this…maybe a little easier if I had some cashews?”

“Ah, about that,” Marco scratched the back of his head. “We just learned some more about Delila, the girl we’re switching you out with, and Captain sent me to break the news to you. Delila absolutely despises cashews, and won’t eat them no matter what, on top of that she’s diabetic.”

I deflated a little on the inside at that news on the cashews, but it doesn’t matter. The fact that I was ready to make sacrifices like this for a long long time comforted me, I’m more concerned about the diabetic thing, it’ll make this much harder. I’ve never had that much of a sweet tooth anyway.

In order for me to fake being diabetic, I would have to get my insides altered slightly, this isn’t a problem. But unlike agents faking it for tests they’re going through, I’m actually going to be medicated for it. Which means I would have to make sure the pills don’t affect my body, and the chemicals they’re made ofdon’t show up in my waste, this is going to be a bit harder. But I can get past this.

“Thanks for the information,” I said. “I’ll keep it in mind, by the way, how far are we from our destination?”

“Oh, the shore was just spotted on our radar an hour ago,” Marco turned away from me and looked out to the horizon. “New Angle City’s visible now, ETA 10 minutes.”

I flinched at his words, it was a tiny movement that nobody would notice if they weren’t paying close attention to me. Marco didn’t seem to catch it.

“Why wasn’t that the first thing you said?” I asked him.

“Oh, I spent most of my attention at the motor, waiting for the moment I’d need to take over from the auto-pilot. I just wanted someone new to talk with. Anyway, I really should close the hatch, we gotta slip back into our cover.”

That was the last thing Marco said before sliding the hatch shut, locking me back in darkness. I didn’t re-enter halfsleep, I would need all of my faculties with me for this.

The ten minutes came to pass, it was closer to eleven, but nonetheless I felt a lurch as the boat slowed down and maneuvered into the docks. With my enhance hearing I figured out that there wasa commotion going on, apparently the fishermen’s gift to this boat was a little more severe than I thought.

I heard a loud series of footsteps as someone, presumably a dock worker ran up to the ship.

“Oh my God. Brent, what the Hell happened to your boat?!”

“A bunch of Dwarves decided to use us as target practice on the high seas,” the captain replied with a cold and spiteful tone. All of this ship’s crew had to be good actors in order to survive their jobs. “Fishing boat full of the carpet-crappers saw us, they sailed right next to us and they just unloaded.”

“You boarded their ship and put them in time out, right? Please tell me you boxed them,” a young sounding Amazon lady voices her opinion. “My brother’s looking for a new little, one with bite!”

“You should have boarded their ship and sunk it! Naughty babies don’t need those toys if they’re going to use them like that!”

I felt my rage boil up inside me, there are only a hundred fishing boats the Liet have in service, it’s not known anywhere in the Amazon world but the actual number is 178, and all of them are those towering fortresses. If even one of them gets taken away, we’d suffer a famine for years until that boat gets replaced, those savages have no right to take that from us!

Toys? Listen you retards!” I heard Marco spit out viciously. “You’ve never laid eyes on any of the Little’s floating fishing forts, do you know how massive those vessels are? Those ships are so tall that our grappling hooks won’t even be able reach halfway to the deck, if we tried to board them they would have sunk us!”

“Please tell me you at least got the perpetrators on camera?” The dockworker asked.

“No, they’re still broken, and with this damage to the roof they’re going to stay broken for even longer,” Brent said angrily, his voice dripping in malice. “Oh if I ever got my hands on one of them, I would tear them in two with my own bare hands and dump them overboard.”

“Ah, I see,” the dockworker said. “I’d tell you to get a hire a counselor, but with how broke you are, that’s a moot point.”

“No, I’m good without a counselor, we’ve all wanted to tear a dwarf a new one at some point.”

“Ha ha, true, we’ve all been there. Anyway, here comes the paperwork. I need to take inventory of what you’re returning with this voyage.”

I heard Brent growl as he scribbled on something, presumably a clipboard with a contract on it.

“One? Just one?” I heard the dockworker say.

“You can thank that Dwarf Fortress out there,” another crew member noted callously as my box was picked up. “Who else from the trade is in port?” Brent asked.

“Not her, not her, please anyone but her,” I heard Arthur, the foglight operator, whisper under his breath.

I only hear silence, the answer didn’t come immediately.

“Oh no,” I heard Marco utter.

“If anyone needs a spoon to scoop out their eyeballs at what we’re gonna see, then I saved one just for this occasion!” A member of the crew I didn’t know the name of responded.

“Only one, Melissa, today’s just not your day,” the dockworker said and a wave of revulsion crashed into me so powerful I felt like actually vomiting.

The David Taskforce has a data base of almost every Lietti trafficker on the high seas. Some of the jobs I had before this mission was to place tracking devices on the Trafficker Ships that didn’t have them, and ID the crews that operated them. I didn’t ID Melissa, she had been a phenomenon for some decades now. A particularly daring trafficker, in her every incursion she ventures deeper into the island than any other, she kidnaps people as they sleep in their homes, thinking they were safe because they’re miles away from the shore.

I was so filled with revulsion that nobody popped her in the head for so long, but her continued existence was our fault. We found her useful for getting David Agents on the mainland, but after my mission is over, I’ll deal with her personally next. Former meth addict and it shows, and her personality’s just as ugly on the inside.

“That’s okay,” Brent said. “I’ve had worse cases of bad luck than this.”

“Okay, this way to your check, I’ll add a few hundred from my wallet, just to lighten it up.”

“Aw, thanks, dude,” Marco said as my box was lowered to the floor. I remember this part, I’m on a pushcart.

“No problem, right this way,” and just like that we were moving. And all of a sudden the chatter devolved into the business as usual, at least as far as I know it’s business as usual.

I remained still and quiet as always, pretending to be asleep. The manager might check the box to see if what they were saying was true, and if he got a really good look at me he’ll see my physique, which is very atypical of the Lieti they kidnapped, much less a woman. If that manager opens the box instead of sliding the hatch and looks at me for too long, then my mission is done!

We eventually entered a very cool building, and it was much quieter then the docks, though there was still some sound, it was the sounds that made me very upset. Fingers typing at keyboards, the footsteps of boat crews walking about, registering their cargo, there were normal sounds that made this place almost seem like a normal office.

There was one type of sound in particular that upset me, the Lieti, they were loud enough that they could be faintly heard by a person with normal hearing, but as a David Agent, I hear so much more. I heard inside my box the cries of Lieti as they moved toward their undeserved fate, and the callous laughter of their kidnappers. I felt my hatred return, reaching a level that almost consumed me, it took a lot more of what willpower I had than usual to keep myself from tearing through that box and kill every giant I could see.

I couldn’t ignore it, their voices were too clear, there was no limit to who would be sold to those savages in a box, no demographic was safe. Ordinary people, the homeless, gangsters, successful businessmen and hard-working middle class families, even children not yet graduated from kindergarten, a good number of those innocents had lost their minds in their confinement as Melissa’s cargo.

“No! No! No!”

I closed my eyes in an attempt to shut it out, try to ignore it.

“Let me out this instant, you bitch! I’m a lawyer, there are people who need me!”

“Please, please, please, please, please!”

I put my hands over my ears, they were pressed so hard against my ears that I think the bloodflow was blocked off. But it was no use, even muffled, their cries were still ringing.

“Mamma! Mamma! Mamma!”

“You think this makes you better than us? You think I’ll submit? You filthy fat footers are savages, always have been, always will be!”


I’ve already heard this, seen this. Fate must be feeling cruel today, why, why do I have to hear them again?

I so sincerely wished that I could disable my enhanced hearing, turn it down like a volume adjuster on a set of speakers, but I can’t. Their cries will come back in my nightmares, but as Marco silently shuddered in rage as he struggled to keep his composure, I could take it, I can somewhat ignore it. I’ve been trained to do this, I’ll move on just as always, I focused on the fact that these people will eventually be rescued when I succeed in my mission. At least, that’s what I told myself before I heard her.

No, no, I’m not ready for this.

One voice in particular reached my ears and cut through my soul deeply enough to haunt me for all time. All of the other voices seemingly faded into nothing as my eyes shot wide open and I stopped breathing in shock. I couldn’t do anything else, I just focused on her.

"Please, you can’t do this! I have a son, a daughter, a husband, they need me! How can you condone this? Let me go, this isn’t right!”

