Little Experiments -- The Trip (this is a diaper dimension story)

Prompt: Write about a unique location

Disclaimer: Many of my ABDL stories are more or less humiliation BDSM with an ABDL element–basically the protagonist is forced into a humiliating situation involving wearing and using diapers and/or acting like a toddler for the pleasure of the reader. The story may also contain instances of the protagonist’s experiences being treated somewhat irreverently, and the protagonist may also be reduced to or see themselves as a non-person.

This particular story also contains a somewhat realistic depiction of bullying, but there is also the aforementioned BDSM element throughout. I guess this has left one or two readers confused and under the impression that I was trying to fetishize the bullying. This was not my intention. The bullying is intended to be raw, realistic, and unpleasant for both the protagonist and the reader, and it is intended to contrast sharply with the protagonist’s pleasant experiences with humiliation later in the story.

These types of stories appear to be fairly common in the genre, but I thought I’d give a warning in case you were looking for something else. I think one or two readers in the past have been somewhat surprised and maybe even a bit upset by my work.


Amanda nervously stood in line. It was her Freshman year in college, and it was her first time as a sorority pledge. She was tasked with acting like she was drunk and heckling some members of the Parenthood Association—a conservative group that advocates taking sex ed out of the high school curriculum and replacing it with family life and home economics classes, at least that was what the sorority girls told her. Sometimes the group came to college campuses to try to drum up support from future leaders. There was a tiny camera embedded in a special choker she was wearing that was supposed to catch the action. She couldn’t get over how futuristic it felt and how sneaky she was being! They’d appreciate her for sure!

She quietly approached the tent, fingering an empty wine glass. Amanda realized a problem with her plan the minute she stepped into the tent. Everyone promoting sexual health and related services was posted in the tent. There were several kiosks and tables displayed throughout the large circus-like tent; it was like a flea market. She had no way of knowing where her target was!

Amanda took a small gulp as she looked around in bewilderment. Where’s my target? She asked herself. She wandered around aimlessly for a few minutes before finally asking for directions. There was a girl dressed in plain overalls and a rather unflattering skirt over her pants! Amanda figured the girl had to be one of those weirdly religious girls who thought they weren’t allowed to show any skin. She sauntered over to the girl and asked in the most polite voice she could muster, “excuse me, but where’s the parenthood association desk?”

The girl looked up and flashed her curly hair, braces, and freckled face. She chewed her lip for a second or two then shrugged and pointed in a random direction. Amanda’s eyes followed the direction of her finger to two empty tables. In the middle of them displayed on a poster in bold letters was “PA.”

Ah-ha! The Parenthood Association! Amanda thought. She made a beeline to one of the tables. A few seconds after she got there, a tall young woman with glasses, curly red hair, and a lab coat walked up. “Hello? May I help you, miss?” the woman asked.

Amanda was briefly caught off guard by the woman’s friendly soft voice. There was just a hint of Southern twang, or maybe it was more midwestern. It sounded like she was a singer or did ASMR. She shook herself out of her reverie and recovered from the brief shock, ready to put on her act. She faked a hiccup and then spoke pretending to slur her speech. “Shhee, shheee, hiccup!”

The woman raised an eyebrow and made a brief scowling face at Amanda, but then her expression softened to something more neutral. “Well, if you don’t have a reason for being here, I need to get back to work,” the woman said flatly.

“W-wwait, I’shhh wants ta hiccup! Ta sign up-hiccup! For yours causes!” Amanda announced in the most annoying voice she could muster. A few people stared at her from neighboring tables.

The woman gave her a cursory glance, then walked back to her table, seemingly ignoring her. Amanda took it as an opportunity to saunter over to her table and lean on it with both arms. I sure hope the sorority sisters appreciate the act I’m putting on Amanda thought. She pretended to drool a little and let saliva run down her chin while she tried her fake drunk voice again this time also adding an affected Southern accent, or what she thought was one. “I’sssaid I wanna sign-sign hiccup! for -for you’s causes!” She drooled a bit more as she spoke. It ran down her chin and onto the table in slimy threads.

She opened her mouth again only to be met with a soft cottony texture. “Hey!” she yelped, temporarily forgetting her act. The texture was removed a few seconds later to reveal the woman looking at her with a small look of concern. “Sorry, baby, you were drooling,” the woman said calmly, holding a small white washcloth.

Amanda closed her mouth and moved to say something, but she found herself again stunned by the sound of the woman’s voice. It was almost perfect in some odd way. A small involuntary shiver ran down her stomach. She was brought back to reality when the woman spoke again. “Since you said you wanted to help us, though, we could always use an extra participant, and I think you’d be perfect for it. Read this, and tell me what you think,” she said calmly. She slid Amanda a piece of paper.

