It's the Little Choices - Updated Epilogue [Diaper Dimension]

“No, Aimee, for the millionth time, I won’t diaper you. You’re my roommate, not my baby. I’m sorry your job sucks, but do you really want to just throw away your adulthood?” Fiona was exasperated at her roommate’s constant attempts to get her to Amazon-up and baby her. She kept finding Little goods catalogs casually left around the apartment, showing happy Amazon mommies cuddling their fully-grown adult Littles. They watched the news together, they both knew how bad it could be on other islands. Catalon, for example, didn’t even see Littles as persons. They were second-class citizens at best, pets at worst. No Little there went undiapered. Here on Gaule things were drastically different. Gaule still had a thriving native Little population, most of them fully functioning adults.

“Fiona, c’mon… we’ve known each other forever. You can’t honestly say you haven’t wanted to see me in a diaper, even one time?” Aimee blinked her long black eyelashes at her roommate. She had her blonde hair in ringlets and was wearing a pink t-shirt with Tinkerbell on it, Patron Saint of Diapered Littles, under her shortalls. She purposefully dressed in a way that made her cute and vulnerable. She had the blonde hair and blue eyes that most Amazons prized, but Fiona just wouldn’t budge.

“I can honestly say I have never wanted to see you in a diaper, you silly Little. If you want to be adopted that badly, why don’t you just go stand in the middle of a store and pee yourself?” Fiona folded her arms across her chest, covering up the TARDIS on her worn t-shirt. She leaned away slightly from her pushy roomie.

“Owie,” Aimee frowned, “I don’t want just anyone, Fi… if I did that, who knows what would happen. I could end up in an orphanage or something, I don’t want that. And my job sucks more than you can even imagine. And it’s not like you need my help to pay the rent! You just got promoted AGAIN.” Fiona would be the perfect mommy, Aimee just knew it. She knew that if she could just get her friend to buckle once, to see how wonderful it was to snuggle someone who needed you, everything would just fall into place. She stared up into her friend’s green eyes, reaching up and flipping her tight brown ponytail. Fiona hated makeup and her long hair, she’d shave it off if she could, but she needed it in her climb to the top at work.

“I have zero interest in taking care of someone’s diapers, and you’re an adult. You’re my friend. We play games and watch movies. And yes, I got promoted but that doesn’t mean you can just give up on being an adult. How is your job that bad?”

“I’m a greeter, Fiona. A greeter. I greet people. I stand on top of a big platform in a cutesy costume and I welcome people into the store. For eight hours. Each day. I already wear diapers at the store, they’re not a big deal. They’re actually really comfy. I hate changing myself though, and I hate using our stupid giant toilet here.” Fiona didn’t mind all the Little-aid devices that were around the house that allowed Aimee to live a normal, adult life. The ladder on the toilet didn’t seem like it would be that bad to her.

“Tough nuggets, Aims. I’m not changing your diapers, you aren’t my Little. If you’re so keen on being a baby, why haven’t you put out an ad or gotten adopted by someone while you’re on the job?”
“Oh yeah, I want someone I don’t know, or someone who works at the same awful store as I do as my mommy. No. My badge says clearly that I’m licensed, nobody can claim me without my permission. I give you permission!” Aimee flung herself into Fiona’s arms, knocking Fiona’s controller out of her hands, clutching at her shirt and clinging to her.

“Ugh,” Fiona pushed the Little back onto her own couch cushion, “For the last time, no. And it’s your turn to cook tonight. Finish your move in the game and go start dinner while I take my turn.”

“It’s not fair,” Aimee whined, turning back to the TV and picking up her controller, “I thought all you Amazons had crazy hormones that made you want to baby cute Littles like me.” Aimee put in her orders, instructing her civilization that all Littles should be diapered no matter what, which caused her international reputation to plummet. She ended up making choices like these in most of the games they played, Littles ended up diapered like it was the way things were supposed to be. Fiona thought her dear friend should probably visit a therapist to talk about it, but any time she pressed the issue, things went very badly.

“You’re not as cute as you think,” Fiona tickled her roommate as she delivered the joke, “And who would honestly want to wipe someone else’s butt? I’ve never understood it.”

“You’re supposed to want to, we’re supposed to be irresistible. I know it’s not me, I get asked to come home with a customer at least once a week,” Aimee sighed, knowing not to push this too far, Fiona would get really upset if anyone implied she was abnormal, “I just wish you wanted me that way, Fi. You’re really great.” Fiona allowed Aimee to lay her blonde curls across her Amazon lap. Aimee finished her turn from this odd angle, it didn’t matter that they watched each others’ turns - they always had it set so they were in a permanent alliance. It was always the two of them against the world.

With a dramatic sigh, Aimee put the controller down on the coffee table and trudged to the kitchen. Aimee was actually a really good cook, she had this knack for knowing exactly what spices and what proportions to use, she never used a cookbook or a recipe. Tonight was chicken enchiladas, one of Fiona’s absolute favorite of Aimee’s dishes. Fiona chose to dream of her wonderful, gooey, cheesy chicken delights rather than focusing on how Aimee was getting incredibly pushy again. She hadn’t pushed this hard in a while, things must actually be pretty rough at her job. The last time she got in a big fight at work, before she changed jobs, Aimee had actually started having “accidents” in the apartment, but Fiona had made it clear that she was either to take care of her own diapers or find another place to live. They’d been friends forever, but she just wasn’t going to deal with that. Aimee’s bladder control returned miraculously shortly afterward.

Aimee was right, they didn’t need her money to pay for anything in the apartment. Fiona had just made VP at work and money was not an issue… but she really, truthfully had no interest in owning a Little. She never had, no one in her family did. She had grown up very nearby a Little community and had been friends with many in her youth, the thought of treating her good friend like a baby was just weird. She didn’t understand why anyone would want it at all. Littles were adults, they weren’t as smart or as strong as an Amazon, but they grew up and learned things and had thoughts and feelings just like anyone. They could be productive members of society, they could fall in love. Not that Fiona understood a lot about love, either.

She focused on her turn, using her civilization to make peace on behalf of their alliance. The President of her democratic government was a Little, and had to spend a lot of time explaining her backwards partner’s anti-Little attitudes. Honestly, it made the game more challenging. Fiona hated it when they teamed up and the game was too easy, she may as well just play solitaire. But she got to build up her military to defend Aimee’s borders and work out the diplomacy, while at the same time protecting her own Littles from the worldwide attitude shift that Aimee’s civ caused.

Dinner was wonderful as always, Aimee put Fiona’s own culinary skills completely to shame. The spanish rice and black beans were perfect. Fiona took just a moment to wipe the footprints off the countertops, it was totally and completely worth it. As was the deal, Fiona took care of all of the dishes on Aimee’s night to cook. She helped Aimee down from her Littles chair and took her cartoonish pony plate and rubber fork. Aimee bought those with her own money, she wasn’t going to make her get rid of them. If Aimee really wanted to wear diapers and be a baby, that was fine… as long as she did her share of the chores, kept cooking her wonderful meals, and took care of her own diapers. In fairness, Aimee’s share of the chores was smaller. She had to go to extra effort to make meals large enough to satisfy Fiona’s Amazonian hunger so Fiona took care of the majority of the chores in general, especially the ones that would require more strength than Aimee had. Fiona took care of most of the dishes and the garbage, Aimee did a lot of the cooking and always took care of her own laundry.

As usual, the pair stayed up a little bit too late playing their game. Aimee fell asleep on the couch during a particularly difficult turn for Fiona, who carried her off to bed and tucked her in. Aimee had to struggle very hard not to smile as her giant friend carried her, cradled in her strong arms. She “fell asleep” like this quite often, she’d hate to tip off Fiona that it wasn’t always real. Being carried was addictive though, Fiona was always so careful, so gentle. Before leaving the Little’s bedroom with its tiny furniture, she shook her head as she picked up a fallen pacifier and dropped it on Aimee’s desk. She slipped out quietly and closed the door, then closed the smaller, Little door as well with a soft click.

Fiona was pretty sure that her Little friend’s longing was just a “grass is always greener” situation, she wouldn’t actually like life as a babified Little. And even though she had mentioned it, she would be heartbroken if an Amazon came and took her best friend away from her. Somehow she didn’t think she’d be able to go have video game playdates as a visitor in a nursery. She sighed as she climbed into her own normal-sized bed, fully expecting to wake up to Aimee snuggled in her arms in the morning. The thought brought a smile. They were best friends, but Fiona really did love Aimee in a way. She wasn’t exactly sure in what way, and she wouldn’t ever call the feeling “love”, but she knew it was there.

Her thoughts turned to the stresses of her new position. She was rubbing elbows with a different class of people now, there was a big difference between being a Senior Director in the firm and a Vice-President. Tomorrow was the start of her second week in her new office on the 14th floor, and she was still finding her footing. She wasn’t used to having a secretary or having to talk to people outside the firm as part of the job. It was a new skill set she was having to hone. She had the knowledge and the expertise from the internal-facing side, but she had to succeed in this external interfacing capacity if she were going to continue her climb. It had been a long, hard road but she hadn’t reached the peak yet. And she wasn’t going to give that dream up for anything. Fiona was on a path to make her mark on the whole world, not just to help bring products to the market that made Little lives easier in Gaule, she wanted to reach a position where she could help Native Littles everywhere.


Chapter Two

Aimee struggled down from the booster seat in the back seat of the car and let herself out. She crossed in front of Fiona’s car and waved to her friend to let her know she was okay. Aimee still had to go put on her uniform, it was in the breakroom with her work diapers. Fiona waved back, her hair coiffed perfectly and her dark blue suit immaculate. A gold bracelet glinted on Fiona’s wrist as she waved, and then she was gone. Off to live the life of someone with power, while Aimee struggled into her diaper and her hated costume to stand and wave at people who barely paid her any mind. She wished that Fiona would change her mind, even if it was just for a week, and let her be the baby. Stay home, watch TV, snuggle… it sounded amazing. The ultimate vacation, free from all cares and worries, she wouldn’t have to do anything at all…

“Hey mascot,” the voice snapped her back to reality. Kurt. “Need help getting into your diapers?”

“Kurt, that sounds suspiciously like sexual harassment to me, do I need to go talk with Helen again?” Aimee whirled on him, hands on her hips. Kurt was a jerk, he was only a couple of feet taller than her. He was one of those In-Betweeners who made themselves feel better by being mean to Littles, he was the personification of the idiom ‘Shit rolls downhill’. His greasy brown mop hung down into his eyes and his face was broken out in blemishes, he just didn’t seem to care enough to take care of himself. He wore the standard uniform, black slacks with a brown collared shirt. He leered at her as he responded.

“Offering to help a Little into a diaper isn’t sexual harassment any more than offering to help a fish flopping on the ground back into the water. You know where you belong, baby girl. Like all Littles, you’re just waiting for the right Amazon to scoop you up and whisk you off to a life of bottles and diapers. Everyone knows you like your work uniform.”

“Go fuck yourself, Kurt,” the Little stormed off toward the employee ready area, Kurt couldn’t see the tears in her eyes as she left. What hurt the most was that he was right, though. If Fiona offered to sweep her away to a life of cribs and bottles, she’d take it with glee. It was her favorite fantasy. But Kurt made her feel like she was betraying Littles everywhere just by having these feelings.

Being Little in an Amazon’s world sucks, why shouldn’t I want to be cared for and loved? Work sucks, having to struggle to climb everything sucks, finding transportation sucks. Why is it so wrong to want Fiona to just pick me up and carry me? If diapers go with that, fine by me - they’re cute and comfy anyway. She was consumed by her thoughts as she locked the door of the employee ready room and stripped. I should probably go to the bathroom first, she thought - she almost always did that first, but Kurt threw her routine off. She laid down and powdered herself as best she could, pulling the medical-looking plain white diaper up between her legs and fastening the tapes. She’d be standing up on the greeting platform for the next eight hours with only a few breaks and the bathroom was on the other side of the store. She had learned quickly that if she spent her break time using the bathroom… she never got a break.

Aimee toddled out of the ready room in her neck-to-toe teddy bear costume, the round ear headband atop her blonde curls. The original costume had a head, but they found the customers responded much better to Aimee’s bouncing locks, so the manager modified it. They’d actually done an empirical study and discovered that Aimee provided a not insignificant boost in sales when she was the greeter… but they didn’t tell her that, of course.

“Hey Aimee,” Helen’s voice came from behind Aimee as she toddled toward the front of the store, “Need a lift?”

“Sure, I’d like that,” Aimee agreed, raising her arms. She liked being carried in general, especially when she was having trouble getting around like she did in the bear costume. Helen was a true giantess, too - she was easily a foot taller than the average Amazon, so Aimee felt delightfully small in her arms. Helen scooped her up and smiled down at her as she walked toward the front of the store. “Are you okay? You look a little upset.”

“You mean I look like an upset Little,” Aimee joked, “Kurt was just being a jerk, saying stuff about how Littles belong in diapers, his usual stuff. It just got to me today.”

“I can talk to him if you’d like,” Helen offered, smiling down at Aimee. She had thought about offering to adopt Aimee before, but she had never worked up the courage. Aimee already had to deal with wearing diapers as part of her job, she probably hated the idea of being babied, or so Helen thought. She carried Aimee in one arm and ran her fingers through her short-cut blonde hair. She had brown eyes to Aimee’s blue, but they were similar enough in complexion that you could believe for a moment that Aimee was really Helen’s relative. “He’s got to stop picking on you, it’s unprofessional.”

“Thanks, Helen… but no,” Aimee declined as Helen placed her on the platform above the carts at the front of the store, “I’ll handle it. I’ll try not to let him get me down. Thanks for looking out for me.”

“Any time, Aimee. You’re a good friend to me,” Helen smiled warmly at the Little dressed as a teddy bear, but Aimee didn’t pick up on the sad longing that hid just behind that smile.

“You’re a great friend too, Helen,” she waved as her giant friend walked away. She turned toward the people walking into the store and shouted, “Welcome to Sir Bearington’s! Be sure to check out our special on Little ladders! They’re beary great!”

Fiona pulled the sedan into her designated parking spot, close to the building. Of all the small perks that came with the new title, the reserved spot was one she enjoyed quite a lot. Her car looked a bit out of place, a simple Honda sandwiched in between a pair of BMWs. She didn’t have much practice at being one of the “fancy people”, but this was part of the game you had to play if you wanted enough power to make a real difference. She’d have to upgrade her car soon, after another month or two in her new job. Fiona hated buying things on credit, she had an old-fashioned philosophy of wanting pay for things outright and not be beholden to anyone.

She smoothed a wrinkle from her skirt as she slid out of the car, grabbing her briefcase from the passenger seat. She sighed at the cheeseburger wrappers Aims had left in the back seat, she’d have to get her Little roommate to clean those up, she couldn’t afford the hit to her image at work. They’d just have to excuse her for now, the booster seat would provide all the explanation she needed for the moment. The elevator ride to the 14th floor was pleasant, if a little lonely… as Senior Director she mingled with her product team a lot, now that she was VP she was a little isolated up there with the executives, but this still felt like the right move.

“Good morning, Miss Marr,” Carol’s voice floated across the office as soon as Fiona stepped out of the elevator. This was the hardest thing for her get used to, having a dedicated assistant. She and several other Directors had shared an office assistant before, so it wasn’t the fact that her only job was to help out… it was just that Carol’s only duty at all was to help Fiona. Carol was a little bit older than Fiona, but not by much. Today she was wearing a classic red blouse with a lovely gold necklace that matched her gold hoops, her earlobes exposed by her high braided honey brown hair. She was an earth tone and her makeup was perfect with just a touch of eye shadow ad the faintest gloss on her lips. Carol was an expert at wearing just enough makeup to look like she wasn’t wearing any at all.

“Good morning, Carol. But please, call me Fiona,” Fiona reminded her gently. She’d been with the company for a long time, almost as long as I had, but always as an executive assistant.

“Right, sorry Miss M… Fiona,” Carol was very good at her job, but old habits die hard, “Your 11 AM called, Mr. Whitmore, he can’t come to the office for the meeting today but he said he’d be happy to meet with you at the club.”

The club, Fiona cursed in her head. She didn’t have a membership yet, but she knew she’d need one eventually. Osmium was an fairly exclusive club that many of the movers-and-shakers she’d need to interface with belonged to. A lot of business was done there, and getting on the membership roll was on Fiona’s to do list. It was looking like that one would get crossed off sooner rather than later.

“Please confirm with Mr. Whitmore, I’ll be happy to meet him at Osmium,” she smiled to Carol as she strode into her office, but she wasn’t exactly happy. “Please move my 1 o’clock to allow for travel time.” Carol chirped a confirmation, the one PM was an internal briefing, it could wait. Getting Mr. Whitmore’s agency to approve the new designs for the Little Pilot seat her team was working on for testing by actual Littles. The design was revolutionary, it used a low-latency neural interface that when installed and configured would allow a Little to drive a full sized car with no further modifications. Littles could technically drive currently, but not all roads had a Little lane, and it was still very dangerous for them, most Littles relied on ride-shares which had their own risks, or public transportation. This would give Littles worldwide more freedom than they had had… well, possibly ever. Lawrence Whitmore was the head of the LPSA, the Littles Product Safety Administration, and Fiona needed his agency to sign off on the testing before they could go any further. It wouldn’t be easy due to the social ramifications of the new product, and getting to Mr. Whitmore himself was the fastest strategy.

Fiona sat down at her desk and started with the emails that had piled up overnight. She knew the morning would fly by in no time and she’d have to be on her way to the club, she’d need time to do the membership application… there was no time to waste.

Greeting felt like such a waste of time. She just said the same thing over and over - it could be done by a robot, why did they want an actual Little in a bear costume shouting at customers?

“Oh my, the cute mascot is working again today,” she heard a passing Amazon remark. "I like her much better than the one with the bear mask, she’s so adorable! Did you see her ringlets… " the conversation faded as they walked away, but Aimee felt good. She liked knowing that people thought she was cute. Of course, most of the Little customers didn’t seem to approve of her getup, neither the ones who walked in of their own will nor the ones riding in the front of a cart, sucking on a pacifier. She watched jealously as an Amazon mommy pushed a Little girl into the store, the girl had very similar ringlets to Aimee’s own. If only that were Fiona and me, she daydreamed for a moment, a dream of Fiona pushing her in a cart like that… leaning forward and squeezing her diaper and remarking how she would need to be changed soon…

“Gaule to Aimee,” Kurt’s voice shattered her daydream into a million pieces, “Helen’s been calling you on the intercom, dummy. Walk your bear butt to her office and then take your break.”

“Ugh,” she groaned, “Thanks Kurt,” she said grudgingly as he helped her down off the platform.

“Sure thing, squirt. Hey, sorry I was rough on you this morning. I… had a bad night,” he walked off before she could respond, but any kind of apology was nice. Aimee wondered if Helen had said something to him. Waddling to the manager’s office in a wet diaper and a bear costume took forever, she wondered if she’d have any break time at all when this was done.

“Great job representing us Littles,” a Little man in a t-shirt and jeans said snidely as she passed, “I can smell your piss from here.” Aimee blushed and hurried on, she knew she should have gone before putting the costume on, she was wetter than usual for this time of day and the medical grade diapers the company provided weren’t the best, it was barely 11 AM - there was still a lot of time left in the workday. By the time she made it to Helen’s office, she was fighting tears, feeling betrayed by her own desires. Yes, she was wearing the diaper for the job… but she’d gladly let Fiona diaper her for real, all she had to do was ask. It felt like her fellow Littles could see that hidden desire, and they hated her for her traitorous feelings.

She pushed open the Little-sized door cut out in the larger door to the manager’s office and closed it quietly behind her.

“Helen? I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you calling me over the intercom, I was shouting at people to buy ladders,” Aimee walked into the office looking for her giant boss, faking a smile, “What’s up?”

“Aimee,” Helen smiled from the enormous desk. She got up from her seat and crouched down to be “on the level”, as they said. “I have great news! You’re Employee of the Month! We’ve gotten so many compliments on your greeting that they’re giving you a $100 gift card to the store as thanks. And I get to give it to you,” Helen beamed a genuine smile at Aimee as she handed over the card in a gold holder. “Great job, Aimee. Your picture will be up in the entrance this month. Congratulations!”

“Wow,” Aimee stammered a bit, genuinely surprised, “Thanks Helen, I had no idea I was even being considered!”

“Take an extra ten minutes on your break and keep up the good work, Aimee.” Helen was genuinely proud of the Little, and it took everything she had not to scoop her up and give her a big hug. The smile on the girl’s face lit up Helen’s entire world. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to sweep up this cute thing and snuggle her, to feed her and protect her and never let anything make her sad ever again. She had really laid into Kurt this morning, she watched him like a hawk for a screw-up and nailed him to the wall for it. Something about Aimee brought out every Amazon instinct in Helen… and it took incredible willpower to keep that in check, especially because she already knew that this wonderful Little was already diapered, and probably wet too.

Aimee felt light as a feather as she headed back to the ready room to stash her giftcard and change her diaper, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, what a cute Little, where’s your mommy?” the woman asked, bending over Aimee in a way that was intended to intimidate her. Her accent said clearly that she wasn’t from around here, “Your diapee smells so wet, Little one. Let’s get you to your mommy so you can be changed.”

“Back off, lady,” Aimee said grumpily, holding up her employee badge, “It says clearly that I’m licensed. I’m on my way to change right now, thank you very much.”

“Oh,” the woman practically hissed as she stormed away, “You shouldn’t send false signals, brat. This island is so backwards, it’s ridiculous.”

“Have a nice day,” Aimee called after her in her most pleasant tone, but more quietly added, “I hope you trip and break a bone.” She was grateful for her license, it kept her from being scooped up by just anyone… there was only one woman she wanted as her mommy. And she doesn’t want me, Aimee thought bitterly to herself as she reached the ready room, …yet, she finished the thought with a smile.


Chapter Three

Fiona’s car was sorely out of place in the sea of Audis, BMWs, and Lexuses as she parked in the guest lot of Osmium. The grounds were enormous and the clubhouse was austere and intimidating. On her way up the stairs to the entrance, she passed a man in a power suit with a red tie talking on his phone as a Little in a poofy princess dress ran to keep up with him, the lead to her reins held in his left hand. She shook her head, feeling badly for the poor Little. This was the kind of thing she was out to fix.

“Good morning, ma’am,” she was greeted warmly by a man in a black turtleneck behind a counter. He was balding on top, his hair shaved short to hide it, “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m a bit early for my meeting with Mr. Whitmore. I don’t suppose you could help me with a membership application?” I smiled warmly to him as I strode over to the counter.

“Of course, madam,” the man smiled pleasantly, but didn’t move an inch, “I just need to know the name of your sponsor and the name, gender, and age range of your Little.” The sponsor she had expected, she already worked it out with her boss that she would use his name… the part about the Little was a surprise.

“Dean Jackstone is my sponsor,” she smiled, handing him a card with perfect confidence.

“Mr. Jackstone, really! Oh he is a fine member, quite well-liked,” he took the card, his demeanor warming, they went through the initial paperwork and were just about done when he asked, “And your Little?”
“I don’t have a Little currently,” Fiona stated this quite matter-of-factly.

“I’m afraid all members must have a Little, Miss Marr. It’s part of the club bylaws. I’ll be happy to let you in today for your meeting with Mr. Whitmore, but just for today. Only members are allowed is Osmium, and they expect all members to support our care facility for Littles. Adopt yourself a Little and we’ll finish your application. I’m sure you could have one today in your position.” He sounded a little jealous.

Ugh, I don’t even want a Little, what am I going to do about this membership? Fiona wondered to herself as she entered the club proper. The entire right wall of the club was glass, looking down into a giant plastic jungle. Dozens of Littles ran and played in there, obvious diapers on display. Fiona shook her head, this is what she was trying to fight, not trying to encourage. The man from the desk led her deeper into the club, she was in what looked like a large restaurant, waiters bustled about, various bigwigs were dining or drinking. Littles were obviously meant to be seen and not heard in this part of the club, the few that were in the dining area had auto-feeder pacifier-bottles strapped to their faces for their meals, or were otherwise silenced by breasts or restraining pacifiers. All conversation was done in hushed tones, silence was apparently golden.

The balding man led her to a back corner, what looked like private booths… each booth had its own curtain. She was asked to wait while he peeked into a curtain, she only waited a moment, he returned and motioned for her to enter the right side of the curtained booth. Lawrence Whitmore, a very large, very wide man sat across from her. He had tiny, round glasses perched on his nose… they had to be for show, it was very rare that someone who needed vision correction had a condition that couldn’t be solved with an easy surgery. He had a pencil-thin black mustache and a dusting of gray hair on top of his head. The position of his bushy white eyebrows indicated that he was in a serious mood at the moment.

“Miss Marr,” he greeted me. His booth was lavish, the seats were a soft leather and there was plenty of room between the seat and the table. There was a Little in the corner, strapped into a booster seat with his elbows secured to the table, his hands forced to hold a bottle that he sucked from, his eyes closed. He was dressed in shortalls with a blue shirt underneath… why in the world would Aimee want that? “You’ve got quite an interesting project that you’re working on. Do you really think Littles can be trusted to drive?” He looked pointedly at his captive Little.

“The majority of Gaule’s Littles are perfectly capable, Mr. Whitmore. They have jobs, they pay taxes, and they are perfectly capable adults. It’s true that there are some Littles who shouldn’t be driving,” I smile at his Little, hating myself just a bit, "but I doubt any Amazon is going to allow their diapered Little to get a license, unless you intend for Little… "

“Rusty,” Lawrence smiled, with what looked like genuine love.

“Little Rusty here to chauffeur you?” Fiona finished with a smirk, hating herself just a bit more. The mental image caused the large businessman to laugh heartily, and Rusty blushed deeply, looking very much like he wished the world would swallow him whole. "We both know that Littles are big business, both in diapers and in the workforce. And giving them this mobility will increase their employability and thus their spending. I know I’ll be making some strategic investments when this product is ready for market… " she finished with a sly smile.

A waiter came and took their order - Fiona hadn’t really intended to eat here, but Lawrence insisted. Fiona kept herself to a simple club sandwich and chips, Lawrence had quite a large steak with all the trimmings. She stayed and ate lunch with him and they talked stocks and sports while he spoonfed his Little some of what looked like yogurt. Rusty still hadn’t spoken a word. This meeting was running much longer than she had intended, Fiona was very glad she had already asked Carol to move her 1 PM.

“You’ve definitely piqued my interest,” Lawrence turned back to Fiona’s original topic after the meal was concluded. “Unfortunately, I’m out of time for today. Would you be willing to meet me here again on Thursday? I want to review your plans personally, have you explain them, and if I’m satisfied I will personally promote your Little Pilot to the department.”

“That is exactly what I was hoping to hear, Mr. Whitmore,” I smiled, “It was a pleasure to meet you, Rusty.” His Little blushed and hid his face in his still-secured hands, which caused Lawrence to laugh. Fiona slid out of the booth with her briefcase and made her way for the exit, pondering the best way to secure her membership…

It was like Amazons were all members of the same club, they all seemed to have the same jokes. Aimee had just heard the, “Oh she’d look cuter in a crib,” joke for the hundredth time today, but nothing was going to get her down. She was Employee of the Month and it felt great. All the cooing and fawning over her, the not even whispered questions about whether or not she was diapered under the costume only reinforced the fact that she was desirable goods to Aimee. Fiona should be begging to change her diaper! She was so cute, she was the Little every Amazon wanted, it just didn’t make sense. They had been best friends forever, why didn’t Fiona want to take things to the next level? Aimee shook the thoughts away, focusing on the crowd.

“Good afternoon sir,” she greeted a Little as he walked in, “Welcome to Sir Bearington’s!”

“Thanks,” he said gruffly, grabbing a cart and heading inside.

“Hello pretty lady,” she smiled and batted her eyes at an incoming Amazon, she didn’t have a Little but seemed like the type who wanted one. She wore a simple blue dress and sandals, and had a lovely blue leather purse that matched her outfit. “Welcome to Sir Bearington’s!”

“Oh my goodness, aren’t you the cutest thing?” the Amazon cooed up at her on her platform. “Does your mommy work here, sweetie?”

Normally this sort of thing annoyed Aimee a bit, but she was feeling so good today. Knowing that Helen and the company appreciated her work made all the difference in the world and she was feeling really good about greeting people. The whole day just felt brighter after the lunch break, which she spent a good chunk of the time staring at the gold envelope. She wasn’t even sure what she wanted to buy with it.
“No pretty lady,” she smiled, wishing she could curl a finger through her hair… but all she had was a bear paw, “I don’t have a mommy, I’m licensed.”

“Oh, such a shame. A cute little thing like you shouldn’t have to work, although you’re doing a wonderful job!”

I know, right? Aimee agreed silently. [I]I shouldn’t have to work, I’m cute!

“Thank you ma’am,” Aimee smiled, “I like my job though and my Amazon bestie would be disappointed in me if I gave it up.” The first half of the sentence would have been a lie just this morning, but Aimee was feeling really good about the job today, it was silly what a big difference a gesture of thanks had on the attitude.

“Well, not everyone can have the right opinion on what a cute thing like you should be doing with her time, I suppose,” the lady smiled, “If you were my Little, I’d never let you go.”

“Aww, that’s nice,” Aimee smiled, knowing full well that the nicest gesture from the nicest Amazon could just be a trap. Once a Little was adopted, there was no way out. You only wanted to enter that kind of relationship if you knew you wanted it to be forever… like it should be with Fiona. Wonderful Fiona, Aimee fawned, who would never hurt me or make me do anything unfun. This lady seemed nice, but for all Aimee knew, she was a total sadist with a fully decked out punishment nursery waiting. Some Littles liked that, after all… Aimee, not so much.

“Would you like to go to dinner with me sometime, cutie?” The Amazon flashed an amazingly white smile… it was dazzling.

"I uh… " Aimee was sorely tempted, dating an Amazon while licensed was mostly safe, as long as she didn’t get full-on kidnapped. This lady didn’t seem like the predatory type…

“Aimee,” Helen’s voice came from behind her, “I need your help with something. Are you available?” Helen had been watching this whole scene unfold and a cold fear gripped her heart. She couldn’t bear to see Aimee get abducted, sometimes the nicest-seeming Amazons were the craziest ones. This particular lady looked like the type who wouldn’t give Helen the time of day, so she was immediately distrustful. Amazon women tended not to like Helen, or so she felt, because she was so big and tall. She didn’t have many friends in school and she was often ostracized as awkward. This lady seemed like the sort that would have picked on her back then. For all her trepidation regarding females, Amazon males were even worse. It was extremely rare that she could find one as tall as she was, and no one seemed to want to date someone taller than them. It severely limited Helen’s fashion choices, and she was quite jealous of the lady’s chunky-heeled sandals. Adding even a few inches to Helen’s already above average height was awful, but she wanted to wear cute shoes too.

“I gotta go, sorry,” Aimee excused herself and climbed down from the platform. Helen desperately wanted to scoop up Aimee and hold her close, but she had to show the lady that Aimee was a strong and independent Little, even helping her down from the platform would only encourage her to pursue. The woman lingered as Aimee toddled over to Helen. “What’s up, boss?” she asked cheerfully.

Helen gestured for Aimee to follow and walked slowly away from the woman, trying to think up some excuse for why she needed Aimee. She hadn’t at all, but the thought of Aimee going out with that… temptress sent her into a complete panic.

“I um,” Helen hesitated, “It’s stupid, but I can’t get my computer to respond.” The lie was plausible, Aimee wasn’t a tech wizard or anything, but she knew her way around. Helen was no dummy either, but she could claim the problem was real and had fixed itself, “I was hoping you could poke at it. I have to get a report done today.”

“Sure thing, boss!” Aimee beamed, toddling along next to Helen at what was a painfully slow pace for her. Aimee was overjoyed at being asked to help, today was positively fantastic. The journey to the manager’s office was a long one, and neither of them noticed the lady from the entrance casually following them, looking at merchandise here and there. She only gave up once the door to the manager’s office was closed.
“Okay,” Aimee said brightly, climbing up with a considerable degree of difficulty into Helen’s chair. “Let’s see what we can see.” She tapped the screen and the keyboard and the computer sprung to life. Aimee did a couple of standard gestures and the computer responded correctly. “You say it was frozen?”

“Of course it’s working now,” Helen smiled nervously, a tell that she was lying - one she wasn’t even aware she did, “Sorry for wasting your time, Aimee. Computers always seem to do this to me, they work fine as soon as I ask for help.”

“I hate that,” Aimee commiserated, “Well, I guess I should get back to greeting people.”

“Actually,” Helen said a little too quickly, “I was wondering if you could do some sorting for me. It’ll probably take you the rest of the day, you’ll be in the back so you can switch to your street clothes.” Helen was really worried about that lady, she could be lurking around, just waiting for Aimee to return to the front and Helen to walk away. “Do you mind?”

“Of course not, I’m happy to help you however I can,” Aimee hadn’t really thought much about Helen, other than as the often-hated authority figure at work, but she felt really valued today and Helen was a big part of that. She wanted to make Helen happy, and it would be nice to get out of the uniform for a while. “I’ll head to the ready room and go change, and meet you back here?”

“Well,” Helen started and hesitated, “Would you mind if I carried you?” She was terrified that she was pushing her luck, most Littles would be incredibly offended at the question. “Just to save some time, err… not that you’re slow or anything, I just walk quite fast for an Amazon.”

“Sure! I don’t mind, having short legs sucks,” Aimee turned the chair and lifted her arms up, ready to be carried… and Helen felt weak in the knees. She shouldn’t fantasize about an employee, but she really wanted this. She felt her cheeks grow warm as she picked Aimee up and placed her on one hip. Helen had never walked faster in her life, it was a speed-walk, it was almost a run. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt like she might faint. “Wow,” Aimee remarked, “You really are fast! It must have been torture for you walking from the front, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no… it’s no big deal,” Helen stammered a bit. She would need to calm herself down actively while Aimee changed. “I don’t mind, it’s relaxing to walk at a slower pace. My sister says I need to slow down anyway.”
Helen leaned against the wall with a hand against her chest, steadying her breathing as Aimee went and changed. She hoped no one else was watching.

[HR][/HR]Chapter Four

“Wow, you look like you had a good day,” Fiona smiled to Aimee as the Little climbed into the back seat of the car and buckled up.

“I really did,” she beamed, holding up her gold envelope, “Look! I’m Employee of the Month!” Aimee was positively glowing with pride at her accomplishment.

“That’s great, Aims! I was worried you didn’t like this job,” Fiona pulled out of the parking lot and started their journey home, her own problems pushed to the back of her mind for the moment, “Tell me about it.”

“Apparently, I do a really good job as a greeter, the manager got some compliments about me. I had no idea anyone was even paying attention to me at all. It feels surprisingly good.” Aimee unconsciously kicked her feet in the air, safely strapped into her booster seat. She was back in her everyday clothes, a cute t-shirt with a happy tree yelling “Leaf Yourself” and a pair of jeans, unfortunately adult panties underneath. The normal underwear felt so thin as to be nonexistent after the whole day in a diaper.

“That’s great, I’m really glad to hear it. It’s important to feel needed at your job,” Fiona talked to Aimee via the Little Mirror, a console mounted mirror that she could use so she didn’t have to adjust the rear-view mirror. “Hey, I know Tuesday is your night to cook again, but what do you say about grabbing burgers instead tonight?”

“Sounds great,” Aimee said cheerfully, but her suspicions were immediately raised. Fiona hated eating out during the week almost as much as Aimee loved it. Something was up. “How about Big Burger?” Fiona’s least favorite and Aimee’s second-favorite. They had the best fries, those tiny skinny fries that were all crispy. Fiona liked her fries warm and floppy, in vinegar. Aimee likes hers crispy with lots of salt and ketchup, sometimes she even salted the ketchup.

“Perfect,” Fiona agreed immediately. Now Aimee was extremely suspicious, under normal circumstances her roommate would have tried to steer her to another place, or to compromise.

“How was your day?” Aimee asked casually, her legs no longer kicking now that her suspicions were raised. She glanced out the window nonchalantly.

“Complicated,” Fiona conceded, “I’m hungry, let’s talk about it over dinner.”