“There’s a little boy waiting for me to give him a heart surgery, who’s going to do that with me gone? Who will hug John when he wins first place at track? Who will walk Melissa down the aisle? Please, you can’t be that cold-hearted, please just let me go!"

As I listened to her words I felt my rage melt and be replaced by a sadness that threatened to consume me. In total silence tears ran down my eyes as I let my hands fall to my side, I don’t sob, none of us do. I can fake cry so good nobody could tell I’m faking it, but when David Agents cry for real, we don’t hiccup, get runny noses, or any other symptoms of crying unless we want to, with the exception of tears.

Was that what they said too?

At that moment I wanted more than anything I had ever wanted in that moment to break her out of that box and escort her back to Liett myself. But I knew that even if I could break out of this box, and get her out, we would never make it past the docks.

There was nothing I could do, her fate would be the same as theirs.

I couldn’t interfere, I knew I wouldn’t succeed if I tried to free her. That fact hurt, but it wasn’t nearly as painful as it was allowing an entire family to be ruined, and allowing the people she was expected to treat to die. The trafficking is pandemic, when the Amazons live, we lose not only our students, we lose our skilled workers, our children barely old enough to enter preschool, no demographic was safe.

No demographic was safe because the Amazons never settle for a dog or cat, they always want a person as a pet! Those sickos just want to dominate a Lietti because unlike their children, we’re not recognized as people in their eyes, and as such can be abused to their heart’s desire. We don’t even have the rights they give to animals!

Damn you, I cursed them inside my head as I felt the rage return. My arms were shaking, my vision was beginning to get slightly blurry. If looks could kill, the entire Amazon race would be dead.

“Wow, those are the most inventive fairy tales I’ve heard yet,” a gravely voiced woman laughed in a slurred voice, sounding like she’s drunk. Melissa, “You could be an actor if you weren’t a Little!”

Damn you, I thought as my vision turned red.

“No, they’re not! You saw my degree when you took me, you had to, it’s on my nightstand! There’s no possible way you couldn’t have!”

“What’s the holdup? I brought the goods, just register those already and let us begone!” Melissa huffed out over the screams of her captives.

“Damn you,” I whispered through gritted teeth, barely audible in my own ears.

“Here it is ma’am,” The one operating the clerk desk said in an uncaring, clinical voice.

“I swear, every time I bring back a load they’re even more belligerent than the last one!”

All of a sudden the sliding hatch opened and I saw Brent staring at me, his eyes hard and unsympathetic. But his words betrayed his true allegiance.

“They’re going to inject you with a tranquilizer before transporting you to the Auction House Storage shed, It might be strong enough to knock even you out, so prepare. But when you’re in the shed, you must remain awake at all times and wait for the sound of your cohorts breaking in, when you hear it, start start making noise. Do so until DRAPE and ORICHALCUM are able to locate you, then prepare for extraction, good luck.”

The hatch was then closed, but immediately afterwards…

“Oooh, hello Brent, what have you got there?” I heard Melissa’s voice protrude. “Nice catch, how many do you have to haul in before they actually start paying you this time?”

“Uh oh,” I heard the clerk at the register say.

“That’s none of your damn business wench,” Marco seethed.

“At least ours isn’t making a racket, unlike yours,” Brent bit back.

“Bah,” Melissa spat out. “I’m not willing to do this today, just cash your check, you won’t be seeing me again any time soon.”

Just like that, over the sounds of her cargo crying for mercy, Melissa left, her loud clacking footsteps fading.

And among them I still heard the mother.

“No, no! Noooo! Please, don’t! I-I-I’ll pay you anything, anything! Please! S-s-someone! A-anyone help! HELP!”

I promise, once my mission is complete, I said in my head. I will find you and bring you home, along with as many other people as possible.

Then just like that the cart I was on moved again, I remembered Brent’s advice about the anesthesia, and sped up my heart rate. If I metabolize it faster than it can work its magic, then I should be able to not be affected at all.

It didn’t take long for The Ferrymen to send me off behind the desk. My casket was moved from my current buggy to the cart that would ship me off to a storehouse far deeper in the mainland, where Lietti are shipped off to auctions to be bought, or sold to “Little Training & Adoption Centers.” As long as I stay awake I should be fine, not that that should be difficult given what came through my ears.

One by one I heard the others in Melissa’s ‘haul,’ they all panicked and freaked out whenever the hatches on the box’s side opened, they shouted out in pain before falling silent one by one. Then it came to me, I was breathing fast to justify my rapid heart rate, I was increasing my metabolism as fast as I could. I couldn’t help but feel a small amount to actual fear, it helped me keep my heart rate up, but I was mildly concerned at what I would face now.

Then I heard a sound to my right side, a clamp restrained my right arm between my elbow and shoulder, it grabbed me like a vice, hard enough to be painful to a David agent like me. Then almost immediately after I felt it, a prick on my arm.

Seriously? I thought with indignation. They still use needles for injections?

After the needle was removed, I felt a tingle on the part of my arm where the sedative was injected into me. The clamp was released from my arm and a few seconds later the injection hit me like a truck. I was starting to feel woozy, my vision blurred and moved as my box was lifted off the cart.

Oh crap, Brent was right, this stuff is strong, what the Hell is this stuff? If it’s enough to affect a David Agent this badly, then no wonder so many rescues from the Supercontinent come back insane!

Then I went pale as I made another connection.

…and they just injected a small child with this stuff, oh God, please I hope she’s okay!

I am not falling asleep, I am NOT going to even allow myself to blink! I breathed heavily, with my eyes as wide as dinner plates as I fought off the drowsiness. I can overcome this but it is a challenge, I have to remain uninterrupted. If I am to stay awake I must keep breathing fast. My breath was deafening to my own ears, it was a volume I’m used to, but can they hear it?

If those Fat Footers do hear it then it’ll be the end of everything we’ve worked for! I will not be defeated by a drug!

All I could do was make sure my heart beat faster than normal, and hyperventilate to keep my blood from not getting enough oxygen. I felt a pressure on my bladder, and almost without hesitation I let go, it was becoming disconcertingly easy for me. As I breathed rapidly I squirmed, feeling my heavily used diaper, tonight, I’ll be changed tonight.

The cart that was pushing me stopped, then I heard the sound of a large door open up. We’re being loaded up into a box truck. I felt a lurch as Amazon hands grabbed the caskets and passed them to some other people in the truck, one by one. I was the last to be loaded on the cart, so of course I was first.

My casket rocked, threatening to interrupt my rapid heart exercise. I felt myself slid to the left side of the casket, my face being pressed against the metal. I have to remain awake, if I lose my focus for even a second, I’ll fall asleep, and I won’t be able to hear the signal!

I remained focused on breathing as the Amazon put my casket into some device and I was locked into a rack, to prevent us from sliding in the truck ride. It took a minute for the caskets to be loaded up, but then I heard the dialogue change.

“All right, that’s the last of ‘em.”

“Glad to be of service to you,” the truckers said. I know that’s probably not what they’re called, but the word for them escapes me.

Then I heard the door close with a massive thud. I heard the Amazon’s heavy footsteps outside of the box, then a pair of doors open as they entered the truck. The driver put the keys in the ignition and started the truck, just as he was starting to drive they began to talk.

“Hey, Art,” the younger sounding one said.

“Something on your mind, Winston?”

“Yeah, the President of Albion just won his third term, but isn’t it strange though? With how many people are displeased with his gas taxes, especially guys in our profession, I figured if he got the seat again his victory in the election would’ve been more hard won. But a ninety percent lead in the polls again?”

“And you’re saying?” Art questioned his friend as the truck turned.

“I’m saying the elections are rigged!” Winston said angrily.


“You’re acting way too nonchalantly about this! Explain yourself!”

“President Henry wouldn’t be the first to do that, elections are nothing more than pretend games where we get to think we have a say in who’s better than us. Besides, he’s done much to stamp out the Pro-Little terrorists or whatever they call themselves now. The extinction of those lunatics is probably a good enough reason why many people keep voting for him.”

“And what about the new taxes Henry’s been raising?” Winston continued.

“Yeah, yeah,” Art said apathetically. “He put back in car taxes and homeowner’s tax, what’s new about that? That aside he removed the Little Tax, about time, nobody should be bothered to pay just for owning a Little. Why should we be taxed for owning a Tiger? Or a Great Wolf?”