Amanda, however, was only half paying attention, still trying to focus on her act and trying to ignore the odd feelings she was getting from the woman’s voice. When she saw the paper, she had an “ah-ha” moment. This was going to be great. That must be their petition Amanda thought, still fully convinced she was in the right place. It never dawned on her that maybe she was at the wrong table. Without looking at the contract, she snatched the pen out of the woman’s hand and scribbled something illegible. Then, she tried to put on her drunk girl routine again. “Here you gooo! Hiccup! I believe yous is doing a good thingy here!” Amanda said, putting on her affected Southern accent thickly and trying to act as obnoxious as possible.

The woman took the paper, looked at it, and raised an eyebrow. Instead of being angry, though, she simply smiled. It was a hungry smile, though, that unnerved Amanda. The woman then pulled out a small handheld device. “Give me your hand,” she asked in almost a whisper.

Amanda, completely into her act, obeyed the odd request without question. A few seconds after she gave her hand to the woman, she felt something like a bee sting. “Ouch!” Amanda quickly withdrew her hand and winced in pain. “What was that for?!” Amanda asked, forgetting her act.

The woman stood up, towering over Amanda. At first, the woman’s height didn’t faze Amanda; she thought she was just wearing high heels, but Amanda purposely looked at her feet and noticed she was wearing flats. This woman must have been about seven feet tall! Amanda just stood there gaping. “Didn’t you read the contract?” the woman asked in a very soft soothing voice.

“What contract?!” Amanda asked, alarm in her voice.

“If you weren’t so busy acting like a toddler, Ms. Go-Fuck-Yourself, you would know exactly what contract I’m talking about. What absolutely infantile behavior you displayed at my desk! I’m surprised they even let you in college! On the bright side, though, I think you’ll make a fine test subject,” the woman answered with a slight smirk.

Wait. What test subject?! It dawned on her all too late that perhaps she was at the wrong table. “I-I…” Amanda cringed in embarrassment at the fake name she wrote and withered under the woman’s gaze. The young college student certainly wasn’t expecting anyone to actually read it, and now she was wondering what she signed up for. It didn’t even cross her mind that the small packet she had signed was a contract!

“Um…um can I have a cop-copy of it?” Amanda’s voice was breaking and she was on the verge of tears. She had again managed to act immature and make another adult angry with her. It never occurred to her that doing this dare could have consequences. After all, she’d seen sorority pledges act out hundreds of times on TV.

“I’ll send you a copy via e-mail, if you provide the address; I doubt it’s actually at ‘get-the-hell-off-of-this-campus-dot-com’” the woman said coolly.

Amanda cringed again at being called out, and hastily wrote down her email address on a piece of paper that the woman gave her. The woman took it out of her hand with the same snatching motion Amanda used earlier but softer and more polite. “I’ll be in touch,” the woman said as she walked off, leaving the stunned and scared college student frozen in confusion.


Chapter 2

The contract was all Amanda could think about as she made her way back to campus. What had she signed up for? Signing something before looking at it was so stupid. She might have signed up to pay for some cause with her own tuition. Oh, why didn’t I actually think before I signed that dumb contract? She continued ruminating on it as she made her way back to the sorority house. The initiation ceremony was in a few hours.

Technically, she had failed her mission. She wasn’t sure what the sorority sisters were going to say about her joining, and she sincerely thought about just skipping the meeting and missing out on trying to join, but a little part of her wanted a reward for all of the work she put in. After all, she even ordered a special camera to record all of the action. Maybe they would look past her slip up and let her join anyway? She did have some interesting footage of her interactions, and she had technically completed the dare, with the minor caveat of going to the wrong table.

She made her way to the sorority house and knocked on the door. A girl in a pink flowing dress Genevieve answered. “I-I’m here to speak to Lacey,” Amanda squeaked. The girl carefully led Amanda in and directed her to the sofa. “Wait here. Lacey’s in her room right now getting ready for a party. She should be out in a few minutes.” Amanda waited anxiously on the couch, rocking back and forth in a slightly noticeable way.

In a few minutes, a girl with long razor straight crimson hair appeared in the doorway. “What’s up?” she asked. Amanda looked up and her throat got a little dry. Lacey, the popular girl from high school, was standing over her. She always looked so well put together, like she’d stepped out of a fashion magazine or fresh off of a New York runway. Amanda swallowed hard and began her speech. “Heh heh, hey Lace,” Amanda said.

“How did the assignment go?” Lacey asked, impatiently.

“Yeah, about that…” Amanda trailed off as she loosened the flash drive from a port in the necklace around her neck. “I…um…I…” Before she could finish her sentence, Lacey snatched it out of her hand.