Fiona helped her Little roommate up into her seat, she was feeling much more comfortable now in a nerdy t-shirt and gym shorts. Her hair was pulled back in a normal ponytail, she still needed to wash the product out of it, but this was a much more comfortable style than the fancy curls she had been sporting earlier. She sat down at the table opposite her friend and started unwrapping her monstrously large burger, bacon poking out from every which way.

“So,” Aimee said after taking a bite, “Why was it complicated? Was it good or was it bad?”

“It was both,” Fiona slid the Little-sized ketchup bottle across the table, she never used the stuff, the burger came with plenty already, “I met with a very powerful man who could either make my life very hard or very easy depending on if he likes me personally, which is frustrating when I’d like the product to stand on its own… but that’s the way business is done at the top sometimes. I miss the days already when a job well done was dependent upon your performance at your primary task, rather than all of this social pressure. I’m really proud of you for getting an award, by the way.”

“And,” Aimee continued, stuffing a handful of fries into her mouth, dripping a bit of ketchup onto her shirt in the process. She grabbed a napkin quickly and dabbed at it, “Did you make a good impression?”

“I think so, I’m not entirely proud of myself, but I think I left on a positive note. He wants to meet again in two days, and then we get down to brass tacks.”

“That sounds pretty good to me, what did he hit on you or something?” Aimee looked at her friend, confused. It didn’t sound complicated to her so far.

“Not quite,” Fiona took another bite, “We met at Osmium.”

“That fancy-pants place? The one where the parking lot is worth more than the neighborhood we grew up in? Wow, that sounds awesome. What’s it like inside?” Aimee and Fiona had grown up in the same middle-class area. They met in high school and had been friends ever since. Neither one of them had a particularly fancy upbringing, but Fiona had gone through some upward mobility and was used to seeing things that Aimee really wasn’t. She didn’t really have a desire for fancy things, she had already learned that nice things don’t bring happiness. She’d met quite a few rich-but-miserable people during her climb. Fiona liked thing simple and stress-free, she got enough stress during the day.

“It’s pretty incredible, actually. The food is fantastic, too.”

“You got to eat there? So, how does the other half eat?”

“Well - I kept it simple, but I could have easily gone wild,” she took a moment to describe the Osmium interior, leaving out the daycare area for the moment, focusing on how large the club was and how much staff they had working, “Mr. Whitmore ate a steak half your size.”

“That’s the guy? It sounds like you had a pretty darn good day to me, where does it get complicated?” Aimee was actually a little jealous, it sounded much better than her day and she had had a pretty good day.

“I need a membership to meet him again on Thursday - I skated by today, but I don’t think I can pull that off again.”

“Oh,” Aimee frowned, “Will they not let you in? I don’t even know what you have to do to get into a fancypants place like that.” Fiona’s new position in life still wasn’t a real thing to Aimee, they didn’t change their lifestyle at all. They had been rooming together since Fiona was going to college and they’d always had this same lifestyle. Home-cooked meals courtesy of Aimee, video games and electronic entertainment courtesy of Fiona, and just hanging out. Fiona hadn’t even bought a new car, the only thing she really upgraded was her wardrobe, and only because it was a necessity.

"Well, you have to have a sponsor who’s already a member in good standing at the club to vouch for you, and you have to pay membership dues and join on a probationary period… "

“That sucks, where are you going to find a sponsor? I don’t suppose the guy you’re talking to will help?”

"That’s actually the easy part, Aims. My boss is a member and he’s sponsoring me… "

“What’s the problem then?” Aimee really didn’t understand any of this, it all sounded so simple to her. Fiona already had everything she needed, she had the money, she had the sponsor, she wasn’t going to do anything wrong on a probationary period - she wasn’t exactly a hellraiser.

“They won’t let me join unless I register a Little with their care facility, they expect all members to have adopted Littles. Will you… will you pretend to be my Little on Thursday?”
Aimee was torn clean in half. On the one hand, this was her every dream come true, her fantasies being laid at her feet, begging to be picked up. On the other hand, Fiona obviously really didn’t want this, as evidenced by all of the bribery. Honestly, being buttered up this way made Aimee feel worse about the whole situation. She would have been ecstatic at the request if it hadn’t had such a dramatic lead-up. Now she felt terribly conflicted, to have her dream dangled before her eyes only to have it poisoned.

“What do you need me to do?” Aimee asked, a little sad.

“I just need you to pretend to be my newly-adopted Little for one day. I need you to take the day off work on Thursday and come with me to the club. I’ll check you into the daycare there, we’ll register you as my adopted Little for the purposes of my membership application. I’ll figure out a better long-term solution later if I need to keep meeting there.”

“So you’re just going to dress me up and drop me off in a daycare and then pick me up and take me to work afterward?” Aimee was really hurt, this was her ultimate fantasy and Fiona was grinding it into the dirt, just some silly thing she needed to do to get a business deal.

“What? I’d bring you to my office or back home for the day afterward, you would have already called in sick to work. This is what you’re always asking for. You’ll get babied for the whole day!”

“You don’t get it, Fi,” Aimee said, her voice choked with hurt, “You just don’t get it.”

“What don’t I get? You want to wear diapers and drink from a bottle and play with toys, that’s what we’ll do. You’ll get dressed up, we’ll pretend you’re my Little and we’ll check you into the daycare. You’ll get to play for my meeting and then we’ll go to the office and you can hang out and watch TV or something until the workday is done, or I can bring you back here and you can play video games, it sounds like a pretty great day to me.”

“You weren’t even going to diaper me yourself, were you? You were going to have me do it.”

"Of course, you’re perfectly capa… "

“Goddammit Fiona, you don’t even listen to me when I talk, do you!” Aimee practically jumped down out of her Little-aid chair and stormed off to her room, slamming the door.

"Aimee… don’t… " Fiona sighed. Littles were so emotional and unpredictable. This meal hadn’t gone anything like Fiona had expected, she was trying to give Aimee exactly what she always asked for. A day off, a day with nothing but diapers and playtime. A chance to get a taste of how an adopted Little would live. Fiona sighed again, holding her head in her hands. She wasn’t sure how everything had gone so wrong… but she was starting to get an idea on how to handle it.

She stood up and stomped to Aimee’s room, making sure her footfalls sounded loud and angry. She could hear the sound of Aimee sobbing inside. She steeled her heart and prepared for her next move. She needed that meeting on Thursday and she wasn’t going to actually adopt a Little to get it. She flung Aimee’s door wide. The Little was huddled on her bed, sobbing into a pillow. Fiona stomped over to her and rolled her over on her back, snatching the pillow away from her.

"Leave me… "

“Quiet!” Fiona yelled at her friend, she felt awful inside but she really felt like this was the best way to handle this situation strategically. “You are a Little and you’re going to do what I say, I’m the Amazon.” Fiona reached over to Aimee’s desk and grabbed the pacifier she had picked up off the floor the night before and stuffed it into Aimee’s mouth, who was sitting there stunned. “Now suck on that. Now, Aimee.”

Aimee’s heart was racing as she sucked on the pacifier. Fiona walked over to her closet and slid the door open… she was going into the corner, under the boxes… No, she’s not supposed to know about that! Aimee’s mind screamed but her body was completely frozen. Fiona came back to the bed with a thick princess diaper, the kind that spoiled adopted Littles got kept in. Aimee had just a few, she didn’t know that Fiona even knew about them. Fiona didn’t stop there, in a single motion, she had Aimee’s shirt off and in another, her pants and underwear were removed. The sound of the crinkling was electric as Fiona unfolded the diaper.

“Fi-” Aimee started to protest around the pacifier, but the Amazon just put a finger to the pacifier shield and glared at her before pushing the Little onto her back and lifting her legs with one giant hand. Aimee’s feelings were completely out of control, this was straight from her fantasies. She was in a shocked daze, and yet aware of every sound, every smell, every sensation as she felt her bottom lowered onto the soft diaper. So much fluffier than the medical grade ones she wore at work, so much more comfortable. “No,” she moaned lightly, but she didn’t struggle, didn’t fight at all. This was everything she wanted.

Fiona pulled the thick padding up between her legs and taped the sides securely, grabbing her friend under the arms and pulling her to a sitting position. Aimee could see herself in the mirror behind Fiona, her giant friend towering over her, her small form sitting naked on the bed except for the puffy, pink diaper. She quivered under Fiona’s gaze, too shocked and too giddy to say anything at all.

“Now listen here, baby,” Fiona put her hands on her hips and stared down. “Look at me in the eyes when I’m talking to you,” she grabbed Aimee by the chin and tilted her gaze. Fiona’s eyes were full of fire as she looked down at Aimee, the Little was well and truly intimidated. “You are going to the club with me on Thursday, you are going to be a baby that whole day, and you’re going to thank me for it. When you wake up on Thursday, I will dress you and I will take you with me and you will be a good girl at the club. I will decide what to do with you after that. Do you understand?”

Aimee nodded, her bones made entirely of jelly.

“Good. You need to figure out how you’re going to handle work for Thursday. It’s your call whether you talk to your boss beforehand or we call you in sick on Thursday morning. It makes no difference to me. One way or another, your diapered butt is mine on Thursday.”

And with that, she stormed out of the room, pulling the door closed behind her, leaving Aimee to stare at a tear-stained, diapered Little in the mirror… and the biggest grin of her life spread across her face.


Chapter Five

Fiona’s alarm was going off next to her ear, but she was already awake. She had spent the last hour hating herself for what she had done to her friend. Now it was a new day and she had to face Aimee… no, worse, she had to continue the façade. In all their years together, Fiona had never manipulated Aimee this way. She knew what her friend wanted, she’d wanted it for years. Aimee had an unhealthy crush on Fiona and she knew it, but in general it didn’t interfere with their friendship, so Fiona just let it go. Now she had crossed a line she could never come back from… or at least, that’s what she feared. But she was already down this path, there wasn’t much choice except to see it through to completion.

A tiny knock came from Fiona’s door. She steeled herself and stood, taking two steps and opening her bedroom door, looking down at the tiny person sucking on a pacifier standing there in nothing but a pink princess diaper. Aimee looked completely helpless, which made Fiona feel all the worse, but she had her part to play for now.

“You still need to go to work today,” Fiona picked up her friend by the armpits and carried her into the kitchen, sitting her down on the counter. “I’m going to let you be a big girl today, and you get to decide whether you’re going to wear that pink princess diaper to work or wear big girl panties.” Her stomach turned as she squeezed the crotch of the diaper she had taped her friend into. It was wet. “You’re wet already, but this diaper is for princesses who never get to go to the potty. Do you want to see if any of your pants fit over this thick diaper, or do you want me to let you out of it so you can clean up and go to your big girl job today?”

Aimee’s heart was still beating a mile a minute, she was living out her most precious fantasies and she never wanted it to end… but she also couldn’t let Kurt see her in this princess diaper.

“Big girl panties, please,” she said sadly around the pacifier. She couldn’t wear the princess diaper to work, she wouldn’t be able to untape it herself. When she wore them alone, she taped it in a way that she could slide out of it… Fiona had taped her in snugly, like an Amazon would - she wasn’t going to be able to wriggle out of it. And she wasn’t about to ask her boss to help her change her diaper, Helen would never look at her the same way again. In the perfect world of her fantasies, Fiona would bundle her up without asking and take her to her office, leaving her in a playpen or a bouncer - depending on the fantasy that day - while she did her job… then they’d eat together and cuddle before Fiona put her down for a nap and went back to work, and when they went home they played video games after a diaper change…

“Okay,” Fiona interrupted the fantasy and carried Aimee back to her room, laying her down on the bed and removing the wet diaper. Aimee watched, enthralled as the object of her affection balled up the symbol of her submission and taped it shut. “Get dressed, you have to pretend to be a big girl today, then it’s back to diapers the moment you get home tonight, understand?”

“Really?” Aimee was overjoyed, she ran to the bathroom to get cleaned up. The joy in her voice made Fiona feel even worse, what she was doing was wrong and she knew it. She was manipulating her best friend in the world, using her deepest fantasy as a stepping stone in her career. She’d stepped on a lot of people over the years, but never Aimee. She had no idea how she was going to atone for this, but she’d have to do something.

“Yes really, and we need to go shopping tonight for an outfit and a carseat,” Fiona called as she headed back to her room to get ready for the day, Aimee’s only reply was a wordless squee of joy.
By the time Fiona was finished with her hair and her makeup, picking out the right shoes and jewelry to match her suit, and doing a pre-commute office email check, Aimee was showered, dressed, and ready to face the day. Fiona exited her room with a briefcase in one hand, only to find a Little in a pink t-shirt that read “Girl Power” and a pair of faded jeans holding her arms up in the air and clenching her fists open and shut.

“Up!” Aimee grinned, feeling as light as a cloud. Fiona forced a smile and scooped her roommate up with her left arm and carried her out the door, setting her briefcase momentarily to lock up before heading to the car. She gently buckled Aimee into the booster seat, who was practically vibrating with glee. “Thank you!” She shook her tiny fists in front of her chest in a way that was probably considered cute by most Amazons.

“I need you to unbuckle yourself and get yourself off to work when we get there, can you do that for me?” Fiona asked her friend’s reflection in the Little-aid mirror.


If we could bottle that energy, I could sell it and make a fortune,
Fiona thought to herself with a smirk. At least Aimee is happy… she hoped this didn’t bite her in the end.

Aimee was practically skipping toward the entrance as Fiona drove off.

“Wow squirt, you’re in a good mood,” Kurt was sweeping just outside the entrance. “You’re really proud of that Employee of the Month, huh?” Aimee started to say thanks, but he cut her off, “Or did you just wake up in a dry bed for a change?”

“You are such an asshole, Kurt,” Aimee was mad at herself for believing he might be turning over a new leaf, like he had some shred of a good person inside him. The apology yesterday was probably just to get her to lower her defenses today. What she didn’t know was that Kurt himself hadn’t woken up in a dry bed again, and he barely counted as a Mid. If he couldn’t get his problem under control, he was going to have to deal with the stipulations in his lease… a thing a shorter Mid like him was just as afraid of as any Little. He cursed to himself as Aimee walked by, the spring gone from her step. He reminded himself stubbornly that she was just a Little, and went back to sweeping, worried more about Aimee tattling to Helen than Aimee’s actual feelings.

Aimee was on the verge of tears by the time she got to the ready room. Kurt’s insult against her popped the bubble of happiness she had been floating in, and she remembered that the joy she felt was only going to last until Thursday. She let Fiona bully her into going along with her plan… by giving her exactly what she wanted. And she wanted it so badly. A smile crept across her face as she remembered the fire in the Amazon’s eyes as she pushed Aimee’s favorite paci between her lips, how effortlessly she had been stripped of her clothing and diapered. That was at the center of nearly every fantasy she had about Fiona, and she replayed that fantasy in her head almost every night before bed. Now that dream would have a touch of the real, a real memory to build around, something to savor. That’s worth it, right? she thought to herself, I’m getting what I want and so is Fiona, I should be happy for both of us. As she taped the boring medical diaper on, she imagined Fiona’s impossibly strong hands shoving her down again, and lifting her legs in the air. Her skin was tingly by the time she was all taped up, and she was grinning like a loon when she finished zipping up her bear costume. She put her bear-ear headband on her head and fluffed her ringlets and she was back on top again.

Helen smiled as she watched Aimee exit the ready room with an enormous grin on her Little face, heading for her post. She couldn’t carry her to her platform today, she did that yesterday, she didn’t want Aimee to realize that Helen watched her head off to start her shift almost every single day, any time she could… just out of sight. It killed her a little bit to know that the Little was in there, taping up her own diaper. What if she gets it crooked? Helen thought to herself, She needs someone to help her with it, to make sure she’s snug and safe. Her face flushed as she imagined slipping a cute, crinkly diaper with cartoon animals on it under the Little’s naked body, as opposed to those boring medical diapers that certainly weren’t thick enough… and taping it around her waist.

“Hey boss,” Franklin’s voice came from behind her. She nearly jumped out of her skin, she was so startled, “Whoa, sorry boss, didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” She turned to face the mustached Little in his brown-and-black uniform. “We sold out of those ladders, we got word this morning that they want us to move the summerwear since it’s on sale. Do you want me to go tell the greeter?”

“No Franklin, thanks - that’s great news on the ladders, good job,” she smiled down at him. He was a hard worker, a no-nonsense type. Exactly the kind of person she needed in charge of the Independent Little department. “I’ll tell the greeter.” Maybe I can get her to have lunch with me today, too, Helen thought to herself.

“Thanks boss, gotta get back to my post, have a great day!”

“You too Franklin, keep up the great work,” Helen walked to catch up with Aimee, now she had an excuse and she could probably get to her before she made it to the front and she’d get to carry her again… She was in luck. “Hey Aimee, I just heard from the Independent Littles department, they sold out of those ladders you’ve been promoting, great job. Need a lift?”

“Sure thing, boss!” Aimee was happy to see Helen, she was always happy to be carried. She raised her arms and was lifted to impossible heights… for her, and held close. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Fiona carrying her in her PJs and a thick princess diaper instead of the work uniform and a boring medical one. “Thanks for the lift,” she smiled dreamily.

Helen’s heart melted, Aimee was just too cute for words. She would do anything for this Little wonder… but they were at work and there was work to be done. She couldn’t afford to ask Aimee out, only to end up in trouble for fraternization. She carried her swiftly the rest of the way to the front of the store and helped her up to her platform.

“They’re hoping you can promote summerwear today, there’s a sale,” Helen said with a smile, aching inside that she had to put the Little down. She would hold her all day if she could.

“Summerwear, got it! Thanks again for the lift, you’re much faster than I am,” a warm smile spread across Aimee’s lips and Helen had to bite her tongue a bit to keep from cooing. “I think today’s going to be a great day, just like yesterday.”

“I hope so. You let me know if you need anything, okay?”

"Actually, boss… " Helen’s Amazon brain went crazy as the Little hesitated. A fantasy played in Helen’s mind unbidden, where Aimee asked her if she would diaper her Little bottom for work from now on, if they could go out to dinner, if Helen wanted to be a mommy… “Is there any way I can get the day off tomorrow? My bestie needs me to stay with her tomorrow and help her out. Sorry for the short notice, but it’s really important to her.”

“Oh,” Helen gave a weak smile, “That business lady who drops you off? You two are roommates, right?”

“Yeah,” Aimee smiled a little wistfully herself, “We’ve been friends forever, she never asks me for help so I really want to be there for her.”

“Of course, Aimee - I’ll take care of the paperwork for you. I hope you’re able to help your friend tomorrow. You’re a really good friend, she’s lucky to have you.” Helen suddenly didn’t have the guts to ask Aimee to eat lunch with her, there was no way the Little wanted to be cared for the way Helen wanted to care for her.

“Thanks, Helen. You’re a really good friend too, and an amazing boss.”


Re: It’s the Little Choices - Diaper Dimension - Chapters 1-5 (Updated 6/30)

You have a knack for finding places in this dimension where no one else has ever explored. LOVE it! This appears to be the set-up for a fairly simple story: Aimee needs a Mommy; Aimee loves Fiona and wants her to be her Mommy; Fiona doesn’t want to be her Mommy and doesn’t love Aimee the way Aimee loves her; Helen wants to be her Mommy and wants to find someone to love her; both Amazons want to protect Aimee…

Thus: somehow Fiona and Helen end up together with the adopted Little Aimee as their baby, taken care of by Helen for the most part if not exclusively and with the ability to cook and polay videos with lifelong bestie Fiona. Win-win-win.

Now, I said “appears” before. I’m sort of betting it does end up this way (and, no, if it’s published elsewhere I have not seen nor read it), but I doubt very much​, after reading “Making the Best of It,” that things will proceed in anywhere that direct a route. :slight_smile:

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Re: It’s the Little Choices - Diaper Dimension - Chapters 1-5 (Updated 6/30)

[QUOTE=kerry;69746]You have a knack for finding places in this dimension where no one else has ever explored. LOVE it! This appears to be the set-up for a fairly simple story: Aimee needs a Mommy; Aimee loves Fiona and wants her to be her Mommy; Fiona doesn’t want to be her Mommy and doesn’t love Aimee the way Aimee loves her; Helen wants to be her Mommy and wants to find someone to love her; both Amazons want to protect Aimee…

Thus: somehow Fiona and Helen end up together with the adopted Little Aimee as their baby, taken care of by Helen for the most part if not exclusively and with the ability to cook and polay videos with lifelong bestie Fiona. Win-win-win.

Now, I said “appears” before. I’m sort of betting it does end up this way (and, no, if it’s published elsewhere I have not seen nor read it), but I doubt very much​, after reading “Making the Best of It,” that things will proceed in anywhere that direct a route. :-)[/QUOTE]

You did find the story here! Yay! You’re my favorite reader on this site right now, you always go into such great detail in your comment.

To everyone else: I try to respond to every single comment, I’m not an author who sums them all up with a “Thanks for the comments” - I crave the discussion.

I’m flattered that you’re already expecting a rollercoaster. You’re right, standard DD fare would be Fiona and Helen mommying Aimee together… but where’s the fun in that? I love worldbuilding, each island I add to the DD is unique, with its own culture and history. We don’t get into it during the story, but Gaule was once ruled by a Little monarch who did great things in advancing Littles in his country. Gaule is still a constitutional monarchy at this point in the story, though the monarch is an Amazon.

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Re: It’s the Little Choices - Diaper Dimension - Chapters 1-5 (Updated 6/30)

Chapter Six

Carol typed furiously to keep up with the late morning communications. Her new boss seemed to be in a bit of a foul mood this morning, but they hadn’t known each other long enough for Carol to know what that meant. Her previous boss got in moods that felt similar to this, and she had learned that it was often because he forgot to eat or have coffee… she didn’t envy the executive-types. Sure, they had more power, more money, and fancy lifestyles… but they burned themselves out so badly, they forgot to take care of their bodies, and they dealt with a ton of stress. She was quite happy with dealing with the correspondence, fetching things, and organizing. She tried to filter out the pointless communications so they didn’t bother Fiona, and promote the ones that seemed like they really needed attention. Honestly, she had a pretty good feeling about Ms. Marr, she seemed like a nice person.

She finished up her current task as quickly as possible and went down to the kitchen area for the 14th floor and grabbed a bagel, a muffin, and a cup of black coffee. She wasn’t sure how Fiona preferred it yet, so she grabbed some cream and sugar, but she had a feeling that Ms. Marr was the kind of Amazon who preferred it straight and strong. She carried the plate into her new boss’ office, hoping that this bad mood was as easily solved as Felix’s were.

“Miss Ma… Fiona,” Carol corrected herself, “I brought you some coffee and a bit of breakfast. How do you like your coffee?”

“Oh Carol,” Fiona smiled, looking up from her computer. She had been scowling only moments ago, and Carol had seen it. “That’s very kind of you. I prefer my coffee black, thank you. And the bagel looks delightful. You’re very considerate, I didn’t even realize I was peckish.”

“My pleasure,” the assistant smiled, feeling proud of her read of the situation she placed the coffee carefully on Fiona’s desk, left the bagel on a small plate and started to withdraw. She’d keep the muffin for herself and return the cream and sugar.

"Carol… " Fiona called after her, before she had left the office. “Do you have a Little?”

“No ma’am, my sister does but I’ve never seen the appeal.”

“Do you have any Little friends?” Carol started to wonder why her boss was interested in her relationships with Littles.

“Well, kind of. There are a few in my yoga class, we get along well enough. But none that I would consider good friends. Why do you ask?”

“I have a… well, a Little problem with a close friend, that’s all. Just trying to get some perspective. Thanks again for the coffee and the bagel. You are a great assistant and I value you.” The compliment warmed Carol’s heart, she left her boss’ office with a smile and returned to work.

Wendy smiled as she browsed through the dresses in the Adopted Littles section of the store. It was so funny to her that Sir Bearington’s was popular with both crowds. The Independent Little section was like a shopping market of its own… but for Amazons looking for the perfect Little. She smiled to herself at the thought of snagging one of the Littles shopping around and taking them to a checkout, ringing them up, and taking them home as her own. The thought gave her a little laugh. It was like that on some islands, if she could stomach the food she might move to Catalon. There were two types of Native Littles… those who wanted to be Independent, and those who didn’t. Personally, Wendy believed that more Littles who claimed to be in the former category were actually in the latter. Like that adorable greeter she had been so close to getting a dinner date with. That ridiculously tall Amazon woman had thwarted her… she followed them all the way to the office, but never saw an opening. It was obvious to her that the Little blonde girl wanted to be adopted. Why else would she wear her hair that way? She was practically begging for someone to take her home and diaper her.

She pushed the cart slowly down the aisle, looking at the adorable onesies with the built-in skirts. She especially loved the ones that left room for the thickest of diapers. That’s what Littles wanted, they wanted to be spanked, to be forced into diapers, they wanted the freedom to beg. Wendy imagined getting that Little blonde greeter girl back to her nursery and strapping her down to the table before she taped her into the thickest diaper of her life. Would she cry real tears? Or would she love it too much regardless of lovely punishments she had prepared? She hoped to find out soon. She picked out a onesie with long sleeves that used Little-resistant snaps up the back of the garment and ended in padded mittens. Perfect, she smiled to herself, the Little wouldn’t be able to undo the snaps even with her hands… without them she’d be completely helpless. The onesie had cartoonish versions of thoroughly bound, thickly diapered Littles on it. So funny to buy this in the same store where her future Little worked. She couldn’t wait to see her in it…

Helen spotted the lady from yesterday browsing the Adopted Littles section, the one who had been hitting on Aimee. She saw her pick up a punishment onesie and put it in her cart, her eyes far away and dreaming. Helen hated her type. Honestly, she hoped the lady would try to shoplift the garment so she could ban her from the store, but that seemed unlikely. The predator was in a red dress today, with three inch heels. Her dark brown hair curled around her shoulders as Helen’s sneer curled her around her lips. Helen hadn’t even spoken to this woman, but she loathed her already. She could almost imagine the awful woman’s thoughts, justifying doing terrible things to Littles because they “asked for it”, she knew the type. She probably thought Aimee wanted to be abused, she had probably already invented some justification, blaming it on Aimee’s makeup or work uniform, or her hair. It infuriated her, people should be able to dress however they want without some horrible person justifying their selfish and abusive actions by another’s appearance. Nobody deserved to be abused, nobody deserved to have another’s will forced upon them, and certainly not because they wanted to feel cute. Aimee was precious and perfect and even if she didn’t want to be babied at all, she should have the freedom to express herself in whatever cutesy way she wanted. Helen doubted Aimee wanted it anyway, she had to deal with diapers for work and she lived with a powerful, successful-looking Amazon woman. If anyone were going to adopt the wonderful Little, it would be the woman that Aimee lived with… that she was going out of her way to help tomorrow.

Helen swore she’d keep tabs on this predator. If she came anywhere near Aimee she’d… well, she wasn’t sure what she’d do, but she’d protect Aimee, that was for sure.

Aimee was having a great day. She had banished all the negative thoughts from her mind and focused on her work, greeting Littles and Mids with warmth and kindness, suggesting current sales to them, and greeting Amazons with her cuteness wielded with full force. She was still supercharged from the memories of her crush taping her into a diaper, the way she had been forced down and stripped… the way she had been carried and cared for. It had been so perfect, Fiona had been listening to her after all. She would give 100% tomorrow, she would be the best adopted Little ever… and then maybe Fiona would want it too. Maybe she would see how happy it made Aimee, maybe she would fall in love back. Fiona had been all smiles this morning, maybe she was starting to come around already. Yeah, that has to be what’s happening. There’s no way anyone could resist me in just a diaper, doing the grabby hands. Aimee giggled at the thought of how she was scooped up this morning and talked down to. It was everything she had ever wanted. After tomorrow, Fiona would want it too… forever.

The crowd reacted well to Aimee, it was another great day. It felt like the day dragged on forever - lunch felt like it took three days to arrive and Aimee kept spacing out during the day, replaying last night in her head and dwelling on Fiona’s promise - she would be back in diapers the minute they got home. She wondered how Fiona would do it, would she carry her straight into her room and strip her again? Would they talk about it first? Aimee spent as much time looking at the clock as she did greeting people, but when she focused on the customers she still felt like she did a really good job.
After what felt like an eternity, it was finally time to go change back into her everyday clothing and for Fiona to come pick her up… and diaper her again. Time couldn’t go fast enough.

Time was going entirely too fast for Fiona today. Every time she turned around it seemed like she was catching a ball just before it hit the floor. Carol had been fantastic today, completely on top of things - Fiona probably wouldn’t have survived the day without her. There were plans to review, people to meet with, memos to read and write… she didn’t get to spare any time for her pet project, the Little Pilot, but that was the way things went sometimes. As the afternoon came to a close and the evening began, her stomach grumbled. She was really looking forward to Aimee’s cooking tonight, she had barely had anything for lunch - Carol had shown up at her desk with a sandwich from the corner store and another coffee, which she took thankfully. She hoped she could convince Aimee to cook a meatloaf tonight, her meatloaf was amazing… then she remembered that she needed to baby Aimee tonight, there would be no homecooked meal. She had to diaper and dominate her friend tonight rather than enjoying their equal friendship, she had to take the Little shopping for a dress and diapers, and a carseat. She sighed, her dreams of the beloved meal dissipating into the air like the steam from one of Aimee’s wonderful dishes.

It was probably going to be fast food again tonight. She knew that the drive-thru sandwich place nearby the apartment sold pureed Little meals, she’d make sure Aimee got the full experience.

No, she sighed to herself, I won’t make Aimee’s baby day unpleasant. She’d dote on her friend, she’d make her feel warm and loved, she’d be a princess for a day. Even though she wasn’t entirely willing at first, Aimee was doing her a huge favor by getting her into Osmium. Hopefully it was the final step she needed to start gathering real testing data on the Little Pilot. Everything would feel worth it when that product was launched, she would help make life better for Littles everywhere. With a heavy heart, she closed up her computer for the day. Carol was gone, she had worked hard today. Fiona would have felt guilty if she had left before her assistant after the woman had worked so hard to keep up with her all day. She headed down to her car and drove off to pick up Aimee.

When the Little climbed into the back of the car and buckled herself in, Fiona could see how happy she was. She must have had another great day. Time to make it even better for her.

“Hello, baby girl,” Fiona purred to her friend, “No talkies until I say so. I want my Little completely silent for now. I had a hard day and I won’t put up with any fussing. We need to get you home and get you diapered so we can go shopping. We’re going to have my favorite restaurant for dinner tonight, since we had yours last night.”

Aimee’s heart rattled around in her chest like a caged animal, she was too giddy to speak anyway. It was time to begin the day of her fantasies, at Fiona’s loving mercy. She couldn’t wait for Fiona to diaper her, she wished they were home already… she also wished she had her paci and a stuffed animal to hug. It was hard to be this happy without something to hug!

Chapter Seven

Aimee’s pulse was racing as she was carried into the apartment by her giant friend, held on one hip as Fiona unlocked the door. She had locked her briefcase in the car, she didn’t want this scene to have any interruptions, she wanted it to be perfect for her friend. She carried Aimee straight to her bedroom and laid her on the bed, wordlessly stripping off her clothing. Aimee was quivering, naked on the bed.

“You’re being such a good girl,” Fiona spoke in a soft, low tone and Aimee felt her bones melt. “Now let’s get you in a nice, thick diaper where you belong.” Fiona grabbed Aimee’s pacifier and teased it between her lips before grabbing another princess diaper from her stash. She noticed the powder that was in the stash this time as well and carried it back. She unfolded the diaper slowly, crinkling the plastic between her hands purposefully, watching Aimee’s reactions. After enough pleasant torture, she lifted Aimee’s ankles easily and slid the diaper underneath her. She dusted her with the powder and rubbed it in gently. Aimee was taking rapid, shallow breaths, her eyes clenched tightly shut and her arms pressed hard against her naked chest. She had no breasts to speak of, not really - there was nothing there to cover, just two tiny bumps that she didn’t even need to wear a bra for most days. Fiona grabbed a stuffed tiger and placed it on Aimee’s chest, coaxing her arms around it before returning to the diaper. She pulled the padding up slowly, pulling one side tight and taping it, then the other. She patted the front of her friend’s fluffy prison and whispered, “Good girl, you’re such a good Little.”

She went back to the closet and pawed through Aimee’s stash again, hoping for a onesie or a dress or something similar… Aimee didn’t seem to have anything like that, so she settled on one of Aimee’s many Tinkerbell shirts. She walked back over to Aimee’s bed and sat the Little up.

“Okay, we have to put your friend down now and put this shirt on,” she said as she gently took the tiger from Aimee and set it down, “Arms up!”

Aimee giggled as she raised her arms and Fiona pulled the shirt on over her head. She took a moment to fluff her curls and handed the tiger back to her. She pocketed Aimee’s license and scooped the Little up and carried her to Fiona’s own bedroom. She set the Little down in her desk chair and raised it as high as it would go, pushing her in to the desk so she was pinned.

“Stay there and don’t touch anything. I want to get out of this suit and into something a bit more casual before we go shopping.” Aimee nodded and cuddled her tiger while Fiona changed… but she didn’t change into her usual t-shirt and jeans, she was in smart black pants and a red blouse. She still looked like the consummate professional, she was keeping her hair in her business style. She swapped out her jewelry and her shoes, grabbed Aimee, and headed for the front door.

“What about pants?” Aimee asked.

“No pants for you, Little one - we don’t want anyone thinking you’re an Independent Little today, your diapers will be on full display until we get you an appropriate outfit for your new station.” Fiona felt awful, she hated every moment of this. She never understood why any Amazon would want to treat a Little this way, and she certainly didn’t understand why Aimee wanted this either. She’d seen it play out often enough though in movies and TV shows, however, so she knew the right things to say. The shield of Aimee’s pacifier bobbed up and down on her face - she was actively sucking on it without being told to. Aimee’s heart was a hummingbird in her chest, fluttering incredibly fast, tiny and fragile in Fiona’s hands. And she hated this feeling, and she hated herself. Aimee was putty in her hands and it made her sick to her stomach.

She carried the happy, diapered Little to the car and buckled her into the booster seat.

“Oh, you’re much too little for this seat now, let’s go buy you a carseat and a pretty outfit… something with a ruffly butt and bows on it.”

Aimee squeed around the pacifier as Fiona closed the door and walked around to the driver’s seat, although she felt anxiety rising in her chest at the thought of going out with no pants at all. What if someone from work sees me? Paranoid thoughts invaded her brain. [I]If I can convince Fiona that this is the way it should be, it won’t matter… I won’t have to go to work any more. I certainly wouldn’t miss Kurt, although he’d be pleased as punch to see me now…

Fiona did have the thought of going to Sir Bearington’s, since Aimee already knew where everything they needed was located in the store, but she decided against that. She didn’t want to make her work life harder, she’d be returning to her normal job on Friday. This was a one-day thing. But she can keep anything we buy, Fiona thought to herself, I rarely spend any money on her… this can be an early birthday gift or something. She shook her head at the thought of buying her best friend diapers and onesies and pacifiers for her birthday, but that’s what she wanted. She was already a licensed Little, she had a lot more leeway in what she could wear and do, unlike the Littles brought in from other dimensions. Aimee could be caught in a diaper in public and have a pretty good chance of getting away scot free. She would be questioned, sure… but the laws were quite clear on the protections of licensed Littles. Still, she didn’t want to humiliate her friend in front of her co-workers. She drove them to a competing big box store across town, Savings Castle. It was fitting, she wanted to be a princess anyway, surely that silly store would have lots of princess-type things for adopted Littles.

Aimee breathed a sigh of relief as they parked at the Savings Castle, there was a very slim chance of running into anyone she knew here. She clung happily to Fiona as her friend cradled her diapered butt and carried her into the store. She nearly swooned when Fiona threaded her legs through the leg holes in the shopping cart. She gripped the cart handle and kicked her feet, cherishing every moment and sensation of this dream come true. Rather than feeling embarrassed about her exposed legs and completely obvious diaper, she decided to own it. She was determined to enjoy every second of this.

“Oh my goodness, what a precious Little you have, she looks so happy!” Aimee turned toward the voice and smiled, it was an Amazon dressed as a courtesan, one of the uniforms of Savings Castle. It wasn’t an elaborate dress or a real period piece, the design on the dress was just made to look like it had fancy stitching and patterns, and that it was multiple layers. It was certainly still more dignified than her own bear costume. Aimee gave a big smile and a small wave, gripping the nipple of the pacifier with her teeth, showing that it wasn’t a Silencer.