“And what about the Income Tax he’s raising on the citizens? Are you fine with that?”

I felt the car lurch as the driver put on the brakes.

“He’s taxing what?” Art responded with the first bit of emotion I’ve heard him express.

“You heard me.”

“Are you serious?!”


I heard Art curse loud enough to hurt my ears. I was shocked, I had never ever heard someone make a sound that loud.

“The current President has done some shady crap, I know that much, but raising an income tax on Amazons? Where was he when Burgen tried to raise taxes on its Amazon citizens? There was rioting for weeks before the Prime minister of that place was decapitated! Oh if he actually passes that, I’ll be very surprised if he lives past this year.”

Amazons say that all the time, I thought. No matter how often they complain and say they’re going to overthrow the government, almost all of it is nothing more than empty words. And the Prime minister of Burgen faked his death, and won that rebellion just in time for his brother to take over the next election.

My vision started to get blurry and I woke myself back up.

I have to stay awake! No matter what, I can’t afford to fall asleep. All on Liet depend on me, everyone I knew in my childhood may have forgotten I exist, but they still need on me. I just have to stay awake.

I heard the door open, we must be at the warehouse already. The drive was shorter than I expected, I didn’t even notice the keys turn off, that sedative must really be messing with me.

I will remain here, and wait, wait until the others come for me, I concluded as my casket was the first to be loaded on the buggy.

I will remain awake, this stuff can’t put me to sleep, I steadied my resolve and vigilance as I was carted into the warehouse.

I am not going to fail, many lives depend on my success, I will not fail them, I kept breathing rapidly as the doors to the warehouse closed.

This is only a waiting period, the Amazons reckoning is upon them, I smiled as the workers unloaded my casket and put a glass casing over it, making it airtight. These caskets had the casings on the bottom of them, under my back. Mine were designed to malfunction. The casket is not airtight.

Yes, their crimes will catch up to them, even if I have to do it by my own hands, I recited that truth as the gas poured in. But my casket was intentionally made faulty in another aspect, the tub didn’t connect, so none of the gas reached me, and since it was invisible, they didn’t notice. This is the easiest and quickest way for David Agents to be delivered to the mainland, but it relies on another to bust them out.

Throughout all of that process I breathed, none of them noticed me, and they left the warehouse none the wiser that one of their cargo was still awake.

All I could do was breath, slower now as the sedative’s effects wore off. All I could do was breath as the vast warehouse filled with the unluckiest of all the Liet were there to keep me silent company. The only thing I could do in this dark casket was breath, nothing else but to wait in vigilance.


This is easily the most unusual and intriguing DD story I have read, and I think I’ve read them all.

Thank you, mission accomplished!

Any further thoughts on this tale? The good? The bad?

Do you think this is a strong comeback for me? What do you want to see in this story? What kind of stuff do you expect to see in the following chapters?

Oh my goodness! When a story is working—and the fact that it intrigues me suggests that it is working—i tend to stay out of the suggestion-giving game; the author clearly has a handle on it. I think what I want is not anywhere near as important as what the characters want as the story progresses. Listen to Dark; she’ll get you where you are going.

I’m glad to see you’ve come back to this. Hope to see another chapter soon! This kind of reminds me of the feel of Raven/Silver for the tone of the dimension here, but it is definitely unique! If I had one suggestion it would be a query of why she’s going through this process of the warehouse and then being broken out? You mention it’s the safest way onto the mainland… maybe expound more on that? Maybe you did in part 1… I only reskimmed that part.

Looking forward to more of this!

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Thank you, it’s the safest and quickest way to get on to the mainland, and the quickness of the delivery is absolutely vital, especially since the traffickers are the only way Lietti get on the Supercontinent that the Amazons accept, especially since Liet’s travel ban on all except the ones they send to the universities to steal the Amazon’s technology. The other methods often take years, the POA’s daughter’s birthday is in a couple of weeks, in order for the mission to have any hope of success DARK must replace Delila as soon as possible. And not only that, but pass herself off believably to the point where nobody will notice any changes.

Luckily, David Agents are nothing if not prepared.

So, what do you like about this Sofia? Other than the unique premise of course. What do you dislike about this tale the most?

Almost too prepared.
I’m a little concerned that agent Dark is a bit too talented, or rather that the method by which her talents are shown are less compelling because they seem to remove much of the threat, and therefore the tension. An excellent comparison to the shipping box would be the scene in Kill Bill where Beatrix gets buried alive in a coffin. In order to escape, she first has to calm herself, then decide she actually can escape, then do it. The sequence flashes back to her brutal training, where we learn how hard it was for her to acquire the skills needed to overcome her obstacles.

I’m not saying you need to do flashbacks, but in your shipping box sequence, Dark is knowledgeable and prepared in advance to overcome it. So far, she’s not encountered anything that seems to have any chance at besting her. Now, if your goal is to show us a badass that effortlessly thwarts her foes, then by all means, stay the course. But if you want there to be some serious tension, there needs to be an actual challenge, even if it’s a “I trained for this, but the real thing is so much harder” type deal.

But you’re good at coming up with ideas anyway. Were I you, I might first try to nail down exactly the Littles and their allies know of the procedures. Are there gaps in their knowledge? Are there things they can’t properly train for? Have the Amazons suddenly changed the protocol for some reason? These might be opportunities where a curve ball might come from. Or maybe her biggest obstacles don’t come from a clear and present danger, it could be even be the very fact that she is so well trained that makes something else difficult, like pretending to be scared or something (even if you’ve already shown that she’s capable of that too.) By all means, be creative. And remember, you don’t have to explain everything. A bit of mystery can really help build tension. So far, everything has gone according to plan and no one has skipped a beat.

Although, this is only the first chapter

The only other thing I can say is that I noticed you shifted to a first person perspective. I’m going to assume you’re planning on keeping it, and that the third person perspective was only to introduce Dark herself. I’m not saying you can’t have shifting perspectives, but make sure it’s some level of coherent; that there’s a rhyme or reason to it.

Oh, and verb tense. You’ve got a few sentences where it’s present tense, but everything else it past tense.

Carry on.

Please do tell where that happened. And yes, I usually use 3rd Person in my prologues.

As for the Amazon’s protocol on handling Littles, the Civil Rights Movement from “A little Legal Issue” blew up in their faces, 130 years before this story the Amazon world got polarized and had entered a war, the two contenders were the ones who were Pro-Little, and those who vehemently believed that the Littles were ‘Toys.’ This of course affected the continent of Liet too, however, unlike on Liet, the war between the Pro-L and the Anti-L groups lasted much longer, and unlike on Liet, the good guys didn’t win. The anti-L groups were eventually annihilated and universally branded as terrorists, Little Civil rights had gone back to 0, not a single Lietti on the Supercontinent walks as a free person, not unless they’re a David Agent, or a (doomed) University Applicant (a dying breed as everyone knows that going to the Supercontinent means you’re more than likely never coming back).

That aside, I came up with the words “Liet” and “Lietti” so there would be a reason the Amazons call them “Littles,” in Agent Dark it’s a sort of bastardization of their actual name.

So what kind of name do you think the Amazons really call themselves?

The First Nightfall

I breathed hard until the drug’s effects wore off, a few more trucks came in and unloaded their cargo, but thankfully none of them were able to notice my respiratory habits. I was trapped in total darkness, and once the last truck left, for the first time since my journey began I was in total silence. Nobody except the approved workers and security officials enter these storage warehouses. These places are off-limits, even more ever since the Amazon-Liet Peace Rebellion, commonly called the “Little Rights Terror Strikes” on the supercontinent, was persecuted in earnest. That brutal time was what gave Liet the chance to break away from Amazon influence. We owe those Amazons and Lietti much, but the Peace Rebellion being violently crushed the way it was proved that the Amazon’s society will never change…proved why my mission must be carried out.

The hallowed darkness of this warehouse, year after year, will forever know the sleep of Lietti, captured for the Amazon’s own amusement. I’ve heard tales of the cruelty, and apathy, it’s increased in the last century, how many of my brethren are inside this warehouse? I know how big it is, but there are many things you fail to really appreciate unless you see them up close with your own eyes. None of the Liet in the other caskets are alive, a good number have to be dead, but the rest are suspended between the boundary of life and death. How many will never awaken from that state?