“Nice. Let’s see what you got us!” Lacey said as she booted up her laptop and put the flash drive in place. The screen flickered to life, and she watched Amanda’s performance, letting out small giggles of approval during each embarrassing attempt to act like a drunk. After a few minutes of watching, she paused it and closed the video. “You clearly don’t drink much; that impression was horrible,” Lacey play scolded. Amanda hung her head in shame. “But I suppose it was good enough to let you in….congratulations Amanda Granger, you are officially a member of the Daughters of Dionysus.” As Lacey was congratulating Amanda, she slipped a sash over her shoulder. “Julie will show you to your room.”

I got in? Amanda was extremely surprised and grateful as Julie, a girl with short black hair, led her upstairs to what would soon be her room. Swinging the door open, Amanda took it all in. It was a full-sized bedroom with two full-sized beds in bunk style. They looked much more grown-up than those twin-sized beds they had in her dorm; those reminded her of toddler beds, honestly, and toddler beds were for little babies still in diapers, like her little cousins. These beds, though, looked grown-up and sophisticated, well, more sophisticated than she was used to. The room itself was also clean and well-decorated. It looked perfect. She let out a contented sigh.

“How soon can you move your stuff here?” Julie asked. Amanda pulled herself out of her reverie long enough to answer the question. “Oh? I should have everything moved by the end of the day.”

“Awesome,” Julie replied.

Amanda left the sorority house to pack her stuff. She didn’t keep a lot in the small dorm room, so it only took a few hours to have everything loaded into her car. Her other roommate was hiding under the covers, probably either sleeping or doing homework. They didn’t know each other too well. Amanda didn’t even bother asking her what her name was.

The last thing she packed was the laptop computer she had with her since high school. It was bedazzled with skull stickers. She thought they were cool a year or so ago, but now she admitted to herself that they looked a bit childish. She made a mental note to peel them off once she got to her new room.

With everything loaded in her small car, she drove to the sorority house to begin moving in. She took a handful of boxes up the stairs and opened the door only to be greeted by “What are you doing here?” Amanda nearly dropped the boxes. Standing in front of her was Ginger, one of the girls who didn’t like her in high school. Her heart sank as she considered the only possibility she could think of. “I’m the…they…I’m…I live here?” Amanda answered, unsure of exactly how to answer.

Ginger, a girl with curly blonde hair like Amanda’s, rolled her eyes. “You aren’t staying in my room,” she said flatly.

“But this is my room!” Amanda protested. She unconsciously stomped her foot to make a point.

While the two were arguing, they didn’t see Lacey approach the door. “What is going on here?” she asked.

Amanda turned to Lacey and pouted. “This isn’t fair. What’s she doing here?”

Lacey let out a laugh. “She happens to be one of my good friends!” Lacey said.

“Yeah, my sister knows her sister,” Ginger said with another eye roll.

“This isn’t going to work. Can I have another room?” Amanda pleaded.

“Sorry, it’s this room or no room,” Lacey said.

Amanda opened her mouth to say something else but was interrupted by Lacey. “If you can’t deal with the living arrangement, you don’t have to move in,” she said.

“But I thought you wanted me as one of your sorority sisters!” Amanda said.

Ginger cut in, “she can take you or leave you; she’s not desperate for friends, like you are, Mandy-bear,” she said with a smirk.

Amanda cringed. She hated that nickname. “I’m not desperate for friends!” Amanda yelled. She couldn’t help herself, all of the frustration from when she was in high school with this witch of a girl came bubbling back up.

“Well, I guess you don’t mind leaving my sorority house, then,” Lacey said coolly.

“But why do I have to leave?” Amanda asked. She almost had tears in her eyes! She packed her stuff, did the pledge, and everything. Why did she have to leave now?

“It’s either that or room with Ginger,” Lacey said.

“But she just said I couldn’t stay with her!” Amanda complained. The boxes in her hands were starting to annoy her with their weight. They weren’t too heavy; she intentionally packed light, but she was getting increasingly frustrated just standing in the doorway holding them.

“I said no such thing!” Ginger protested.

Lacey made a noise of disapproval. “I don’t want to hear it.” She turned back to Amanda and pushed her inside. Amanda gratefully sat the heavy boxes down on the bottom bunk bed.

“That’s mine!” Ginger protested. Amanda did her best to ignore her while she unpacked her things. She was honestly like an annoying little sister.

“Put your things on the top bunk or I’ll tell everyone about your accident in chemistry class. Remember, the one in ninth grade?” Ginger said.

Amanda rolled her eyes. “That was just water,” she said.

“No one believes that, Mandy-bear! Why would someone get so emotional over spilling water?” Ginger asked.

“They were going to think it was something else!” Amanda defended herself.