“She is so happy,” Fiona confirmed with a forced smile, “Today is her birthday. We’re going to buy her a new outfit and a new paci, and maybe a new stuffie if she’s good.”

“Oh my, her hair is so adorable, those ringlets are so cute!” Aimee felt amazing at the fawning of the greeter, “Oh and her princess diaper, oh you’re such a cute princess, aren’t you? May I?”

“May you what?” Fiona asked, confused.

“Tickle your princess, of course!” Fiona gave a ‘go ahead’ gesture and Aimee collapsed in a pile of giggles as the greeter assaulted her with tickling fingers.

This is the best day ever, Aimee thought to herself happily once the tickle attack ended and she could breathe again. She waved goodbye to the greeter as they went into the store. [I]Adopted Littles have it better than I ever imagined. I even get to pretend it’s my birthday!

Fiona smiled a weak smile, Aimee was clearly happier than she’d ever been, happier than she was at graduation, happier than when they moved in together, happier than when she won her award yesterday. The Little was bouncing slightly on her padded butt in the shopping cart without a care in the world. Fiona could understand wanting a reprieve from the stresses of adulthood, but surely Aimee couldn’t want to give up her freedom forever… I’m going to make this the best day I can for her in every way, the Amazon swore to herself. She pushed the cart to the clothing section first, she needed to get Aimee an outfit to sleep in, something that would keep her in bed since she wasn’t going to buy a crib for this one day. She went straight for the sleepwear.

“Oh, that one please!” Aimee gleefully pointed at a pair of footed pajamas that looked fluffy and entirely too warm for the current weather, it was covered with a sort of soft blue fur and had a hood shaped like a unicorn’s head, complete with a mane.

“Shh,” Fiona scolded gently, “You’re too little to pick out your own clothes. I will pick out your sleep clothes for tonight and your outfit for tomorrow.”

"But Fiona… " Aimee started to whine, she really wanted the unicorn PJs. Fiona glared at her.

“I said no. I need you to be quiet, you do not get a say in your wardrobe, understand?”

“Yes Fiona,” Aimee looked down. She felt cowed, put in her place… and she loved it. She wanted those PJs, but she wanted this feeling even more. She knew Fiona would never in a million years do anything to actually hurt her, she was just playing along. They both knew how the story in the movies went, this was practically a scene straight out of “Pretty Little” and she was treasuring every moment of it, despite being thwarted. She laid her head gently on Fiona’s arm, unable to keep the smile from creeping back across her lips.

Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head as Fiona picked up a blue drawstring sleepsack with thumbless mittens - it was covered with tiny sleeping clouds and had snaps running up the back. If she puts me in that, I won’t be able to move! Aimee thought to herself with equal measures of panic and excitement. She was torn between wanting Fiona to put it back and wanting her to put it in the cart. Indeed it went in the cart, and they moved on. Aimee wished that she could hold the sleepsack, to feel the soft but light fabric… she contented herself with imagining Fiona helping her legs into the sack, her arms into the sleeves… and sealing her in. Her mouth hung open at the next outfit, it was a pale pink onesie with purple heart-shaped buttons going up the front, and it was covered in red and pink and purple hearts, with a thigh-length skirt that covered a series of ruffles on the rump of the snap-crotch. The diaper she was in now would just barely be covered by the skirt, if she did so much as reached upward it would expose the bulky padding… it was beautiful.

“Oh Fi… it’s so beautiful,” Aimee cooed.

“Yes, my gift to you, Little one. You’re going to look so cute crawling around in this.”

Crawling. The word sent a shiver up Aimee’s spine and left a tingle in her brain… Fiona was going to make her crawl. She felt goosebumps rise on her arms and a dazed smile spread across her face.

“Now, you keep talking… you’re too little to talk, princess,” the word made bile rise up in the back of Fiona’s throat, but she could see Aimee’s toes curl as the syllables tumbled from her lips. She wanted to be a princess, a spoiled, diapered princess. “So let’s get you a new paci. One that’s a bit bigger than your current favorite, hmm? I’ll let you pick out the one you want… as long as you pick out the right one.” Fiona could stick to her part, she was going to fulfill Aimee’s fantasy to the best of her ability. She pushed the cart over to the pacifier rack in the Adopted Little section… straight to the Silencers. The characters in the movies always had a Silencer. Fiona actually owned stock in the manufacturer… she wasn’t proud of it, but it was a smart move. Even super progressive places like Albion sold a good number of Silencers, they were practically mandatory purchases on other islands.

Aimee’s heart skipped a beat as they neared the Silencers. She had hoped against hope that she would get one. No Little could be seen buying one of these, it was practically treason. It was hard enough to get the princess diapers she had in her stash… but she wanted one. Even if she could have gotten her hands on one, and she probably could have, she could never use it because it took Amazonian strength to release them… and the last thing she wanted was to get stuck and having to wordlessly beg Fiona for help… but now Fiona was willing to take it out for her. She quickly pointed to a medium size one with a butterfly shield that said “Princess” along the ring. Fiona took it down without a word, tore the packaging open right there, and took Aimee’s favorite pacifier from her mouth. She held up the Silencer and Aimee opened wide, fully aware that she was surrendering her speech to her best friend. Fiona pumped the shield twice and the bulb inflated in her mouth, it was so much more satisfying than her favorite paci. She tested it with her tongue and started wiggling it out of her mouth when Fiona pumped it once more… and it was stuck. Her breathing was rapid and she gripped the cart handle tightly in ecstasy, her knuckles white and her eyes closed. Fiona stroked her cheek, which sent an electric sensation from her face all the way down to her toes. Aimee had no idea it would feel this good.

When she opened her eyes, they were in the Restraints and Carriers section of Adopted Littles, and Fiona was considering the various carseats. She looked like she was trying to decide between a 7-point harness that looked professional, or a 5-point harness with cuffs for the wrists and ankles that were shaped like ladybugs. Aimee pointed at the ladybug seat and grunted. It was cheaper to boot, so it ended up in the cart. The other side of the same aisle had playpens, something she hadn’t expected Fiona to look at in the least. She picked one that looked more portable but had cuffs with leads for the ankles that attached to a center ring in the playpen. Aimee would probably be able to climb out of it, but not if her ankles were restrained. This was the one part she wasn’t sure about… would she be able to keep from getting bored? She absolutely hated being bored, which is why she and Fiona played so many video games together… neither of them could stand boredom.

Next, they headed for the toy aisle… the toy aisle for Littles was adjacent to the aisle of normal children’s’ toys, and they tended to include more difficult puzzles or challenges. Fiona grabbed a princess-themed activity book and a box of crayons, and pushed her over to the stuffed animals. Aimee saw what she wanted almost instantly, she immediately started bouncing and pointing at the pink unicorn with a rainbow tail and mane that was nearly the size of her torso. She was going to name it “Uni” and she didn’t care if anyone thought it was a lame name. Fiona dropped the unicorn of Aimee’s dreams into the cart and started pushing them toward the checkout. Aimee pouted, wanting to hold the unicorn now, but she couldn’t exactly complain. She could make a whining sound, but she didn’t want to irritate Fiona, who was being absolutely amazing.

“Oh, we almost forgot diapers,” Fiona took a sharp right and wheeled them straight to the princess diapers. Aimee saw her favorite kind… the ones she had to do some trading for on a rather shady website, and even then she could only get half a package. She hadn’t wanted the fact that she bought diapers as a Little in any purchasing database, just in case. Fiona skipped her favorite pack and instead grabbed another one from the same manufacturer that read “Princess Diapers - Nighttime Care, Extra Thick to Last Your Sleeping Beauty for 12 hours”. Her heart was aflutter, she wanted to touch one, to feel how thick it was, to feel the smooth plastic and hear the crinkle.

“Ma’am,” a stern female voice came from behind Fiona, breaking Aimee out of her reverie, “I would like a word with you please.”

“What seems to be the problem?” Fiona asked the police officer, who was standing next to a younger male Royal Guard, Savings Castle’s security personnel, never dropping her cool and collected demeanor for a moment.

“You have a suspicious situation here, that’s all. You have a Little wearing a normal shirt, a diaper and no pants, you tore open a Silencer, and you’re buying a lot of first-time Little gear here. Where did you get this Little?”

“She’s a willing participant, ma’am. She requested this,” Fiona calmly assured the security woman, Aimee blushed deeply.

“Uh-huh, I hear that a lot. Do you have your Adoption Card for this Little?”

“No ma’am, we are formalizing the adoption tomorrow,” Fiona said, knowing full well how badly this looked. Aimee’s license was in her purse… it would either save her or damn her depending on how this played out. She kept her face calm, but inside she was terrified… and angry at Aimee for putting her in this situation.

“Of course you are,” the officer said condescendingly, “I need you to walk with this nice guardsman to the end of the aisle while I talk to the Little here, please.” The young man waited for Fiona to comply and then followed her to the end of the aisle as well, while the officer lifted Aimee out of the cart and set her barefoot on the cold tiles of the store floor. “Hello, miss. My name is Officer Garnier and I’m here to help you however I can. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. I just need to know if you need my help.” The officer calmly explained while she released the Silencer pacifier and removed it from Aimee’s mouth, who looked positively terrified and on the verge of tears. “Shhh, everything’s okay,” the officer placed a calming two fingers on Aimee’s shoulder, “Is this woman holding you against your will?”

“No officer,” Aimee choked out, trying to keep her tears under control. Losing control now would only make everything look worse, she was so scared for Fiona. Kidnapping a licensed Little was a serious offense, if she messed this up, she could ruin Fiona’s life forever - just the accusation of it, having to defend it in court… it carried a serious stigma. The thought was terrifying. "I… asked her to adopt me tonight. Her name is Fiona Marr, I’m Aimee Perrin. I’m a licensed Little and I’m willingly surrendering my adulthood to her… " her cheeks burned with shame and she stared at the floor, “I’m in love with her. She didn’t do anything wrong, this is all my fault!” And with that, Aimee lost control and became a blubbering mess.

“Shh, shh… it’s okay, don’t cry, princess,” the officer’s demeanor shifted drastically, she picked Aimee up and held her tightly, rocking her back and forth gently, stroking her back softly as she sobbed. "It’s okay, your mommy isn’t in trouble. I’ve got a Little of my own, I know how it is. This must be very scary for you, shhh… " After a short while she said, “Do you or your mommy have your license?” Aimee couldn’t reply, she was sobbing too hard. The officer beckoned Fiona and the guardsman back over, handing the half-naked, sobbing Little over to Fiona’s reluctantly waiting arms. She held her friend tightly, not trying to silence her, just holding her as she had done many times over their years of friendship. Aimee felt the pacifier nipple being placed gently against her lips and she took it willingly and suckled on the uninflated bulb, sniffling behind the shield. “Do you have her license?” the officer asked.

Fiona froze for a moment and nodded, fear gripping her heart. She didn’t hear what had been said between the officer and Aimee, but the woman had handed the pacifier back to Fiona to give to Aimee, so she hoped for the best. She shifted Aimee in her grasp and reached into her purse, producing Aimee’s license badge. The officer pulled out her department-issued phone and scanned the badge. She tapped a few buttons and held the screen out to Fiona.

“Do you swear that you are not holding or taking this Little against her will?” Fiona nodded silently, the officer pointed at the screen and continued, “Please press your thumb here.” Fiona complied and the officer gestured, Fiona turned the sniffling Little in her arms so she could see Officer Garnier, “Do you swear that this Amazon is not taking you against your will, that you are willingly submitting to her authority?” Aimee nodded vigorously and the officer pointed at the screen again. “Please press your thumb here.”

Aimee extended a trembling hand and placed her thumb where the officer directed. The device spit out a small plastic card, about the size of Aimee’s license.

“This is a temporary Adoption License, this is not legally binding. You will still have to file the correct paperwork for the state to recognize your relationship formally, but this will keep a situation like this from happening again in the meantime. I’m very sorry for the trauma to your Little, ma’am, but as I’m sure you know - Little safety is extremely important in Gaule. We don’t want any Native Littles taken against their will, I hope you don’t think too poorly of me.”

“Of course not officer,” Fiona said coolly, finally relaxing as she took the two license cards from the now-friendly woman. “You were just doing your job. I’ve been friends with this Little for a very long time, if someone were holding her against her will, I would absolutely want you to swoop in and save her. Thank you very much for your service.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Officer Garnier said warmly, “She’s a very cute Little, I hope you two are very happy together.” And with that, she and the young security guard were off. Fiona squeezed Aimee tightly, finally able to have her own freakout and she breathed rapidly for a while, just holding Aimee before she had regained the composure to try and calm down. That had been quite a scare.

Chapter Eight

Uni had calmed Aimee down considerably - she was clutching him tightly, buckled into her new ladybug carseat. Her ankles were restrained, the happy little ladybugs smiling up at her, holding her legs firmly in place. The five-point harness held her firmly in place, two shoulder straps, two lap straps, and a strap between her legs. Aimee felt incredibly secure in her new seat, and the best part was that it would require Fiona’s help to get in and out, which meant more attention for her. They were on their way home now, which meant dinner and video games. Other than the scare in the store, this had been a fantastic night.

Fiona pulled into the drive-thru of her favorite Cathayan cuisine place, Aimee hated eating here and objected strongly every time it was suggested, but she just wasn’t feeling in a position to complain this time. Fiona ordered a ridiculously spicy chicken dish, and a sweet-and-sour dish for Aimee… without even asking the Little her preference. Fiona wasn’t enjoying babying her friend at all, but she figured she might as well enjoy the perks. Aimee, however, found a strange bliss in not being consulted… which was only compounded by the mounting pressure on her bladder. She buried her face in Uni’s mane and peed herself, closing her eyes and focusing all of her attention on the thick, comfortable diaper as it grew warm between her legs. It felt so much better than the ones she wore at work, she could easily get used to this wonderful feeling. Doing this while Fiona collected and paid for Aimee’s dinner without ever asking her what she wanted made it all the more magical.

As they neared the apartment, Fiona noticed that Aimee had nodded off in her apparently quite comfy carseat. She found herself simultaneously irritated and amused. Aimee still needed to eat some dinner, however, so she was going to have to wake the Little. Fiona left the warm food on the passenger seat and popped the trunk, before she unstrapped Aimee’s ankles and unbuckled her. She held the Little to her, letting the ridiculous stuffed unicorn fall to the floorboards of the car. She grabbed a bag from the trunk and slipped it over her wrist, this was going to take at least two trips. She carried the unconscious Little upstairs, dropping the bag of clothing next to the couch before laying Aimee on the soft cushions. She hurried back downstairs, grabbing the food and the bag of diapers - very glad that she could leave the playpen in the trunk, she’d need that at the office tomorrow. She hurried back upstairs again and sat down to enjoy a bit of her meal before waking Aimee…

When Aimee awoke, she had her hands tied behind her with something soft, bound to the legs of her Little-aid chair. She looked down to see that Fiona had raided her stash again and found her kitten bib. She back looked up, still a bit confused… only to be greeted with a spoonful of the sweet and sour chicken entering her mouth. She sputtered for a moment and started chewing, while Fiona had another bite of the spicy chicken. Aimee couldn’t remember what kind of peppers they used in that dish, but she could smell the heat of them from where she was.

“I’m so glad princess already owned a bib and a bottle, I completely forgot to buy them. Open wide,” Aimee had just finished chewing the previous bite before the new one was between her lips. She chomped happily, savoring this moment. She was helpless, bound to a chair, awakened to find herself in a bib and a wet diaper with her true love spoonfeeding her dinner, a bottle of milk waiting on hand. The meal tasted better than she remembered and it was over too quickly. Fiona released her hands so she could hold up her own bottle. “I hope you don’t have too much trouble falling to sleep since you had a nap in the car, Little girl.”

Fiona laid Aimee down on her bed and left the room for a moment. Aimee closed her eyes and suckled the bottle, loving every moment. The milk tasted sweeter than she remembered… her diaper had grown clammy, but that was easily solved. She smiled as it grew warm again. Aimee opened her eyes as she heard Fiona re-enter the room, and they shot completely wide as the Amazon tore the tag off of the sleepsack.

"I want to play some video games before bed, we haven’t finished our Civ game… " Aimee looked up with a pitiful expression to her friend.

“Oh no, you’re much too little for that video game, it has fighting in it. I’m going to go play some, but you’re going to be completely immobilized here in your room in your lovely new PJs.” With a smile, Fiona took the bottle and set it aside on the desk. “Oh, someone is wet… let’s get you into a fresh diaper before bed, hmm?” Aimee’s pulse was racing again as Fiona went to go fetch the bag of extra thick princess diapers… she was very much looking forward to how those felt, but she wasn’t ready to go to bed. She was feeling quite refreshed from the nap and full from dinner.

She was a puddle in mere moments, however… Fiona strode back into the room with an Amazonian confidence that no Little could ever have, tore open the package of diapers and started stacking them on top of Aimee’s dresser. Diapers. Out there in the open. The butterflies in Aimee’s stomach were flapping so furiously they may have been trying to start a whirlwind. Aimee could barely breathe… and then Fiona was tearing open the tapes of her wet diaper. She was wordlessly wiped, lifted, powdered… and then the thickest padding she had ever felt was being drawn closed around her privates. It was like the padding was reinforced in this diaper, her legs were forced wide apart, the fluff was unyielding. She covered her eyes with her hands, her heart in her throat as Fiona did up the four tapes… and then the tapes ripped open again as Fiona adjusted the top tapes, making the fit incredibly snug.

Then one of her arms was forcibly moved from her face and fed into a sleeve, followed by the other. Fiona was putting her in the sleeper she bought at the store. Aimee’s eyes shot open as Fiona rolled her over onto her stomach and forced her legs into the sack-like bottom and started snapping up the back.

“Fiona… can I please watch you play the game? I’ll be quiet,” Aimee said in a voice softer than she expected.

Part of Fiona wanted desperately to tell her, No - you wanted to be the baby and now you’re getting put to bed. Shut up. …but she couldn’t. She couldn’t do that to Aimee, no matter how badly she wanted to. She pulled the drawstring tight, making sure that the best Aimee could do was crawl very slowly, and picked her up. She kept repeating to herself, It’s only one night. It’s only one day. This will all be over soon.

“Okay, baby - you can watch, but one peep out of you and it’s off to bed. You’re going to lay on the couch and drink your baba and when I decide we’re done, you’re going to bed with no fussing. Got it?” Aimee’s heart swelled, Fiona was falling in love with her! This was going just like all of her best fantasies… well, in the best fantasies she still got to play games, but she’d take it. She lifted her mittened hands up and smiled. Fiona picked her up and cradled her, carrying her to the couch. She grabbed a throw pillow and propped Aimee up with it, laying her down on the couch so she could see the TV. Fiona disappeared into the kitchen to rinse and refill Aimee’s bottle with juice while Aimee tested her bonds. Her legs were a bit scrunched in the sack and the padded mittens prevented her from using her hands at all. She wiggled her confined fingers, giggling at the helpless sensation until Fiona plopped the nipple of the bottle in her mouth, and she had to use both padded hands to hold the bottle. She sucked at it greedily while Fiona fired up the game, savoring this moment.
Fiona is loving this, she thought to herself, maybe it can be like this every night! Aimee swore that she’d make her time in Fiona’s office as pleasant as possible tomorrow, she’d make Fiona want her around all the time, she could be the office baby… everyone in the movies loved the office baby. She snuggled into the couch and drank the bottle, watching Fiona play their favorite game contentedly.

After a while, Fiona looked over to a sleeping Aimee. The Little had passed out, the bottle rolling out of her mittened hands to rest next to her on the couch. But rather than fawning over the sleeping Little as Aimee hoped she would, the only thought in Fiona’s mind was…[I] Oh, I hope she waits until she’s at the club to poop. I really don’t want to clean her up.


Aimee awoke in the middle of the night to an aching bladder. She sat up and tried to swing her legs out of the bed before she realized where she was… or rather, what she was wearing. Her legs found immediate resistance, the drawstring to the sleepsack had been tied to the footboard of the bed. Then she felt the padding and remembered the mittens. She was trapped in bed in the thickest diaper she had ever experienced, she couldn’t use her hands, couldn’t get out of bed… she was stuck. She looked around for her stuffed unicorn, her new friend Uni… but he was nowhere to be found. She searched for a paci but couldn’t find that either. She pouted and laid back down. She could cry for Fiona… but Fi hated being woken up at night. She just wouldn’t have a paci or a stuffie for this. She closed her eyes and relaxed her bladder, feeling the hot urine leave her and be absorbed by the thick padding… the normal princess diapers could take 2 or 3 heavy wettings, these were much thicker.

She grinned, wondering how many times she could wet in this one before it leaked… she rolled over onto her side, but it was really uncomfortable with the thick padding holding her legs apart. That was an unexpected unpleasantry of the otherwise perfect diaper, it felt way better than even her previously favorite daytime princess diapers. She tossed and turned a bit before finding another comfortable position on her back, her legs bent and her knees in the air, but she found she couldn’t get back to sleep. She was wide awake thanks to her short nap in the car. A sly smile crept across her face and she turned to her favorite nighttime activity… fantasy, but this time would be the best ever! She was literally living out her favorite fantasy. She replayed the evening in her mind, Fiona’s take-charge attitude, her warm smiles, her loving arms. Fiona was loving this as much as she was, and Aimee felt warm all over. As she remembered Fiona tearing open the pacifier in the store and forcing it between her lips, she couldn’t control herself any longer. She rolled over and began grinding against the wet diaper, panting, trying desperately to use the mittens to adjust the diaper so it was rubbing her just right, a fold in the right spot… She propped herself up with her useless mittened hands, replaying the memories of Fiona in the store, the carseat, the paci, the diapers, rocking her hips rhythmically, rubbing the warm, wet padding against her just right… and after some time and several orgasms, she rolled back to her back and drifted off.

Chapter Nine

Again Fiona was awake before the alarm, feeling unpleasant. She was going to have to baby her friend all day today, carry her, feed her, change her… this wasn’t what she wanted their friendship to be! She and Aimee were supposed to be teammates, complimenting each others’ strengths and covering each others’ weaknesses. They did puzzles together, they played games… they were equals. Fiona didn’t want a baby, she wanted a friend. She rose from bed with a giant sigh, again steeling herself for the day - this was it, as soon as the work day was done, the baby fantasy was over. Hopefully Aimee would have it out of her system and they could go back to the way things were.

Fiona took a moment to wash the baby bottle before preparing a breakfast shake in it, Aimee could have a liquid breakfast today, she’d probably love it anyway. She walked into her friend’s room with the bottle in hand, only to find Aimee still fast asleep. Fiona smiled a bit, Aimee really did like this - you could tell because even in her sleep, she wore a smile. I don’t care that she wants to dress like a baby, she can sleep like this every day, it makes no difference to me, she thought to herself, I just want her to still pull her own weight. Clothes are fine, they don’t matter… but I’m not willing to lose my friend or gain a baby. Fiona’s smile had faded as she untied the drawstring and carried Aimee to the living room, not completely gently. She slipped the nipple of the bottle into the still-sleeping Aimee’s mouth, moving her hands up to hold it.

“Wake up, baby,” she called to Aimee, drawing her out of dreamland, “Wake up and eat your breakfast. We need to get a start on the day.”

Aimee blinked the sleep from her eyes as she sucked at the nipple of the bottle. A grin spread across her face as she realized she wasn’t even in her bed, she was back on the couch. She let her bladder go again, re-warming the thick diaper, feeling it grow ever heavier. Drinking and wetting simultaneously was a new and novel experience for her, and it felt wonderful. Fiona headed for a quick shower, leaving Aimee alone to nurse and fantasize. When she was done, Aimee was almost done as well. Her diaper felt amazingly heavy, she wondered what it would feel like to walk in it. She squeezed her thighs together, expecting the diaper to give up a little of the liquid… but it felt like this diaper could last the rest of the day if she needed it to. The thought made her giggle.

“Okay, baby girl,” Fiona said, walking back into Aimee’s view, her hair coiffed, her suit spotless, her jewelry and makeup perfect. “Time to get you dressed. My meeting at Osmium doesn’t start until 11 AM, we’ll show up a little early to get your paperwork done and you checked in. Remember, you’re an Adopted Little today, I need you to act like it at the office. Be nice to my secretary, call her Miss Joly and do whatever she says. She doesn’t have a Little, she may not want to interact with you at all, but you are to obey her unquestioningly.” Fiona carried the immobilized Little back to her bed, laying her on her stomach and unsnapping the sleepsack. Aimee blushed fiercely at being face down with her sodden diapered rump in the air, but it wasn’t there for long before she was sadly free of the restrictive garment and laying on her back. Fiona reached over and grabbed one of the nighttime princess diapers that she stacked on top of the dresser and quickly changed Aimee, including a new cloud of sweet-smelling powder. While she walked to the living room to get the new outfit, Aimee tugged at the tapes of the diaper… not because she wanted to remove it, but because she wanted to intensify the feeling of helplessness. No matter how hard she pulled, the tape didn’t budge, she was well and truly trapped in this diaper until her friend decided otherwise. She rubbed the front of the dry, fluffy diaper, reveling in how it forced her legs apart, the feel of the smooth plastic under her fingertips, the delightful crinkle that accompanied every movement… but she managed to stop herself before Fiona came back in.

Fiona pulled the onesie on over her head like a t-shirt then without asking, pushed her onto her back and began snapping the garment closed at her crotch. Aimee watched in the mirror, the crotch of the pink princess diaper was so wide, it peeked out on either side of the onesie. The sight made her feel tingly. She knew at some level it was wrong to enjoy this - elsewhere in the world, Littles were being forced into this treatment unwillingly, for real, forced to be babies, pets, or dolls for their Amazon betters. She had no idea why she felt this allure, it probably had something to do with her relative safety from this treatment - by virtue of being born on the “right” piece of dirt, she had freedoms and rights other Littles could only dream of… while she fantasized about the very things they sometimes risked their lives to avoid. She felt a sudden pang of guilt at the thought.
“Okay princess, let’s fix those ringlets,” Fiona sat Aimee at her Little-sized vanity, completely unaware of the Little’s change in mood, and went through Aimee’s usual beauty routine with her. Aimee was actually impressed that Fiona remembered exactly how she did this… but Fiona always did have great attention to detail. It wasn’t long at all before she found herself in the ladybug carseat, her new butterfly Silencer inflated in her mouth, and her wrists and ankles held firmly by smiling ladybugs, her eternally happy jailers. She looked longingly at Uni on the floorboards of the car, but Fiona was already in the driver’s seat and she couldn’t exactly ask for him. She entertained herself by struggling as hard as possible against the bonds… the ladybugs held her as surely as any steel band, it was positively delicious. She sucked on the inflated bulb of the pacifier, gazing at herself in the mirror as they cruised along the road… she looked impossibly cute, the perfect Little. Big blue eyes, golden ringlets, incredibly thick pink diaper almost completely unhidden by the ruffled skirt of the onesie, and thoroughly bound. She felt like a model or a movie star in one of her favorite films… and she couldn’t wipe the grin from her face if she tried.

“The top dogs really made you adopt a Little, huh… oh hell, is that Aimee!?” Aimee buried her face in Fiona’s shoulder, they hadn’t even made it all the way into the building and someone had spotted them. The voice belonged to Marc, one of the designers that used to work directly under Fiona. Marc and his partner Adrien used to come over for board game nights but they hadn’t been around for months. “I… I thought she had been joking about wanting you to be her mommy?” Aimee couldn’t face Marc… but she didn’t end up with much of a choice. He took her gently by the chin and turned her face, looking into her blue eyes which were heavily contrasted by her crimson cheeks.

“Marc, perfect. Here,” she handed Marc the playpen box she had been half-dragging behind her, “I’ll fill you in, let’s go back and grab my briefcase, you’re saving me a trip. Perfect timing.”

“Fiona… why is your licensed,” he whispered the word fiercely as he followed Fiona back toward the car, lugging the playpen box in both hands, “roommate dressed like an Adopted Little? You don’t even want a Little!”

"You’re right, but I need a membership at Osmium and… " Fiona started, but suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the parking lot. A black sedan waited impatiently for him to move out of the way, the driver frowning.

“Fiona Marr,” he said with venom in his voice as he regained his senses and advanced on her, freeing the car to continue on its way. “Are you seriously telling me that you adopted Aimee just to get you into that awful club? Poor Aimee!”

“Poor Aimee nothing,” Fiona growled, “She begged me for this and it’s only temporary.” Aimee flinched, not wanting to own up to her dirty secret in front of a friend, but she couldn’t defend herself. She hid her face, tears welling up in her eyes.

“I don’t understand,” Marc intoned, confused.

"Aimee… " Fiona stammered for a moment, but recovered, “Wanted to see what it was like to be an Adopted Little, she’s… thinking of writing a book from the Little’s perspective, and I need a Little to get me into the club. She volunteered to help me, it turned out to be mutually beneficial.”

“Aimee, you’re so brave,” Marc had stars in his voice as he closed the rest of the gap, catching up. Fiona saw red for a moment, Aimee was not in the right here and she had just made her out to look like a saint.

“Yeah,” Fiona said, grabbing her briefcase. “Let’s go get our brave little princess into her playpen so I can do some work.”

"Hey, do you need a babysitter tomorrow? Adrien… " Marc looked away from Fiona as they walked, headed back into the building with Fiona’s things, to Aimee’s delight she had also grabbed Uni as well, the bag with the activity book and crayons, the playpen, and of course a very well-diapered Little. “I think Adrien is getting a case of Baby Fever. He keeps casually dropping hints that we should look into adoption.”

“You want to borrow Aimee to see how bad he’s got it?” Fiona asked. Aimee hid her face, on the one hand she took some delight in her plans being decided without her, on the other hand she didn’t want Marc and Adrien changing her diapers, she didn’t even really want Marc to see her like this at all.

“Yeah, do you mind? We’d take good care of her, she’d be spoiled for the night.”

“Well Marc, I’m not the person to ask, she’s not my Little,” Fiona said once the three of them were alone in an elevator, the words felt like a jagged shard of glass in Aimee’s chest. “As far as I’m concerned, she’s in charge of her own diapers as soon as we get home. I’m happy to help her with her… book, and in exchange she’s helping me get into Osmium to finalize things with Whitmore.”

“Lawrence Whitmore?” Marc asked, surprised. “Oh, Aimee - you’re doing us ALL a huge favor. Whitmore has all the keys to our work for the last 2 years seeing the light of day. It could spell a new era of freedom for Littles worldwide!”

“Help me set up her playpen in my office?” Fiona asked as the elevator dinged for the 14th floor, “I really appreciate it, Marc.”

The previous conversation disappeared in a puff of smoke from the fire that was the revelation that Fiona was a hair’s breadth from clearing the next major roadblock for their shared project. Aimee sat on the floor, her legs spread wide while her two Amazonian friends assembled her prison for the day. Her feelings were a storm, her heart clinging to a liferaft as the torrents swirled around it. Yes, she was living out her ultimate fantasy, she was about to get to spend some playtime in Fiona’s office while Fiona worked, playing with toys and relaxing in a thick diaper with zero responsibility… but the illusion that Fiona was coming around to her point of view had just suffered a major fracture. She blinked back tears as she tried to remember the specific tone of Fiona’s voice as she said, she’s not my Little… was she angry? Sad? Aimee was so wrapped up in this fantasy so tightly that her emotions, her analysis was far from impartial. The words felt like an open wound in her heart, she felt as though she was bleeding inside.

No, Aimee told herself, closing her eyes. [I]Fiona just said that because Marc was pushing. She was so happy last night, she was so commanding in the store… she couldn’t fake that, right? I just have to try harder, be cuter… I have to be the perfect Little for her.

She was still lost in thought as Fiona set her down in the newly constructed playpen… but the feeling of the restraints closing around her ankles snapped her back to reality.

“Thanks a ton, Marc. I really appreciate the assist. Hey, we really need to get together for boardgames again soon. Message me with Adrien’s availability?”

“Yes, Ms. Marr,” he teased on his way out the door, giving her a coy wave.

Aimee stood, the bells on the ankle cuffs ringing as she waddled to the edge of the playpen. It only came to her chest, without the restraints tying her to a fortified ring in the center of the playpen, she would be able to climb out easily. The playpen was a soft lilac, rectangular in shape. Now that it was constructed, Fiona could collapse it by pressing a couple of buttons and lifting the restraining ring, it would fold up into a very portable cylinder for her.

“Okay, I’m going to take your paci out after I finish my morning communications. They tend to be stressful, so I need silence. That means no bell ringing, either. You need to sit perfectly still and do something quietly,” she said as she grabbed Aimee by the torso and put her in a sitting position. She set the activity book and box of crayons down in the playpen, and tucked Uni beside her.

Aimee pouted, she wasn’t getting an opportunity to turn her Little charms on Fiona, she had to show her how wonderful it was to be adored by someone, to be worshipped, to be surrendered to, to be trusted… She needed Fiona to feel, well, the compliment to what she felt. Love. The love of a Little for her mommy. Aimee blushed at this thought, even in her fantasies she didn’t call Fiona ‘mommy’, but she had never been closer to her goal than she was right now.

“Oh,” Carol’s voice floated across Fiona’s office, interrupting the steady stream of keyboard clacks, “I see we have a visitor this morning.”

Chapter Ten

Carol brought the steaming cup of black coffee and the lone bagel on a small plate to Fiona’s desk, she didn’t need to ask her preferences on this matter any more, which made her feel good.

“Oh,” she said with a smile to Fiona, not able to see inside the playpen set to one side in the office, “I see we have a visitor this morning.”

“Yes,” Fiona agreed distractedly, taking a sip of the scalding coffee without a flinch - drinking superheated coffee was a skill all its own. Her eyes never flicked away from her screen. She had a personal policy not to bother with company e-mail on personal time and her people knew it. If there was anything urgent, they knew to message her phone directly. Unfortunately, this led to a more stressful morning routine as she had to catch up. “Aimee will be with us all day today, but only today.”

“Okay,” Carol agreed, puzzled. Why would the Little only be here today? she asked herself, I wonder who she belongs to, then. Fiona had mentioned a “Little problem”, but hadn’t said much else. Honestly, Carol hadn’t seen too many adopted Littles in person. Her sister lived on the other side of the island and they didn’t get together too often. Charlotte and Matthew looked very happy in photos and videos, not that Carol understood it. Matthew had been an electrician, reasonably successful… and now he spent his days in diapers, doted on by Charlotte. Only 1 in 5 Amazons in Gaule had adopted a Little and they tended to be in the upper echelon. Gaule didn’t provide government assistance to Amazons adopting Littles like Albion and Catalon, and frankly most Amazon-controlled islands. Adopting a Little was fine, but you had to finance it yourself… and they had to want it.
Carol’s curiosity got the better of her and she approached the playpen. The Little was sitting down inside, her legs spread wide, a coloring book open in front of her. She was coloring away, not a care in the world. She was a small blonde thing, tiny… she seemed smaller than the Littles she was used to. Carol stood at the edge of the playpen, and the tiny angel looked up at her with big blue eyes, her ringlets bouncing in rhythm with the bobbing of her pacifier. It was like the world narrowed to a point with this tiny, helpless, adorable creature at its center. Carol felt a strange sensation in her breasts, a pressure… and a wetness.

“Fiona, may I borrow your Little for a moment?” Carol heard her voice ask, it sounded distant.

“Sure,” Fiona answered, still distracted by her computer. She answered without looking up, her fingers still flying across the keyboard.

Aimee gaze up at the new woman, this must be Fiona’s assistant Miss Joly. What does she mean borrow me? Aimee wondered to herself as the giant woman reached down and uncuffed her legs, hauling her out of the playpen and carrying her out of the room. The woman was rhythmically patting her diapered bottom, which was making her pulse race. She clung to the woman, looking around. She was carried to a room labeled “Mother’s Room”, which was empty except for an overstuffed chair and a changing table. They sat down in the chair, the woman setting Aimee down in her lap. All she could do was suck on the pacifier… so she did.
“You are the cutest thing I have ever seen,” Carol still felt spacey, out of control. She reached inside her blouse and unclipped her bra while the Little just stared up at here with those baby blue eyes, the pacifier shield bobbing happily. Carol felt her lap grow warm, the little darling was wetting her diapers right now. The wet spot on her blouse grew, and suddenly she understood why Amazons adopted. There must be a perfect Little out there for every Amazon… like a soul mate. She had to find out more about this Little, she was in love. She lifted her blouse and released the pacifier from the cutie’s mouth. “Aimee,” she said dreamily as she guided the Little’s mouth to her leaking nipple.