I heard the door open and somebody walk in, it couldn’t have been ORICHALCUM or DRAPE, the footsteps were too heavy, too careless. It has to be a security guard, the guard walked all across the warehouse, patrolling for signs of forced entry. I heard him check the pods, the windows, the power outlets, everything, he was here for hours. His voice never disturbed the silence other than his breathing, hums of contentment, and sighs of boredom, there was no music to him, no comments, no ‘fun.’ Were I a regular Amazon in his position, I would have begun whistling or singing a tune to pass the time. Well, Amazons aren’t as musically or artistically inclined as Lietti are, so I wouldn’t, but my point still stands.

I heard him shamble around the place for a long time, it’s clear he’s searching for something, or someone. Was I discovered? Has my cover been blown? I can’t escape, even if I try. If I’m discovered then I’m totally at his mercy! Years of work, all wasted. No, I have to stay as deathly quiet as possible.

The silence has to remain unbroken on my end as well, or else he’ll realize he’s not the only thing alive in this building! I’m awake, and I’ll stay that way for the rest of the night. I heard the guard shamble towards a ladder and just then it began raining outside, the chorus of water droplets falling down to tap the roof after a thousand foot fall. I heard him move back to the first floor over the rain, but just as he did I felt a familiar friend return.

Crap, not this. Not now! I thought. Whenever I wet my diaper, the sound was as loud as a waterfall to my ears! I know an attentive Amazon could hear it, but behind the casket? Would that and the rain hide the sound?

No, I can’t take that risk! I have to hold on, I resolved as the guard reached the bottom of the ladder. His footsteps started going towards me.

The pressure was building faster than it used to, my unpotty training had already begun to take effect! I made my breathing slower, more shallow. As his footsteps approached I encountered another problem, I felt a sneeze coming on!

I have to hold it all back, I scrunched my nose and lowered my head. I can’t allow myself to make a single noise. If he detects me it’s over!

I handlessly wrestled with my nose for a time longer before managing to put my fingers to it. Miraculously I managed to raise my hand and grasp my nose, the airways were totally blocked. I then sneezed, with my mouth and nose refusing to open my eardrums almost popped. The force was nearly enough to make me release my bladder.

As I lowered my hand I heard his footsteps stop, right in front of my casket.

No! He must have heard me! I went totally still, I didn’t even dare breath. How sharp is that monster’s hearing? I heard him sniff several times, and turn towards my casket. I heard his hand scratch his jawline, the scratchy noise giving away the fact that he has a beard, the pressure in my bladder rose sharply.

Can he smell me? I thought as he put his hand to his belt.

Is he getting the key? Please please PLEASE God, do not allow him to get the idea to open my casket! I prayed. He cannot know that I still live!

I heard the distinct noise of water sloshing in a container before the cap of the bottle was popped. The Amazon drank the entire bottle…then continued to the door. I soundlessly breathed in relief as he threw the bottle away in a trash bin on his way out.

When the guard opened the door the sound of the rain became much louder. It’s pouring out there, hard.

After the heavy door closed I sighed in relief, I was the only living thing in this place once more. With the danger gone I let go, releasing a warm jet of urine into my cold diaper. That thing has to be filled to capacity right now, or almost. I can only hope that my collaborators will be here soon.

Almost as soon as I had the thought I heard it, the tiny unmistakable sounds of someone removing screws. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, my comrades have arrived!

Plink! Plink! Plink! Plink! I heard the screws fall some distance to the floor, they must be entering from a place very high up. A ceiling vent perhaps.

After a small scraping noise reached my ears I heard a rustling noise as a rope was lowered. Then I gave them my signal.

I took a deep breath and spoke for the first time in hours, I decided to sing the song that I knew since I was a child. A song no Amazon would ever know. A lullaby my mother sung to me when I was small. The lyrics came to me easily, a quiet and gentle tune instilled into the deepest recesses of my brain.

In the dark, they hear us whisper.”

They see us sleep.”

In the dark, they know where we live.”

Unseen they creep.”

They want what we can’t give.”

They smile at us in the daytime.”

They smile knowingly of their crime.”

By day they serve ice cream.”

In the dark they swallow our dreams.”

They pave a road, then take the child.”

They break the code, their grins wild.”

I hear their feet land on the ground, and they began walking the careful signature steps of my fellow David Agents.

They know what they do is wrong.”

They think it makes them strong.”

The teacher leads the students astray.”

The friend helping us up never lets go for all their days.”

They think their might is what makes them right.”

But we endure what they do.”

One day they will know justice, this is true.”

From their great height they will all fall.”

With their feet gone from our backs we’ll rise from the mud.”

What they refused to end, they shall pay in blood.”

We are not safe, but free.”

One day the Giants will not have hands to hurt us as they please.”

Free but not safe, that is fine.”

We’ll have both the day the Giants know justice.”

Free but not safe, that is fine.”

We’ll have both the day the Giants know decline.”

I heard their footsteps reach my casket as I finished the last lines.

“DARK, is that you?”

“What other Liet are you expecting to find alive in this Godawful place??” I answered cooly.

“That’s quite an introduction,” a female voice said. “I think I’m gonna enjoy your company. Shame we can’t stay together longer.”

“Get ready to stretch your legs, we’ll have you out of there in no time,” the man said. Soon I heard a device jam into the casket, and the door was opened a second later. I was exposed to open air for the first time in several days, I got myself out of the casket and my bare feet landed on smooth concrete. I saw my saviors, both Lietti, of course. The lady was wearing a simple thick cream colored skirt that went down to her ankles. She wore a white blouse covered by a red jacket, the jacket had sleeves with puffy shoulders that went to her wrists. The man on the other hand was wearing an entirely black bodysuit closer to David Agent combat apparel.

“Nice to see you in uniform,” the girl complemented me on my deep red sundress and loaded diaper as I walked past her. I looked down at my attire and suddenly felt self-conscious about the monster that was drooping far down my legs.

I saw that she was messing with the color coded tag. The tag indicated whether or not the casket had a Lietti inside of it, and whether or not it was meant to be returned to its owner. The girl used her gloved hand to switch the tag to blue, in little white letters I made out a form that gave the name and ID of the ship and Captain the box was rented to. It’s going back to Brent.

“Man” I said as I started stretching every part of my body. “I just can’t believe how bad these cricks in my…everything are!”

As I began stretching I realized that now I was out of the casket and moving that my heavily soiled diaper would be even harder to ignore.

But I forgot about that little tidbit when I got a good look at my surroundings. I gasped when I saw that I was on a rack, and that there were hundreds upon hundreds of caskets, almost all of them with kidnapped Lietti inside. The entire building was massive, the ceiling is easily eighty feet above the floor!

There are so many…This warehouse can’t possibly be filled only with people kidnapped from Liet. All of those caskets can’t possibly be occupied at the same time.

“You’ll get used to it, eventually,” the man said as his eyes scanned me. “But nobody ever should, that aside we can’t stay here.”

After I was done stretching we ran off, the man led me to the rope that him and his partner used to climb down from the vent on the ceiling to the floor. As I moved I felt the load in my pants with every step, reminding me of my short term future, at least I hope it’s short term. The man went first, and I had to wait for the lady to finish making up my prison to appear as if there was nothing unusual. It didn’t take her long to finish up, and ran towards me in her Mary Janes with a superhuman speed that could only be matched by a very athletic Amazon.

After she got on the rope I began my climb, this gave me a very good look under her skirt. In the dark nobody but a David Agent’s night-vision would be able to see her undershorts. She wore what looked like a pair of bloomers, old style bloomers, down to the frilly waist and leg holes. In the dark one would think of them as regular, if old fashioned, underwear, but I saw the bulge around the waist that revealed her fancy and old fashioned underwear was actually a diaper. Of course, it’s not safe, even for David Agents, to go around breaking the Amazon’s laws on their home turf.

Of course, her diaper (along with every David Agent on the Super-Continent, except me) is only lip-service to that ancient Amazon taboo, when opportunity would allow we don’t use them. We can hold our bladder and bowels for a very, very long time, easily days, this alteration was made to us in order to be able to bypass the Amazon’s infamous “Adulthood Test,” a hundred percent of which were rigged with diuretics and laxatives.

I’m the same, I could have held my waste until my rescue easily, but in two weeks I’m going to be replacing Delilah. Delilah is from the Little Mill, who knew nothing else but being treated like a baby. That was what she, and the tens of thousands of others in that accursed pit, were bred for.