“It was something else; you know I’m telling the truth, baby bear,” Ginger taunted. She flashed perfectly straight pearly white teeth in a fake smile.

“No, it wasn’t!” Amanda protested.

“The chemistry teacher wouldn’t have sent you to the nurse over just a little water,” Ginger said.

“My clothes were soaked. She didn’t want me to catch a cold!” Amanda said.

“It was just your crotch,” Ginger said.

Amanda turned her head, visibly frustrated. Her face was red with anger, but of course, that too was probably going to be mistaken for something else. She seethed as she started removing her clothes from the bottom bunk. Ginger had won, yet again. It was just like high school and middle school. Why couldn’t she stand up for herself? Why couldn’t she actually say something that would help her counter Ginger’s words? Why couldn’t she put her in her place and get her to stop? Amanda had no idea, and thinking about this whole stupid argument was making her head hurt. She had bigger things to worry about, like college and the rest of her life.

She lay awake on the top bunk, her things finally put away on “her side” of the room. Ginger had gotten her way with almost everything because she threatened to tell a bunch of embarrassing lies about her to her new friends, lies she knew from experience would be believed. People always believed Ginger, teachers, students, everyone, ever since she met her in middle school.

I was hoping it would all be different in college Amanda told herself. This experience moving into the sorority house proved to her that college was a bit more like high school than she liked. She was going to be surrounded by the same people and dealing with many of the same issues. Why were people so immature? Why were people so horrible to each other just because they could get away with it? She grit her teeth a bit in anger before dozing off to sleep.

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Chapter 3

Unbeknownst to Amanda, her troubles were just beginning. Courtesy of the contract she signed, a tiny nanny cam was set up in the room where Amanda was sleeping. Ginger was in on it, kind of. She only knew they were filming her; she wasn’t sure what it was for.

Meanwhile in the Dimension 4.9116518 AKA the Diaper Dimension

Linda let out a little sigh as she checked the screen. The camera was recording and sending a video feed to her computer. She checked the document she was supposed to record the results on and re-read the details of the experiment. The title read Effects of Induced Maturosis on Littles. She continued to scan the document and then gave a small sigh after she was finished. In today’s groundbreaking experiment, the nanites that were injected into the subject’s bloodstream were supposed to deliver a special medication to stimulate certain muscles and nerves to make the subject wet the bed. She rolled her eyes at the procedure. Discounting all of the fancy science jargon, it was like she was working for a bunch of kindergarteners! This was a typical experiment of Amazon scientists, though. Leave it to them to think that returning a little test subject to babyhood was important scientific research.

She also halfway wondered why the girl had signed up for this. She didn’t fit the profile of their usual test subjects. Most of them were older loners or couples who were fairly comfortable with the lifestyle and wouldn’t be embarrassed about the changes.

From the argument she watched unfold earlier that day, she was pretty sure little Amanda didn’t fit into that category. The girl seemed painfully insecure, and this experience certainly wasn’t going to help that, not one bit. Still, though, it was what she signed up for, and she couldn’t argue with her bosses and tell them not to go through with it, not without fairly unpleasant consequences, anyway, so she had to go through with it, regardless of how ethical she personally felt like it was.

She let out another sigh and pressed a button to start the procedure. A little beep indicated the nanites activated. A light indicated she entered REM sleep.

Amanda found herself sleeping very soundly despite the day’s events.

She was on stage singing something; she felt the notes coming effortlessly and smoothly through her vocal cords. It sounded heavenly, but she wasn’t sure what song she was singing. When she finished, everyone was clapping and cheering, giving her a standing ovation.

Suddenly, she heard water running. There was a small fountain behind her that she didn’t notice. She started staring at it and noticed it grow in front of her, expanding out into a vast unexplored land. She walked up to the fountain to get a closer look, but in the process, she brushed by it and noticed she got some water on her clothes. She was wet, but it was just water; it wasn’t a big deal. She continued to walk down the path to explore the world that seemingly popped up out of nowhere.

Linda watched in subdued fascination as the evidence of the nanites’ work became apparent. A wet spot was starting to become visible through the white sheets, and it was growing by the minute.

Their little test subject, however, seemed oblivious to it, if that relaxed smile on her face was any indication. She seemed to be having some oddly pleasant dream, or maybe she was just reacting to whatever chemicals the scientists decided to infuse those nanites with.

As she watched the helpless sleeping test subject, she couldn’t help but think about the processes that must be happening. The test subject’s brain was being stimulated to feel deep relaxation and pleasure, while her bladder was being stimulated to gently release without alerting those parts that usually prevented it from happening, all while not applying enough pressure to alert the sleeping test subject.