Aimee wasn’t sure how to feel about this, breastfeeding was something she had only dreamed about trying, but always with Fiona. This felt like… cheating. She resisted, which took every ounce of willpower she had, but Miss Joly was so strong.

“Miss Joly, wait,” Aimee protested, but was quickly silenced as the Amazon refused to pause, pushing her nipple between Aimee’s lips. Her milk was sweet, already leaking from the nipple. It may have been the best thing she ever tasted, and her willpower melted away completely as she began to suckle vigorously. It was amazing. Why would a Little want to be anything but adopted by a caring Amazon? she asked herself, but it was her last coherent thought. Once the milk hit her stomach, something changed in her and all she could do was… feel. She could feel Miss Joly’s warmth, her caring, her arms. She could smell the milk, she could taste the love, but she had no real thoughts. Even when she began wetting uncontrollably, the closest thing she got to a thought was a wave of pleasure. Her body twitched and convulsed lightly, quickly in Miss Joly’s arms.

Caroline Joly moaned softly, biting her lip as she felt the Little Aimee drawing that warm fluid from her. She had never known her body was even capable of these feelings. As soon as the milk stopped flowing from one breast, every fiber of her being demanded that the other one be drained next. Aimee was in a daze as she switched nipples, but she re-latched without hesitation on her right breast. She didn’t have much milk to give, this was the first few drops her body had ever produced, but every drop was sheer ecstasy for both of them. Carol dug her fingers into Aimee’s hair, massaging the Little’s scalp as she fed.

When Carol finally came to her senses, Aimee was unconscious in her arms. She snuggled the Little close.

“Oh, you must have been so tired, poor thing,” she planted a soft kiss on Aimee’s forehead… and suddenly her body was flooded with anger. “How could anyone let you work? How could anyone let you do anything but crawl and play? I don’t even think you should be allowed to speak.” Everything about this felt right, a Little belonged at the breast of an Amazon, diapered and helpless. She didn’t know how, but she could literally taste Aimee’s happiness, it was like a thick smell that permeated the room… but at the same time, it wasn’t. The room smelled of powder and disinfectant… but there was some other sense there, something she didn’t even know that she had, and it was overloaded to the point of intoxication with Aimee’s joy. She had felt the instant that the Little had given in and accepted the milk, she could taste it as the bliss had flooded her tiny body. She had almost orgasmed when she felt the Little wetting her diaper as she drank.

“Holy shit,” Carol said to her reflection in the mirror, snapping out of it. “Oh my… that was… wow.” She slipped her bra back on and clasped it while Aimee lay unconscious across her thighs. She frowned at the round spots on her blouse, but there wasn’t much she could do about that. She wasn’t sure what she was going to say to Fiona, but suddenly she understood. The urge to baby a Little was overwhelming when it hit, she had never felt anything like it. She had to get out of this room, that smell… that taste… whatever it was, that new sensation was thick here. She held the sleeping Aimee close to her as she hurried back to Fiona’s office, hoping her boss was still busy, sure that she’d be able to smell what had happened on her. She stopped rushing as she reached Fiona’s door, taking a deep breath and walking calmly. The keyboard was still clacking away, stopping only so Fiona could gesture at the screen to navigate. Carol laid Aimee back down in the playpen, re-securing her ankles and dropping her pacifier next to her sleeping form before slipping back out of the office.
Fiona barely looked up as Carol slipped out of the room. She raised an eyebrow, finally registering that Carol had stepped out with Aimee, but she hadn’t been gone all that long, maybe twenty minutes. She hit send on her final piece of catch-up and drained the last drops from the coffee cup before sending Carol a message of thanks to her workstation, asking for a refill when she got a spare moment. She looked at her calendar, it was a little too early to head out to her meeting at Osmium. She stood up and walked over to the playpen, expecting to see Aimee coloring or pouting due to boredom… but she was surprised to find the Little fast asleep. Irritation rose in her quickly.

She hasn’t even been awake that long, Fiona thought angrily to herself, I can’t believe she’s napping already. No wonder she’s never gotten a better job, she’s lazier than I realized. She turned away in disgust at her friend and sat back down at her chair. She had been feeling badly for being a little short with Aimee this morning, but any trace of that near-guilt was completely gone now. She started reviewing her plans, what she was going to discuss with Whitmore, how she was going to work the pitch, when Carol slipped back in quietly with a fresh cup of coffee, swapping it for the empty one.

“Here you go, Miss Ma… Fiona,” she smiled. Old habits indeed died hard. She fought the urge to go stare down at the sleeping Little.

“Oh Carol, thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Fiona returned the smile. She really did appreciate Carol, for everything she did. The interference she ran, the advice she gave, and the incredible attentiveness that she devoted.

“It’s my pleasure,” Carol returned as she started to leave with the cup, but she couldn’t stop herself as she heard the bells of Aimee’s ankle cuffs jingle and saw the blonde angel sit up in the playpen, her tiny hands stretching above the rim that floated above the mesh netting. “What’s the story with the Little?” she asked quietly, still quite near to Fiona.

“Aimee is my roommate, we’ve been friends for a long, long time. She’s helping me out by playing the part of my Adopted Little today to help me get into Osmium. She’s… a good friend.” Her irritation was still high, but they really had been friends for a very long time. She had definitely been angrier with Aimee than she was currently, like the time that the Little had been talked into stealing her bras for a local group of Littles to burn in a sympathy protest against Catalon. Aimee was a good person, she was just a little selfish.

“So she’s not… really Adopted?” Carol had a note of surprise in her voice. Aimee had wet herself twice in the short time that Carol had her, she figured that the Little had been diapered forever and that Fiona was babysitting for a friend or something similar.

“No, she’s Licensed. She’s just a friend doing a favor.”

“Oh,” Carol felt simultaneously disappointed and horrified. She had violated that poor Little, but at the same time, there was no way a Licensed Little would want someone to adopt them for real. Something inside Carol was telling her to go claim her, to call the Little her own, to potentially fight Fiona to possess her. “That’s very nice of her,” Carol finished. “I’ve got to get back to work, message me if you need anything, Fiona.” Her smile was weak as she fled from the room, full of conflicting feelings.

Aimee stood up, her ankles jingling as Carol left the room, she blushed… she didn’t want Fiona to know that she had cheated on her. It wasn’t really my fault,Aimee told herself, I couldn’t stop her. Her cheeks burned with shame at the memory, that milk had been the best tasting thing she had ever, and Carol had been so strong, so forceful… everything she wanted from Fiona. But I’m in love with Fiona! She looked over at the love of her life, so adult, so powerful at her computer in her spotless suit.

“I love you so much,” Aimee whispered, knowing that Fiona wouldn’t hear her. She only hoped that Miss Joly wouldn’t say anything about it.


Re: It’s the Little Choices - Diaper Dimension - Chapters 6-10 (Updated 7/1)

Interesting twist! So let’s see: Here’s adorable Little Aimee, licensed and unavailable for adoption but secretly desiring just that. And here is her Amazon roomie Fiona, with whom she is in love, the one Amazon she considers herself willing to give up her freedom for. And to this mix we now add Helen, her boss, who desperately wishes Aimee wanted to be an adopted Little because she would care for her so lovingly! And Wendy, the predatory shopper, who wants to get hold of Aimee somehow despite the laws protecting licensed Littles and treat her about as badly as anyone on Catalon. And now there is Carol, Fiona’s secretary, whose baby fever was awakened suddenly by mere proximity to the intensely adorable Aimee and who now would love to adopt her herself.

Complifreakingcations! Everyone wants Aimee except the one she wants​ to want her. Jeez!

And we haven’t even gotten to daycare yet!

Re: It’s the Little Choices - Diaper Dimension - Chapters 6-10 (Updated 7/1)

[QUOTE=kerry;69770]Interesting twist! So let’s see: Here’s adorable Little Aimee, licensed and unavailable for adoption but secretly desiring just that. And here is her Amazon roomie Fiona, with whom she is in love, the one Amazon she considers herself willing to give up her freedom for. And to this mix we now add Helen, her boss, who desperately wishes Aimee wanted to be an adopted Little because she would care for her so lovingly! And Wendy, the predatory shopper, who wants to get hold of Aimee somehow despite the laws protecting licensed Littles and treat her about as badly as anyone on Catalon. And now there is Carol, Fiona’s secretary, whose baby fever was awakened suddenly by mere proximity to the intensely adorable Aimee and who now would love to adopt her herself.

Complifreakingcations! Everyone wants Aimee except the one she wants​ to want her. Jeez!

And we haven’t even gotten to daycare yet![/QUOTE]

You are 100% on track with the rollercoaster so far! We’re still building our track, setting up the pieces on our gameboard… then we can move them around.

Re: It’s the Little Choices - Diaper Dimension - Chapters 6-10 (Updated 7/1)

Chapter Eleven

“Okay,” Fiona said as she lifted Aimee out of the playpen, “We need to head to the club.” She pulled Aimee to her, grabbed her briefcase and headed out of her office. “I’m headed to Osmium for my 11 AM. We’ll be back around 1:30, I expect. Wish me luck.”

“Good luck, Fiona,” Carol forced herself to sound cheerful, she gazed at Aimee longingly as they walked away. Aimee blushed and buried her face in Fiona’s neck, Carol could only assume the Little hated her now. Carol felt awful for forcing herself on Aimee, she desperately wanted to apologize, but her emotions were completely confused. Her body was telling her to run after them and take the Little, to keep for her own. She forced herself to look back to her screen and focus on work, but it was quite a while before the lingering urges faded.

Aimee was back in Fiona’s arms, headed for the car. The pacifier was uninflated, this was her chance.

“Thank you so much for today,” Aimee said softly into her friend’s ear, "You’re so beautiful, so… "

“Shh,” Fiona cut her off, “I… we can’t do this right now. This meeting is everything at the moment, it needs one hundred percent of my focus. Thank you for the compliment, but I need to concentrate. We’ll talk about this at home, okay?”

Aimee’s heart broke a little, but she understood. Fiona had a lot riding on this meeting, so did Marc. It was selfish of her to try and distract Fiona from her goal right now, she wasn’t being a very good friend. She popped the pacifier back in her mouth and sucked on it, consoling herself. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the ride, her soggy bottom supported by the most wonderful woman ever as the world bobbed by. It was over too soon as Fiona placed her into the car seat and began strapping her down. The crotch buckle strained a bit against the swollen diaper, which only made Aimee feel even better. Then came the wrist straps, the ankle straps, and the pacifier was inflated. Aimee’s head swam from all of the sensations, the milk sitting wonderfully in her belly to top it all off.

“I hope the daycare is everything you dreamed of,” Fiona said softly, feeling a little guilty for knocking the wind out of her friend’s sails. I just can’t deal with that right now, she told herself, Aimee understands. We’ll talk it all out tonight.

Aimee suddenly had a pang of fear in her chest. What if the daycare was as terrifying as Littles think they are, she wondered, What if they just want to punish and humiliate me… but even that thought excited her. She imagined a raven-haired beauty standing over her, mocking her.

“Oh, poor widdle baby,” the fantasy woman teased, “Are your diapees too wet? I’m not changing you today unless you beg for me. Beg me to put you in another diaper, because that’s all you’ll ever wear from now on. The only time you’ll be out of diapers is when someone is putting you in another diaper.” The vixen sneered at her in her mind’s eye, towering over imaginary Aimee, reaching down and squeezing the diaper. “Your mommy told me that you need lots of punishment, so that’s what you’ll get.”

By the time they reached the club, Aimee was breathing quickly and shallowly, struggling hard against the smiling ladybugs with all her might, in absolute futility. She sucked on the inflated pacifier as best she could. She had no idea what to expect in the daycare. She probably should be scared, but exploring any of those thoughts just led into another fantasy. Fiona parked between two fancy cars Aimee couldn’t identify, and soon she was unbuckled and back in Fiona’s arms. Part of her missed her ladybug friends already.

Fiona strode with purpose into Osmium, a briefcase in one hand and a Little in the other arm. She felt like such a hypocrite doing this, she was working to free and enable Littles like Aimee, who depended on Amazons to help them get around, stuck in the same neighborhoods, unable to truly integrate with larger society. And yet, here she was carrying her best friend in the world into this beacon of the establishment after dressing her as a baby, disrespecting all Littles as a people in the process. She cursed herself in her head silently as she opened the doors to the opulent club, reminding herself this would all be worth it in the end.

“Good morning again, Miss Marr,” the same club staff member, the balding man with the pencil-thin mustache greeted her again, “Oh, your Little is simply adorable! I had no doubt you’d be back, but you appear to have done simply splendidly, look at those curls!” Aimee blushed as the man fawned over her. He took a moment to shuffle through some paperwork before continuing, “Let’s get her registered and finalize your membership. What is her name and Little age?”

“This is Aimee, and she’s eighteen months,” Fiona hoped she was guessing right on the age, she didn’t want Aimee to be too helpless, but she also wanted her to get the full experience.

“Delightful, is she a native or a portal Little?”

“Native,” Fiona answered, and the man’s eyebrows shot up.

“Native? Really? However did you find one this cute so quickly? You are an impressively driven woman, Miss Marr. Fantastic,” the question was apparently rhetorical, because the man just continued on, “Okay, please check your preferences for her here for me and we’re all done.”

Aimee watched as Fiona scanned down the page, checking boxes.

  • Fully diaper dependent
  • Pacifier use
  • Must sleep in a crib
  • Restrict speech as a punishment
  • Restrict motion as a punishment
  • Naptime approved
  • Timeout approved
  • Spanking approved
  • Solitary confinement approved
  • Bindings approved
  • Enemas approved

Aimee tensed at that one, she didn’t really like the idea, but she wasn’t able to protest… not that it would have been a good idea, she couldn’t afford to make Fiona look bad here. She wished Fiona had chosen “Forcefeeding approved” instead, that sounded much more interesting.

“Excellent. Take your Little down to the care area when you’re ready, they’ll be expecting her. I assume you’re here to see Mr. Whitmore again? I’ll be happy to escort you to him.”

Aimee was carried along the side of the club, away from the fancy people - the entire right wall was glass, looking down into the daycare area. There were fake trees and a castle, toys and dolls, and a handful of Littles… it looked magical. The Littles were running and playing without a care in the world. Aimee wanted that so badly, she was really looking forward to this. The large, wooden door at the bottom of the staircase opened into a magical forest. The plush carpet was green, the walls were painted to look like trees with fairies flitting from branch to branch. There was a younger Amazon woman with brown hair dressed in a blue gown with large gauzy wings poking out of her back, but honestly she didn’t look terribly happy.

“Welcome Princess Aimee,” she said with a wave of her wand, “I’m your fairy godmother.”

Fiona stood, looking dumbfounded for a moment.

“Is… is this the daycare? You don’t have any kind of gates or walls to keep the Littles in?”

“Are you afraid your princess will try to escape? You marked that she’s a Native, right?”

"Well, yes… "

“Most of our Littles are Natives, you don’t really need to worry about them escaping, Miss Marr. Why would they want to run away from this? Oh my, what a thick diaper you have, Princess Aimee. Your hair is so cute, too! I see your mommy has very babyish tastes for you. Why don’t you come in and play?”

Fiona deflated the Silencer pacifier and removed it from Aimee’s mouth as she set the Little down on her feet. Aimee toddled toward the fairy godmother with a grin. To her, this did indeed look wonderful. The whole playroom was decorated to look like a fairy kingdom, she really wanted to see the castle at the far end of the room, it looked amazing. Everything was sized down for Littles, from the toadstool tables and chairs to the caterpillar see-saws. It was like she had been transported to a magical world just for Little Princesses. She couldn’t help but giggle as she walked right past the fairy godmother to start exploring.

“I guess I’ll be back to pick her up after my meeting,” Aimee heard Fiona say.

“Don’t worry about Princess Aimee, I’ll make sure she’s cared for. It’s my job.”

Aimee wandered for a moment through a “hedge maze” that any Amazon could simply step over, but for her she was lost for a moment, but she heard the giggling of other Littles up ahead. She followed the voices to a clearing of sorts where a group of Littles, three girls and a boy, were sitting together talking. One girl was obviously different from the others, she wore a floor-length magenta gown and looked more like a tiny Amazon than a Little. She had a sparkling tiara in her hair, and a similar blonde ringlet style to what Aimee herself wore, but her eyes were green. The other Littles were looking at her intently. The boy stood out obviously with his bowl-cut brown hair, denim overalls, and a blue shirt. The next girl in the circle had brown hair and a lacy white top with a fluffy white tulle skirt, transparent enough that you could see her thick pink diaper through it. The final girl took Aimee’s breath away. She was so beautiful it hurt to look at, she had waist-length naturally red hair, a bright, fiery orange - long and straight, not tied back in pigtails or braided at all, just cascading down her green velvet dress. The velvety skirt did absolutely nothing to hide her matching green diaper, and she was the only one looking away from the tiara-wearing girl. She was looking down instead, her gorgeous green eyes staring at the carpet. The way her freckles danced across her face made Aimee feel butterflies in a way that no one but Fiona ever had before.

“Oh look, a new Princess. Princess Andy, move over so the new girl can sit with us,” the tiara-wearing Little’s voice was tinkling and musical, but bossy and unkind at the same time.

“I’m not a princess!” the Little boy shouted, “I don’t want you to call me a princess, I’m not a girl. Just stop it, Celeste.”

“That’s QUEEN Celeste!” the Little girl screeched back, “Go tell the fairy godmother you need a nap RIGHT NOW, Princess Andy. Or else.”

Aimee looked on in shock as the boy got up and walked away, heading straight for the Amazon caretaker. Why doesn’t he fight back? she wondered. It’s obvious he doesn’t like her.

“New girl, come over here,” Celeste commanded. The other two girls were staring at her, the gorgeous redhead looking a little sad, pitying.

“Um, hi,” Aimee said quietly, “I’m just going to go find some toys to play with.”

“What’s your name?” the brown-haired girl in the tulle skirt asked sweetly, “I’m Princess Marie. That’s Princess Caitlyn, and she is of course, her majesty Queen Celeste.”

“I’m Aimee,” she responded, shyly. She took a tentative step towards the group of girls. Marie seemed nice and Caitlyn… Aimee really, really wanted to get to know Caitlyn.

“Welcome to the fairy kingdom,” Caitlyn said softly. Her voice was so delicate, it was as soft and gentle as Caitlyn’s skin appeared to be. Aimee had an overwhelming urge to touch her. From behind, she heard the Little boy Andy asking the Amazon in charge of the room for a nap… for some reason, he did exactly what Celeste had told him to.

“Welcome to my court, Princess Aimee. We’re all Princesses here. Well, except for me, I’m the Queen. We’re going to have so much fun, we were just discussing what we should play next.”
Is she wearing a diaper? Aimee studied Celeste carefully, looking for a bulge… Surely she must be if she’s here, right?

“I don’t want to play fairies any more, Queen Celeste. Can we go back to playing mermaids?” Marie asked Celeste directly, “That was fun. The playroom looked better as an ocean than a forest. I miss the mermaid walkers, it was like we really were mermaids in the sea! The tails were sooooo cute!”

“No!” Celeste stomped her foot, “I don’t want to play mermaids any more, I want to play fairies.”

“I liked the mermaid tails too,” Caitlyn said softly, looking down again.

“Stop being stupid, Caitlyn. Nobody asked you!” Celeste snarled. Aimee reacted without even thinking.

“Hey, don’t call her stupid, you bitch!” Aimee cursed at Celeste with equal venom, stepping forward, closer to Caitlyn. Marie’s eyes shot open wide and her mouth dropped, Caitlyn fell backwards, scooting away from Aimee… Celeste’s eyes narrowed to slits, her mouth a thin line to match.

“Come here, Princess Aimee. Now,” Celeste pointed at her feet as she growled, dead serious - obviously expecting nothing but complete obedience.

[HR][/HR]Chapter Twelve

“Why should I?” Aimee asked, placing her hands on her hips. “Who made you the boss anyway?”

“My daddy, that’s who. This is how it works, Princess Aimee,” Celeste practically spat the name, but she refused to drop the fairy princess game, “My daddy owns Osmium. I’m the Queen. You’re new here and you’re dressed in an off-the-rack piece of trash from a department store. That means your mommy or daddy is trying to climb the social ladder. One word from me and my daddy will kick your Amazon out. And I mean right now, I can have you both escorted from the building and banned for life.” A look of horror spread across Aimee’s face, that would ruin Fiona’s meeting, her plans, her dream, everything…

“I’m sorry,” Aimee looked down, afraid. This is why the Little boy Andy obeyed her, and he was off taking a nap now. “I… I didn’t know.”

“I believe I gave you a command, Princess Aimee,” Celeste’s voice changed tone, she was obviously pleased with Aimee’s submission. She pointed at her feet again. Aimee walked over tentatively while Marie watched intently and Caitlyn looked away. “On your hands and knees.” Aimee obeyed, dropping down to a crawling position. “Now poop yourself.” Celeste said without a trace of humor. Aimee looked up in shock, that was a part of the fantasy she tended to avoid, she was hoping to do that after she got home and was out of diapers. “Now, Princess Aimee.”

“Please, Celeste… I’m sorry.”

“QUEEN CELESTE!” the Little screamed, stomping her foot.

“I’m sorry, Queen Celeste, I’m so sorry,” Aimee groveled, tears in her eyes.

“You will poop yourself while you kiss my toes, Princess Aimee. Now!” A bare foot with painted magenta toes, the perfect shade to match her gown appeared from beneath the hem of the Little terror’s dress. “Unless you want me to have my daddy kick you and your Amazon out RIGHT NOW.”

Aimee scrunched up her face and pushed as she bent down to kiss the horrible girl’s foot… and it came. She filled her diaper while Marie looked on with a wicked grin. Aimee couldn’t bear to look at Caitlyn, she felt so humiliated. Being bossed around by another Little was awful. This wouldn’t be so bad if it were Fiona, because Fiona would do it from a place of love. Even another Amazon would come from a place of caring, Celeste was just cruel. A tear streaked down Aimee’s face as the back of her diaper expanded.

“I’m so glad I have such an obedient subject,” Celeste smiled sweetly, “Arise, Pricess Aimee.” But before Aimee could get fully to her feet, Celeste shoved her, sending her right onto her bottom. The mess felt hot and awful against her skin. “Fairy godmother!” Celeste called loudly, “Oh Fairy Godmother! Princess Aimee has a stinky diaper, and she needs an hour in the fairy bubble for being mean.” Celeste looked down into Aimee’s teary eyes, “Tell her you need an hour in the fairy bubble when she gets here, or else.”

The Amazon strode towards the group of Littles, easily stepping over the walls of the hedge maze.

“I… I need an hour in the fairy bubble, please,” Aimee choked out as the fairy godmother neared, towering over them all.

“Oh my, someone is stinky,” she agreed, “We’ll get you your hour after your change. But first, it’s naptime for Queen Celeste.”

“What? No! No no no!” Celeste stomped her foot, “I’ll have my daddy fire you!”

“The order comes from his Imperial majesty himself, my queen,” the Amazon smiled sweetly, obviously enjoying this, “This is an order you must obey, your highness. His Imperial majesty wants you refreshed for your engagement tonight.” She lifted a kicking Celeste up, slipping her arm under the Little’s skirt and hiking it in the process - revealing a very wet diaper to Aimee.

“No, I don’t want to nap! I’m the queen, I want to play!”

“It is the burden of leadership, your majesty,” the Amazon sounded like she was trying not to laugh as she carried the squirming, screeching Little away towards where she had carried Andy not too long ago.
“Well, you certainly got lucky,” Marie sneered at Aimee, “Queen Celeste was probably going to pick on you for the rest of the day. It’s so boring when she has to nap, I’m going to go find some crayons.” Marie stood and smoothed her skirt, which still did nothing to hide her diaper, it was clearly visible through the skirt and also wet, it sagged a bit between her legs as she walked away. Aimee looked over to where Caitlyn had been, but she was gone… she snuck away in all the commotion. Aimee felt abandoned and horribly alone, sitting in a messy diaper, forced to smell herself. As the lonliness swelled, she broke down and started crying. She had fantasized a lot about what the daycare would be like, but it was all imagining interactions with the caretakers, domineering Amazons. She didn’t give much thought to the other Littles.

“Oh, sweetie, little princess,” the fairy godmother came back, scooping up Aimee in her arms and cradling her. Unfortunately, the way she held her ended up mashing the mess around more and Aimee choked on a sob. “It’s okay Aimee, I’m sorry you had a bad start. The Littles here generally do have a lot of fun, Celeste is just in a bad mood today. She probably got in trouble at home this morning and she’s taking it out on everyone. She’ll probably feel better after her nap, she generally does. Let’s get your stinky bottom changed, huh? There’s no need to cry. You might even like the fairy bubble.”

“I still have to go in the fairy bubble? What is it? I don’t want to,” Aimee frowned, clinging to the fairy godmother’s dress.

“It’s not so bad, it’s like a timeout, that’s all. And yes, Celeste is enough of a little monster that she’ll make everything hard on both of us if you don’t. It’s not so bad, it’ll be over before you know it.”

The Amazon laid Aimee down on a changing table and proceeded to clean her up. Aimee was mortified that a complete stranger was cleaning up her mess, she covered her face with her hands and practiced breathing deeply… through her mouth, of course. The Amazon was quite adept at changing diapers and Aimee was cleaned up rather quickly.

“Your mommy didn’t leave you any diapers, Aimee… I’m sorry, but the only ones we have right now are punishment diapers. Remind your mommy that she needs to leave some diapers here for you,” the woman said tenderly as she lifted Aimee’s legs effortlessly. Aimee felt that warm helplessness and smiled, enjoying the smell of fresh powder as it rained down on her… until the diaper was drawn up. Aimee’s legs were completely bowed and there seemed to be a horizontal bar across the crotch of the diaper, inside the padding, that prevented her from squeezing her legs closed at all. She’d barely be able to crawl in this. The Amazon pulled an extra bit to get Aimee’s beautiful new onesie snapped around the massive diaper, the snaps strained and the fabric stretched at the crotch. It made Aimee sad, she had loved this onesie so much… but Celeste had dismissed it as trash so easily. “Okay, let’s go have some cooldown time in the fairy bubble, okay?”

“Did Fiona leave me my paci?” Aimee asked quietly as she was carried off, a smile came to her lips as the fairy godmother produced it from a pocket and held it up to her mouth. She took it quickly, sucking on the nipple for comfort.

The Amazon caretaker sat Aimee down on a pink spot along one side of a large play area, she could see where Marie was coloring in a book, sittng on a little red toadstool. The fairy godmother started wrapping Aimee in a pale pink plastic blanket… Aimee started to panic as the woman pulled it over her head. The Amazon only shushed her and pressed a nearby button on the wall, too high up for a Little to reach. The plastic blanket inflated around her and hardened… she was in a translucent pink bubble, with just enough room to turn around in. She couldn’t stand or lay down, she could only sit and that wasn’t easy with how ridiculously thick the punishment diaper was. She pressed against the bubble, but it was as hard as any plastic she had ever felt, it had no give. All she could do was sit and watch Marie color. Marie just stuck her tongue out and took her coloring book elsewhere, though… leaving Aimee alone again. She sighed, I won’t even be able to take a nap in this bubble. What am I going to do for an hour?

Aimee wasn’t sure how long she sat there before a soft voice broke the silence.

“Thank you,” the gentle tones came from behind her. Aimee’s pulse quickened as she recognized Caitlyn’s voice. She turned slowly in the bubble, Caitlyn was leaning back against it, her hair pressed against the translucent pink plastic. Aimee couldn’t touch her, smell her… even her gorgeous colors were muted. It felt massively unfair. “You didn’t have to stand up for me. I’m used to Celeste picking on me. I’m so sorry that she did that to you, that was horrible. She… she makes me do that sometimes too. This dimension is so awful.”

“Oh… you’re not from Gaule? Your not from our world at all?” Aimee had never met anyone from the other side of the portal. There weren’t any Little Brokers in Gaule, the practice was outlawed, but there were loopholes that allowed the wealthy to travel abroad and come home with a Little from the other side. “How… how long have you been here?”

“Six months,” the musical voice was so sad, it was heartbreaking. It was like she could speak in a minor key, driving the sadness into another’s heart just with the intonation, “I was kidnapped six months ago. You were born here? Like Celeste and Marie?”

“Well, I was born here but I don’t know if it’s like Celeste or Marie… I’m not rich or anything.”

“Sure,” Caitlyn sounded deeply skeptical, “So is someone making you dress this way? Are you a captive?”

“Well… no,” Aimee’s cheeks burned with shame, "I have a normal job that I hate… " The lie felt awful in her mouth, she didn’t really hate her job any more… it was starting to be fun, but she was so used to explaining her desires this way, “I’d much rather be adopted. I love Fiona, I want her to take care of me.”

“You want to be in diapers?” The pain in Caitlyn’s voice was clear, “You want to be manhandled and trapped, caged and costumed? I’m a fucking pet here, forced to pee on myself,” anger started rising in Caitlyn’s voice, "I swear someday I will… " Her sentence cut off suddenly and Caitlyn collapsed, convulsing on the ground until she started crying. “I’ll never escape,” she sobbed softly, “I’m going to be her pet forever.”

“What happened? Are you okay?” Aimee pressed her hand against the fairy bubble, wishing she could comfort poor Caitlyn. She shouldn’t be here, nobody should be forced into the life of an Adopted Little… it was supposed to be an expression of love. It hurt Aimee deeply to face the truth of what many Amazons did outside of Gaule.

“I’m not allowed to get angry,” Caitlyn said sadly, not even bothering to pull herself up. She just laid there… Aimee’s heart broke for the girl. She wanted to hold her, to stroke her hair, to tell her everything would be okay, “If I get angry… I get shocked. My mommy says that anger isn’t pretty,” she sniffled, almost choking on the word ‘mommy’. “I’m not supposed to cry too much either. She threatened to make it zap me when I’m sad if I keep making my face all puffy. Amazons are horrible.” The statement held no anger, no rage, no hate. To Caitlyn, it was a statement of fact.

“Not all of them,” Aimee said defensively, “Fiona - my… my mommy - is working on a device that will let Littles drive full sized cars, she wants to give Littles everywhere more freedom and control over their lives.” It gave her wonderful tingles to call Fiona her mommy, she wanted Caitlyn to see how wonderful Fiona was. It was a very confusing feeling to Aimee, because she was drawn to Caitlyn…

“That sounds nice,” Caitlyn smiled, slowly pulling herself back up. Her tears were gone and her face was unflushed, “I haven’t driven in… well, six months. I’m transported everywhere in a baby carrier, of all things.”

"I haven’t ever driven… " Aimee said softly, "But you don’t have to worry about anything… you don’t have to work, you don’t have to struggle for food, you don’t have to worry about getting hurt. You’re safe and protected, provided for… all you have to do is play… " Aimee felt like she had to defend the lifestyle she had been seeking since she learned how deeply in love with Fiona she was, many years ago.

“There’s nothing wrong with you if that’s what you want,” Caitlyn gazed at her, unblinking, without judgement, “That’s just not what I want. I don’t know what it was like growing up here, surrounded by giants who want you in diapers… there were no giants where I’m from. Just people.”

“Amazons are people,” Aimee frowned, "Just the same as us. They’re just bigger, and smarter… "

“Smarter?” Caitlyn looked offended, but calmed herself quickly before she could get angry, “What makes you think they’re smarter?”

“Well… they are, they just are. All the greatest inventions come from Amazons.”

“Because they control the schools, the infrastructure, and the jobs. That doesn’t mean they’re smarter, that means they’re controlling oppressors. You’re just too conditioned to see it.”

“No,” Aimee frowned, “It’s not like that. Amazons… just have more potential than Littles.”

“Do they? Or do they just want their pets to think that?” Caitlyn turned her back to Aimee again, “I’m going to go. I need to find Tracy, I’m… going to need a change soon.” She sounded disgusted as she said it.

"Caitlyn, wait… " Aimee pressed her hand to the bubble, not wanting the painfully beautiful Little to leave her, but Caitlyn didn’t even look back.

[HR][/HR]Chapter Thirteen

With Caitlyn gone, the boredom in the bubble was unbearable. Aimee had taken to slapping the front of her diapered crotch just to see if she could feel it through the padding, which most of the time she couldn’t. She tried contorting herself into all manner of positions, seeing how long she could stay upside-down, pressing her diapered butt against the bubble, anything she could think of. She sucked on her pacifier, glad it had been uninflated so she could talk to Caitlyn. She felt very badly for the beautiful girl, she was obviously a trophy Little… she hoped that Caitlyn’s mommy really did love her and that she wasn’t just a pet, but that Caitlyn was just too mad to see it. It seemed unlikely that a Little-abuser would live on Gaule, but she also didn’t think an emotional shock implant was legal here either.

She watched as a very happy looking younger Amazon man came and picked up Marie, who ran to him gleefully to be swung around in the air and snuggled. She felt intensely jealous at this, she wished desperately that Fiona would swing her and cuddle her that way. She didn’t see Caitlyn again until she was finally released from the fairy bubble by her fairy godmother. Thinking about it in those terms made Aimee giggle as she stretched while being carried to a play area. Caitlyn, Andy, and Celeste were already there when she was set down. Caitlyn looked a little more animated now, though she was still keeping her distance from Celeste. Andy was off to the side entirely, playing with a stack of blocks.

“I’m sorry I was mean to you,” Celeste said, holding her hands behind her back and looking down. She looked Aimee in the eyes, though it was still looking downward for her since Aimee couldn’t stand. “I got really mad and I did the wrong thing and I’m sorry. I hope we can still be friends.”

“Of course, Queen Celeste,” Aimee smiled nervously. Celeste blushed deeply and sat down on the floor.

“We should play something,” Celeste suggested, “What do you want to play?” she asked Aimee, looking at her hopefully. She seemed a lot different now that she wasn’t angry and throwing a tantrum, Aimee wondered what the fairy godmother had said to her.

“Um,” Aimee started, looking at Caitlyn, “We should play a hard puzzle game, where we can work together. That sounds like fun, can we do that, Queen Celeste?”

“I think that sounds great, Princess Aimee. Will you play with us, Princess Caitlyn?” Caitlyn nodded silently, but there was a spark in her eyes. She was craving a mental challenge. “Pr… Andy, do you want to play with us?”

“No thank you,” Andy said as he set the next block on the stack, it was now almost as tall as he was, “I want to see if I can stack this as tall as Tracy!”

The fairy godmother laughed at that, Aimee concluded that she must be Tracy.

“Daddy bought me the new Puzzle Princess game, it’s supposed to be super hard. Fairy godmother, may we please play the new Puzzle Princess game?”

“Of course, your majesty,” the Amazon said, walking over to a high shelf. Caitlyn leaned in and whispered softly in Aimee’s ear.

“Celeste is always nicer after Marie leaves, and nicer after a nap… we get both,” she said quietly, though Aimee was distracted by the softness of the gorgeous hair brushing her cheek and the sudden scent of strawberries.
The fairy godmother laid the box with the Puzzle Princess game in it, Aimee had seen commercials for this game, it looked like fun. It was designed for a group of people to work together to solve the puzzle, Aimee had suggested that they buy it for board game night, but Fiona vetoed it on the grounds that you could only solve each puzzle once.

“Fairy godmother, there are five puzzles in here… will you do one while we do another and we’ll race?” Aimee asked the fairy godmother sweetly. “It’ll be fun.” Aimee did this sort of thing with Fiona all the time, racing to solve puzzles. She never won, but they always had fun. “Littles against the fairy godmother.”

“Okay, since we’re all right here and there are no others to take care of except Andy,” she glanced at him, his tower had fallen over and he was starting anew, determined to stack the blocks taller than an Amazon. “Who looks occupied, I think I can play this with you. You pick what puzzle you three are going to do, and which puzzle I’m going to do.”

Celeste clapped and opened the box, picking through the sealed envelopes of the puzzles, each one had a suggested number of players and a difficulty level. She picked the hardest one to give to the fairy godmother, and one of the medium ones for the Little team. Caitlyn perked up at this, eager for a challenge, she was the most excited that Aimee had seen her yet.