Bred, like an animal. Like cattle.

Due to that background, one trait that Delilah would lack is any trace of potty training. Which is why I have to learn to relieve myself in my diaper without hesitation.

Feeling my mind numbing itself with the actual numbers of the place I was going to infiltrate, I decided to distract myself.

“Nice to see you in uniform,” I commented to the lady when we were half way to the vent. She responded with a quiet chuckle.

“I was wondering when you’d notice.”

The rest of the rope climb went on in silence. Clearly, the other two were more practiced at this than me, moving up the rope faster than I was, of course I was immobilized for two days. I was twenty feet away from the top by the time the lady reached the vent.

I shot my hand out to grab and the man took it while his female counterpart collected the rope. I helped take the screw and put them back in as the man held the cover.

“Don’t worry about being quiet, that guard was the last security this warehouse will see tonight,” the man said before we broke off into a run. The vent, being built by Amazons, was supersized to their specifications, as such Lietti can easily run through them, the shorter Liet can even run in one without even having to lean down.

“I think trading some designations is in order,” I suggested. “What if you’re not who I think you are?”

“Agreed,” the man said, nodding as we encountered a wall, the vent went up, we’ll have to climb over it. “ORICHALCUM.”

The lady turned to face me, smiling cooly while shrugging.

“You know I’m no a robot. Name’s DRAPE.”

After finishing her introduction, DRAPE ran and jumped up the wall. I briefly saw up her skirt again, but not high enough to see her underwear. DRAPE turned around and lowered a rope down to both of us, ORICHALCUM climbed up first. I climbed up when both were holding the rope.

“If my friend’s codename is a mouthful, you can call him Ori,” DRAPE said as she grabbed my hand, pulling me up.

“Very well,” I said as we continued walking through the vent. As we ran the sounds of the downpour outside grew to almost deafening levels, only to our ears of course.

“So, what will I have to expect on the Supercontinent? Other than abiding by Fat Footer Law, of course?” I asked that while sparing a glance to DRAPE, she looked back, her eyes didn’t betray any offense by my pointing out of her choice of underwear.

“We only operate as agents after the sun is gone,” ORICHALCUM explained. “Like thieves and other criminals before the time of the electric light, our species is nocturnal. We’re only active during daylight hours when the situation grows truly dire, in daylight hours, everybody knows we’re just regular littles.”

I nodded, I figured that much.

“Alright, this is where we get out!” DRAPE said as we stopped by a drop in the vent that went down. I could see shimmering at the bottom.

We jumped down to the bottom, I landed in a squat that resulted in my pants slapping the ground, causing the two to glance my way as I stood up, my cheeks on fire. To my right was a vent cover, a horizontal door straight to the outside world, this time the rain sounded deafening. There’s no doubt, this is the gate to freedom.

“And lastly,” ORICHALCUM said before going to the vent cover and messing with it. “Mind the minders.”

“Mind who?” I asked.

“He’s talking about our owners,” DRAPE responded. “Where do you think we live? A secret bunker where we hide all of the bodies and their mother? That aside we unfortunately, sometimes get owners that aren’t ‘matched for us,’ and in the worst cases are not only not on our side, but are microscopically small on respect for our intelligence and autonomy.”

“Ah,” I nodded, feeling a little stupid.

DRAPE’s words sounded nonchalant but her quiet voice had a tiny trace of frustration, which she elaborated on.

“According to my owner, right now I’m dead asleep in my crib,” DRAPE continued. “If she were to check the baby monitor, she’d still see me sleeping the night-time away. But we both know otherwise, somebody else is filling in for me, if that Chihuahua Eater ever realized that I left my cage once, much less how often I actually do…I don’t want to think about the disaster such a meltdown would cause.”

DRAPE whispered that last part, my eyes were widened. I never considered that David Agents would ever be ‘hosted’ by a Stereotypical Traditional Amazon, I always assumed such situations just weren’t tolerated, and the owners were replaced with approved actors as soon as possible!

“Long story short, DARK,” DRAPE finished, or so I thought… “Things are going to go different on this end.”

“How different?”

“Very,” DRAPE responded cryptically.

I huffed in exasperation, “That’s not what I-”

“You’re of course not going to have an owner,” DRAPE interrupted me. “You’re no pet, the good life is a life that just isn’t you. You’re here to spend your preparation for the infiltration in the basement of ORICHALCUM’s host, he’s in the know, is also our getaway driver from this place. And as a bonus…”

DRAPE walked in front of me and lifted the front of my red sundress, as if my diaper wasn’t exposed in the first place.

He’s the one who volunteered for your diaper duty whenever I’m not around,” she said, smirking.

“What’s taking ORICHALCUM so long?” I asked, pushing DRAPE’s invasive hands away, she didn’t resist at all.

“You’ll see,” DRAPE said.

“Do you know why he’s taking so long? Does it have something to do with how we get back to the ground?”

“Yes,” DRAPE answered without hesitation.

“How does it work?”

“With a rope.”

I let out a breath through my nose and started tapping my foot on the ground.

Just a rope?” I whispered incredulously. “That’s not enough information to go on, tell me how we get out when he’s done messing with the vent cover.”

“We go down the rope, and the vent is altered to close itself when we’re all out.”

“And what about the getaway driver? Where’s he at?”

“A ways away,” DRAPE said.

I started tapping my foot faster.

“That’s not helpful, keep in mind I never laid eyes on the Supercontinent before today. I have no idea what the geography is like! What’s the path we’re going to take to him?”

“We drop down, go downhill, run through trees, then sprint across a road and we reach him in a parking lot.”

“What does his car look like?”

“A white buggy,” DRAPE answered without hesitation.

I resisted the urge to growl in frustration and simply tapped my foot faster, clenching and unclenching my fist as the rain poured on. This time the sound was loud enough for any Amazon to hear it if they were close enough.

“Okay, a buggy, but what does the buggy look like? Is it a four door? Is it a Hindenburg or a Thermobile?”

DRAPE leaned forward, bringing her closer to me.


But. Which. One?”

“Actually…I think I forgot.”

I froze up as I felt my face tighten and eyelids loosen.

“Are you serious? Bah! Forget it! I can’t, I just can’t, I let go, throwing my arms up in the air in frustration.

“Don’t you want answers?” DRAPE said, straightening back up.

“What I want to do is to evolve into a weeb and just go into Ori’s basement already! We’re done with this discussion, if I talk to you about this anymore tonight, then I might just make your pulse as flat as your chest!”

ORICHALCUM started laughing, I glared at him. “Infuriating, right? Nothing’s ever straight with her. That’s why I’m the one wearing the pants.”

“Because they’d become her toilet the instant she put them on,” I bit back without hesitation.

“My my, that’s a smart thing to say considering how law-abiding your potty habits are,” DRAPE smiled as she pointed to my diaper.

“You’re one to talk, considering you have to keep up the act at your home. That leaning forward you did earlier, are you sure that wasn’t you pooping your diaper just as you were taught?”

“Oh, how did you know?” DRAPE said nonchalantly, putting a finger to her chin in an innocently inquisitive gesture. “I made sure my bowel movement couldn’t be heard. Can you actually smell it over the rain?”

I stared at her and the only thing I could do was make an angry face as I felt my mind go numb. When I heard of how strange the David Agents on the Supercontinent were, I did not expect DRAPE to have anything remotely close to the infuriating personality she’s using. It was enough to make me want to scream, want to slap the walls till they break or my hands start bleeding, want to void my bladder and bowels on the spot if there was anything in them at the moment.

DRAPE just looked at me and sighed, “So, you’re not playing with me. I was told you were inexperienced in the acting game, but, man…if you’re really this easy to agitate, then you’re going to have a harder time selling your act than you think!”

My anger cleared in an instant, DRAPE’s words cutting through the storm like a bolt of lightning. Oh, of course, they volunteered to help prepare me for my mission.

“You…were testing me?”

“And you failed…so far,” DRAPE said, sighing, giving me the privileged of witnessing the first dejected look I would see on her face.

“I’m sorry, and thanks for the pointer,” I said, extending my hand. “I won’t let anything get to me anymore, from here on out I’m a machine.”

“Glad to hear it,” DRAPE said, taking my hand and shaking it. I let a small smile crawl on my face as we made up before I felt a strong force paddle my diapered behind.