She couldn’t deny it was all very effective, but it was still such an odd use of such powerful tools. The nanites making this possible were incredible pieces of technology. They could be re-loaded remotely, synthesizing chemicals from the organic material they were placed in. These were technological wonders and made almost any kind of medical treatment possible, yet the Amazons were using them to make a Little pee in her sleep. Typical Amazon scientists.

Linda’s attention briefly turned back to the packet. If she missed anything from the feed, they had it all on video, so they could go back and look at it later if they needed to. She read through it again to make sure she understood the experiment, and because she was getting bored. Watching someone sleeping was not very exciting to most people, and Linda wasn’t really an exception.

The purpose of this experiment is to see how induced maturosis will affect non-Amazonian Littles. The hypothesis is Littles who undergo induced maturosis will be happier than Littles who have to pretend to live adult lives. Linda frowned at the last sentence. She knew for a fact that Littles could live productive and happy adult lives, and they were adults. No one was “pretending.” The language in this pamphlet was so sizeist. She sighed and kept reading.

It is also hypothesized that Littles who undergo maturosis and regress to their natural infantile state will not want to go back to living adult lives. She gave a heavy sigh, upset by both the discriminatory language and the random assumption that some people would be happy essentially as motor-responsive vegetables. Turning that page, though, she continued reading.

*During this experiment, we will induce maturosis by returning the brain and body to an infantile state. This will include: *

*Induced diaper dependency; this will be accomplished by inducing: *

*Involuntary nighttime urination–nocturnal enuresis, also known as “bedwetting.” *

*Involuntary daytime urination–diurnal enuresis, also known as “urinary incontinence or wetting.” *

*Involuntary nighttime defecation–nocturnal defecation, also known as “nocturnal fecal incontinence or nighttime messing.” *

*Involuntary daytime defecation–diurnal defecation, also known as “diurnal fecal incontinence or daytime messing.” *

*Explanation and use: *

*Diaper dependency will help Littles relinquish their mental and physical care to a caregiver. They will not want the burden of taking care of themselves or each other in an impaired state. Because of this, it is recommended to liberally reinforce diaper dependency through use of medicines, foods, or other minimally harmful substances, procedures, and/or surgeries. *


It is recommended that a Little with diaper dependency be under the care of a caregiver. Our test subjects will be adopted temporarily by caregivers who also agreed to participate in this experiment to take care of this requirement.

Linda bit her lip. They were going to bring the Littles to their dimension for adoption? This sounded intense, and she felt very strongly that it was wrong, but she reminded herself that she couldn’t really do anything. She wasn’t even the one in control of the experiment–the Amazon scientists were. She was just the one watching the camera and occasionally writing down what was going on so that they had clear records in case anything happened to the video, which was unlikely.

A beeping noise drew her out of her musings. It was one of the girls’ alarm clocks on the video. The test subject’s roommate stirred, her bed nice and dry. Linda looked over at Amanda’s bed, which still had a softly snoring Amanda hugging her pillow, smiling, and muttering pleasant gibberish in her sleep. The wet spot had grown sizable during the night, but she couldn’t tell from the camera footage if it leaked onto the other mattress.

Amanda rolled over and lazily released another stream of urine in her sleep, staining a previously dry part of the sheets and mattress. Unbeknownst to her, she had been peeing in her sleep off and on all night thanks to stimulation from the nanites. She also wouldn’t wake up until enough of the chemicals left her blood to allow her to come back to consciousness. Until then, her reputation was at the mercy of her quickly filling bladder.

The sheets bore clear evidence of her babyish deed.


Interesting start, looking forward to more here!


Looks good so far looking forward to more

Chapter 4

Ginger stirred from the bottom bunk and lazily reached over to turn off her alarm clock. A little moisture dripped on her hand as she reached past her bed to press the snooze button. She shook it in annoyance and then smelled it curiously.

“Ew!” she shouted.

Immediately Ginger threw off her covers and leapt out of bed. She then peered at the top bunk where the odd-smelling liquid was dripping down. A small smile crept to her face but then she wrinkled her nose in disgust as the smell of ammonia hit her. “That’s pee? I’ve gotta tell the others about this!” she whispered to herself before quickly exiting the room.

Amanda had never slept so pleasantly before in her life. She dreamt she was walking through a wet rain forest with an ever-spreading fountain of warm water that occasionally flooded and made her clothes wet. She also dreamt that she had to relieve herself several times during the dream. She usually did it behind the tall plants. It was an odd dream, but it was also quite pleasant and relaxing. That was all interrupted, though, when she heard someone loudly calling her name.


Groggily, she opened her eyes. They were immediately met by sunlight pouring through the window. How long had she been asleep? Wasn’t Ginger’s alarm clock set to go off at six in the morning before the sun rises? She shifted slightly, sending a cold rush of air down her backside. She froze. What?! Her face flushed red as she started to panic. This couldn’t be what she thought it was could it? She moved again, feeling the prickly clamminess on her skin.