“Okay, ready… set… go,” the fairy godmother announced, but gave the Littles a head start since they had to organize themselves. They spilled the puzzle envelope out on the table, it was a series of locks and clues, math problems and word problems, a spacial reasoning puzzle. They divided the puzzles up and started in on them, occasionally discussing one clue or another. The fairy godmother waited a good couple of minutes before spilling her puzzle envelope on the floor and starting in on it with a smile. There was no clear starting point, that was part of the game. The puzzles interacted with each other somewhat, you needed to get to a certain point in one puzzle before the next step of a second puzzle would make sense. It was really well designed and it turned out that Caitlyn was the smartest of the three of them, she was tearing through puzzle steps quickly… both Celeste and Aimee felt good about their contributions, though. They each pointed out clues that weren’t obvious to Caitlyn, so even though she was by far the best at math, it really was taking all three of them working together to solve it. They were getting really excited as it looked as though the end of the puzzle was nearing…

“Done,” the fairy godmother announced, holding up a golden princess tiara that was assembled from the final pieces of the various puzzles. “Oh, you cuties almost beat me!” Aimee laughed at her teasing tone, this was the outcome she expected. She looked over at Caitlyn… Aimee had suggested this activity for her benefit, she really thought the beautiful girl would be happier if she realized that Littles really weren’t as smart as Amazons. It was okay to want to be taken care of. It looked like her plan was backfiring though, Caitlyn sat down on the floor, stunned… and tears started spilling from her eyes.

"Caitlyn… " Aimee said sadly, sitting down next to her and resting a hand on her shoulder, feeling the fuzzy softness of her velvet dress.

“Oh Caitlyn sweetie,” the fairy godmother picked up the gorgeous girl, taking her away from Aimee and holding her tightly, “Shhh, shh, princess. It’s just a game. We’re just playing for fun, it doesn’t matter who wins, sweetie.”

"But… but… " Caitlyn wailed, a sound of soul-shattering sadness, and Aimee felt terrible, “I tried my best! I’m really smart! I’m not just a dumb baby!”

“Oh Caitlyn, nobody thinks you’re a dumb baby. We know you’re a wonderfully clever Little girl. Your mommy is so proud of how smart you are, sweetie.”

“She’s not my mommy!” Caitlyn screamed… then she convulsed and lay limp in the fairy godmother’s arms, sobbing softly.

“Oh princess,” she held the girl tightly. Aimee felt positively sick to her stomach, Celeste and Andy watched with shocked faces… and Andy started to cry as well. “Oh Little Caitlyn, let’s lay you down for a nap, sweetie. I’m sorry you’re sad. It’s okay to be sad.” Aimee watched Caitlyn as she was carried off, feeling awful, feeling sick, feeling sad… Poor Caitlyn, she thought to herself, I’m so dumb, that was an awful idea. I didn’t mean for that to happen at all.

Caroline Joly stared at herself in the mirrored surface of the elevator door as she rode it down from the fourteenth floor. She needed to get out of the office for her lunch break, she was feeling positively shaken by the events of the morning. She had never felt anything like that, the urges had been overwhelming, the pleasure… she blushed at the memory. The elevator stopped on the tenth floor and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm herself. When she opened them, she saw that she had been joined in her descent by a Little… a blonde Little with long, flowing hair. Her tan suit is adorable, Carol thought to herself, but it looks uncomfortable and she looks like she isn’t even wearing a diaper… the realization at the thoughts that were invading her mind were like a splash of ice-cold water in her face. That Little was on the public relations team, she was a consummate professional and very well spoken, Carol had seen her many times at company gatherings, giving presentations and the like. But she couldn’t stop herself from imagining stripping the suit off the Little, putting her hair up in pigtails and putting her in a thick, pink diaper. Suddenly it felt too hot in the elevator, she put a hand on the railing to steady herself.

“Are you okay?” the tiny voice asked her, “You look flush.”

“Of course you can flush,” Carol answered in a daze, “I mean… I’m fine, thanks. I just need some air. I’m… not feeling well.”

I just need an iced tea and my usual, she told herself. I just need to calm down and relax.

She closed her eyes until the elevator stopped, trying to ignore the surely imagined smell of baby powder in the elevator. She walked quickly to the exit, nodding to the Little receptionist and banishing the thought that the girl had probably already peed in her chair.

“Have a good lunch, Carol,” Hal the security guard said cheerfully as she rushed out. She could only wave in response.

She hurried down the block to her new favorite restaurant. She’d eaten here four times out of the last seven days, the food was just incredible and the prices were great… but as she reached the door of The Mother Hen, she found the door was locked. The lights inside were off, there was no one there.

“They got shut down this morning,” she heard a voice say. She turned to see it belonged to the man who ran a coffee cart, “Deported, by the look of it.” She’d seen him around, bought coffee from him a time or two when she was feeling like a treat. He sold a good cup, but it was a little pricey. He wore comfortable clothes, khakis and a short-sleeved plaid shirt. His wild, longish white hair poked out every which way from his head, and his smile was always warm and friendly.

“Deported?” Carol echoed, surprised.

“Back to Catalon with them, something about rights violations.”

“Oh,” Carol frowned, “Thanks for the info… I’ll have to find somewhere else to grab lunch, I guess.” Her disappointment was palpable, she was craving the chicken wraps they sold. She felt like she needed them, she felt a very upset out of nowhere now that she knew she couldn’t have one…

Helen sighed, walking around the store. She was missing Aimee more than she expected. She had another greeter up on the platform, but they wore the full costume with the bear-head. She had gotten a couple of questions from some regulars already, asking where the cute Little was today. It only made her sadder.

Distance makes the heart grow fonder
, Helen told herself. It’s time to admit that I have real feelings for her, I think.

The thought sent Helen into a bit of a panic. Amazon and Little relationships happened, but only 20% of Littles on the island ended up being cared for that way. Helen wasn’t even sure she could afford to adopt Aimee… but she wanted it so badly. She was starting to admit to herself that it would hurt much more if someone else took her, and she’d never seen Aimee so much as flirt with another Little… she thought about all of her interactions with Aimee. She wanted to be cute, but did she want to be Adopted? There was a big difference…

Helen found herself in the Littles toy aisle, staring at stuffed animals.

I’ll buy her one of these and give it to her tomorrow,
she decided. If I’m wrong, I’ll apologize say I thought she’d like it. But if I’m right…

She spent her entire break and then some staring at the animals, trying to figure out which one Aimee, if she wanted to be Adopted, would like the best.

Chapter Fourteen

Fiona was walking on clouds as she headed back down the stairs to the daycare area. Everything had gone almost perfectly with Mr. Whitmore. He loved her pitch, he loved the plans, and not only was he going to fast-track it within his department, he was going to personally endorse it. Fiona had gotten everything she wanted, and couldn’t be happier. She walked through the door of the daycare just as Aimee started to cry. Great, she thought to herself, Now what do I have to deal with? The wind was knocked completely out of her sails as she walked over and lifted her diapered roommate and held her.

“Why are you crying?” she asked the Little.

“I made a mistake and Caitlyn is sad now,” Aimee explained through her tears. Another Little boy was crying as well, and a very fancily-dressed Little looked like she was about to join the cascade too. Fiona looked around with irritation for the caretaker.

“Excuse me,” Fiona called. The caretaker, still dressed in her ridiculous fairy costume appeared from around a corner. “You appear to have some crying Littles here.”

“Yes, sometimes when one Little overflows the rest are quick to follow. It’s a chain reaction,” she explained calmly as she scooped up Andy, rocking him gently and teasing a pacifier between his lips. “Princess Caitlyn was the source, the others will calm down quickly enough.” She handed a stuffed fish to Celeste, who hugged it tightly and closed her eyes. “Littles can have very big feelings,” the Amazon woman smiled.

“Right,” Fiona said flatly, “I need to head back to the office, is Aimee good to go?”

“Of course,” she said, her smile fading a bit, “It was a pleasure to meet you, Princess Aimee. I hope to see you again soon.” Aimee didn’t get a chance to say goodbye, she only had time to wave before Fiona was back through the door. For some reason, that made the tears start anew.

“Aimee, come on. You’re an adult, stop crying,” Fiona said in a quiet but firm tone as she marched for the exit to the club.

“I’m sorry, Fiona,” she sobbed, “I just feel so bad. Caitlyn was kidnapped from her dimension… she doesn’t even want to be a Little. It’s so sad.”

Fiona rolled her eyes, but Aimee couldn’t see it. Once they were at the car, Fiona took a deep breath and held Aimee close to her.

“Shhh, sweetie,” she whispered, “Everything is okay, everything’s going to be okay.” Fiona took a moment to rock Aimee back and forth, working to keep her promise to do her best to make her baby day wonderful all while fighting the rising tension in her chest, her own stress. Aimee calmed down and breathed deeply as well. As soon as Fiona felt that Aimee was calm enough, she gently lowered her into her carseat and buckled her in, restraining her wrists and ankles once more. “Where’s your pacifier?”

“Oh no, I left it in the daycare… I’m sorry,” Aimee felt the tears start to well up again and her lip trembled.

“Shh, baby, I’ll go get it for you, wait here.” Fiona grumbled to herself, locking her briefcase in the car with Aimee.

Aimee sat restlessly, replaying her mistake over and over in her mind. She wanted to cover her face with her hands, but she was restrained. She felt a pressure growing in her bladder and took comfort in releasing it into her diaper. She closed her eyes and leaned her head a bit to one side. She drifted a bit while she waited for Fiona, but woke with a start when she saw a strange woman peering into the car.
When Fiona got back with the pacifier, there was a woman in a white powersuit tapping her foot outside Fiona’s car.

“It’s illegal to leave a restrained Little in a locked car, you didn’t even roll the window down for her,” the woman said judgementally.

"Look, I’m in a hurry - I just had to run in to get her pacifier from the daycare and… "

“No you look,” the woman said as she crossed her arms, glaring at Fiona, “A Little’s love is a gift, you don’t earn it with abuse. If a business deal had delayed you in there, you would have given it your full attention without a thought to the precious girl you have locked in your car. I know your type. Her life is in your hands, don’t fuck it up.” And with that she marched toward the club, leaving Fiona unable to retort, feeling frustrated and angry.

Carol was at her desk, staring at a solid oak crib on her computer screen. For some reason, it was gorgeous to her, it called to her. She wanted to see Aimee in it, in a diaper so thick she couldn’t sit up, her hands in the air, pleading to be picked up and cuddled.

When Fiona actually walked through the doorway with Aimee on her hip, Carol felt her chest grow wet again… it hurt a bit. In a moment of clarity, she realized she had to get out of there now, something was wrong. If she stayed, she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to control herself, she already wanted Aimee’s lips on her chest, pulling that milk from her… and that extra thick diaper the Little had on now certainly wasn’t helping those urges.

“Fiona,” Carol said with some pain in her voice, “I am really not feeling well, I need to head home. Is that okay with you?”

“Of course,” Fiona replied to her wonderful assistant, “Take care of yourself - I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Fiona,” Carol said, averting her eyes from the woman and her Little, closing her programs and shutting the computer down, practically running from the room.

“I hope she’ll be okay, she must be in a lot of pain to be in that big a hurry,” Fiona said absently as she carried Aimee to the playpen and secured her ankles once more. “I’ve got to catch up on anything I missed while we were out,” Fiona said as she tapped the shield of the uninflated pacifier, “Be a good girl and stay quiet, okay?”

Aimee nodded and stretched out her legs, it was going to be work to stand in this massive diaper anyway, and she hadn’t gotten very far in coloring her picture before Carol had… borrowed her. She felt tingly again at the memory and blushed, pushing away an absurd thought that maybe Fiona could read her mind all this time and if she thought about it too hard, Fiona would know what had happened with Carol…

Fiona returned to her computer to a nasty surprise. She had a conflict to resolve betwen a couple of the directors under her regarding another project. With a heavy sigh she started reading the background information on each side so she could make a decision… but with Carol gone, unfiltered communication was reaching her, a stream of constant interruptions that made it so much harder to focus on the conflict between her subordinates. After half an hour of this, she still wasn’t close to understanding the issue enough to resolve it.

“Fiona, I’m thirsty,” Aimee said abruptly, breaking the silence of the room, “May I have a drink?”

“Aimee! I’m trying to work here,” Fiona snapped. Aimee’s recoiled, hurt. “I’ll get you a drink in a minute.”

Aimee only nodded, not wanting to bother her friend any further. Being a vice-president must be really hard, she thought to herself, Fiona works so hard for us… I just need to be cuter.

After another hour had passed, Aimee was starting to get really thirsty, but she was having a hard time figuring out a way to be cute without disrupting Fiona further. She couldn’t even move much without her ankles jingling, and her legs were starting to get stiff. She very, very slowly manuevered to a spot where she could use the playpen to pull herself upright, staring over the playpen rail to Fiona.

When Fiona heard the gentle jingling, she realized that Aimee had asked for a drink more than an hour ago, and she couldn’t get it herself. She had finally come to a conclusion on the first problem that had arisen while she was gone… and she had managed to stay caught up with the events of the day, though that was much harder without Carol there to help filter things. I can’t raid the performance pool to give her a raise, she thought to herself as she stood, walking out of the room to get herself and Aimee a drink, It wouldn’t be fair to the designers who have to compete for those dollars. She’s not eligible for the bonus pool… I’m scheduled for a raise this year by the tables, I’ll give her a good portion of mine. Fiona smiled to herself, satisfied with the decision. Carol was a very hard worker who deserved to be recognized, but she had to be careful not to make it look like favoritism… using her own raise would bypass all of that, and it wasn’t like she needed the extra money. [I] I do need to buy a new car, however…

She returned to the room and handed Aimee a tall glass of apple juice, which was enormous in the Little’s tiny hands. Without even thinking about it, Fiona returned to her desk taking a sip from her own glass, and returned to work. Aimee, however, now had a dilemma. She had a full glass of juice that was easily a half a gallon, and nowhere stable to put it. She struggled to take her first sip from the cup without asking for help, which wasn’t easy. The glass was heavy and she didn’t have a straw. She managed to get a big drink, but spilled a little bit onto her onesie. Knowing that her brand new, wonderful outfit was now stained and stretched made her feel very sad and she struggled to put the still mostly-full glass down in the playpen where it wouldn’t spill. She tried to prop it up in the corner, tried to hold it in place with Uni, but she basically had to hold it with her hands the entire time. Any time she started to let go, the glass would start to tip and she would have to hold it again. She sighed, hefting it to try and take another drink, but now the outside of the glass was a little wet and it slipped from her hands, rolling down her leg and splashing juice everywhere before it ran into the anklets and rang the bells furiously, metal tinkling against glass and the bells themselves ringing from the motion.

“Aimee!” Fiona hissed.

“It spilled, I’m sorry!” Aimee hugged Uni and buried her face in his soft mane while Fiona ran back to the kitchen area to grab a towel. She toweled off Aimee’s legs and pressed the dry-ish cloth against the bottom of the playpen, retrieving the glass.

“I didn’t bring your bottle and we don’t have sippy cups at the office, I need you to be more careful.”

“I’m sorry, Fiona,” Aimee said into Uni’s mane. Fiona reached down and stroked her hair softly, Aimee felt more calm. “I didn’t mean to, it was an accident.”

“I know,” Fiona sighed, “I’m just having a really stressful day. There’s only a little bit longer in the day, then we’ll go home, okay?” Aimee nodded, her face still buried in the unicorn. Fiona returned to her desk and the clacking of keys began anew.

Chapter Fifteen

Fiona was so incredibly glad to be home. The final internal meeting of the day had been a nightmare, she had to hold it in her office and without Carol there to help out, Aimee had driven both her and the senior director who was presenting his team’s work absolutely crazy with the soft jingling of her bells. She carried Aimee directly to her room, the Little was clutching her stuffed unicorn. She laid her down on the bed and unsnapped the onesie, removing the wet punishment diaper from her.

“Wow, where did this diaper come from?” she asked, “It looks uncomfortable.” She balled it up and taped it together, carrying it with her to the kitchen to throw it away. Aimee waited patiently on the bed, but Fiona didn’t come back. The sound of a can of beer opening came from the kitchen. Fiona didn’t typically drink on weeknights… Aimee hopped down from her bed, the unsnapped flaps of the onesie dangling below the skirt, slapping against her thighs. She frowned and wandered out into the living area of the apartment. Fiona was on the couch, firing up their game.

“You never told me if your meeting went well today,” Aimee said softly, “Did it?”

“Yeah,” Fiona said without looking back to her, “It really did. Thank you so much for what you did today, Whitmore is going to fast-track our project, we should be testing within the month. It’s incredibly exciting and we couldn’t have done it without you. You’re a really good friend. You want to play for a bit before dinner?”

“Yeah… what are we having?”

“Whatever you’re cooking,” Fiona looked back at her with a grin, “Thursday night is your night. You might want to change, though.”

“Yeah,” Aimee agreed, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. She wandered back to her room in a bit of a daze, stripping off the onesie and leaving it in a crumpled heap on the floor. She walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower, rinsing off, careful not to get her hair wet. She replayed all the wonderful feelings of the day in her mind, all the kind things Fiona had done, how beautiful Caitlyn had been… the taste of Carol’s milk. It had been an amazing day, and she thought Fiona had really enjoyed it until she got stressed out by work. I’ll cook a wonderful meal tonight and we’ll cuddle on the couch… I’ll be little and cute, and she’ll want to put me back in a diaper, she told herself, It’ll be perfect.

She dressed quickly in a t-shirt and jeans. Regular underwear felt flimsy and useless now, she missed the comforting bulk of the diaper. But it would be easier to walk around and climb on the kitchen counters to cook… she looked longingly at the stack of nighttime princess diapers staring at her from her dresser. They looked so soft, so inviting. She ran her fingers along the plastic backing and shivered.

“Almost done with my turn, come on bestie!”

Aimee ran to the kitchen and started preparing a quick meal, BLTs tonight - Fiona loved bacon and they already had the ingredients. She had a whole tomato left over from enchilada night, it would serve perfectly. She got the bacon sizzling and started prepping the sandwiches. She’d be able to bring these to the couch and they could eat and play at the same time, Fiona loved that too. Fiona took a quick shower while she waited for Aimee to finish up dinner, she came back to the couch in a t-shirt and no pants. Aimee delivered the sandwiches with a pickle spear and a side of chips, a giant sandwich with extra bacon for Fiona and a much more reasonable sized one for herself… larger than what she normally served herself, however. She was pretty hungry, having skipped lunch today.

She snuggled up next to Fiona on the couch, laying her legs against Fiona’s bare thigh.

“Um, Aimee… I’m feeling a little touched out at the moment, can you give me some space?”

“Oh… of course, sorry,” Aimee scooted over to the middle of the couch, giving Fiona plenty of space while she ate. Aimee devoured her own sandwich, while Fiona took bites big enough out of hers to finish Aimee’s in two bites flat.

“Mmm,” Fiona intoned, “So good. You are an amazing chef. Let’s play some, I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“Yeah,” Aimee agreed, hiding her hurt. She finished her sandwich and took her turn in the game, last time she had passed a decree that all Littles in her country be diapered. This time, she was using her turn to declare that all visiting Littles without an accompanying Amazon be immediately seized and put into an adoption program. Fiona just shook her head, prepping for the international backlash. Aimee put all her research points into diapers and feeding tech, and put her controller down after her turn. She gathered the plates and carried everything back to the kitchen, setting them carefully next to the sink so Fiona could do the dishes. She grabbed another beer for Fiona and carried it to her, taking the empty while Fiona took her turn. When that was done, she climbed back onto the couch and grabbed her controller, sidling up next to Fiona once more.
“Fi, today was really great. Thank you,” she laid her head on Fiona’s arm and closed her eyes, wishing she were diapered right now, “You were a great mommy.”

Fiona recoiled at the word.

“Aimee,” she set the controller down, “I wasn’t. I’m not a good caretaker,” she wouldn’t use the word, “I… I don’t like taking care of an Adopted Little.”

“But you were! I had a great day, you were so… you. So perfect. Wasn’t I cute? Didn’t you find me cute in your arms? Didn’t you like holding me and carrying me?”

Fiona pushed Aimee away from her, grabbing the Little by the hips and shifting her to the next couch cushion.

“Aimee… no, can we just… can we play the game? I just want to play this game with you, then maybe we can watch a movie. We’ll go to bed and I’ll drive you to work in the morning.”

“So today didn’t mean anything at all to you?”

"It meant a lot to me - the last several years of my work got a major step forward, the Little Pilot… "

“That’s not what I mean!” Aimee hopped down from the couch, “Did our time together mean nothing to you? You didn’t feel anything at all?”

“Aimee… I just don’t look at you that way, I just don’t. I’m sorry,” Fiona’s words were apologetic but her tone certainly wasn’t. She looked down at her Little roommate, her best friend, her confidant, her playmate, her comrade in arms. Not her baby.

“Then what the fuck is wrong with you!” Aimee screamed, throwing the controller to the ground, “Everyone wants me! I’m fucking cute! What the fuck is wrong with you that you don’t? Why don’t you love me? Why can’t you love anyone?

The words were a knife in Fiona’s heart. She’d never been in love with anyone, never felt the lure of romance, never longed for anyone to kiss her… or desired to kiss anyone else. She was incredibly insecure about it and Aimee knew that. She lunged right for it in her pain, and the cut was deep.

“You’re not that cute, Aimee,” Fiona’s voice was a knife in return, a cold steel edge, “You’re not the queen of Littlekind, some gift to Amazons everywhere. Excuse me for not wanting to change your shitty diapers!” Fiona was on her feet, towering over her roommate, screaming down at her, “You smelled like piss all day! It was fucking awful, you were whiny and needy, and I don’t like carrying you in any sense of the word!

“Fuck you, Fiona,” Aimee squeezed past the Amazon’s legs, tears streaming down her face, heading straight for the door.

“You’ll be back,” Fiona called after her. The Little-sized door within the main door slammed shut. “She’ll be back,” Fiona said to herself, sinking back into the couch, her head in her hands, tears on her own face. “She’ll be back.”

Aimee couldn’t see straight as she walked down the street, barefoot. She had stormed out of the apartment without her shoes, but she couldn’t go back yet. She wasn’t even sure where she was walking, she was just walking away. Tears streamed down her face, she couldn’t stop them. Fiona had been faking that whole day, it didn’t matter how hard she tried, Fiona would never love her. Aimee stumbled down the sidewalk, crossing a street… she wasn’t even sure what direction she was going, she certainly didn’t have a destination. Suddenly, her right foot had a sharp stabbing pain and it felt wet. She sat down on the sidewalk and felt her foot, her hand coming back red with blood.

“Are you okay?” a voice came from high above her, Aimee looked up to see an Amazon woman in a black knee-length dress with white polka dots on it, who was starting to crouch down. She had curly brown hair that danced around her shoulders and a warm smile.

“I hurt my foot,” Aimee sobbed, “I think I stepped on something.”

“You poor dear, you aren’t wearing any shoes,” the woman said, “You stepped on a piece of glass. This is going to hurt, hold still.” It did hurt, Aimee’s vision went white for a moment as the Amazon pulled a sliver of glass out of her foot. The woman tore a large hunk of her dress off at the hemline and started bandaging Aimee’s bleeding foot.

“No… don’t, don’t ruin your dress for me,” Aimee sniffled, touched by the gesture, the warmth of it stemming the flow of her tears. “I’m not worth it.”

“Of course you’re worth it, you are possibly the cutest Little I’ve ever seen. How could I call myself an Amazon and stand by while you bled in the street? Anyone with a heart would want to help you. That foot looks pretty bad though, sweetie. Do you live around here?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to go back right now… I’ll be okay, it… it doesn’t hurt as much now,” she lied.

“Okay… you don’t want to go home, how about I take you out for ice cream? May I carry you?”

Aimee looked up into the stranger’s eyes, they were so green… like Caitlyn’s. Her teeth were so white, her smile was so warm, and she was instantly showing more affection than Fiona ever did. Aimee found herself nodding and raising her arms. The woman didn’t hesitate in scooping her up, supporting her by the bottom and holding her close.

“There’s a great ice cream parlor just around the corner, let’s get you a treat, huh? You look like you need a treat.”

“I do,” Aimee agreed, “Thank you so much… I had a really bad day.”

“That’s awful, I want you to tell me all about it, okay? I’m Wendy, by the way… what’s your name?”

“I’m Aimee. It’s nice to meet you Wendy, you’re a pretty lady.”

“Thank you so much, Aimee. I’m not as pretty as you are though, you are so pretty I bet you can’t even keep a clock in your home, they’d all stop to mark the time they last saw you.”

Aimee blushed a deep crimson, her tears gone. No one had ever flattered her this way, if Fiona had said something like that to her… she would have melted into a puddle and never moved again. This woman seemed very nice, she had ruined her lovely dress without a second thought, seeking to care for a hurt Little she didn’t even know. Aimee knew right away that this was a really good person, someone she wanted to be friends with. A bell rang overhead as she was carried into a shop, a blast of cold air sweeping over her.

“Hey, no shoes, no service lady,” a gruff voice came from behind the counter. Aimee buried her face in Wendy’s shoulder, she was still causing trouble. She felt absolutely awful.

“Good sir,” Wendy said sharply, “My Little friend is hurt, I’m going to buy her an ice cream, you’re going to sell it to me, and we’ll be on our way. Right?”

“Fine, what can I get you?”

“She wants the Little Supreme,” Wendy said, automatically picking the largest and most expensive thing on the menu. She had to make a big splash with the Little. Aimee’s eyes went wide as her head whipped around to the menu. That was a lot of ice cream… it had five scoops with different toppings on each one, she had always wanted to try it, but she never did because Fiona never wanted to help her out with it and she knew she could never eat it alone.

"That’s too much… "

“Nonsense, you had a bad day, you have a hurt foot, and you need a treat. Don’t worry, I’ll have a little bit too, if that’s okay?”

Aimee nodded, touched by Wendy’s generosity. She closed her eyes as Wendy stroked her hair softly, being careful not to disturb the ringlets. It was so comforting, so calming. Aimee melted a little in her arms. Wendy paid the man and took the massive (to Aimee) dish of ice cream and carried the Little and the treat out the store and straight to a large white Buick. She sat Aimee on the trunk of the car and they ate the ice cream together in silence, the woman smiling warmly at Aimee as she devoured the sweet treat. She savored every bite, every flavor, and Wendy helped out with anything that was too much for her.

“That was a tasty treat, wasn’t it Aimee? Are you ready to go home? We need to do something about your foot.”

“No… I’m not ready, my roommate will be mean to me about hurting my foot,” she frowned.

“Well, we need to do something. My place isn’t too far from here, would you mind if we patched you up there? I have antibacterial ointment for your foot, we can clean it up and maybe spend some time coloring together? I know it’s silly, but I love coloring.”

“Me too!”

“I have a unicorn poster I’ve been working on for weeks, it requires a lot of focus, I find it very calming. Would you be willing to color with me while we let your foot rest a bit?”

“Oh, I love unicorns, that sounds very nice Wendy. I would love to color with you… thank you so much, you’ve been so wonderful.”

“Everyone should be wonderful to a Little as sweet, cute, and darling as you. Let’s go… I only have a carseat - not a booster, is that okay? I don’t have a Little, but I have sat for a friend’s Adopted Little before. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” Aimee smiled up at her, “I’ve ridden in one before, they’re actually very comfortable. Much more comfortable than a booster.”

“Oh good, let’s get you buckled in and let’s go fix up that foot and color,” Wendy gave Aimee a little squeeze as she carried the girl to the car. Aimee couldn’t see the dark smile that crept across the woman’s face, her head was resting on Wendy’s shoulder, her eyes closed and a smile of pure contentment was on her face.

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Re: It’s the Little Choices - Diaper Dimension - Chapters 11-15 (Updated 7/2)

Oh no! Not Wendy, of all people!

How do these coincidences always manage to happen in fiction? :wink:

Re: It’s the Little Choices - Diaper Dimension - Chapters 11-15 (Updated 7/2)

Chapter Sixteen

Wendy smiled, it had been a while since she had a Little in her home. She had sold her last one several months ago, the Little dear had stopped responding. This one seemed promising and oh-so-cute. She knew from the moment she saw her up on that platform in the store, those ringlets bouncing, that cute smile… she knew that this Little craved being babied probably more than any Little she’d had so far. The darling was begging for it and no one around her could seem to see it. Wendy could see it, and she craved that taste… that taste that a Little gave off when they were truly afraid. It was better than any food, better than any drink or treat, and it just came off of them in waves. She was sure that Aimee would taste better than any Little before, she would be sure to go slowly with this one. She wouldn’t waste Aimee like she had wasted Little Phillip. Littles who wanted to be babied that way wanted to be bratty, wanted to fuss and act up because they wanted to lose the struggle. They wanted to be put in their place, and they knew where the place they wanted to be was. Aimee would be no different, she’d struggle and fuss, but she’d love it. Wendy could taste that shameful enjoyment just as well as the fear, but the fear… oh, the fear tasted so much better.

She carried the Little in and set her on the kitchen table, next to the highchair. Wendy had been tempted to drop the Little right in the highchair, but didn’t want to push her luck. She was right though, the Little looked covetously at the highchair, Wendy could almost hear her thoughts, wishing she were in there instead.

“Hmm,” Wendy mused, “Would you mind if I put you in the highchair? I know you wouldn’t fall if I left you sitting on the table, but it would make me feel better… with your hurt foot and all.”

“I… I don’t mind,” Aimee blushed, looking down, “Better safe than sorry, right?”

“That is exactly my philosophy!” Wendy smiled a big, warm smile at the Little and plopped her down in the highchair. She’ll fit much better when she’s in a nice, thick diaper, she observed. “Wait right here, I’ll go get the ointment and a bandage. Don’t fall, or I’ll know I need to buckle you in next time,” she booped Aimee on the nose and walked into the kitchen for the first aid kit.

Aimee couldn’t resist, she grabbed the buckles and brought the crotch-piece between her legs, snapping them together herself. How will Wendy react, she wondered, her pulse racing. She’s interacted with Adopted Littles before… will she like it?

Wendy returned to a wonderful surprise, she smiled a big, warm smile at Aimee upon seeing how she had buckled herself in.

“Oh, a girl after my own heart,” she cooed, “I’m so glad you don’t mind a little bit of extra safety. Some Littles get very upset when you suggest it, I’m glad you’re so mature that you understand it’s better to be safe.” Wendy set about treating Aimee’s hurt foot, removing the makeshift bandage, cleaning the wound gently, and applying the medicine before wrapping a real bandage around it. “You should probably stay off that foot for a while, would you mind terribly if I carried you around? I know you’re mature and independent, but it would make me feel better.”

“I don’t mind, I actually like being carried… it’s nice.”

“Oh, wonderful. I learned that I actually like carrying a Little quite a lot when I sat for my friend’s Little. They look so happy together all the time… I’ll admit it made me a bit curious. Have you ever met an Adopted Little?” Wendy talked cheerfully as she carried the darling into the craft room… well, the craft room the Little was allowed to see at this point. The other craft room, her workroom, would remain locked for now. She sat Aimee down in her chair for a moment, in front of the large drafting table that had her unicorn poster on it. Wendy really did enjoy coloring, that much was true, and the poster was enormous and intricate. Aimee found it immediately intimidating.

“Oh wow, it’s… it’s so pretty,” she stared in awe at the image, the unicorn half-colored dancing in a field of fairies, the lineart was gorgeous. The poster wasn’t quite half completed, Wendy had been coloring it with very high quality markers quite meticulously, “I don’t want to mess it up… you’ve worked really hard on this. It’s beautiful.”

“Oh,” Wendy said sadly, "You don’t want to color with me? I thought it would be nice… " She let her shoulders sag a little, the girl took the bait immediately.

“No, no… I’m sorry… I just don’t want to ruin your beautiful poster. It’s so pretty, I’m afraid I would mess it up. You’re much better at coloring than I am.”

“You don’t have to color with me if you don’t want to,” Wendy said dejectedly, “I understand. It’s stupid for an Amazon to want to color anyway.”

“No! It’s not stupid at all. I would love to color with you, I’ll be very careful. Please… may I color with you, Wendy?”

“Of course,” Wendy beamed at her, “I’ll go get the high chair so you’ll be closer and we can work together. How’s your foot?”

“It doesn’t hurt as much now, thank you,” Aimee stared starry-eyed at the poster and the professional grade markers, while Wendy walked back to the kitchen… pausing for a moment to check that the workroom and the nursery were both locked. She didn’t want to scare the Little girl away, after all. She carried the highchair, leaving the tray in the kitchen, to the craft room. She sat the chair next to her office chair and held her hands out for the Little. Aimee reached up and took Wendy’s hands, the Amazon gently lifting her into the highchair. Aimee wished desperately that she had her pacifier, the beautiful butterfly pacifier that Fiona had bought her while she cruelly pretended to love her…

“What’s wrong, Aimee?” Wendy asked kindly, sitting down next to her. They were eye-level now, and Aimee stared into those big green eyes that looked so full of love, but hid such darkness.

"I… " she blushed, not wanting to admit it, “My friend bought me something… I was wishing I had it with me, but we just got in a big fight and thinking about that made me sad. I feel confused.”

“Do you want to talk about it? I know we just met, but I’m a good listener. The unicorn isn’t going anywhere, I’d like to help you any way I can.” Wendy placed two fingers gently on Aimee’s shoulder, and tears started to well up in the Little’s eyes again.

“Today was supposed to be the best day ever, I really thought she’d fall in love with me!” Aimee buried her face in her hands and sobbed, the floodgates crumbling under the torrent, "I love her so much, why can’t she love me back… "

Wendy reached out and gently pulled the Little into her lap, wrapping her arms around the sobbing girl’s body warmly, resting her chin ever so slightly on Aimee’s head and rocking softly. She listened, didn’t interrupt, didn’t suggest or try to solve the problem, she just listened.

“It hurts so much, Wendy… why does love hurt so much?”

“Love can definitely hurt, Aimee… I’ve been hurt before too. But when you find the right person, and they love you back… it’s the best thing in the world. Is this girl another Little?”

“No, she’s an Amazon… we’ve been together forever, I really thought that after today she would love me back!”

“Sweetie, there’s often only one kind of love an Amazon can have for a Little, especially one as painfully adorable as you, and I’m sure that’s not what you wanted.”

“That is what I wanted!” Aimee shook in Wendy’s arms, and Wendy’s heart soared. She had been right about everything so far, with just a little kindness and love, this damaged Little would be hers. “I spent the whole day in diapers! I was so cute, why doesn’t she want me?”

“I am so sorry,” Wendy said solemnly, squeezing her gently, “I am so, so sorry, Aimee. I’m so sorry that you hurt that way. It sounds like you did everything right to me, it sounds like she just couldn’t appreciate you. Does she appreciate you in other ways? Does she shower you with gifts or carry you around or make sure you feel loved?”

"No… she makes me cook for her, and she makes sure I go to work every day, and… "

“It sounds like she’s not a very good friend to me. I don’t know any other Amazons who make the Little cook or clean. Those sorts of things are so hard for you and so easy for an Amazon, you’d have to cook enough food to feed yourself three times to make a meal for an Amazon. How do you even handle the pans safely?”

"I… I’ve got lots of practice, I’m a good cook… "

"I’m sure you are, sweetie, but a good Amazon wouldn’t make you. Sure, you could if you really wanted to… but do you want to? Or… " Wendy hesitated a moment, “Or do you want someone to feed you?”

"She likes my cooking… " Aimee blushed furiously, her tears stopping.

“But your cooking isn’t going to make her love you, she’s just using you as a personal chef. How often do you have to cook?”

“Five nights a week… it’s-”

“Five nights!?” Wendy cut Aimee off mid-sentence, "You poor dear, you poor overworked darling. That’s awful, it’s practically Little-abuse. Oh, it makes me feel so upset for you! I can’t imagine doing that to a Little. Well, you certainly can’t be cooking now. What will she do now that you have a hurt foot? You said she’d be mean to you because you hurt it… "

“Well,” Aimee looked down, “Mean probably isn’t the right word… she’d say it was my fault and that I should be more careful.”

“Would you still have to cook and go to work?”