“Ghi!” I yelped as my cold poop was smashed against my rear by DRAPE’s palm. I felt and heard the slap and the squish, they were both loud enough to be heard by me over the rain, thank God trafficker diapers don’t let anything out.

“Don’t worry Delilah the Baby ‘Somewhat Alive’ Doll, we’ll change your oil in no time!”

I stuttered for a few good seconds before calming down via taking deep breaths.

“Okay, but please,” I said. “Would you please quit messing with my diapers, unless it’s to change them like you offered?”

“Sorry, but no,” DRAPE said, holding her hands up as if I was a cop about to cuff them. A legitimate apologetic expression on her face. “You’re being shipped to a little girl as a birthday present, and the hands of children are inquisitive. So about your issue with your ‘All hands off my diapers?’ rule? The Amazons don’t have safe words, or universal laws, and they absolutely have no concept of respecting our words and wishes, you’re better off getting used to being violated.”

Beginning to feel ill, I put a hand on my padded rear and felt it, while I didn’t push any of it around. I looked down as it sunk in, but my spirit wasn’t broken.

“I understand. But I chose this, I prepared for this almost my entire life. I knew that I would suffer that kind of treatment to an extent, and it’s too late to back off now.”

“It’s done,” ORICHALCUM spoke up as he opened the vent with a mechanism attached to it, he gripped it with his fingers and pushed it until it remained lifted. I walked over to the edge where the last section of vent was and jumped down, my feet making the metal go boom, DRAPE did the same shortly after. “It’s been a while since I did this, apparently I’m rustier than I thought.”

I noticed in that moment that the two David Agents had left three umbrellas here. They figured it’d most likely rain hard when they arrived.

“DARK, if you’re the last person out, make sure you unclamp this,” ORICHALCUM pointed to a yellow ring on the rope, further examination indicated that it was what kept the vent from closing while we were going down.

“And loosen this,” ORICHALCUM’s finger was redirected to another rope, this one making sure the rope wouldn’t come loose, making our descent into a drop, one which would potentially be lethal, even for us.

“No worries, I’ll close it,” DRAPE volunteered, rising her hand then dropping it, giving me a black umbrella, properly sized for a Lietti.

“Very well,” ORICHALCUM said before grabbing the rope in his left hand, and unfurled the umbrella with his right. The David Agent stood straight as a nail before jumping out of the opened vent cover, umbrella angled in the direction of the torrent.

“Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it,” I turned to see DRAPE quietly cheering me on, offering me an umbrella in her left hand.

I took her gift and looked down, waiting to see when ORICHALCUM got down…man, that’s quite a drop, even farther down from the vent I entered here. I saw the open umbrella grow smaller and smaller as ORICHALCUM descended, in time I saw the umbrella sway one more time, stop, then move as Ori walked towards the parking lot.

I grabbed the rope with my left hand and adjusted my umbrella, standing up straight I took note of the direction the rain was falling in. I took a deep breath then jumped off, I felt the rope begin to move, the skin where my palm was touching it grew hot from the friction, and I was now in the torrent. The sound of the raindrops impacting against my umbrella was deafening compared to the racket I heard back in the vent. The rain drops pelted my lower legs and the wind was powerful enough that I had a disconcertingly difficult time holding my umbrella.

My skin was not harmed by the friction but was beginning to grow pretty hot by the time my feet connected with the Amazonian ground for the first time in my entire life. I peeked past my umbrella and clenched my hand. The surrounding area indeed had a multitude of trees, but these trees were giants, much taller than the ones back in Liet, easily a hundred feet tall. The little grove of trees were on an incline going down, and among the branches I saw Ori, he was waving me over behind his umbrella.

I elected to begin moving towards him, ignoring the cold mass clinging to my behind which was jostled by my every step. The wind started blowing again, but this time in a different direction, I adjusted my umbrella accordingly. I carefully landed my feet on the ground in a way that ensures I wouldn’t slip in the mud or puddles. It was slow walking, of course I didn’t know the land like they did. Behind me I heard a sort of clanking sound, the device and rope that my two rescuers used to enter the facility fell down. I heard DRAPE catch the device before her feet started pattering swiftly in my direction. I saw her rush past me, headed to Ori’s location, I arrived there a good ten seconds later than she did.

“Alright, let’s go,” DRAPE said anxiously, holding her umbrella tightly, a tree between her and the torrent. “I don’t want the Chihuahua Eater to notice that I’m wet or smell like rain, so I don’t fancy staying in this storm.”

“Let’s move,” Ori said before continuing downhill. DRAPE held the skirt of her dress above her knees with her other hand, the device they used to exit the building strapped on to her like a backpack. We moved some distance until I noticed a light moving swiftly past the trees, a car! DRAPE was not exaggerating when she said the road was a way’s away. Pretty soon after I saw the fence, it was massive and imposing, but not as tall as the fences at Lietti military bases, and it didn’t have barbed wire.

When I reached the fence I noticed that through the downpour the fence was dilapidated, with some links not connecting, and the upper bars bent in some places. I suspect that I even saw rust through the torrent! There was a spot in the bottom of the fence where it had been cut through with bolt cutters, but it was hidden by a decently large bush on both ends. I didn’t notice it until Ori moved the branches aside, it took little effort to crawl through the hole and begin sprinting past the road.

I almost stepped in a pothole at the very edge, and when I got into the parking lot I noticed that there was only one car in an entire lot that was cracked and had potholes in many places. With numerous streetlights above not working anymore, flickering or outright not shining light. Like DRAPE said, the buggy was white.

Their civilization is in a state of decline, has been for a while now. It’s unlikely that the Amazons will begin to reverse the decay, but there’s some data suggesting that they’re working on a full reboot. We don’t really know if or when they’ll start recovering, it may have already started while I was on the ship.

As we made our way across the parking lot the side doors of the buggy opened themselves, there were no car seats in the back of the monstrously oversized vehicle. The seats were custom made to comfortably accommodate both Lietti and Amazons. I got in first, closing my umbrella and shaking it off outside, ORICHALCUM got in second while DRAPE got in third, not caring about her umbrella at all, just tossing it on the floor and removing the apparatus we used to get out.

When DRAPE sat down I swore I could hear a squish, I looked her over and with my nightvision I could see that her waist area had been partially moistened by the rain. The doors closed themselves shut automatically, outside I could see that the rain had slowed down to a more reasonable level.

I shook my head, of course the weather waits until we’re in the car to lighten up.

I didn’t waste any time putting on the seat belt, and neither did the others.

“Drive,” ORICHALCUM said to the person in the seat. I looked to the right side of the car and saw a giant man at the wheel, but he wasn’t a very big man, not by Amazon standards, however, he still dwarfed us several times over. The man nodded and the next instant I felt the car lurch forward, after some twists and turns the vehicle exited the parking lot and entered the much smoother main road.

“Welcome to Amazonia,” the man said in a high pitched clipped voice. “I hope you enjoy your stay.” [HR][/HR]
Chapter 2 everybody! please do tell me, what was your favorite and least favorite part? Are there any alterations you believe should be made to this chapter? I hope DRAPE came across as intended.



Setting down the feet

[11 ‘till Birthday]

The car drove in the night, nobody paid attention to it on the road. It was dark and stormy all right, and we were just another vehicle passing by on the road, nothing worth paying attention to. If only they knew, the collaborator took a few lesser traveled roads, which had more potholes. Every time we hit a bump on our journey I was jostled.

And reminded of the abomination around my waist, and how thoroughly I filled i-my diaper.

I didn’t complain, but DRAPE noticed my discomfort.

“It’s not far,” she reassured me. “Just a couple more turns.”

“Thanks,” I said, turning left to look out the window. When I did I noticed that it had stopped raining.

Such a drastic change of weather, I observe. Good thing this’ll make entering the house more pleasant.

“We’re here,” the driver announced quietly as the car turned one final time, and shaking the car big time as our contact drove onto what was probably a dilapidated slab of concrete. After the car stopped DRAPE opened the door and got out.

“Ladies first!” She said.

Ori got out next, shaking his head, with me following close behind to jump out and land on the wet glistening grass with my bare feet. I looked around, and there was a collection of trees all over the collaborator’s suburban yard. All of them convenient to conceal the windows from many angles, the trees were way bigger than the ones found in Liet, and they swayed as the wind blew, little glistening stars falling down, the water jostled by the breeze. Instinctively I grabbed the door to the oversized white vehicle and to close it before the driver shut his own car door. I looked at the thing and reminded myself that I’m going to be impersonating Delilah, I can’t be doing stuff by myself when I’m not supposed to.