“Amanda, get up!” Amanda heard the harsh voice and immediately sat up only to meet Lacey’s stern glare. She gave a sheepish smile and waved to her new sorority sister as she tried to process the sensation.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell us you wet the bed?!” Lacey demanded. Her angry outburst almost had Amanda in tears once again.

Amanda withered and stammered, “I…I…don’t!” She then observed her wet sheets and further tried to defend herself. “This…this isn’t what it looks like!” she protested.

“…and now she decides to lie to us,” Ginger said. Amanda didn’t notice it before, but most of her sorority sisters were now gathered in the room. She glared at Ginger and pointed an angry finger at her. “I bet she did this to me!”

Ginger rolled her eyes. “I’m not putting up with this,” she said as she turned to leave.

Lacey put her hand on Ginger’s shoulder and directed her to turn back around. She then turned back to face Amanda. “That’s really mature! Blaming something you did on your roommate!” Lacey growled.

“But…I didn’t,” Amanda tried to defend herself again. She was feeling so nervous, and this argument was getting so heated. She wondered what happened, and she was halfway thinking about making a run for it when she felt a sudden strong twinge in her bladder. She fidgeted in her wet sheets, waiting for a polite way to make an exit, but after just a few seconds, the urge was almost unbearable. She sat still, hoping it would go away, but then the unthinkable happened.

Amanda was only half listening to Lacey lecture her about not letting them know she was a bedwetter, when her bladder gave out. She started peeing uncontrollably. This time it was forceful and there was an audible hissing sound. Amanda tried to stop herself before anyone noticed, but that failed, and pee started running off of the mattress and onto the floor.

“Oh my gosh!” Ginger shouted. “She’s going! Right here while we’re talking to her!”

The rest of her sorority sisters let out a gasp, and Lacey started muttering curse words.

Amanda turned beet red as she tried to regain control. Her thoughts were racing. This isn’t really happening! This must still be some kind of nightmare. I’m eighteen years old! I’m an adult. I can’t actually be wetting my pants! It quickly became apparent to Amanda, however, that this wasn’t some bad dream.

The dripping stopped and the next thing Amanda heard was Lacey’s voice ripping into her. “If I would have known you were such a dirty little bitch, I never would have let you join us!” She winced as Lacey gave her a strong tongue lashing. “Unfortunately, now that I put you on the list, you have to stay unless you leave on your own or are found guilty of misconduct!”

“But…but…” Amanda lost it. Tears started to roll down her cheeks and she scrunched herself into a fetal position on the bed. She blew it somehow! These girls hated her now all because of some weird accident. She let her lip quiver and she tried to bury her head in her pillow.

“Stop acting like some shit-head baby!” Lacey chided.

“I think she’s already proven she’s doing a lot more than acting,” Ginger quipped.

“Get down here now, you bitch!” Lacey commanded, motioning to Amanda.

Amanda winced at the harsh words, fresh tears stinging her eyes. The frightened college student slowly climbed down from her bunk bed to face her angry house leader. Amanda clutched a pillow over her crotch in a feeble attempt to retain a little dignity. She felt heat on her face from embarrassment and shame and turned away and refused to look at Lacey or any of her sorority sisters. She whimpered almost involuntarily and a tear ran down her cheek. The sorority girls, however, didn’t show any sympathy.

“Why the hell did you do that?!” Lacey demanded.

“I…I…don’t know,” Amanda stammered in almost a whisper. She was aware of subdued giggles coming from her sorority sisters as she failed to control her emotions.

“There’s piss on the floor and on the mattress because of you, you moron!” Lacey said.

Amanda winced again, each cutting sentence expertly sliced through what little self-esteem she had. “I’m…I’m…sorry…I-”

“Fuck you!” Lacey yelled. “If the dean finds out about this fucking mess you made, you skanky bitch, we could all get in trouble! They might even kick us all out!”

Amanda shook with anger as Lacey rebuked her. She couldn’t think of a way out of this, and her mind was racing. All she wanted was a way back into everyone’s good graces. More tears ran down her face. She was so nervous that she was feeling sick, and the urine on her clothes had already gotten cold from the central air in the room.

“Stop crying, idiot, and clean this mess up!” Lacey commanded.

“It…was Ginger…” Amanda finally whispered.

What did you say?” Lacey asked. There was a clear tinge of annoyance in her voice.

“She used to always brag about her mother being a nurse. I bet she’s responsible for this somehow,” Amanda whispered through tears. She knew that no one would believe her, but it was worth a shot.

“You know it wasn’t me!” Ginger said angrily.