“Well, yeah… I mean-”

"No no no, that’s awful. How about you stay the night here tonight? You can call in sick to work, we’ll spend the day coloring and I’ll wait on you for a change, instead of you having to wait on an Amazon. I… I’m really curious about spending more quality time with a Little… after meeting my friend’s… not that… oh… "

“It’s okay,” Aimee rested her hand on Wendy’s arm, "I… I like you too. I really shouldn’t stay, though, I don’t want to impose… "

“It really wouldn’t be an imposition, I get so lonely… it would be nice to have company. You won’t have to worry about your friend getting mad about your foot or making you go to work tomorrow, we can just rest and heal. I don’t have anything at all going on tomorrow. You’d be doing me a big favor.”

“Well, I do owe you a favor for taking such good care of me… okay, I’ll stay the night. Thank you, Wendy. You’re a really good person.”

“You are too, Aimee. I’m really glad we met. It’s so funny, I’m so lucky that I was in that very spot when you needed me.” Wendy smiled, knowing that it was far from coincidence. She’d been following the Little since she saw her in the store. She had a good feeling about this one. She did from the moment she saw the girl in the adorable costume, surely diapered. And that freakishly tall Amazon from the store wasn’t here to interfere this time. “Let’s color, okay?”

Fiona felt a little sick to her stomach. It had been over an hour and there was no word from Aimee. She fumbled around in her purse for her phone, dropping Aimee’s license on the floor in the process. Aimee was out there without her license, she could get into trouble… she still couldn’t be adopted without the proper paperwork, but the authorities would be much more reluctant to help her in a spot. She dialed Aimee’s number… only to hear her roommate’s phone playing some sappy love song as the ringtone came from the Little’s room. She cursed and headed out the door. Maybe she’s somewhere nearby, Fiona thought frantically, maybe I can find her. Why does she have to be so stupidly stubborn?

Chapter Seventeen

The poster was beautiful, and substantially closer to being finished than when they started. Aimee and Wendy had colored happily, Aimee often crouching or standing in Wendy’s lap, though sometimes sitting in the highchair. The markers were nicer than any Aimee had ever used and the colors were brilliant. She was proud that she was able to continue Wendy’s work without the transition being obvious. After a while, Aimee began to feel the call of nature, however.

“Um, Wendy,” Aimee said uncertainly, “Do you have a Little-aid ladder for your toilet?”

"No, I’m sorry I don’t… we could take you to a restaurant or a gas station. Or… " Wendy blushed a bit, looking away.

“Or what?”

“May I please… put you in a diaper?”

“Oh,” Aimee blushed, "I don’t know… "

“You’re right, it’s stupid. I’m so sorry I asked… ugh, why am I so dumb?” Wendy berated herself, making Aimee feel very uncomfortable, “You probably don’t even like me the same way I like you.”

“You… really like me that way? We just met and,” Aimee’s feelings were a whirlwind, Wendy had been so kind, so wonderful… but everything was moving so quickly. They had just met, but Wendy seemed to understand her in a way that Fiona never could… or never wanted to. Wendy’s arms were so strong and comforting, she wanted to carry her and care for her, Wendy wanted to make sure that she wasn’t working too hard, that she was happy… "I… " Wendy stared at her with an expression that Aimee had worn herself many times, she had just extended a tiny, vulnerable part of herself and she was hoping that the object of her affections didn’t crush it. She had been on the other side of this with Fiona so many times, she couldn’t hurt Wendy the same way that Fiona hurt her. She didn’t love Wendy… but Wendy did make her feel good. “Okay.”

“I can? Really? Oh, Aimee… thank you,” she squeezed the Little tightly, "I’ll be gentle. I got a little practice recently… " She carried the gullible Little into her bedroom and laid her down on the queen-sized bed. “Wait right here, I’ll be right back.”

Wendy slipped away, leaving Aimee on a bed that was easily half the size of her bedroom back in the apartment, and slipped into the nursery. She smiled, looking at the array of paddles on the wall above the changing table. She grabbed a medium thickness diaper in a soft purple. It was the thinnest she had at the moment, she preferred her Littles in very thick diapers… but she’d need a change sooner this way, and more diapers meant Aimee getting more comfortable with her quicker. She grabbed a bottle of oil and re-locked the nursery, carrying the diaper in front of her back to the bedroom.

She kindly, tenderly stripped Aimee’s jeans and underwear, much more gingerly than she preferred, but this was the right way to handle it. Aimee trembled as Wendy worked the oil into her skin in her most private places slowly, deliberately, lovingly. Caressing her as she went. Aimee closed her eyes and hugged her arms to her chest, biting her lip a bit as she enjoyed the feelings of Wendy’s strong hands. When the sound of the diaper crinkling as it was unfolded hit her ears, she shivered in anticipation. Wendy already wanted her more than Fiona ever did, she was so gentle, so wonderful… and she wanted it just as much as Aimee. She inhaled sharply in ecstasy as she felt her ankles being lifted, her bottom lowered on the soft padding. It wasn’t nearly as thick as her princess diapers, to her disappointment, but it felt amazing. Wendy pulled the diaper tight around her waist, paying closer attention to each side than Fiona ever did to the whole change. When the sides were taped securely, Wendy probed and pulled at the legbands, fluffing the padding. Aimee couldn’t hold back the moan then, and Wendy began rubbing the front of the diaper.

“You’re so wonderful, Aimee… she didn’t deserve you,” she leaned in close to the Little’s ear, rubbing and stroking the soft plastic, “You are the cutest Little I’ve ever seen. You are a good girl,” Aimee convulsed at the words, writing under her touch, “You’re such a good girl, you deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved. You deserve to be cared for and doted on. You are a wonderful Little,” Wendy increased the rhythm and pressure, Aimee’s hands shot out and gripped the giant’s one arm, grinding her hips into the giant hand, panting. “You’re. Such. A. Good. Girl.” Aimee’s world exploded in lights and colors as her body shuddered in orgasm, she moaned aloud, her toes curling involuntarily. As the afterglow descended, Wendy climbed onto the bed and pulled the twitching Little into her lap, rubbing gently on her tummy, above the diaper. The extra pressure on the bladder was all Aimee needed and she let go, flooding the diaper while she swam in feelings of bliss, wrapped in Wendy’s strong arms. She panted for breath and clung tightly to the Amazon, her brain completely gone for the moment. The warm padding swelled around her nethers… and Wendy didn’t wait long before she started rubbing again. The warm, wet padding was even more stimulating. She writhed and squirmed in joy in Wendy’s lap…

She came three more times before the evening was through.

Fiona flopped down on her bed, it was after midnight and still there was no sign of Aimee. She had called the police, but there was nothing they could do until Aimee had been missing for 48 hours, as she was a licensed Little and a legal adult. The fact that she stormed out after a fight didn’t help her convince the authorities of the urgency at all. But Aimee hadn’t even taken her shoes or her phone, she didn’t have her purse… where could she have gone? Fiona had spent hours going into nearby shops until they started to close, but there had been no sign of Aimee at all.

She had to give up for the moment, she needed sleep. She had to interface with the Little Pilot team in the morning and get them to start prepping for actual testing. After finally clearing the Whitmore hurdle, she couldn’t let the project fall behind now. Not when everything was finally starting to align.

Aimee is an adult,
she told herself, trying to find a comfortable position underneath the crushing weight of her own guilt, She’s smart… enough, she can take care of herself. She’ll be home in the morning when I wake up. I’ll probably wake up with her in bed with me. Everything will be fine.

She had a restless, awful night of sleep, dreaming of Aimee being hit by a car, being chased by dogs, being picked up and carried off by a disturbingly large bird. She awoke only a couple of hours later in a cold sweat and started calling all of the hospitals nearby, asking if Aimee had been admitted… she didn’t know whether to be happy or sad that she wasn’t in any of the medical facilities. She didn’t want her friend to be hurt, but she also wanted to know WHERE she was. Fiona walked around the apartment in the dark, stopping in to Aimee’s room and staring at the fallen pacifier, the crumpled onesie, the stack of nighttime princess diapers. She missed her friend… she’d rather have a baby Aimee than no Aimee at all.

I’ll diaper her when she gets home,
Fiona told herself, I won’t adopt her, but I can baby her at home… friends with benefits, that’s a thing, right? I… I don’t want to lose her. I don’t want to be without her.

She fired up their video game and sat on the couch with a tumbler of whiskey on the rocks, and stared at Aimee’s backward civilization on the screen.

“All she ever wanted was to be loved and you fucked it up, Fiona,” she said aloud to herself, “Why are you so fucking broken? You knew she loved you and you led her on for years, you piece of shit. She showed you all the time what she wanted, she just wanted to feel little, to be loved.”

Flipping through one of the Adopted Little catalogs Aimee had “casually” left laying around, she couldn’t hold it back any longer and she cried… until she passed out on the couch.

Helen looked at the clock, Aimee’s business friend was always perfectly punctual. She arrived at the exact same minute every single day, but here Helen stood, five minutes after Aimee usually showed up, standing at the store entrance, worrying about the precious Little. She hadn’t called in yet, and as far as Helen knew, helping her business friend was only supposed to take one day. She went to go find her backup greeter again, hoping the Little wouldn’t mind donning the costume again, at least until Aimee showed up. The girl seemed really happy about the Employee of the Month award, it was very strange that she’d disappear without notifying anyone at all.

She kept an eye out for Aimee for the next couple of hours, but the Little never showed and never called. Helen tried calling Aimee’s phone, but only got a recording prompt.

“Aimee, hi. It’s Helen, I know you had the day off yesterday but I was under the impression that it was only one day. You have Saturday and Sunday scheduled off, I hope to see you on Monday. Frankly, I’m a little bit worried about you, this isn’t like you. Please call and let me know you’re okay… as your friend, not your boss. I’m not mad, I just want to know… I just need to know you’re okay. Please be okay.”

Nightmare scenarios played through her head as the message rambled on, most of them ending up with Aimee hurt somewhere. The poor girl was so small, so defenseless. Helen needed her to be okay… she never got to tell her how she really felt.

Carol was stalling on the phone for Fiona, who was 30 minutes late. She hoped everything was okay, the Friday conference call had started without her. She muted the phone and breathed a heavy sigh of relief as Fiona staggered through the door, looking rather worn and a bit disheveled. She stood and ushered her boss to her desk and dialed in the call for her, setting her up and running to fetch a coffee. Fiona’s presence wasn’t imperative on this call, but missing her second one ever as VP would be a bad start. Fiona appeared to be getting into gear when Carol returned with the steaming cup of coffee. She quietly excused herself from the office, but couldn’t help lingering for a moment at the doorway to stare longingly at the empty playpen.

She sat back down at her desk and listened in on the call in case Fiona needed anything. When it was wrapping up she went to grab her boss the now-customary bagel and delivered it to go with the morning coffee.

“Are you okay, Fiona? Is there anything I can do for you?”

“I had a rough night, my roommate stormed out and never came home.”

“Your roomma… you mean Aimee? The Little from yesterday?” Ice flooded Carol’s veins.

“Yeah,” Fiona rested her head in her hands, she looked like she felt terrible.

“What do you mean stormed out? Did she have a place to go? Is she okay?”

“I don’t know,” Fiona groaned, “I’m really worried… she didn’t have her license when she left, she didn’t even have her shoes. She just… stormed out.” Fiona held the Little’s license badge in her hands, dangling… unable to help the Little who needed it.

Something snapped in Carol’s brain, it was completely unable to imagine a world where she would let that tiny, vunerable creature stomp out of a room much less an apartment in the city. She would have swept the darling up and hugged her until she felt better or screamed herself to sleep, she could never, ever, ever let her put herself in danger like that. She imagined that Little girl wandering the streets of the city alone in a wet diaper, crying for a mommy. A mommy that she should already have.

“You… you let her walk out with no shoes? No license?” Carol’s voice sounded confused, not understanding at all. A tiny flame ignited in the back of her mind.

“She’s an adult,” Fiona snapped, her head whipping up, “She’s supposed to take care of herself.”

“She’s not an adult, Fiona. She wet her diaper twice in the short time I… was with her.”

“She likes diapers, I’ll never understand it. She’s still an adult, she cooks, she cleans, we watch movies and play games. We’re friends.”
Fiona’s words were only fanning the fire in Carol’s brain. Suddenly she had a picture in her mind of Fiona working poor Aimee in their house like a slave, forcing her to do housework when she should be cradled and rocked, fed and cuddled.

“She likes diapers because she’s JUST A BABY,” Carol said, the fire starting to rage out of control, taking Carol right along with it.

“She’s not a fucking baby, Carol,” Fiona said, standing up. “We graduated high school together, I was there when she got her first job. We’ve been friends for a long damn time! She’s not a baby. She’s just small.”

“No, Fiona. Stephen in the design department is just small, Heidi in public relations is just small. A Little who wants someone to carry them and breastfeed them, who begs to be diapered… they’re babies and you know it. Not all Littles are babies, it’s true. But Aimee is. How could you let her leave like that? What if something happened to her? Dammit Fiona, why hasn’t someone adopted her already?”

“Because I don’t want to fucking adopt her, I’ve told her no a million times! I don’t want a damned baby!”

“I DO!” Carol was flat out screaming at her boss now, "I’m in love with Aimee! I want to adopt her, and I swear, if something happened to her… I’ll… I’ll… "

“You’ll what,” Fiona stepped toward her assistant, taking the unfinished threat very seriously.

“I’ll die,” Carol sobbed as she sank to the ground, “Poor Aimee… she’s so helpless, she’s so tiny. I wish… I wish I had told her how I felt yesterday. I knew I loved her the moment I held her. She’s so… perfect. I can’t believe she asked you and you refused her… poor Aimee… I want her so much.”

Fiona stood dumbfounded at her assistant’s breakdown. She was ready for rage, for hate, for screaming… she wasn’t ready for this collapse.

“I love her too, Carol… I don’t know where she is or if she’s safe and it’s killing me,” she took a few deep breaths, composing herself, “But I have too much to do right now. Too much to accomplish. I’ve called the police, they won’t do anything for another full day. I’ll keep a careful watch for her, my phone is always on no matter what, and I’ll search for her again tonight. But I need you to either focus on the job or take another day off.”

Carol looked up at this heartless creature, suddenly unsure if her boss were an Amazon at all.

Chapter Eighteen

Aimee awoke in the soft embrace of giant arms. She snuggled in, assuming it was Fiona at first, until she realized she was wearing a soggy, cold diaper taped around her. The previous night came back to her in a rush and she turned beet red. She rolled over slowly to face the sleeping Wendy. It had been amazing… every moment of it. It was like Wendy knew what she wanted even better than she knew herself. Wendy had made her feel things she had never felt before, and gazing at this perfect Amazon, she realized she was falling in love with her. Her thoughts started to turn toward Fiona, but she stopped them… instead she chose to poke her soggy diaper. She needed to go and she wasn’t sure this one could take another wetting. She tried to climb carefully out of Wendy’s embrace, but the giant woman yawned and squeezed her tightly… and Aimee lost control with a squeak.

“Oh, good morning beautiful,” Wendy said sleepily, “Oh… I think someone sprung a leak.” She sat up and lifted the Little off the bed, she had only left a tiny spot, but the there was a line of wetness going down one leg. “I would love to put you in another diaper, if that’s okay with you. I know you’re a Licensed, independent Little and all… but I really, really enjoyed last night.”

"I uh… " it was hard to think while being held aloft, two full body lengths above the ground, supported only by giant hands under your armpits, “I would like another diaper, please. Sorry I leaked,” Aimee frowned, feeling badly about it.

“It’s not your fault, sweetie. I think my friend left a thicker diaper here, too,” Helen said as she laid Aimee down on the floor and peeled the wet diaper from her, she stepped away for a moment and returned with a warm washcloth and wiped Aimee down. “Wait just a moment, I’ll see if I can find it.” Aimee nodded, feeling vulnerable but incredibly loved. Wendy didn’t care that she wanted to wear a diaper, Wendy wanted her to wear them. Wendy liked it… and Wendy made her feel the way that she always wanted Fiona to make her feel.

The Amazon returned with a puffy pink princess diaper.

“Oh,” she frowned, “I’d like to go to breakfast, but you can’t wear this out. You’re Licensed, I could get in a lot of trouble.”

“So adopt me,” the words tumbled from Aimee’s lips before she realized what she was even saying, but now they were out there in the world.

“I… I accept!” Wendy swept Aimee up and squeezed her, “Oh, Aimee! I fell in love with you at first sight, you’ll really let me adopt you? Can we go down to the registrar’s office today?”

Aimee’s head was reeling, some part of her was screaming that this was an awful idea in the back of her mind. Don’t do it! You don’t even know her! What about Fiona?

Fuck Fiona,
another part of her responded. She never wanted me anyway, I don’t owe her a damned thing. She probably didn’t even look for me.

Aimee felt the soft plastic of the diaper pressed against her naked behind, Wendy was holding it in one hand as she squeezed her tightly, and the addict in her couldn’t take it. She wanted to be in that diaper, she had craved Fiona diapering her for a long, long time and got the barest taste of it yesterday. Now Wendy was offering her everything she wanted with joy, not reluctance, not a grudging smile. An openness, a willingness, a kindness. And all after the most amazing night of Aimee’s life.

“Yes,” Aimee nodded, “Let’s go right now. Make me yours, Wendy.”

Aimee stood before the registrar in the perfect dress, all tulle and lace, not even hiding the puffy pink diaper as she snuggled in Wendy’s arms.

“Do you, Aimee Perrin, willingly forsake all rights of adulthood and promise yourself to this woman, to love and to honor, to obey and to cherish, to love as your own mommy for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” Aimee said with glee.

“Do you, Wendy Olivier, accept this sacrifice willingly, this precious gift that this Little gives to you, the ultimate symbol of love between Little and Amazon? Will you care for her, comfort her, and protect her from all that would harm her as though she were your own daughter?”

“I will,” Wendy grinned, squeezing Aimee closely.

“Please present your thumbs to the pad,” the registrar held out the screen for them each to press their thumb to, solidifying the contract and promsing Aimee a life of diapers with Wendy forever. Wendy pressed her thumb to the pad with fervor. Aimee hestitated for the barest moment, but jammed her thumb down as well. Wendy had shown her more love in one day than she had felt in her whole life. This was the right choice.

“Congratulations on your adoption, Ms. Olivier. You have a beautiful Little, I’m sure you’ll be very happy together.”

“Oh we will, your honor,” Wendy smiled, “She’s very special. Let’s go home, darling. I have a surprise for you.”

Aimee was in a daze, she had finally done it. She had given away her adulthood for real, now she got to live the life she had always dreamed of, the life that the Littles in the movies got. Diapered, cuddled, kept, and loved. Fate had led her to walk out on Fiona that night, fate had put that piece of glass in her foot, and fate had delivered her into Wendy’s loving arms. Aimee didn’t think she could ever be happier than she was at that moment, it was the happiest she’d ever felt in her entire life. She was starting a new chapter as an Adopted Little and it couldn’t be better.

Every Amazon in the area, even those without a strong Littlesense, could taste her joy. Wendy was practically bathing in it, it was a wonderful feeling… she completely understood why Amazons adopted Littles and lived happily ever after… but she knew that those people were just missing out on the even greater flavor. She couldn’t wait to get Aimee home to her new life. That first taste of real fear was always the best. Amazons didn’t want to believe that the Littlesense was a real thing, they blamed “mothering instincts” or some other such nonsense. Science had “proven” that the Littlesense wasn’t real, but Wendy firmly believed that every Amazon had it in one way or another… hers was just more attuned and particular than most. Amazons had a long history of feeling satisfied by babying a Little, but an extra sense that felt Little emotions had been long dismissed as new-age nonsense or old superstitions. Wendy knew otherwise, and she knew just how to enjoy it.

Aimee was carried back to her new mommy’s car and buckled in to her carseat. It felt amazing that these things were hers now, she’d never let Wendy go.

“Thank you mommy!” Aimee beamed as her love tightened her buckles and made sure she was safe and secure. Wendy lit up like the sun as she was called “mommy” by her new toy for the first time.

“You’re welcome, sweetie. You’ve made me the happiest Amazon in the world today. Let’s go home and celebrate,” she smiled warmly and patted Aimee’s diapered crotch.

This was everything Aimee had ever wanted, a loving mommy, a comfy diaper, and no responsibility. She couldn’t wait to call into work and quit for good… although that caused an unexpected pang of sadness. Helen would be disappointed, she had been so proud of Aimee and so kind, she wasn’t looking forward to making the best boss she ever had unhappy. Surely she’ll understand, Aimee thought to herself, she’ll be happy for me right? All my friends will be happy for me, even Fiona… she’ll never have to deal with me again.

“Mommy, I should call into my job and let them know I’m not coming back. I don’t have to go to work any more, right?”

“Of course you don’t,” Wendy said, firing up the car and starting the drive back home, “I wouldn’t let you even if you wanted to. You’re just a baby now, and babies don’t work. Babies don’t cook or clean, they just play all day. This is your new life, diapers and bottles forever.” She watched in the rear-view mirror as Aimee swooned to her words, that taste of joy filling the enclosed car. Having the car taste this way all the time would be nice… but the flavor of the nursery was superior in every way. It was like comparing a vanilla ice cream cone to a cherry cheesecake, one was a nice treat and one was a sumptuous dessert. Wendy was ready for dessert. “You don’t need to call in, though. Places like Sir Bearington’s expect some employees to quit without calling, they plan for it.”

“How did you know where I worked?” Aimee’s voice had a touch of suspicion under the surprise, and the first droplets of fear mixed in with the joy.

“You don’t remember me visiting you at work? You called me ‘pretty lady’ and I invited you to dinner, before that very tall Amazon took you away from me. I fell in love with you right there, sweetheart.”

Suddenly Aimee remembered that day, Aimee had almost said yes to her then.

“It really is fate!” Aimee squeed, “I was destined to meet you, mommy. You seemed so nice, so wonderful that day… I almost went to dinner with you that very night. It’s so amazing that you’re the one who found me last night, it was meant to be.”

“It was definitely meant to be, my Little one,” Wendy agreed with a grin. Those drops of fear were gone, but Aimee’s were so delicious… it wouldn’t be long at all before she’d be able savor them. She pulled her car into the garage and killed the engine. It was time to introduce her darling Little to her new room.

Carol spent the day in agony. Her productivity was completely shot, she spent as much time scouring “Found Little” sites and message boards, police reports, hospital reports, news reports, and any other piece of data she could find that might give her a clue to where Aimee might be. She wanted that Little to be safe, she wanted to confess her love and show her that she deserved to be loved, to be cherished and cared for, to be held and cuddled. A part of her was growing to hate Fiona the more they talked. She had brought Aimee up several times, asking questions about her habits and preferences… Fiona only seemed to care about Aimee if it meshed with something Fiona already wanted. Fiona’s tastes, Fiona’s fun, Fiona’s goals… she shouldn’t be surprised that Fiona was actually one of the ruthless types like the other VPs, the other high-and-mighty Amazons. It seemed like the only way to get to the top was to step on people on the way.

No matter where she looked, nothing was turning up. There was some relief in that, no one had found Aimee murdered anywhere. There was hope that she was just hiding somewhere, completely safe… and just very angry with Fiona. Her boss’ phone had rung several times during the day, but it was never Aimee. Fiona listened carefully each time, every time the phone sprang to live, hope sprang anew in her heart… but it was a disappointment each time. Carol was running out of leads to follow, she wished she had a way to trace Aimee by her License… but that was beyond her skill with computers.

There was a man in the Internal Tech department who had a crush on her that just might, however… She waited for Fiona to head to the bathroom, and she borrowed Aimee’s license from her boss’ purse. She just hoped that Alex would be able to do something with it.

Chapter Nineteen

“Are you ready for your surprise, my precious Little girl?”

“Yes, mommy!” Aimee snuggled warmly in her new mommy’s arms, her grin stretching from ear to ear. Wendy seemed like the kind of Amazon who would spoil her rotten and she’d love every minute. She squeezed her mommy tightly.

“Okay sweetie, close your eyes,” Aimee obeyed, and heard the sound of a door unlocking and opening… lights turning on. She felt Wendy reach up for a moment. “Okay, sweetie. Open your eyes.”
Aimee opened her eyes to find herself in a fully stocked nursery, a gleaming white crib and changing table, stacks and stacks of fluffy diapers, a pile of stuffed animals… everything she ever wanted. Her heart soared as she looked around, taking it all in. But something wasn’t quite right. There were leather restraints at the bottom of every bar of the crib… ankle, wrist, and waist restraints on the changing table. An array of paddles and spanking implements hung on the wall above the changing table. The baby swing in the corner had a five-gallon autofeeder attached to it, and even the diapers she had stocked were in a wide variety of sizes and styles, from the medium thickness purple one Aimee wore yesterday, to the wonderful pink nighttime princess diapers, to some rather wicked looking black diapers that looked like they’d be too bulky to walk in at all.

“Welcome home, darling, smile for the cameras,” Wendy pointed up at a camera lens watching them from a shelf.

“Why… why do you have all of this punishment stuff in your house, mommy?”

“Because I believe that the only way a Little can be truly happy is if they have been properly punished, my sweet darling. Every Little I’ve ever known just loves to get fussy and cry ‘no no no’, when what they really mean is, ‘please punish me, make me do what I want even though I am saying no’.” Her mommy’s face wore a wicked grin, and Aimee felt her chest clench. She looked around and spotted several more cameras.

“Why do you have so many cameras?” Aimee asked nervously as Wendy lowered her into a swing and buckled her in. Aimee’s hands were pushed into puffy leather mittens that were attached to the swing support, held just above her shoulder level. Wendy secured the wrist straps and locked two little padlocks, one on each wrist. She pulled a camera over, a little closer.

“Because you’re going to be a star, my sweet thing. Tell everyone your name, darling.”

"I’m Aimee… "

“And how old are you, Aimee?”

“I’m twenty-nine years old.”

“Ah… that’s not true any more, is it?” Wendy asked sweetly, “What did we do today, Little girl?”

“We… you adopted me today, mommy,” Aimee answered, feeling fear start to flood into her stomach. Wendy was filling the autofeeder tank above the swing from a jug she had grabbed nearby.

“You mean you signed over your adulthood to me, baby. You are now whatever age I decide you are,” she said in a singsong tone, “Aimee here was an Independent, Licensed Little until about an hour ago. This is our adoption celebration. Aimee is fully potty trained, but we’re going to fix that, aren’t we? Aimee, do you want to be potty trained? Do you want to have to stop playing to go to the potty?”

“No, mommy,” Aimee blushed fiercely, wishing she could cover her face with her hands. “I love diapers. I don’t want to use the potty any more.”

“This, my friends, is what Littles in Gaule are really like,” Wendy said to the camera, “They love their diapers, they want to be adopted. They want to be cared for and controlled. And anyone who has watched before knows the best way to train a Little is positive reinforcement,” Wendy hiked up Aimee’s tulle skirt, fully exposing the pink diaper, and started duct-taping a vibrator to her thigh, inserting a wire into her diaper. “So let’s start by getting rid of that awful potty training. Let’s give the Little what she wants.”

“Mommy, who is watching this? I don’t like this,” Aimee started to complain, but was quickly silenced by the mouthpiece of the auto-feeder.

“Shhh, sweetie, no more talking. Now you drink. I’ll be back for you in… oh, two hours. We’ll make a lovely time-lapse video of you giving up your potty training. Oh, but first I want to show you some of your new things.”
Wendy reached up and switched on the auto-feeder before grabbing a beautiful pair of patent leather mary jane shoes, holding them up for Aimee to see. The Little smiled around the autofeeder, even as it pumped her mouth full of the sweet-tasting liquid. Aimee was feeling unsure, but Wendy had been wonderful so far, she was sure she wouldn’t really hurt her… and she did like to play the brat from time to time, and that meant some punishment. For someone who didn’t have a Little, she sure had a lot of equipment in her nursery, however… Wendy turned the shoes over in her hands, making sure the black leather shined for Aimee, they were beautiful. Aimee had always wanted a pair just like that… until Wendy pressed on the bottom of the shoe and metal spikes protruded through the sole.

“These are for when you aren’t allowed to walk. The buckle is tamper-proof, you won’t be able to take them off… and if you stand, it will hurt ever so much. I’d have to clean the blood out of your socks…” Aimee’s eyes opened wide in terror, panic fully flooded her body. Wendy smiled wide, finally getting the reaction she wanted. Oh, Aimee’s fear was delicious, much tastier than her joy. “These are especially fitting seeing how I found you, isn’t it? A hurt foot brought you to me… honestly, I may never let you walk again. You’re too cute. I’m so glad you’re mine. I’m so glad you gave yourself to me. I’m going to have so much fun torturing you.”
What have I done? Aimee was fully panicking now, thrashing against her bonds as the liquid filled her mouth. Wendy is crazy! I have to get out of here, I have to get home…

“Let’s see, what else do we have here… I’m sure you already noticed your diapers… I bet you haven’t seen one of these before though,” she patted the stack of black diapers, "I import these from Cathay, they’re not even sold in Catalon. They’re guaranteed to last a Little three days with no changes. We’re going to have so much fun putting that to the test, aren’t we sweetie? Oh, maybe we should talk about rules. Littles just love rules, don’t they?

“Well, rule number one should be obvious - you will never see another toilet in your life. You are diaper bound from now on. You will only be changed if you beg for it, and if I decide your diaper isn’t full enough, we’ll just tape another one right over top of it. We have lots of different sizes to make sure we can accommodate you no matter what. Rule number two, you will call me mommy at all times, my name will never come from your lips again,” she patted an oversized paddle that hung above the changing table as she said that, it was large enough to spank an Amazon with, the idea of being struck with that filled Aimee with dread.

“Rule number three,” she continued, “You will never, ever call for help or tell anyone that I hurt you. And I will hurt you, because I love you. It won’t all be pain, I’m not a monster… but I will most assuredly hurt you. Oh, there we go, show me some tears, sweetie. What a good girl you are.” Aimee’s eyes had started tearing up, and a few started to spill over.

How did I make such a big mistake? Why couldn’t I just be happy with Fiona?

“Rule number four, mommy is always right. If you ever think I’m wrong or that I’ve made a mistake, remember this one. If I tell someone you’re from Catalon, or that you’re a portal Little, or that you’ve been mine for ten years, mommy is right and you’ll agree with me. Isn’t that right, sweetie?” Aimee nodded, her mouth was starting to ache from the constant drinking.

“Okay sweetie, I’m going to leave you to your drink. You’ll get a lovely treat for wetting yourself. Make sure you’re nice and loud for the camera.” And with that, Wendy closed the door to the nursery, and Aimee heard the heavy lock engage. On the back of the door was a sign that read, “Mommy’s Baby Forever.” Aimee quailed, struggling again, but there was no hope. She had walked right into this trap with her eyes wide open, never seeing Wendy for what she truly was for even one moment.

All I wanted was love,
she cried to herself, I just wanted to be loved!

When she finally did have to go, she was still drinking, she flooded the diaper while still chugging the liquid… and the vibrator sprang to life, it was pressed into the padding a bit as it swelled and felt wonderful. Aimee tried her best to grind against it, moaning loudly with her eyes clenched shut. She sputtered a bit as she failed to drink properly, the machine stopped so she could catch her breath… but the vibrator stopped too. She wailed in disappointment… she’d have to let a little bit out at a time instead of flooding the diaper to keep the vibrator going. She didn’t have much choice, she might as well try to enjoy herself in every way she could.

Wendy watched the video feed from the computer in her workshop. The viewers were responding well, she’d be able to package the time-lapse video and sell it easily. The thing the people of Gaule didn’t want to admit was that despite all of their high-and-mighty opinions about equality and Little Rights, there was a demand for the product she was providing. Most of her viewers were here in Gaule, frustrated Amazons who couldn’t afford to get a Little of their own, they loved to watch her break them down. Aimee was her seventh, and she really felt the Little girl was going to be her best seller. She smiled as the Aimee on the screen moaned in pleasure and then in frustration as the vibrator cut off again, she’d just have to pee more if she wanted to come.

She looked around at all the leather goods in her workshop, all of the restraints and paddles in the nursery were her own creations. She’d have to select something nice for Aimee to try, and then she’d be able to sell it as an actual prop from the show. The most beautiful thing about her whole enterprise was that it was all completely legal. All her Littles gave full consent, signed their lives over to her in exchange for a love that they craved and she could give. She picked up a soft, flexible leather paddle. A session in the robospanker would be a good show, and a great afternoon activity for her darling Little. Aimee seemed like she was going to make it a lot longer than her average Little, she had a submissive streak in her a mile wide, she wanted to be punished and tortured. Her fear tasted amazing, she’d be able to play some real mind games with this one… The taste is why she did it, the money just made it all the sweeter.

Eight hundred viewers after a two month hiatus, with very little promoting… she had only posted a photo and a teaser the night before to her followers. Oh yes, Wendy smiled to herself, Aimee is going to be a star.

Chapter Twenty

Wendy gave the Little a good twenty minutes after the autofeeder finished, she knew that tiny bladder must have emptied a half-dozen times and probably still had one more good wetting. Her viewers had climbed steadily and word spread that LottaDamGaule was at it again. She watched with a grin as another shuddering climax overtook Aimee. Positive reinforcement wasn’t nearly as much fun as negative reinforcement… unfortunately, it was vastly more effective in changing behaviors. More than two thousand Amazons were watching Aimee moan her brains out as she wet herself in the baby swing, the poor darling’s diaper had started to leak on the right side. Now that the fluid had emptied from the feeding tube, her moans had a lovely echo to them, and she could give a lot more focus to keeping a small, steady stream of pee going to keep the vibrator active. Aimee was a natural, she was born for this it seemed. Positive reinforcement, anyway. It was time to see if the beautiful creature would respond as well to the other side of the coin.

Aimee had lost count of the times she had orgasmed, she was starting to get completely numb down there, and she had entirely lost count of the times she had wet herself. She felt so full from the liquid and if the vibrator was an honest indicator, she must have been peeing constantly for several minutes. She shifted slightly, feeling a trickle escaping the diaper from the right legband, she blushed… only to discover her numbness wasn’t quite as complete as she thought, she moaned through another climax. She was panting now, completely exhausted but feeling amazing.

When the door opened, Wendy could smell the sexual joy, but that taste of fear was completely gone. Aimee wasn’t afraid at all, she had given herself completely to that torment and had ridden the wave of pleasure the entire time. It was high time to get that lovely, addictive taste of fear back in the air.

“Oh, what a good girl,” Wendy cooed, removing the auto-feeder. “You are a good girl, aren’t you Aimee?”

“Yes mommy,” Aimee agreed breathlessly.

“Are you still potty trained, Little Aimee? If you are, we’ll have to have another session like that tomorrow. Do you think you can take that many orgasms two days in a row? Or are you going to wet your diapers uncontrollably?”

“I’m still potty trained, mommy,” Aimee said hungrily, she would happily spend every morning doing what she just did, drinking and wetting while the vibrator drove her over the edge again and again, she’d still want to go again now if she could feel anything down there.

“Are you now… okay. If that’s the case, I need you to prove it to me. You aren’t allowed to wet your diapers without asking for permission, understand?”
Aimee nodded, worn and panting as Wendy unstrapped her and removed the vibrator. She carried the spent Little to the changing table and proceeded to clean her, stripping her of her sodden skirt and removing her top, taping her into a nighttime princess diaper. Aimee smiled sleepily.

“These diapers are my favorite,” she mumbled, “They’re so thick and soft and comfy.”

“Good to know you have a favorite,” Wendy said as she clipped bracelets to her wrists, and anklets around her ankles.

“Unicorns,” Aimee said happily, turning the bracelet on her wrist, a rainbow sheen shined across the surface of the metal. A sharp pain in her back, right above the waistband of her diaper on either side of her spine jolted her out of her daze, “Owie! That hurt, mommy… what is that?”

“That, my dear,” she began, clipping another unicorn clasp closed just above her navel. A thin gold chain wrapped around either hip and disappeared behind her, “Is your regulator. It will let you know when you’re being good or bad.” Wendy pulled a legless onesie over Aimee’s head, snapping the crotch closed around the diaper. She then reached up and lifted a hood over Aimee’s head, and a pair of soft brown ears drooped into view. Aimee looked across the room, a large mirror was positioned next to the kind of rocking chair that always seemed to be in nurseries in the movies, the kind where the mommy lovingly breastfed the Little before the end credits rolled… in the mirror, Aimee’s blonde hair was surrounded by soft brown fur and a pair of floppy bunny ears hung down.