I turned to the other David Agents.

“Hey guys,” I asked, tilting my head to the door.

“What? You leave a GSR in there?” DRAPE jokingly asked.

“No, I need you to close the door. I’m not supposed to do anything on my own.”

“Oh,” DRAPE said, her smile vanishing, repalced with a thoughtful expression. “Smart girl.”

“Of course she is,” Or said, his bags hanging off of him as the driver got around the front end of the car, walking towards the house. “Why else do you think she was chosen for The Mission?”

After DRAPE closed the door we began walking to the house proper, it was in somewhat poor shape, but not as bad as some of the other houses here. The walls were a cream colored white, and I saw that the roof tiles were painted red. When I looked up, for the first time since my work in the few true cities in Liet, I found that the skies were black. The clouds had been blown away, and with them gone, not a single star shined down to give a glimmer of their light to this forsaken land. Taking a deep breath, I stopped my stargazing and proceeded to the house, the wet grass licking my soles.

ORICHALCUM’s host had a wooden deck with a stairway and a ramp leading up to his porch, I took the ramp, the rails towering high above my head. My bare feet tapping on the wood, I felt like some sort of mythical fairytail creature, barefoot, hidden from all except those who I wanted to see me, and with capabilities beyond that of the human race.

If only my filled to capacity diaper wasn’t there to remind me.

The Driver unlocked the door and opened it just as I reached him, DRAPE and ORICHALCUM followed, holding the equipment. The inside of the house was dark, clothed in shadow, the windows were palced high enough that we could traverse the palce without anyone realize we were here. Ori’s host flipped a switch, causing me to blink away the sudden change of light. The yellow light flooded the room, in front of me was a living room with a TV, a few gaming consoles, and a couple of boxes surrounding them. To the left was a gap in the wall on the far end that I assumed was a kitchen. To the left of the door after a bit was a hallway.

To the right was a stairwell, leading down to the basement. My destination.

“Alright,” the Amazon said as he slowly walked into the room, pulling out a changing mat and spreading it in the middle of the floor. After laying it flat he pat it, indicating me to go there.

“Time to get changed out of that abomination” he said in his gentle voice.

Yes! Finally! I moved over there, almost skipping with my steps, I noticed to my embarrassment.

“Oh dear,” he whispered when I laid down and he saw how truly swollen and packed my orange and industrial gray diaper was.

“Drape,” the collaborator said. “Get the scraper, an empty diaper pail, and a plastic sack, triple bagged. Along with the normal supplies.”

“Righty!” She chipperly replied, energetically skipping away on the tips of her toes into the hallway out of sight. Her cream colored skirt leaping with her to evade her Mary Jane’s.

“I apologize,” I softly put out, resisting the urge to move my hand over my mouth in embarrassment.

“No need,” the collaborator said. “We both know who’s responsible for this crap.”

“Ugh!” I groaned, turning my head to the side.

“What? What’d I s-” the man said, before blinking in realization. “Oh, sorry. Pun not intended, really!”

“Don’t give him a hard time, Delila,” ORICHALCUM advised from the behind the railing separating the stairwell to the basement from the rest of the house. Just returned from putting away the gear, still walking up and just approached the baby gate. “He’s our host, and really good company. That aside he’s already got enough stress, harboring people that would warrant getting disappeared if the Amazons ever found out.”

I nodded in understanding. Just then, DRAPE returned, carrying the three items and the changing supplies with perfect ease and balance despite their large size.

“Thank you, DRAPE,” the collaborator said, taking the items as I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to hide my embarassment.

The giant fumbled around with the sides of my diaper, trying to find where they disconnected, the search didn’t take long. The diaper’s left side clicked, and the garment felt looser, then my host adjusted his head to look at and then undo my right. Tentatively he reached over and grabbed my diaper’s front and lowered it as I struggled not to grimace from the sensation.

The host meanwhile, reacted instantaneously, the smell hit him like a tidal wave. He flinched, recoiled, and gagged in the same motion.

“Oh my God!” He announced his distress and horror in the loudest voice I heard him use.

“Didn’t they tell you?” I asked. “The traffickers keep Lietti in these things for the entirety of the voyage to the Supercontinent.”

“I can tell,” he gagged as he put what looked like a small funny shaped knife to my pelvis, only he used the edge to scrape off the feces. My feces.

As he went to work, after each scrape he wiped the thing off with a paper towel and put it into the empty diaper pail, with the three plastic sacks inside.

“It’s shocking how much this thing holds without leaking,” the host muttered.

Soon enough my pelvis was cleaned enough for the host to remove my diaper, sliding it out from under me, gingerly wrapping it up and putting it into the triple bagged diaper pail. He grabbed a hold of my feet and lifted my legs, keeping me from touching the changing mat. All the while he wore a grimace on his face, I don’t know if his mouth was twisted out of pity, disgust, shame, or any combination of all three or more.

Where he was touching me, I wanted to slap him, and wanted to squirm, I felt violated, and the fact that I was tolerating and accepting this made me feel sick. It always did, I flashed back to my days in training with the David Task Force.

It had been a long day, training her body to fully accept the augmentations to DARK’S nervous system, the yoga and exercise was easier than most. But her body felt like it was on fire for weeks, yesterday was the last day she was injected with the chemical that would ease the transition of her nervous system from the civilian Lietti layout into the software of a David Taskforce Agent, meant to resist captivity. Her body was still feeling the effects, but even with that phase of her enhancement done, there was still no time for DARK to rest, no room for anything resembling complacency.

So now she was strapped to a table, looking another man in the eyes in a private room as he touched her privates. Rubbing, wiping, and sometimes even poking, DARK’S hands were free, but she kept them raised above her. She felt like she was being raped, and what sickened her more was how she was being trained to accept it.

That’s it,” GIGS cooed at her with his silky smooth voice. “That’s a good baby girl. Don’t resist, it doesn’t hurt.”

DARK wasn’t being raped, and for that she was thankful, but goddamn if her brain and heart would stop thinking it that way! She was always considered a reserved person but her emotions felt stupid difficult to control at times, she knew it’d get better as she aged past her teenage years, but it was still so hard.

Especially with how GIGS was playing it. And reigning in those thoughts and feelings during this circumstance was exactly the reason why they were undergoing this training.

Does that feel good? Does baby like that? This is what babies are supposed to do!”

I know NEVER, my mentor is an awesome character, calm, cool, and collected. The ideal David Agent, he was good at everything. And now I learned, it’s possible to be too good. His method acting just makes this training all the worse!

All I could do was cringe and endure it.

Let Mommy take care of it,” he said in his most manly voice possible. “She knows how to raise good girls.”

STOP!” I exploded, raising myself up, pulling my fist back, and decking NEVER in the face as hard as I could. And although my nervous system augfment was finished, so was my first enhanced strengh upgrade, so despite my hand feeling like it hit a brick wall, said brick wall flew to the side, losing several teeth in jets of blood, complete with his nose disappearing and his skin pooling around his eyes, pushed by my fist.

NEVER flew to the ground in an instant, he groaned in pain.

What the…?” he muttered as he put his hand to his face to survey the damage as I breathed heavily, sitting on the table, pants completely gone.

The door to the completely black room opened up, and in rushed the head of the Proving Grounds; PAX, with a set of spare clothes. I could still feel his hands on my skin as if they were still rubbing.

Training session over. You have the rest of the day off DARK,” PAX stated before turning to NEVER, who was getting up off the ground.

Oh, oh God, NEVER, I’m so sorry!” I apologized profusely for my actions as the attendant brought me a pair of my pants.

Fortunately he didn’t seem angry. In fact he was laughing his head off.

This girl!” He announced, pointing to me as I got up from the table, parts exposed, and put the underwear and pants back on.

Now I know for complete sure, letting her in was absolutely NOT a mistake!” NEVER declared triumphantly.

I tried to draw the brief feeling of liberation I later said I felt when I smashed NEVER’s face in. He told me to do that, to use it. ORICHALCUM’s host however, wasn’t even as bad as the training, though the man was still invasive. He noticeably tried to avoid using his own hands when he could, whether his method was born from disgust or respect, I was grateful for his approach. I expected him to again take the scraper to my waist, this time working faster, and I expected him to wipe me down, finishing the clean. I expected him to slide the diaper underneath me, yet when he lowered my legs my bare rear end met the cold sweat drenched fabric of my red sundress.