“She’s nothing but a liar!” another one of the sorority sisters yelled. Amanda couldn’t tell which one, but the thought of how quickly they could turn on her made her start crying again.

This time, her face was met with a firm slap. “Don’t lie about your sorority sisters, bitch!” Lacey yelled harshly. “…and clean this shit up! We’ll figure out what to do with you later!”

Most of the girls left the room, and Amanda was left whimpering in her wet clothes while Lacey shouted orders at her like she wasn’t a human being anymore. Through tears, she carefully started to strip the bed, while her wet clothes chilled and clung to her. The urine on her clothes was making her skin a little sore and tender at this point. She really wanted a shower, but she wasn’t about to disobey Lacey, the sorority house leader. Instead, she ignored the itching, stinging, and coldness and silently stripped the bed.

“See what you fucking did?” Lacey asked angrily. Once Amanda got the cover sheet off, she could see clearly that it was just a plain mattress with no protective covering on it, and there was clear evidence of her accident in the form of a giant yellow urine stain. She bit her lip and nervously looked at Lacey, who just scowled at her. “You better figure out a way to fucking clean this up!” Lacey yelled.

After spending two whole hours trying to clean the room as Lacey directed her to, Amanda was finally allowed some privacy to try to clean herself up. That was one of the worst mornings of Amanda’s life. Lacey gave her a stern talking to, complete with a threat to never let it happen again before allowing her to gather her wet bedsheets and put them in the on-site washer to clean them. Once that was taken care of, she was finally allowed to strip out of her wet clothes and take a shower.

The warm water felt really good on her now extremely sensitive skin, even though parts burned and itched. Her skin was red and stinging by the time the warm shower water hit it, and there were places on her butt and thighs that looked and felt like she had gotten sunburned. She grimaced as she tried to slowly wipe a washcloth over the delicate area. At one point, she rubbed a little too hard and it burned. “Ow!” she cried. She withdrew the washcloth expecting to see a little blood, but it wasn’t a cut, just a rash.

While she continued to lather her skin and wash herself thoroughly, her mind played back the mortifying scenes she’d experienced that morning. Why had she wet the bed, and why did she have that accident this morning? While she was thinking about that, she got another annoying twinge in her bladder. “Not again! Haven’t you caused me enough trouble?” Amanda asked. Her bladder felt a little sore, probably a urinary tract infection from leaving on that wet underwear so long. She wasn’t going to relieve herself in the shower like some kind of dirty hobo, though, so she decided to ignore it.

Everything was fine until she turned off the shower and got ready to dry off. She noticed a little dribbling from her middle. She dismissed it as shower water runoff, but it seemed like it was taking a bit longer than usual. There was also the stale odor of urine in the stall, but that could have been from her earlier accident. She watched herself dribble for a few seconds until it stopped, then she decided she was being paranoid and dried off and got ready for class as usual.

When she got back to her room, she noticed that the door was locked and there was a sign that read “hazardous materials clean up.” She rolled her eyes and then tried the knob again. Her laptop was in that room, and it was much easier to take notes with it than with old-fashioned pen and paper. She thought about bothering one of her sorority sisters about it, but then decided against it, memories of how they’d reacted to the accident she had a few hours ago burning fresh embarrassment into her memory. Plus, no one appeared to be in the sorority house right now, anyway, and that was probably a good thing.

Shakily, she gathered the few things that she kept outside her room and exited the sorority house. Once she stepped outside, the warm sun hit her skin, and she felt a bit better. She decided against walking to class, though, and opted to take her car instead. She didn’t want to be late, and she also didn’t want anyone to taunt her about her accident. She was pretty sure someone who saw told, after all.

As soon as Amanda left the room, the camera feed went down and another view was switched on, probably provided by the nanites in her blood. It was an infrared view of her body with a clear map of all of the systems the machines were going to be targeting. Linda watched in subdued fascination, halfway wondering what terrible tortures they had in store for the girl next.

She’d watched every excruciating moment of that fallout with Ginger and that Lacey girl. That kind of immature behavior would not be tolerated in her dimension. Those girls would be written up for displaying maturosis, disciplined with diapers, and to be realistic, probably poisoned and adopted out because Littles undergoing punishment for immature behavior were just too perfect of a target for opportunistic Amazons who wanted the government’s rewards for becoming a caregiver.

From what she’d witnessed, Linda figured Amanda’s dimension didn’t have government incentives for caring for weaker beings like hers did. It all seemed very altruistic on paper, really, the stronger cared for the weaker and were paid by the government to do so. In reality, though, it was often abused, to the point where those who kept Amazon foster children were no longer eligible for incentives, because it was found that they would poison the children to make them dependent on their caregivers for longer than needed! People were sick.