“I’m a bunny!” she squeed, kicking her legs. All her fear was gone, she was loving every minute of this.

“Time to see if your regulator works. You’re a good girl, Aimee. You’re such a good girl.” A wave of pleasure washed over Aimee’s body as Wendy said the words ‘good girl’ - the wave wasn’t all the way done when she said it again, and her whole body felt like it was vibrating gently. She moaned softly in pleasure, she wanted to be a good girl. Wendy smiled, “You’re a bad girl, Aimee! A very, very bad girl! Bad!” The pleasure vanished and was replaced with sharp, stinging pain as she said ‘bad girl’, it was agony… but it intensified as she said ‘very’, and when she shouted the final ‘bad’, Aimee cried out in pain, curling up into the fetal position on the changing table and sobbing, it hurt so much. “Shhh,” Wendy hushed her softly and the pain subsided. “Good girl.” Aimee felt the pleasure again, but only slightly… her body was still in shock from the sudden change in sensations.

She can control my body with a word,
Aimee quailed internally, but she was still secretly excited by it. Wendy could make her feel amazing just as easily as she could make her hurt.

“Good, your regulator seems to be working. It doesn’t just trigger on my voice, it can trigger on yours as well. Different phrases, of course… it can also trigger if somone who isn’t either of us says something from a third set of phrases. You’ll have so much fun figuring that out, I’m sure. Now it’s time to pick a stuffie to be your friend for the day. Every day we’re going to pick a new one. Go on, find your friend.” She set the Little on the ground on all fours and gently nudged her toward the pile of stuffed animals. There were some that looked very friendly, chipmunks and bears, baby deer and koalas, but some that looked downright scary, wolves with blood on their fangs, bunnies with broken bones sticking out of their legs, eyes glazed in pain. She felt fear rise in her heart again.
Even though that feeding session was amazing, Wendy is more than a little crazy, and I’m complete at her mercy for now, Aimee thought to herself. She could bring me incredible pleasure or intense pain, I need to do my best to stay on her good side.

Aimee pawed through the pile of stuffies, trying to avoid the scary ones, she settled on a fuzzy puppy with large, happy eyes.

“Did you pick one? Hold it up to the camera and tell all your fans the name of your new friend.”

“Um, mommy… are people watching us right now?”

“Bad girl, Aimee!” Wendy scolded her and she winced, pain racing through her body.

"This is um… " she held up the puppy toward the camera, “Puppy.”

“Aimee,” Wendy said with a warning tone, sending a shiver of dread down Aimee’s spine.

“Puppy… Puppyface McGee,” she blurted out, hoping the name would satisfy Wendy.

“I’m disappointed in you, Aimee,” Wendy put her hands on her hips as she said it, and Aimee realized it must be another trigger phrase, she suddenly felt very disoriented and a little ill. “You’ll give your friend tomorrow a wonderful, creative name, won’t you?”

“Yes mommy, I’m sorry,” Aimee shook a bit as Wendy scowled at her. Wendy had to fight back a smile, the smell of her fear was intoxicating, Aimee was still so unsure, the fear was mingling with the pleasure in a delightful way, Aimee’s feelings were a rollercoaster. She was scared and overjoyed all at the same time, and the flavor was amazing to Wendy.

“Your friend has a chip that interacts with your regulator, sweetie. I don’t know what the one you picked does, but your fans do. We’ll have to find out together. Are you hungry, sweetie? We didn’t get breakfast this morning, I bet you’re hungry.”

“I don’t know,” Aimee said uncertainly. She honestly couldn’t tell what she was feeling or needing at this point, the world felt upside-down and crazy, nothing seemed right.

“That’s okay, sweetie. You’re just a baby,” the slightest wave of pleasure washed over Aimee at those words, “do you want a bottle or a sandwich?”

“I want-” Aimee gasped as pain shot through her body, she doubled over and dropped the stuffed dog. She groaned lightly.

“Whoops, someone made a mistake. Let’s try again, huh sweetie? Do you want a bottle or a sandwich?”

Aimee lay there, clutching her stomach, afraid to speak again.

“I’m waiting, sweet girl. Do you want a bottle or a sandwich for lunch? Answer me now or you’ll get a spanking instead.”

“I want-” The pain ripped through her again and a scream tore from Aimee’s lips, it was much more intense this time, like her whole body had been set on fire. She writhed around on the ground, sobbing.

“Oh Aimee, please don’t be a stupid one. The stupid ones hurt themselves so much more,” Wendy spoke without malice or venom, it was just a simple statement to her. She didn’t actually want Aimee to hurt, per se - pain didn’t have a flavor or a smell. The threat of pain was necessary, it was the fear she wanted. The fear is what was so delicious. “I already told you that you can trigger your regulator by saying the wrong words. Now try once more, or it’s spanking time for you. Do you want a bottle, or a sandwich?”

“Bottle please,” Aimee squeaked, holding her sides, blinking away tears.

“Good girl,” Wendy smiled, “You aren’t allowed to demand things. Littles don’t say ‘I want’, they say ‘May I please’. You may be a baby, but you still need to have good manners, don’t you?”

“Yes mommy,” the good feelings from the ‘good girl’ made the lingering pain more bearable. “Thank you, mommy.”

“Good girl,” Wendy repeated, “You stay here and I’ll go get you a bottle of formula, we’ll make sure your body gets the nourishment it needs today.” As Wendy turned to leave the room, the stuffed puppy vibrated on the floor and barked. Aimee screamed as pain shot through her again, a quick flash of agony and it was gone. Wendy stopped to watch. Aimee struggled to sit up again, but a few seconds later the dog barked once more and the Little screamed and sobbed.

“I don’t know what to do,” she wailed, “It hurts, mommy!” Aimee’s fear was out of control, it flooded the room, washing away all the pleasure from before. She looked at the dog in abject terror, so afraid it would bark again and hurt her… which it did. “Please! Make it stop!”

“You picked a Needy one, sweetie,” Wendy explained to the poor, stupid girl. “It needs your love or it gets upset. Hug Puppyface and tell him everything’s okay.”

It barked again before she could reach it, and she wailed, choking on her sobs.

“It’s okay Puppyface,” she sobbed as she stroked the dog, “Everything’s okay. I’m here, you’re safe.” She stroked the dog and the pain subsided. She panted shallow, pained breaths.

“See, isn’t that better? He’s helpless, just like you. He needs love, just like you. Love him and pet him and tell him it’s okay, you’re such a good girl.” Wendy grinned as she locked the Little in the nursery and peeked at her viewing stats from the workroom. The fans were going nuts, donations were rolling in, urging her to up the pain threshold on the regulator, a rival pool donating to have her hook the Little back up to the vibrator. The silly, addicted Amazons hadn’t even waited for her to prompt them. They were just giving her money at the moment, she wasn’t going to follow any of their suggestions. She was going to maximize the fear.

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Oh, this hurts. I mean this hurts. How can she get out of this if she is legally adopted? And how can she have been so stupid to allow that to happen with someone she didn’t even know? I know she was in pain and all, but OMG! And Wendy is so…creative! I’m rather hoping that her videos might help lead Helen to her somehow, since Helen is the only one who might have an instinct about whom to look for. The only good news in all of this is that Carol, Fiona and Helen will all be looking for her. Is there a Registry of Little Adoptions? Maybe they can find her that way? But even if they can…is Wendy actually breaking Gaule laws here? Maybe she is: maybe the use of any kind of torture on Littles is against the law here?

This is a sign of your story-telling and world-building prowess, bbykimmy: I get all caught up in these characters and hurt for and with them. In this case, it is so odd: Aimee is, though being tortured, still managing to find some pleasure in the pain. That is partly her own submissive nature and partly the care that Wendy has taken in building her Little torture chamber; as she acknowledges, positive reinforcement works. But she also seems to dislike it as a general concept, and her “rules” are insane!

I’m assuming that Aimee is going to be here for awhile. Can’t imagine she’ll be saved in fewer than ten chapters, maybe more. I don’t suppose you could give us ten at once next time?

Re: It’s the Little Choices - Diaper Dimension - Chapters 16-20 (Updated 7/2)

[QUOTE=kerry;69794]Oh, this hurts. I mean this hurts. How can she get out of this if she is legally adopted? And how can she have been so stupid to allow that to happen with someone she didn’t even know? I know she was in pain and all, but OMG! And Wendy is so…creative! I’m rather hoping that her videos might help lead Helen to her somehow, since Helen is the only one who might have an instinct about whom to look for. The only good news in all of this is that Carol, Fiona and Helen will all be looking for her. Is there a Registry of Little Adoptions? Maybe they can find her that way? But even if they can…is Wendy actually breaking Gaule laws here? Maybe she is: maybe the use of any kind of torture on Littles is against the law here?

This is a sign of your story-telling and world-building prowess, bbykimmy: I get all caught up in these characters and hurt for and with them. In this case, it is so odd: Aimee is, though being tortured, still managing to find some pleasure in the pain. That is partly her own submissive nature and partly the care that Wendy has taken in building her Little torture chamber; as she acknowledges, positive reinforcement works. But she also seems to dislike it as a general concept, and her “rules” are insane!

I’m assuming that Aimee is going to be here for awhile. Can’t imagine she’ll be saved in fewer than ten chapters, maybe more. I don’t suppose you could give us ten at once next time?[/QUOTE]

Ten at once!? You’re so greedy! And you can call me Kimmy :wink: The Wendy arc is my absolute fav in this story, we’re getting into the really juicy stuff now!

Re: It’s the Little Choices - Diaper Dimension - Chapters 16-20 (Updated 7/2)

I’m not greedy, Kimmy, just desperate! And terrified!

Re: It’s the Little Choices - Diaper Dimension - Chapters 16-20 (Updated 7/2)

You’re going to be so tortured when all my stories are finally caught up here, I release chapters one-per-day maximum when I’m writing!

I’m working on another story set in Catalon, I’ve kind of fallen in love with my alternate Earth in the Diaper Dimension. I just released a collaborative story with another writer set in Eire, an island she made up in my alternate Earth world. I’m not sure I can post it here though, it requires multiple fonts to make sense. It’s a 6k word short story, and it’s complete.

Re: It’s the Little Choices - Diaper Dimension - Chapters 16-20 (Updated 7/2)

[QUOTE=bbykimmy;69797]You’re going to be so tortured when all my stories are finally caught up here, I release chapters one-per-day maximum when I’m writing!

I’m working on another story set in Catalon, I’ve kind of fallen in love with my alternate Earth in the Diaper Dimension. I just released a collaborative story with another writer set in Eire, an island she made up in my alternate Earth world. I’m not sure I can post it here though, it requires multiple fonts to make sense. It’s a 6k word short story, and it’s complete.[/QUOTE]

There are 21 fonts allegedly available here, but I can’t seem to make them show up. Colors do.

You do have to apply colors after publishing for some reason, but what the heck. :slight_smile:

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There are 21 fonts allegedly available here, but I can’t seem to make them show up. Colors do.

You do have to apply colors after publishing for some reason, but what the heck. :-)[/QUOTE]

You have no idea how painful that blue is on my eyes in this dark skin. :stuck_out_tongue:

Re: It’s the Little Choices - Diaper Dimension - Chapters 16-20 (Updated 7/2)

Bwa-ha-ha! My evil scheme is coming to fruition!

Re: It’s the Little Choices - Diaper Dimension - Chapters 16-20 (Updated 7/2)

There are 21 fonts allegedly available here, but I can’t seem to make them show up. Colors do.

You do have to apply colors after publishing for some reason, but what the heck. :-)[/QUOTE]

The ability to use multiple fonts was heavily abused so they are stripped out completely from posts and signatures.

That being said, bbkyimmy, if you send me a PM and let me know which fonts you need I can provide a work around as long as you promise not to abuse it :slight_smile:

Re: It’s the Little Choices - Diaper Dimension - Chapters 16-20 (Updated 7/2)

Chapter Twenty-One

Carol exited the elevator on the third floor, walking with purpose toward the back corner, where the cubicles were packed tightly together, where wires and action figures were tangled together on every desk. She walked straight up to Alex’s desk and laid a hand gently on his shoulder.

“Alex,” she said softly, gently. He screamed, his glasses clattering to the surface of his desk. He snatched them up quickly and put them back on his face, taking a moment to smooth his unruly brown hair. His teeth were slightly crooked, you could really only tell when he smiled. His fashion sense was abysmal, he wore nothing but superhero t-shirts and jeans, but he was good at tech so he got away with it. Carol knew he had a crush on her and he was a nice guy, just not her type. She preferred tall guys and Alex… well, he was shorter than she was and height tended to be pretty important to Amazons.

“C-C-Carol… you startled me,” he blushed deeply as the nerds around him snickered and giggled. He whipped his head around and glared before returning his attention to the object of his crush, “What can I do for you?” He tried to be suave as he swung his elbow up to the desk slowly to rest his head on his hand in a confident fashion, but he knocked over a mostly-empty coffee cup and scrambled to soak up the splashes of coffee with a leftover napkin.

“Alex, I really need your help with something… delicate,” she said softly, leaning in and finishing the cleanup of his desk for him. “It would be a really big favor that I’d be happy to repay with a nice dinner date.”

“D-d-d-date?” Alex swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing, “I uh… um, I’ll do what I can to help you, Carol. But it’s because you’re a good, nice person, not because I want anything.”

“You’re sweet, Alex - let me take you out to dinner, just help me out,” Carol leaned in closer as she laid Aimee’s license softly on his desk, “This license belongs to a friend of mine, she left it at home and she’s not answering her phone. I’m really worried about her. I’ve been searching all the forums and pages I can think of, but I’ve hit nothing but dead ends. She disappeared from her apartment building last night according to her roommate, and no one has heard from her since. I would be so, so grateful if you could help me find her.”

“Sure thing, Carol,” he replied confidently, a grin spreading across his face. “you’ve given me a name, an address, and a pretty good timeframe, that’s all I need. Come see me around quitting time? I should have something by then.”

“Thanks Alex, this is really important to me. Aimee’s a really good friend. I’m really afraid something happened to her.”

“I’ll help you find your friend, no worries.”

Aimee laid on the ground, stroking the puppy, whispering to it how much she loved it. She was afraid to move, she just laid there on the floor, cuddling the puppy and holding her aching bladder. She really needed to go, and it was torture to be wearing a diaper she couldn’t use. She needed Wendy to come back so she could ask to pee herself.

She was lying,
Aimee thought to herself, still stroking the stuffed puppy, She already has all this stuff, she doesn’t have a friend with an Adopted Little. She’s got so many scary things… I have to get out of here.

But she makes you feel so good,
the darker part of Aimee replied, You’ve never had a sexual experience like that before in your life. That was the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt. Isn’t that worth a little pain?

She shook her head, Wendy is crazy. This isn’t safe, there’s no way I can make Wendy stop if she hurts me…

Wendy returned with a bottle of formula, a great big glass bottle, and held it out to Aimee. She looked uncertain, there was no way she was going to be able to hold that with one hand… she looked to Puppyface, then to the bottle and back, all the while thinking of the ache in her bladder.

“Take your bottle, baby,” Wendy said in a threatening tone, “This is your lunch and babies like you need their lunch.”

“May I please-”, her words were cut off by Wendy shoving the nipple of the bottle in her mouth with a glare.

“Ba-”, as soon as the first syllable came out of Wendy’s mouth, Aimee’s blood went cold. Two words and she would be shrieking in pain. She reached up quickly and grabbed the glass bottle with both hands, it was so heavy! But in the process she had to let go of Puppyface. Wendy reached up and set a large timer, which began counting down, the large red numbers ticking away the seconds until Wendy would punish her in who knew what way. She looked down at the Little with a cold, joyless smile, "You have ten minutes to drink that. If you do, you’ll get a big reward. If you don’t… "

Wendy sat down in the nursery rocking chair, that smile never dropping, and watched. Aimee sucked on the nipple of the bottle for all she was worth, but after less than a minute, Puppyface started barking and the pain ripped through Aimee’s body. Wendy didn’t move a muscle as Aimee sputtered and coughed, picking herself up off the ground from the shock. A look of horror spread across her face as the diaper between her legs grew warm and soggy. She never got the chance to ask to release her bladder, and the last zap had taken the opportunity from her. In a panic she grabbed Puppyface and hugged him, stroking his fur while the timer counted down. She sat back up, petting him and when she was fully upright, she put him back down and hoisted the bottle. She was down to eight minutes remaining and the bottle was still very full. She resumed chugging the formula, it was sweet-tasting and creamy, more like a dessert than a meal, much better than the meal-replacement shake Fiona had given her for breakfast the day before. As the timer neared another 30 seconds passing, she set the bottle down to stroke the puppy before resuming. This kept her from getting shocked, and the bottle got a little easier to lift as she drained it… but as the minutes ticked down she began to panic and she lost count. Puppyface shocked her again, sprawling her to the ground and sending the bottle rolling across the floor to rest at Wendy’s feet.

Aimee panted and hefted herself to all fours, crawling across the floor to reach the bottle. She carried Puppyface with her, petting him as she crawled. She hoisted the bottle again and turned around to face the timer, just as it counted down to zero.

“Well, let’s see… you’ve got about a fifth of the bottle remaining, and you wet yourself without asking. So either you were lying about being potty trained and you don’t actually want another feeder session tomorrow, or you did it on purpose to get punished. Which is it?” Wendy smiled a sadistic smile as she offered the choice. Pleasure tomorrow and pain now, or no pleasure tomorrow and probably pain now anyway.

"I… " Aimee struggled with the choice, wondering if she should say she wasn’t potty trained any more, in her mind she wouldn’t be punished for that, but the call of the vibe was too strong, she wanted it again, “I did it on purpose, mommy. Please punish me.” What am I saying? she screamed at herself in her mind.

Wendy just picked her up and without a word, laid her face down on a bench across from the rocking chair, securing her wrists to a ring in the floor between the legs of the bench, and then her ankles to the other set of legs, so she was bent over the bench completely. The restraints were a thick leather with heavy buckles, she couldn’t move at all. She gripped Puppyface in her bound hands, holding on desperately to him, hoping this would count and that he wouldn’t shock her while she was being punished. She would have to work hard not to drop him as she endured whatever Wendy had planned.

The bench was set in a way that she could see Wendy sitting in the rocking chair if she tilted her head upward, Wendy had lowered herself back into the chair and was pressing some buttons on a controller… Wendy was actually getting short of breath from the intensity of the fear that was rolling off the Little. She was terrified, shivering in her bonds. Afraid of the punishment, afraid of the puppy, so, so afraid… the air was thick with it. Wendy moved purposefully slowly as she held the controller for the spanking robot where Aimee could see it. She pressed the buttons slowly, savoring the delicious fear. She couldn’t draw it out too long or the fear would lessen… and this first lesson would have to be quite painful or the fear of punishment wouldn’t be as strong next time. Cultivating fear was a delicate balance, it was such a fragile flower… but when handled correctly, its fruit was the most delicious thing in the world.

The pain started. Something was sharply slapping the backs of her thighs, a rhythmic smack smack smack, first on one thigh, then the other. It wasn’t long at all before Aimee lost count of the strikes and found herself sobbing, still clutching the evil stuffed puppy that stared up at her with its plastic eyes full of a false love. Aimee sobbed, wishing she had never walked out on Fiona, wishing she had just taken the baby day and been happy with it, wishing she could take it all back. Wishing she hadn’t signed away her freedom to Wendy forever…

When the spanking was over, Wendy released Aimee’s bonds and pulled the girl into her lap in the rocking chair. She wiped the tears from Aimee’s face and placed a soft, black flexible paddle in her hands and whispered in her ear…

“It would make me very happy,” Aimee repeated as she held up the paddle with one hand, “if my biggest fan would buy the paddle from my first spanking ever from my mommy. It will up for auction today.” Aimee’s heart sank, she was the star in Wendy’s punishment show… a living doll for the cameras. Does Wendy even love me at all? she wondered, Was everything she said a lie?

“Oh you are a good girl,” Wendy said loud enough for the cameras to pick it up. The pleasure washed over Aimee’s body, “You are such a good girl.” As she repeated it, the pleasure intensified and Aimee couldn’t keep the smile from her lips. Wendy sat the Little down on the ground and spread her legs wide, gently stroking the wet padding covering her crotch. Aimee clutched Puppyface to her tightly. “Are you ready for a reward?”
Aimee nodded, her emotions too big a storm to speak through. She was anticipating the pleasure that Wendy could bring, no one had ever made her feel as good as Wendy did… but she was also sad inside, wondering if any of this was real for the woman she had started falling in love with.

“Okay, reward time. I want you to repeat my words, okay? Say: I am a good girl.”

“I am a good girl,” Aimee repeated, feeling the pleasure wash over her. She continued to repeat Wendy’s words, every new phrase making her feel amazing. “I love my mommy. My mommy loves me. I love my diapers,” she shivered as she said that and Wendy began stroking the front of the diaper again, with more pressure, “I love my diapers. I love to wet my diapers. My diapers make me feel safe,” the words were coming out with soft moans in between now and the world grew a little hazy around the edges, “I need my diapers. I will,” she twitched and convulsed in pleasure as the regulator sent wave after wave of pleasure through her body, only intensified by Wendy’s rhythmic stroking, “always wear diapers. I need my diapers. I will wear diapers FOREVER.” As the last word fell from her lips, a loud moan escaped her and she dropped backwards, unable to even sit up any longer as the orgasm took her. She bucked and grinded against Wendy’s hand, moaning for all she was worth, all the while clutching the stuffed puppy to her chest.

“You are a good girl,” Wendy agreed, “And I will keep you in diapers forever, just like you have always wanted.”

Aimee moaned and writhed on the floor as the regulator continued to stimulate her. Her own hands replaced Wendy’s as she withdrew, rubbing herself furiously through the diaper, coming again.
In the workroom, a chime went off as Wendy’s single day income record was broken.

Chapter Twenty-Two

“Mommy? Are there cameras in here?” Aimee asked from the highchair… a different highchair than the one that Wendy had before, that was still in the craft room where they had been coloring. This one was much more sinister, with leather restraints everywhere. Aimee was buckled in at her waist, both wrists, both ankles, and Wendy was tightening a strap that held her head in place. Puppyface was cuddled into her side, staring up at her. She was terrified that he would slip away and she wouldn’t be able to grab him. She was also very concerned about the fact that her head was being restrained. What did Wendy have in mind?

“No sweetie,” Wendy said pleasantly as she buckled the head-strap, “The cameras are all in your nursery. You’re offline now, no one can see us. I can’t leave you in front of the camera all the time, one of the biggest rules of showbusiness is that you always want to leave your audience wanting more. You did a great job today. You’re a good girl.”

Wendy needed to make sure Aimee spent some time spreading that wonderful fear in every room of the house, she wanted to bask in it wherever she went. It was so strong right now, it was intoxicating. She had no idea the Little would be so potent, she had gotten so lucky with this one. She was responding wonderfully to every treatment, positive and negative. There was something else flavoring all that fear, something new… she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but the spice was delicate. Wendy wasn’t sure yet, but she was beginning to like it a lot.

Aimee was wrestling with a different anxiety under that fear… Should I ask Wendy about her feelings? Do I really want to know the answer? Does she love me? I think I’m falling in love with her… I don’t know if I can take the heartbreak if her affection was all lies.

The thoughts were banished as Wendy set a hypodermic needle down on the kitchen table in front of Aimee, her whole world was fixated on that sharp point now, and she felt her diaper growing warm again.

“Wh… what’s that, mommy?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, sweetheart. It’s just some medicine. Babies like you need their medicine.”

“What’s it going to do to me?” Tales of all the elixirs and drugs from other islands flooded her brain, regression serums, mental wipes, addiction chemicals, paralysis poisons… Wendy could have anything in there. The syringe wasn’t even clear, it was an opaque white with no label whatsoever - there wasn’t even a clue from color. Aimee felt herself starting to hyperventilate, this wasn’t fun like being bound in the carseat. She missed her smiling ladybugs and tears sprung to her eyes.

“It will only do what I want it to do. You trust your mommy, don’t you baby girl?” Wendy was standing behind the high chair, stroking Aimee’s hair gently on the top of her head. She was actually feeling a little weak in the knees from the fear that was radiating from the Little. She placed a hand on the girl’s chest to feel her heartbeat, lowering her face down to the girl’s hair and inhaling deeply. The flavor was so rich, so thick… so delicious. The syringe was just a little saline… it would have no effect at all. This feeling was the whole reason it was there.

“I trust you, mommy,” Aimee’s voice was quivering, tears were spilling down her cheeks. “I trust you, I love you… you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I wouldn’t hurt you unless you deserved it,” Wendy corrected with a smile. “You deserved that spanking, didn’t you? You had an accident instead of asking. Tell me you deserved it.”

“I deserved it, mommy. I did it on purpose, I’m sorry. I needed to be punished,” Aimee rambled as Wendy’s hand slowly reached for the syringe. “Please don’t mommy! Please!”

“You don’t want your medicine, little girl?”

“No mommy, no no, please don’t… I’m afraid of the medicine!” Aimee tried desperately to pull away as the needle rested in the crook of her elbow. The metal was cold and the point was sharp, but she couldn’t move an inch. She was helpless before Wendy. “Please don’t!”

“Tell me how much you love me, baby girl,” Wendy purred.

“I love you so much, mommy… I love you more than anything,” Aimee was near hysterics as the point of the syringe dug slightly into her arm. The needle hadn’t pierced the skin yet, but the pressure was there… and painful,

“I will do anything for you mommy, anything!”

“You’re such a good girl, Aimee,” Wendy withdrew the syringe, causing relief to wash over Aimee along with the good feelings from the regulator. She felt light-headed. “Okay, we can skip your medicine today.” Wendy’s breath was short too, but Aimee couldn’t sense that. She kissed the Little on top of the head and left her there, bound and immobile, wetting herself in fear, alone in the kitchen.
Wendy’s footsteps were sharp on the floor as she walked away. She had her own sexual needs to take care of for the moment.

Carol stepped off the elevator on the third floor, simultaneously hopeful and terrified as she walked to Alex’s desk. Alex didn’t look so good, his skin had a greyish hue, like he was sick.

“Alex, are you okay?” she asked, feeling shaky. The day with Fiona had not been easy, tensions were high and her boss had been quick to snap at her, something she wasn’t used to with Fiona.

“Carol,” he said simply, grabbing his laptop and her hand, heading for a conference room. He closed the door behind them and drew the shades shut. He sat the laptop down on the table and started playing a video… a Little, face down, being spanked brutally by a machine. Her sobs and wails tore Carol’s heart in two, the swats weren’t even landing on the cushion of the thick diaper the girl was wearing - the machine was aiming deliberately for the poor Little’s thighs. All the while, the poor dear was clutching a stuffed puppy with bound hands. It wasn’t until the Little looked up that Carol lost her balance and staggered backward, Aimee’s eyes looking straight at her, accusing her of letting this happen.

“What… where is she?” Carol had a hand to her chest, tears streaming down her face.

“You need to call the cops, Carol. Your friend is in trouble. She got picked up outside her apartment by this lady, I found some traffic cam data and followed her car to her home,” he pointed as the camera followed Wendy and Aimee as they settled down into the chair. Aimee held up the paddle she was just brutalized with and begged for someone to buy it. “This lady is a pro, she runs a show… she breaks Littles. I… I had to look through her archives, Aimee isn’t her first. Some of them last months, some of them only last days… the people who watch this are sick, Carol. That paddle sold for over a thousand dollars.”

“I need that video and whatever data you have on her, Alex,” Carol said grimly, “I have to save my baby.”

"Y… your… " Alex stammered as Carol stepped forward and held her phone out. Alex took it and gestured at his computer, giving her what she requested, "I didn’t know you… "

“Well,” Carol blushed, "I hadn’t asked her yet… but… "

“Call the cops, Carol. Take this lady down.”

“Thanks Alex. I’ll take you to dinner as soon as all of this is resolved.”

“I look forward to hearing the happy news. Really. Good luck.”

Fiona scowled at the traffic on the drive home. The day had been awful, Carol had been touchy and irritable all day. Fiona was very disappointed that her assistant couldn’t separate work life from personal life the way a successful person needed to. She had come to count on Carol, today had been a blow to that confidence.

By the time she got home, she was tired. Too tired to go search the streets, she settled down in front of the computer in her room and started searching online. Checking all the usual spots, police records, hospital intake. Nothing new. She had to wait until tomorrow before the police would do anything to help her. She had to find Aimee… she needed her friend to be okay.

Fiona ordered a pizza and sat down on the couch with a beer, looking longingly at the empty cushion next to her… Aimee’s spot. Everything felt hopeless and awful.

Her phone rang in her hand, and for a moment her heart leapt… but it was Marc, not Aimee. She muted the ring and set the phone down, waiting for pizza or oblivion, whichever came first. She didn’t have the energy to explain that Aimee was gone yet again, refused to bear the responsibility for Aimee walking out, refused to listen to the accusations of another Amazon yet again. She resented them all for putting this on her. Aimee was an adult no matter what they said.

The rest of the afternoon with Wendy was a rollercoaster, they went back to coloring for a bit, though it was harder while having to keep Puppyface from getting upset. Wendy spent a lot of time cuddling her and snuggling her when the cameras weren’t looking. She heard lots of “good girl” phrases and the regulator gave her lots of warm tingles. Her diaper was starting to get heavy by the time dinner was ready and she was hungry… but she found herself back in the wicked high chair, back to being bound wrist and ankle, waist and head. She couldn’t look around, she had no idea if Wendy was going to bring out the syringe again, which filled her with a low-grade dread. Dinner was macaroni and cheese with hot dogs cut up in it… Aimee would have clapped with joy at the meal, simple as it was it gave her a childlike glee, but her hands were restrained. She couldn’t even bounce. She opened her mouth and said ‘Aaa’, waiting patiently for Wendy to feed her.

This isn’t so bad, right? I just have to put on a little show for the cameras, Wendy would never really hurt me. When the cameras are off, she’s back to the wonderful woman who saved me… I can be happy here. It’s just another unpleasant job, after all. I’ve been doing those forever.

She didn’t have to manipulate a fork, she didn’t have to aim for her mouth, she didn’t have to do anything, so her mind wandered as Wendy fed her… and it was really nice. Her diaper was starting to feel very heavy, she had lost count of the number of times she had wet. She hoped Wendy wouldn’t notice that many of them had been without asking… a few of them had been. Wendy had told her she would only get changed if she begged for it, but the diaper had to be full. On the one hand, she would certainly change her for the night… on the other hand, those three-day guarantee diapers said she might not. Her audience wanted to buy spanking paddles and see her cry and squirm… I can live with that, she said to herself as she chewed on another bite of delicious food. This can still be my happily ever after.

Wendy was confused by the feelings she was getting from Aimee… she had done this to many Littles over the course of years, Aimee was reacting differently than she expected. She wasn’t despairing, she wasn’t fighting. Littles are supposed to fight and try to escape, the fact that Aimee wasn’t fighting or complaining at all was extremely puzzling. The fear was still there, but it was giving way to something else… not pleasure, not joy, not happiness… it was something Wendy couldn’t put her finger on. It was like encountering something you had never smelled before, there was no reference to identify it with.

“Mommy,” Aimee said as she finished another bite, “I love you.”

“I… I love you too, Aimee,” Wendy replied, finding herself very confused by the feelings, “You’re a good girl.” Do I love her? I’ve told a lot of Littles that to get them into the nursery… Aimee is different, there’s something different about her, something I can’t figure out. What is this puzzle? Wendy ate her own creamy chicken dish between feeding bites of mac and cheese to Aimee. The Little looked genuinely contented by the meal. This new flavor was… pleasant. It was a positive emotion, not a negative one. It wasn’t as delightful as fear, but it was solid, tasty…

“Mommy, my diaper is very wet. Do you think my fans will want to see me in one of the black ones?”

Wendy just stared at the Little, dumbfounded. Every Little hated being on camera, hated the vulnerability and humiliation. They feared going back to the nursery, they begged and pleaded any time Wendy carried them near the door, their tiny hearts quaking. Am I losing her fear already? Wendy panicked a bit herself, it was far too early for Aimee to be ruined, they had just started!

“Are you asking to be put in a punishment diaper, sweetie?”

“If you think the fans will like it, mommy. Making the fans happy makes you happy, right? Did… did they like the paddle?”

“They really did, sweetheart. We get to deliver the paddle to the buyer tomorrow, it’ll be a fun day. You get to play with some other Littles at a daycare while I conduct the transaction. Have you ever gotten to play with other Adopted Littles?”

“Only once… it was fun, though I made one of them cry on accident.”

“Well, I hope you have lots of fun tomorrow. Yes, I think your fans would love to see you in a punishment diaper… you aren’t scared of that?”

“I am, but I know you love me so it’s okay. Being scared makes the fans happy, doesn’t it? And that makes you happy… so I think it’ll be okay to be a little scared.”
Wendy was disturbed by the direction things were going. She needed that fear to be real, and intense. She couldn’t terrorize her now though - if she turned into a monster in Aimee’s eyes now, she might break like Phillip had… but accepting everything would ruin the flavor. The Amazon sat puzzled, in a rare moment of nervousness, not quite sure how to proceed. She’d stick to the original plan, just try to make the nursery as scary as possible.

“Well, we can’t put on another show just yet, we need to have the fans begging for you to come back before we give it to them. Why don’t you entertain me for a bit, Little one?”

“Um, okay… I can’t do much where I am though, mommy.”

“Sure you can,” Wendy grinned a wicked grin, “Repeat after me… I am a good girl.”

The rush started again, Aimee was repeating the words almost in unison with Wendy.

“I am a good girl. I love my mommy. I love my diapers. I need my diapers. I love to wet my diapers. I’m too little to use a toilet,” Aimee was straining against the bonds, her nethers burning with desire as wave after wave of pleasure rushed over her again. The next phrase tripped her up, however. “I am a bad, bad girl who needs to be punished.” The shock was intense, the pain shooting through her body. She was terrified that the next phrase would be another pain trigger, but very excited to continue. “My mommy loves me.” Pleasure again. “My mommy loves to punish me.” Pleasure and pain all mixed together. She kept repeating, never hesitating no matter what words Wendy fed her.

This continued for longer than Aimee had any idea, she was lost in the feelings, screaming at the pain and the pleasure in equal volumes, tugging at the bonds, trying desperately to whip her head from side to side, all the while Wendy watched… loving it. Aimee was full of fear, full of pleasure, and full of that new sensation… it was almost overwhelming.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Helen sat alone in her apartment, eating cold pizza. She just didn’t have the energy to cook herself a real meal tonight… again. She had ordered the pizza yesterday and never bothered putting the box in the fridge. She laid on her couch in the dark apartment, the glow from the TV the only light source. The news man was rambling about the pet craze in Catalon, some talking head was saying that sort of thing would never be legal in Gaule. Helen didn’t even hear any of it.

Aimee never came in today,
Helen brooded, She never called… she’s not answering her phone. Did her business friend adopt her? If anyone was going to, that would be the person.

Helen pictured that cold business lady holding Little Aimee, dressed in a frilly princess dress with a bonnet and a thick diaper peeking out.

She won’t love her like I would.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing phone - it was Emma. She swallowed the bite and answered.

"Emma, hi… "

“Helen, where are you? It’s Friday night, we were supposed to go out. Did that girl say yes?” Emma’s voice was cheerful. She was a sweetheart, they’d been friends for a couple of years now. Emma was a tiny thing by Amazon standards, a few inches shorter and she’d be considered a Mid - a rare thing on Gaule. They had met on a bowling team that Helen had joined on a lark and had hit it off immediately. Emma only came up to Helen’s shoulders, so they were an odd pair together… but they complimented each other quite nicely. Emma was a girly-girl, all skirts and makeup, and straight as an arrow. She was dating a man named Ethan, they’d been getting pretty serious over the last few months. Helen liked Ethan, he was a nice guy.

"No… " Helen started.

“You didn’t ask her, did you! Helen! Do I have to go to your store and ask her for you? I will and you know it,” Emma’s tiny voice sounded so fierce, Helen couldn’t help but laugh.