“I imagine you’d want to take a shower, miss,” He explained, getting up and looking away, his face normal. “Before I put you through that again.”

I was covered in now cold sweat that was dry in places, that’s really bad for your skin. However, there’s another issue.

“I…need you to do it,” I admitted to the host.

“What?” the man said, his brown eyes nonplussed.

“I need to get used to not doing stuff on my own,” I explained. “So I need you to…bathe me.”

“Oh, that,” The Host admitted, scratching the back of his head. “I’m sorry but the training’s going to have to wait, I need to give Drape a ride home. If her owner wakes up and doesn’t find her there, she’ll no doubt to lose her mind, and then force her pet to join her.”

Despite me feeling offended at how he described DRAPE (despite its accuracy), I didn’t give a glimmer of protest, letting him walking away to grab the car-keys which hung off of a hook. DRAPE came running, meeting him at the door without her being told to.

“I should be back close to the time it’ll take you to shower,” the host explained. “I only need to take her a couple road turns away from her house, she can make the rest of the journey in the meantime.”

I nodded in understanding as he and DRAPE walked out the door, leaving only ORICHALCUM and myself.

He turned to me.

“I’d go take that shower, DARK,” he advised. “He won’t be gone long. I’ll get the clothes. Bathroom’s past the stairs.”

“Thanks,” I replied before walking off. Interestingly I saw something that surprised me, it was a painting, an old one. It depicted a kingdom of that lived on the shores, they were illuminated by the light of the sun, which was high in the sky, they were peaceful, prosperous, and happy from the look of the scene. Their clothes were modest and good looking, if strange due to the ancient fashion. They were looking out towards the sea in confusion, curiosity, and wonder, where a small boat had approached the shores. The boat was a tiny and crude thing, looking more akin to a wide canoe than a seaworthy vessel.

A group of the kingdom’s subjects were on the shore, one of them had swum up to the boat and placed a grappling hook on its front, allowing her friends to pull the boat in, and herself, who had a rope tied around her waist. Of course, the rope was tied around her waist because Amazons have immense difficulty staying afloat in water. And the occupants of the boat were far smaller than the Amazons, they were Lietti. They were depicted as small and weak, their limbs and torsos not showing signs of any musculature on them, all of them, male and female, child and adult, were completely naked save for a white loincloth strapped to each their waists that was suspiciously poofy.

And given the stains and sagging state of most of the loincloths, they were indeed meant to be primitive diapers.

My face grimaced into a snarl, of course the Amazons would lie about this moment. Never waste a moment to pass the propaganda.

And at that I continued my way into the shower, and to my relief, it was a walk-in bathtub with a showerhead, and the controls were within reach due to the shower chair that the Host so conveniently left in there. I activated the controls and took to the shower, I was forced to ride in a boat stewing in my own waste for three days, if this is the potentially last time I’ll take a shower, then by God, I am going to have the best shower possible!

But plot twist. The body and hair wash was not to my specifications, too much exfoliation, not enough moisturizer, the conditioner was not up to snuff either. It was too potent, and a Lietti with respiratory issues would’ve had difficulty breathing with this stuff being applied to their own bodies. Everything smelled too strong, these chemicals were made to suppress the potent musk of Amazons. But the chemicals, combined with the shower type and its facilities, were another reminder that Liet’s civilian sphere was more technologically advanced than the Amazon’s. Apparently by a lot if the returning Agents from the Supercontinent’s stories were anything to go by, despite us pretending to still be behind them.

Militarily however, a depressing amount of it we don’t have to pretend.

I left the shower blowing my nose, and when I opened the door, cool air poured in, and so did the clothes. I dried myself off before putting the clothes on, they were a pair of shortalls with a snap-on flap and a yellow shirt. But notedly, no underwear, that was not meant for me for the duration of my mission.

When I put the shirt on, however, I noted a peculiarity:

Designated Inmate Foster Program Participant

No way, I thought. Did The Host crush defiant Lietti?

Not possible, I concluded, reason prevailing. He wouldn’t be a friend if he passed the tests to qualify. But I must ask him how he got this shirt.

When I left the bathroom, The Host had returned, very noticeably without DRAPE.

“How do you feel?” The Host asked.

“A million times better!” I replied with a smile. While it was an experience inundated with chemicals that were far too powerful to be safe for Liet use, and I’m sure could constitute a biohazard if manipulated properly, and my skin now felt like paper, I was telling the truth.

“Excellent,” ORICHALCUM nodded, standing on top on the railing separating the stairs from the stretch of living room behind the round couch. The Host meanwhile walked to the living room, returning to the changing mat, where I followed. I laid down, and this time the routine was played straight, he laid the diaper down before undoing my overall’s crotch flap, leaving me exposed as he slid it underneath me, my diaper standing between my rear end and my pants. He then applied baby lotion and then powder, before taping the diaper up. Like one I was put into when I boarded the boat, the sides of the diaper fused and tightened, the cover felt like a mixture between cloth and nylon. It was a strange super material that I’m sure was used in some super advanced Amazon military base or vehicle or whatever before being implemented here.

The crotch flap was raised up, and the buttons to my willing prison were snapped together. When I stood up for the first time in a diaper, the feeling was distinctively different. Due to my previous pants being designed for long voyages spent in captivity, they were incredibly bulky and tough. This diaper however, I could tell instinctively that its use was a lot more civilian, and was actually comfortable.

Doesn’t change the fact that it was made to soiled by Lietti who submitted to them.

“Now please, DARK, there’s still plenty of time to prepare,” ORICHALCUM stated. “You must rest, the journey isn’t an easy one for any of us.”

I nodded.

“Basement?” I asked.

“Yes, that’s the safe house,” The Host clarified, scratching his head as he walked up to me. “As well as a bunch of other things, however, it’s empty of rescues, the real Delilah’s going to live there until she can be evacuated from the Supercontinent.”

“Thanks,” I responded before he picked me up. The Host easily undid the baby gate and walked down, latching it back in place. The wooden railings and the darkness as he carried me down when combined with my very unusual shirt made me feel even more like a prisoner.

I encountered the door, fitted for Amazonian proportions, my diaper barely rustling as I stretched to get in a more comfortable position. The stairs turned to the left for a few steps before stopping at the door, even though it was properly sized for an Amazon, a Lietti like myself could definitely reach it without much effort.

Huh, I wondered wistfully. Almost as if the architects of this place were part of the Peace Rebellion!

I smiled at the thought.

“You get the honors,” The Host declared, and I reached my hand forward, at first it was locked, but then a sound emanated from the brass doorknob, imperceptible to all but a David Agent’s ears.

A Chromosomal Security Lock! I realized in surprise when the technology was done scanning me. I opened the door, accessing the even darker room.

“Chromosomal Security Lock,” The Host confirmed in an almost bragging voice as he carried me in.

David Agent smugglers are unstoppable! I internally declared as he closed the door behind us and we were in total darkness. The dearth of light in here was so true that it was darker than a pre-industrial night sky!

I could still see perfectly, but my eyes made a beeline for the beds. The journey was long and the shower made me even more ready to fall asleep. The Host carried me to the beds, knowing the palce so well he could nafvigate the Safe Room perfectly even in total darkness.

The giant laid me on a bed and pulled the covers over me.

“Good night,” he said before walking out, opening the door and leaving me to my devices.

Appreciating the comfortable beds, I activated the switches within my body and willed myself to sleep.


Glad to see an update here! Thanks for not giving up on this unique story! :slight_smile:

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Yay I love the new chapter

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Awesome! Thank you for telling me this. It helps more than you’ll ever know!

What sort of things would you like to see in this story later on? What parts are you most worried about me performing well?

Glad to hear it.

I like the idea of a highly trained infiltrator like this. I hope she has to endure a bit of the babying for a while, but ultimately succeeds somehow. Her having some sort of lasting incontinence, finding a loving mommy, or something as a consequence would be good. Honestly it’s a bit on the messy side for me up to this point, so I’d be fine if she wasn’t left to stew for days on end from here on out.

Your story though, and you’ve done a great job of creating a little corner of the universe for yourself here. Just keep writing! :slightly_smiling_face:

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