“She didn’t come to work today, Emma. I’m actually really worried about her. She didn’t call in, she just didn’t show up.” Worried didn’t begin to describe it, Helen was beyond worried, she was worried sick.

“Then let’s go to her house and check on her. Ethan and I will come and get you. You have to come out with us tonight, Helen! You promised!”
Helen winced, it was true. She had promised. Emma had raked her over the coals until she spilled about Aimee, and she had gushed her feelings all over her friend. Emma had hugged her and held her hands while she rambled on and on about how wonderful and brave Aimee was. They had made plans tonight to finally force Helen into asking the Little out.

“I can’t, Emma - I’m her boss. I can’t just show up at her house and ask her out on a date, it’s sexual harassment.”

“So they’ll make you do a sensitivity training thing if it blows up on us! It’s not like you’re going to kidnap her, we’re just going to go out to that new gourmet pizza place! Come on. I’ll even knock on the door, you can wait in the car.”

"Well… " Helen looked at the cold pizza crust on the coffee table, and decided to keep her current eating habits to herself.

“You have her address memorized, don’t you?”

“I didn’t memorize it, I just… know it because I had to look at her record file today to call her and ask if she was coming in,” Helen lied, she had looked at Aimee’s file two dozen times over the past couple of days.

“Okay, Ethan and I will pick you up in 20 minutes, we’ll go ask your Little girlfriend if she’s okay, and then take her out for yummy pizza and we’ll all be happy!”

"Emma wait, I didn’t- " Helen sighed as her friend hung up on her, knowing full well she did it on purpose to keep her from backing out. Emma knew her too well. She was a sweetheart, always pushing Helen to expand her horizons and come out of her shell a bit. Their time together was always fun and emotionally rewarding, and Helen really felt like Emma was leading her to being a better person. She was the sweetest person Helen knew. With a groan, she lifted herself from the couch and started changing out of her work clothes. Emma wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer and 20 minutes wasn’t much time.

Helen was silently panicking in the passenger seat of Ethan’s car. Ethan was a very nice guy, but Helen still didn’t know him all that well and she wasn’t great with unfamiliar people in social situations where she wasn’t in charge.

“Okay, so tell us again about Aimee,” Emma’s bubbly voice came from the back seat. She always gave up the front seat to her much taller friend so she’d be comfortable. Ethan smiled over at Helen, his tinted glasses hiding his eyes a bit. Ethan had slicked-sideways sandy blond hair and a full sandy mustache and beard that extended quite a way past his chin. His smile was full of pearly white teeth… and it was infectious. Helen found herself smiling too. He was in green flannel tonight and tight jeans… Helen felt a little silly seeing as she was wearing a similar outfit, but with blue flannel and baggy jeans. She didn’t exactly feel ladylike next to Ethan.

“I already told you twice,” Helen blushed, looking out the window away from both of them.

"I know, but I like hearing it! Come on… so she’s a brunette Mid… " Emma teased.

“She’s not and you know it,” Helen snapped at her friend playfully. She craned her neck to look at Emma, who was practically goth tonight. Her black hair was up in pigtails with purple scrunchies, she wore a tight black crop-top with a cartoonish skull on it, a knee-length black skirt with lace fringe on it, black fishnets, and ridiculous platform shoes, which she was knocking together. Emma liked to push boundaries with her fashion choices, often picking things that made Amazon mothering instincts kick in. Ethan encouraged it… Helen often wondered if he wished he were dating a Little. “Aimee has blonde ringlets like a doll, and blue eyes… but what’s special about her is her smile. She’s so sweet and fragile… I just want to hold her forever and never let her go!”

Helen blushed in response to Emma’s tinkling giggle, the tiny Amazon clapped.

“Let’s go get your girlfriend! Tonight is going to be great!”

Helen wasn’t so sure about that, but Emma wasn’t going to let her give up just yet. The car’s computer guided them to Aimee’s apartment building and Emma climbed out, leaning into Helen’s window a bit.

“I’ll be right back, don’t make out with Ethan while I’m gone please,” she teased, making Helen blush once more. “I’ll come back with your Little girlfriend and we’ll all go for yummy pizza. I heard the alfredo sauce they use is to die for!”

“Sorry she keeps teasing you,” Ethan’s soft bass voice came from her left, “She really likes you and she’s been worried about you. We’re both really happy that you have someone you’re interested in. You’re a really nice person, Helen… you deserve some happiness.”

"Yeah… but what if Aimee’s business friend has already adopted her? What if Emma knocks on the door and that woman is holding Aimee in her arms, diapered and swaddled and happy… "

“From what you said, you’re not even sure that’s what she wants, right?”

“Yeah,” Helen frowned, looking to Ethan, "I’m just scared. I should have told her how I feel about her already, and I’m really worried that I didn’t hear anything at all from her today. I’m just afraid she’s not okay… "

“Yeah?” Fiona answered the door, a slice of pizza in her left hand, looking disheveled in her sweats and a t-shirt.

"Um… " the small Amazon girl at her door stammered, Aimee figured she was in her late teens, “Is Aimee home?”

“Who are you,” Fiona demanded, her eyes narrowing, “What do you know about Aimee?”

“Um, I… Wow, you’re scary,” the girl took a step back, "I’m friends with Helen… Aimee’s friend from work… and we were hoping she could come out to dinner with us? I heard she wasn’t at work today, so… "

“If you are fucking with me,” Fiona growled, “I will end you, do you understand me?”

“What?” Emma panicked a bit, taking another step back, “Did I get the wrong apartment? I’m so sorry! Helen said this was the one… please, I’m sorry.”

“Where is Aimee?” Fiona demanded, stepping forward, “She goes missing last night and you show up here out of the blue, taunting me about it? Where is she, you little bitch?”

“Whoa! Wait! I didn’t know she was missing, Helen was really worried about her,” Emma felt tears welling up in her eyes, she was terrified of Fiona, “Please don’t hurt me.” She found her back against the hallway wall and she slid to the ground, “I didn’t do anything, I swear! I just wanted to meet her!”

"I’m… " Fiona snapped out of it as the girl started crying, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Aimee is my best friend,” she offers a hand to the girl, helping her up, “She… left last night and didn’t come back. I don’t know where she is and I’m really worried. I’m really sorry I scared you.”

“It’s… it’s okay, but I’m going to go now, all right? I’m really sorry I bothered you. I’m really sorry to hear your friend is missing,” Emma kept talking as she walked quickly down the hall, “Good luck, I hope you find her.”
Fiona sighed, feeling rotten about scaring the girl… she walked back into the apartment. Dammit Aimee, she thought to herself as she sank to the floor as soon as the door was closed, where are you?
Emma walked as quickly as she could back to the car, struggling against herself to keep from running flat out. She wiped her tears away as she hurried. She wanted to be back safe with Ethan and Helen, who wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

“What’s wrong?” Helen asked, leaning out the window as she saw Emma practically running back to the car.

“Go!” Emma yelled as she slammed the back door behind her, “Go go go! Aimee’s roommate is crazy!”

“What?” Ethan put the car in gear and took off, pulling out of the apartment complex parking lot, “Are you okay? What happened?”

“She attacked me!” Emma was freaking out, her dark makeup was running down her face from the tears, “Helen, I’m so sorry… she doesn’t know where Aimee is. Aimee left the apartment last night and never came back. Her roommate thought I took her and came back to taunt her. She is really scary!”

Helen couldn’t imagine the business lady that drove Aimee to work ever attacking anyone, she was really torn between asking Ethan to take her back there so she could talk to the woman, or comforting Emma.

“Are you okay?” Helen asked, turning around in the passenger seat as best she could to face her friend. “Did she hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” Emma sighed, sinking into the back seat, “She just really scared me. She’s intense, Helen.”

“Ethan, I hate to be a pain, but can you take me back there? I should talk to her roommate… I need to find out everything I can.”

“What? I don’t want to go back there, Helen - that lady is crazy.”

“You guys don’t have to wait for me, but I really should talk to her. I won’t be able to relax tonight if I don’t.”

“Sure then, Helen. And we’ll wait for you, won’t we Emmy? We’ll just sit in the car and wait for Helen to get back, then we’ll go to dinner.”

“Fine, you’re right. I’m just being a scaredy-cat. Sorry Helen.”

Fiona groaned as another knock came at the door. She hadn’t picked herself up off the ground all that long ago. She pulled herself up from the face-down position she collapsed into on the couch and shambled to the door.

“What,” she said flatly, half-expecting that girl to be back. She slowly looked upward at the towering Amazon on the other side of the door, “You’re Aimee’s boss.” It wasn’t a question, it was a flat statement by someone whose brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders.

“Yeah,” Helen rubbed the back of her neck with her right hand, looking awkwardly past Fiona, “I’m Helen. I’d like to think I’m Aimee’s friend. I came by because… well, I’m worried about her.”

“That’s some quality management,” Fiona said sarcastically, “I don’t think I’d go visiting my employees’ homes after missing a day of work. Unfortunately, I don’t know where she is. I’m worried about her too.”

“What happened? When did you see her last? She told me on Wednesday that she needed to help you with something… and that’s the last I heard from her.”

“Well,” Fiona frowned up at the large unattractive woman, “She did help me… but we didn’t see eye to eye on the favor when it was done. We got in a fight and she left last night. She didn’t come home… I don’t know where she is. She hasn’t been arrested, she’s not in any of the hospitals, and there haven’t been any illegal adoption attempts on her. She can’t leave the country because her license is here with me.”

“She doesn’t have her license?” Helen asked worriedly, “Oh no… I hope she’s okay.”

“No one can adopt her without her consent, if anyone tries, all it will take is one stop by a cop and they’ll see she’s licensed and she’ll be back home.”

“If an officer has reason to stop whoever has her,” Helen corrected, “She… she could be held against her will somewhere.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Fiona snapped, “It’s all I’ve been thinking about for twenty-four hours. Ugh, Aimee is a hassle even when she’s missing!”

“Well,” Helen frowned, deciding that she really wanted to get away from this woman now, “If you hear from her… please let me know that she’s safe. She has my number. I’m… really worried about her. Aimee is a very special Little, I consider her a good friend.”

“Yeah. Sure,” Fiona grumbled, “I’ll make sure she calls you. If she contacts you first… let me know, okay?”

"Okay… " Helen turned and started walking, Fiona simply closed the door without a goodbye. Why would she contact her boss before her best friend, she wondered, What in the world happened between them?

Chapter Twenty-Four

The night in the nursery alone was terrifying. Wendy had told her that nighttime had rules, but she refused to say what they were… only that she wouldn’t like the result if she broke them. She had started up a mobile above the crib and secured Aimee’s ankles but not her hands. The mobile spun above her as she clutched Puppyface tightly, scared to move as soft sheep danced on strings above her head.

“I’m a good girl. I love my diapers. I love my mommy. I need my diapers,” Aimee tried to remember the order Wendy had given her the phrases in, the regulator giving her wave after wave of pleasure. She continued her chant as she rubbed herself through the diaper, alone in the dark room. As she wet the fresh, thick nighttime diaper, the regulator rewarded her with an incredible intensity. Apparently wetting herself while doing her chant was a good thing. She moaned and writhed, it was all the sweeter with her ankles bound. The fear kicked in when Puppyface started barking as she climaxed a second time, snapping her instantly out of her reverie and causing her to break into a sweat as she waited for the pain to follow… but it didn’t. She soothed the puppy to silence but still held it close.

As her heartrate started decreasing after the scare, she focused on the soft music from the sheep overhead… but as she listened closely she could hear a rhythmic sound. The music grew softer and the sound grew louder as she listened to the mobile play an audio recording of her own spanking from this morning back to her. She listened to herself cry out in pain, begging for it to stop. Aimee covered her ears, curling up in a ball under her blankets… as best she could with her ankles bound. The sounds of the beating stopped abruptly, the soft music returning to its former volume. Aimee panted as she looked around the room through the bars of her crib. It was easy to forget the seriousness of the situation with the regulator giving her all of those amazing feelings. Wendy had tricked her into this, she was a captive…

No, that’s a lie,
she told herself. You threw yourself at her before you knew anything about her. You didn’t know her job, her history… all you knew was that she made you feel good when you were hurting.

A shock ripped through her body and she cried out, she hadn’t even realized that she had let go of Puppyface while she was hiding from the mobile. She grabbed him quickly and held him close.

Am I even going to be able to sleep tonight?
she wondered, Will Puppyface shock me if I let go of him in my sleep?

She started her chant again, but was interrupted by the mobile playing another clip… but this one wasn’t her. It was a Little boy… screaming…

“Please,” the sheep screamed above her, “Please no more mommy, please no more… I didn’t want this… I didn’t want this… I just didn’t want to work any more, I wanted it easy… I didn’t want this… NO! No! No please! Oww… Let me go! I want to go home! NO!” the rest was just wordless screams, until the music came back.

Aimee’s fingers were dug deeply into Puppyface, she reached up and felt a wetness on her cheeks. Which Wendy was real? The Wendy that cuddled her and fed her and colored with her, or the Wendy that ran the cam show, torturing Littles while awful Amazons watched at home? What did the Little boy do to be punished that way? Had Wendy tricked him too?

I wasn’t tricked,
she told herself again, I wasn’t tricked… I brought this on myself. I’ll figure a way to deal with it myself.

In her room, Wendy lay in her comfy bed, listening to Aimee’s breath quiver and pant over the baby monitor, repeating her chant over and over. She was getting the best of both worlds with Aimee… all the joy and pleasure, the guilty desires and the pent-up feelings, and then there was the fear.

Oh, Aimee’s fear is so sweet,
Wendy thought to herself as she slid a hand beneath the covers, the waves of fear washing right through the walls of her home, making her tingle all over, She’s more perfect than I ever could have hoped.

Wendy drifted into a soft slumber after a while, a wide and wicked smile on her face as she imagined all the things she was going to do to Little Aimee… and all the yummy feelings that would bring.

“Good morning, sleepy princess,” Wendy said cheerfully as Aimee regained consciousness. Her ankles were being held up in the air, she awoke in the middle of a diaper change. “Say good morning to all your fans, Aimee darling.”

“Good morning, everyone,” she squeaked, covering her face… and then frantically searching for Puppyface, “Where’s Puppyface?”

“You get to pick a new friend today,” Wendy smiled, snapping a new onesie closed over the fresh, thick, soft, and wonderful nighttime diaper Aimee now found herself in. The onesie read ‘Punish Me’ with a black pacifier on one side and a paddle on the other. Wendy put Aimee on the floor, down in a crawling position, “Time to crawl over to the stuffie pile and find your friend for today. I wonder what today’s friend will be?”

“No!” Aimee sat down on her rump and crossed her arms over her chest, turning her back to Wendy.

"Wha… " Wendy was flabbergasted. Waves of fear were pouring from Aimee, she was terrified… but she wasn’t complying, “What did you say, Little girl?” Wendy growled, regaining her composure.

“No! I don’t wanna!” Aimee flopped down on the ground and kicked her feet, slamming her fists on the floor, “No no no no no!” Aimee screamed, she was scared… but trying not to laugh at the same time, throwing a tantrum felt ridiculous. “Puppyface!” she screamed, nearly saying ‘I want’ first, remembering at the last moment what would happen if she did that. “No new friend! No!” She screamed and flailed, giving her tantrum every bit of her.

“Bad girl,” Wendy snarled, sending a shock through Aimee’s body, “Such bad behavior. Bad girl! You need punishment already?”

“Only,” Aimee panted, “Only if my fans decide the punishment.” Her pulse raced as she rolled the dice.
Wendy was completely taken aback. She’d been breaking Littles for years, no Little had thrown a tantrum like this, been purposefully bratty and then demanded the viewers decide their fate… her fear was genuine, she was terrified at what might come next… but that other flavor was still there, mixing and mingling with the fear… Wendy still didn’t have a name for that scent, that taste… whatever it was. Aimee had something the other Littles never had.

“If that’s the way you want it,” she recovered, “Let’s let your fans decide, while you have a bottle. Whatever punishment they pick, I’m sure they’ll want you to have a full, full bladder when it starts.”

Wendy stepped out of the room, locking the door behind her.

“I’m a good girl,” she started her chant, staring at the camera as she started rubbing herself, “I love my diapers, I love my mommy. My fans are going to take good care of me, right? I need my diapers, I’ll be in diapers forever and ever and ever.” Aimee laid back, making sure her crotch was pointed at the camera as she rubbed furiously, releasing her bladder at the same time. The wave rolled over her and carried her over the edge, she moaned in ecstasy, barely recovering in time for the door to open. She crossed her hands over her chest and resumed her angry pout.

Wendy pushed the nipple of the bottle between the Little’s lips and manuevered her hands to hold it before turning to the camera.

“Well friends, our Little Aimee is having a rough start this morning, what a naughty girl. She must not have gotten enough punishment yesterday or she wouldn’t be so bratty today. So how should we punish her? You all know how to vote. You have until she finishes her bottle. My vote is for having Little Aimee walk across the playroom in her new shoes,” she held up the spiked mary janes to the camera, showing the wicked needles, “and we won’t take them off until she picks her new friend. What do you think?”

Aimee shuddered as she drank the juice from the bottle, imagining those awful spikes stabbing into her feet as she walked. She hoped the little show she gave her fans would buy her a reprieve. This whole gamble was an attempt to endear herself to the fans, and thus get Wendy to go a little easier on her while the cameras were on… but by the suggested punishment, the idea might be backfiring. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might burst… which was making Wendy feel giddy and lightheaded.

Wendy watched the Little drain the bottle, she wasn’t stalling… she was chugging along. The Amazon had expected to need to prod the girl along, giving little threats and punishments until the bottle was empty… but Aimee was showing no fear, even though she was feeling a great deal of it. When the bottle was almost done, she walked to the door and turned to the cameras with a smile.

“Time to find out what your punishment is, princess,” she said with a mocking sweetness, locking the door behind her once more.

She walked into the workroom, sitting down at the computer… and she almost fell out of her chair.

$8,534 - Straightjacket and hump the big stuffed bear until she cums
$3,167 - Spike shoes walk
$1,902 - Make her chant her pain trigger phrase
$593 - Spank until she bleeds

The fans were arguing with each other fiercely, but the vast majority wanted Aimee to be bound and pleasured rather than punished. Wendy was beside herself with surprise… and glee at the amount.
This girl is a gold mine, she thought to herself, They love her. She’s more popular than any Little I’ve ever had!

Wendy had assumed the ridiculous amount that Aimee’s paddle had gone for yesterday was a fluke, but no… the audience really liked her. What’s more, they wanted to see her moan even more than they wanted to see her scream… which was another first.

She took a moment to gather herself before going back to the nursery.

“Well,” she said, announcing herself to the fearful Little, who was trembling and wondering what hole she had dug for herself. “Time for your punishment, you naughty girl.”

The regulator gave her tingles instead of pain… naughty was a good thing. Aimee fought the urge to grin… which didn’t last long, as Wendy pulled a wicked looking black garment from the closet. It had belts and buckles all over it. Aimee didn’t fight as Wendy wrestled her into it, it fit a lot like a onesie… but the sleeves were very, very long. As her arms were drawn around her, she panicked a bit, realizing what the garment was. A wide strap was fed between her legs, pulling her wet diaper tighter against her. She was all bound together… and then Wendy took her sight with a heavy black blindfold.

“Are you ready for your punishment, or do you want to throw another tantrum?”

“I’m sorry mommy, I’m sorry everyone,” the girl was panicking, twisting her head this way and that, unable to see anything at all, “I’m so sorry. I was a naughty girl. Please don’t punish me!”

“Too late for that, dear. Tantrums must be punished. We can’t let Littles think they have a choice in anything, can we? Do Littles deserve a choice, Aimee?”

“No mommy,” her cheeks burned, “Littles need Amazons to tell them what to do. Littles belong in diapers, we’re just babies.”

“So you should be punished for being a naughty girl?”

“Yes mommy, I was so naughty. I’m sorry, please… please punish me. Show me how to be good.”

Aimee felt herself being lifted in the blackness, carried somewhere. She wiggled and writhed, but she could barely move at all. She felt herself being turned face down, and placed on something… soft?

“Okay, naughty girl. Time for you to repeat after me. I’m a naughty girl, I deserve my diapers.”

“I’m a naughty girl, I deserve my diapers, I deserve to be locked in my diapers. I need my diapers. I love my diapers,” Aimee was already moaning, grinding against the bear while Wendy moved the camera in nice and close, “I can’t be trusted, I’m just a Little. I need to be controlled. I need to be punished. I need my mommy. Littles need a mommy or daddy. Littles need diapers.”

The world exploded over and over in color and joy as Aimee betrayed Littles everywhere, telling her Amazon audience how much Littles needed to be babied, how they all secretly wanted it.

How they all secretly wanted to be her.

There were some Littles watching who did.

Chapter Twenty-Five

“That was a cute trick,” Wendy admitted to her Little as the car drove down the highway, “Throwing a tantrum and getting the audience to punish you. Very risky, very bold. They loved it.”

“Thanks, mommy!” Aimee beamed, “I think I like my job.” Aimee kicked her feet happily in the carseat, glad to be back in shortalls. Shortalls were very comforting, for some reason.

“You do know that if they had voted for the shoes, I would not have hesitated to make you stab holes in your little feet and bleed all over your nursery, right cuteness?” Wendy’s voice was not playful, not joyful, but not cruel either… it just was. Her tone was as even as if she were asking Aimee if the sun was bright today or if the carseat was comfortable. Wendy savored the taste of fear that spilled from the girl.

“Yes, mommy. We have to give the fans what they want. Did my performance make you happy, mommy? Do I make you happy?”

“Yes, cupcake,” Wendy answered smoothly, though she was confused by the question. Does the girl think that my being happy will get her out of punishments? Do I need to punish her anyway just to prove the point? “You make your mommy very happy. Now, if anyone asks today at the daycare, I bought you two weeks ago in Catalon, and you’re very happy to be in Gaule. They were going to make you a bunny in Catalon and I saved you, okay?”

“Yes mommy, thank you for saving me from being a bunny, I like it here with you much better,” Aimee agreed.
She recognized the building as they pulled into the parking lot, however. Should I say something? she wondered, Or should I try to escape? Do I even want to escape? She smiled at the memory of this morning, the fans had rewarded her boldness. She had the most glorious orgasm as her punishment for the tantrum, her gamble had paid off in a big way.

"Ms. Olivier, so good to… " the balding man that worked the front desk of Osmium stopped mid-sentence as he saw Aimee.

“Francis,” Wendy smiled, “I need to register my new acquisition. This is Aimee, I bought her in Catalon two weeks ago.”

“I see,” Francis regained his composure and typed away at his computer for a moment.

“Mommy saved me, they were going to make me into a bunny in Catalon,” Aimee lied, knowing that Francis had certainly recognized her. “Isn’t my mommy the best?”

“She is certainly a distinguished guest here, it’s good to meet her newest Little.”

“I’ll be leaving Aimee in the daycare, I have to meet up with another member. Wave to Francis, Aimee,” Wendy said as she strode into the club like she had been there a thousand times before. The familiar door to the Osmium Littles playroom opened… but the fairy forest was gone. Everything looked like the inside of a castle, with a long formal dining room table at the end of the room. The walls were a faux stone, the beautiful mural was gone. Even the carpet had been removed, replaced with smooth black and white tiles, like a giant chessboard. There were inflatable ogres standing in the middle of the room near a basket of balls, and the Littles were all wearing dark robes. Aimee was terribly confused, she hadn’t expected this at all.

“Welcome to Hogwart’s,” Tracy announced, she was dressed in a long, dark green dress and a ridiculous pointed hat and was waving a stick around, "I am Professor Tracy… " she stopped cold. "Ms. Olivier! I haven’t seen you in quite a while… and you have a new Little… "

“Yes, this is Aimee. I rescued her from Catalon two weeks ago, she’s still acclimating to Gaule. Aimee, say hi to… Professor Tracy.”

“Hi,” Aimee waved, blushing. Tracy bit her tongue as Wendy sat the Little down.

“I won’t be terribly long, just after lunch at the latest. Feed her if I haven’t gotten back before lunchtime.” Wendy was gone before Tracy could even respond.

“Aimee!” Celeste ran over to her, a dark blue and grey scarf flapping behind her. “Professor Tracy, Aimee is a Hufflepuff. Can you help her get dressed?”

Caitlyn wandered over, and Aimee’s pulse started hammering immediately. Caitlyn was wearing a red and yellow scarf with her her robes. Aimee stuttered a greeting, but was interrupted by a black robe being dropped over her outfit and yellow-and-black scarf tied around her neck.

“We’re just like the Littles in the books now! Isn’t that great? This is more fun than fairy princesses, don’t you think, Aimee? I’ll go pick a wand for you,” and before Aimee could reply, Celeste was off.

“Why did the Torturer bring you in today, Aimee?” Caitlyn asked in a low tone as Tracy wandered off to console Andy, who was crying that he didn’t want to be in Slytherin, “Is your mommy friends with her?”

“What? What’s… that’s Wendy, she’s my new mommy,” Aimee answered, watching all of the blood drain from Caitlyn’s face, leaving the normally pale girl bone white.

“Oh no,” she whispered, her voice a quiet exclamation of horror, “Aimee… you have to escape!”

The regulator triggered at Caitlyn’s words, and the most intense pain yet coursed through Aimee, knocking her to her knees. She gritted her teeth and hissed, letting out a tiny cry.

“No, Aimee… she put a shocker in you!? We have to get it out!” The regulator fired again, sending fresh pain through her already screaming nerved. She collapsed to the ground, twitching and crying.

“Caitlyn, shh… shhh… I love my mommy, I love my diapers, I need my mommy, my mommy loves me,” she chanted. Caitlyn dropped to her knees and stroked Aimee’s hair.

“What’s going on over here?” Tracy asked as she strode back over, Andy finally calmed.

“Aimee’s mommy is hurting her!” Caitlyn cried up at Tracy, tears streaming down her face. This just angered the regulator, which punished Aimee severely, destroying her chant and tearing another cry from her lips.

“No! My mommy loves me,” she pleaded, "My mommy is the best, my mommy protects me, I need my mommy… " Aimee rambled, trying to calm the regulator down. Caitlyn couldn’t take it, she burst into tears, sobbing heavily.

“It’s not fair, we have to help her!” the beautiful girl cried, holding on tightly to her fallen friend. “Tracy… Tracy, there has to be something we can do! I don’t want to see Aimee hurt like Phillip!”

“Shh,” Tracy said, picking both girls up, one in each arm, “We’re not supposed to talk about that, remember? Ms. Olivier is very important and we’ll all get in a lot of trouble if she gets mad at us.”

“Celeste can help, right? She can kick the Torturer out!”

“I don’t think so sweetie… and don’t call her that, she’s Ms. Olivier to you and me, got it? Ms. Olivier is friends with Celeste’s daddy, we’d only get Celeste in trouble, and we’d get in trouble. Aimee, what happened to your other mommy?”

“Fiona wasn’t my mommy,” Aimee said sadly, “It was a lie, she just wanted to visit the club for business. I lied and said I was hers, but she never really wanted me,” Aimee bit back tears, “I ran away from our apartment… and my mommy Wendy found me hurting… she fixed my foot and took me home. She was so nice and wonderful… I asked her to adopt me.”

“No!” Caitlyn cried, “No! No! She’ll break your legs! Tracy, Tracy… no… we can’t let her break Aimee’s legs!”

“Ms. Olivier didn’t break Phillip’s legs, Caitlyn… that was an accident.”

“It wasn’t an accident! He had bruises all over him all the time! She’s a monster!”

“She’s not a monster,” Aimee defended her mommy, “She… she runs a TV show, where Littles are supposed to look scared. It’s all just a show. I’m on her show now and… I like it. I’m happy with her, she’s my mommy.”

"Aimee… " Caitlyn sobbed, "No… "

“Okay, Caitlyn, I think it’s time you laid down for a while. You’re just upsetting Aimee.”

“I’m not upset, Professor Tracy… I want to play with Caitlyn, please?” Aimee pleaded, she didn’t want to be separated from Caitlyn, it had felt so amazing when the girl had stroked her hair.

“I’m sorry, Caitlyn is too worked up,” Tracy said as she set Aimee back down, “She needs to go calm down. Don’t worry, she’s not in trouble.”

“Hey, Hufflepuffybutt,” Marie said smugly, walking over to Aimee as Caitlyn was carried off, “Did I hear right? You really belong to the Torturer?” Marie was wearing the same dark blue and grey scarf as Celeste.

“Don’t call her that, Marie. She’s my mommy and I love her,” her defense felt much more fierce now that it was Marie who was pushing.

“I brought you a wand!” Celeste came running back over with a smooth stick, pushing it into Aimee’s hands, “Look, they light up when you wave them!” She waved her wand around and the tip lit up blue, “Isn’t that fun?”

“Why are you being nice to her, Celeste? Don’t you remember how rude she was?” Marie sneered at Aimee, “You were going to have her low-class mommy kicked out, remember? She called you a bitch. And she’s in love with the Torturer. Has she spanked you already, Aimee? She has!” Marie laughed as Aimee turned red and looked down, “I bet you liked it, didn’t you? Show us your bruises, I wanna see. Celeste, don’t you want to see?”

"Marie… " Celeste sounded sad as she said her friend’s name.

“What? She’s not even Ravenclaw. I bet she hasn’t even read the books, she doesn’t want to play Harry Potter, I heard her say so.”

“Really?” Celeste looked at Aimee, hurt.

“I… I only saw one of the movies… but I didn’t say I didn’t want to play. I want to play!” Aimee waved her wand in the air, causing the tip to light up.

“Fine, let’s go play with the ogres. We have to escape from them!” Celeste seemed grumpy, but still willing to play… but the word ‘escape’ triggered the regulator again, and Aimee cried out, wincing in pain.

“Oh, you’re not allowed to escape are you?” Marie grinned as Aimee shrieked, “Your mommy doesn’t want you to think about escape, escape, escape!” Aimee collapsed again, holding her sides.

“Stop it, Marie!” Celeste yelled at Marie, turning on her with a glare.

“Oh, Celeste, I’m just playing. We’ve been friends forever, you wouldn’t pick this trash over me, right? Aimee doesn’t invite you over to play, after all. I’m going to go play with the ogres. You don’t want to be friends with her, Celeste… she’s either trash with her old mommy, or she won’t be around long with the new one. How long did Simone last after all? She was the best Little of the Torturer’s, and she didn’t even make it a year.”

“Stop calling Ms. Olivier that, my daddy doesn’t like that name,” Celeste frowned, though she looked like her mind had changed a bit from Marie’s speech. “Is Ms. Olivier really your mommy now, Aimee?”

“Yes,” Aimee admitted, not even bothering to stand up again. She sat on her diapered bottom, looking up at Celeste. She was used to Celeste looking down on her at this point, but usually with derision… this was pity. “She’s not like what everyone thinks. She’s only cruel for the camera, she’s a really sweet, nice person.”

“You’ve already been on camera?” Celeste asked in a hushed tone.

"Yeah… I… " Aimee blushed, “Don’t watch it, okay?” Aimee thought about Celeste watching her perform for the camera, the words that had come out of her mouth… and the wordless sounds. She felt tears spring to her eyes at the embarrassment.

“I’m going to watch it,” Marie laughed as she walked away, “Maybe I’ll throw a party and we can all watch it together. I bet it was a wonderful spanking. I bet you begged for it.”

“Do you love her?” Celeste asked Aimee, a sadness in her voice… a worry.

“I do. I really do. No one makes me feel as good as she does. No one has ever wanted me the way she wants me. I… I want to be wanted.”

“Be careful,” Celeste laid a gentle hand on Aimee’s shoulder as she spoke, “Ms. Olivier is… different. I don’t think any of her Littles loved her… not even Simone, and she was with her longer than any of them. Just… be careful.”


Re: It’s the Little Choices - Diaper Dimension - Chapters 21-25 (Updated 7/4)

You know you’re really in trouble when…

  • You can’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain.

  • You are being tortured, you know it, and you still manage to fall in love with the torturer.

  • You’re not in Stockholm, but…well, you know…

  • You find yourself in a perfect escape position and refuse to take it.

  • Celeste is worried about you.

Actually, I love what you are doing here. Stockholm Syndrome aside, the emotional dissonance of Aimee’s reactions is wonderfully rendered, and I love the way it is confusing the hell out of Wendy, who suddenly isn’t sure which way is up here. All along, in this story, there has been one thing that has been absolutely clear, and that has been that Aimee has had very powerful feelings and needs and is willing to do just about anything to satisfy them. Her sudden decision (as precipitous as it is) to ask Wendy to adopt her is indicative of these desires: as far as she knows, Wendy is the only Amazon to feel this way about her. Check that: she actually knows pretty much every Amazon other than the possibly “broken” Fiona feels that way about her: she’s utterly adorable and goes out of her way to make herself so, she gets comments all the time at the store, and she even had that bizarre experience that afternoon with Carol. What she hasn’t had is an Amazon who has pretty much told her she loves her and would like to care for her. (Damn you, Helen!) So in this light her adoption request is definitely in character, as is her internal struggle, dissonant though it appears, to continue to fulfill it despite what she discovers Wendy to be.

And what you’ve set up is fun: the possibility that Aimee could break Wendy as much as Wendy breaks Aimee. But from what Alex says, the things Wendy is doing may well indeed be illegal on Gaule, so my comments yesterday might be what would dissolve their legal adoption, at least if Aimee wishes it to be dissolved. And if Carol or Helen wants her, perhaps she would. (BTW: am I the only one who suspects that Carol might be every bit as bad for Aimee as Wendy?) Anyway, I do love the intelligence Aimee shows in the way she handles both Wendy and the “fans.” She is stuck in this situation, but intuitively manages to turn it to her advantage in ways no previous one of Wendy’s captives ever did. She may think she is letting her kind down, but in some way she is really showing them off well: often in these stories the point is made that Amazons are so much smarter than Littles. Aimee is showing here that this may not always be the case: despite her deep psychological needs and current confused and, let’s face it, seriously disadvantaged state, Aimee is able to manipulate a master manipulator.

Now, about the one major Amazon I have not yet mentioned: honestly, Fiona is becoming less and less a positive character as this piece goes on. She was always someone more self-involved than she should be, but because she and Aimee were lifelong friends and because Aimee loved her we as readers gave her a lot of credit at the start of the story. It was reasonable, after all, to want something different from a relationship than what the other party desired, akin to best friends here one of whom might experience an unrequited love for the other. But in the confined moment of this story she has shown herself to be so deeply focused on her own needs as to completely ignore her roommate’s. The tradeoff they arranged might have been nice if Fiona had been at all willing to throw herself into it, but she wasn’t: her half-hearted play-acting only fooled Aimee because Aimee wanted to be fooled. From the Amazon’s perspective, this was all about Fiona’s needs. Even in the office, which might have been a joy for both of them if Fiona had allowed herself to celebrate her friend’s aid in achieving her goal and give back what she by this time owed her, she expected Aimee to have “fun” simply by sitting quietly in a playpen. She even was irritated with her friend when she fell asleep there, though what else she was supposed to do without making any noise is a kind of mystery. And now Aimee is missing and Fiona is taking it out on the world–of course–because she does not want to acknowledge the truth that it is in fact her fault. No one expects her to suddenly become to perfect mommy to Aimee, but she has thus far not been much of a friend to her either. Oh, she’s made all of the phone calls, and she’s worried, but that is after the fact. She should never have let it get that far, but if it did, she should have chased Aimee out the door. Period.

So…once again, you’ve got me caring deeply about all of the fictional characters in your world, Kimmy.

Damn you. :slight_smile:

Re: It’s the Little Choices - Diaper Dimension - Chapters 21-25 (Updated 7/4)

I am deeply flattered at the amount of effort that went into your comment and analysis. You’re really feeling what I intended with each character, you’re really getting in their heads and seeing this strange world the same way I do.

I had a lot of fun writing this section of the story, it got surprisingly sexual - I never intended it to go quite that direction but I fell in love with the interactions between Wendy and Aimee. Aimee turned out to be much pervier than I initially imagined, and I’m really glad I rolled with it.

It was nice to add that sexual charge that I’ve enjoyed from so many other stories… something that didn’t appear hardly at all in my first story.

Thank you so much for interacting in this way, I greatly appreciate it.