Unfortunately, the new rules protecting Amazons from mistreatment didn’t cover Littles. Maturosis Infantilus was well-known as a fairly common condition for Littles, and since the condition requires them to be under a caregiver until they recover, it made more sense to just leave the incentives for Little adoptees. After all, the reasoning goes, the government money enables households to afford otherwise costly Little needs, like diapers, clothing, babysitters, wet nurses, and daycare, and since Littles often continue to need those things for years after a normal baby grows out of them, it makes more sense to subsidize it to provide the incentive for more Amazons to adopt. Sounds great on paper, right?

Everyone who voted to keep things exactly the same for Littles apparently forgot about the ways unscrupulous Amazonian caregivers can abuse the system. Little mills were a thing, and poisonings and kidnappings happened so often that they were a well-known occurrence. There were even tales of homeless Amazons adopting Littles. It was about as easy to adopt a Little as to adopt a pet, and there was more incentive to adopt Littles, too. Plus, there was virtually no agreed-upon criteria to test if a Little was undergoing maturosis; at the very most, all it took was any marked display of physical or mental immaturity. Most Amazons interpreted this as loss of bladder or bowel control and resulting diaper dependency, even though they had tests that suggested that some of the foods Amazons regularly consume can cause temporary diaper dependency in sensitive Littles.

Linda balled up a fist while thinking about the stories she’d heard. It was a screwed-up system. To maintain their independence, Littles had to avoid certain foods and certain social situations and always act like the most grown-up people in the room. There were even rumors that Little parents didn’t allow their children to have the kinds of carefree childhoods that Amazons gave their children, instead opting to make them grow up fast and despise childish things with a sense of fear. Even with all of that strict training, most Littles ended up adopted before they were old enough to responsibly have children of their own. Some adult Littles even cited the strict upbringing as a reason; they’d try “forbidden fruit” like using diapers, sucking on bottles, or getting drunk at parties, and, well, if any of that behavior was caught on film, they’d be stripped of their adult rights on the spot.

The relationship between Amazons and Littles was a strangely parasitic one that made Linda question how civilized they really were at times. There was a familiar conspiracy theory that maturosis infantilus was a fake condition cooked up thousands of years ago by Amazon leaders who felt threatened by the Little species. Take away the fact that it was ingrained in everyone’s minds as an undeniable fact, and it did sound like a familiar, albeit peculiar, attempt at eugenics; target what their bodies and minds do naturally and label it as a disease to justify taking away their rights. Make them feel inferior and hopeless but instead of outright killing them, “spoil” them into submission. Condition them to think they want and need the subjugation.

There certainly were a lot of common methods of conditioning in her dimension. They even had TV shows that enforced these strange standards, like the many kids’ cartoons that taught how much stronger and smarter Amazons were and nature shows that referred to animals that acted silly as “undergoing maturosis.” Even lifestyle shows like “Maturity Police” weren’t free from bias, as they frequently referred to Amazons dressing in a childish way as “dressing like Littles.”

Linda rolled her eyes. “Little” wasn’t just synonymous with “baby,” it was in many ways a lot worse.

“Oh no!” Linda’s attention was pulled back to the screen by the sound of Amanda’s now familiar voice. The girl’s yell was followed by a sound like running water spilling on the ground. The next sound was giggling from girls in the background, followed by Amanda’s crying. Even though there was no clear video feed, Linda could guess that Amanda had another accident.

“She just left the bathroom! How do you pee yourself after you just left the bathroom?!” A girl’s voice asked.

“Damn! My little brother has better control than that and he’s three,” another college kid joked.

“This is so going on MeTube!” another girl shouted.

“Poor girl…” Linda whispered. She let out a sigh and placed a checkmark in the box next to “diurnal enuresis.” She briefly looked at the anticipated schedule for inducing diaper dependency. It estimated at least two days to complete each step in diaper dependency, but those nanite treatments were working faster than expected. At this rate, their poor little test subject might be completely incontinent before the end of the week.

Linda sighed and leaned back in her chair. Even though this was clearly a mistake, there really wasn’t anything she could do that would help the poor girl. She decided to just watch the infrared camera and wait for a video feed of some kind to pop back up.


Interesting. Good job. I’m hooked now.

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Author’s note: I didn’t like chapter five, so I took it down. Just a heads up, though, there might be some suicidal ideation in future chapters as the sorority girls continue to abuse her.

Very good read. Cant wait for more.

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Chapter 5

Amanda whimpered and shook as she made her way back to the car and planted her wet bottom in the seat. She just had an accident right as she left the bathroom! What was wrong with her? She didn’t even feel like she needed to go until maybe a second before it happened!

It just had to happen in front of a huge group of people, too! There was some kind of campus tour and students from a neighboring junior college were scouting out the campus to see if they wanted to transfer there. Several people got a good look at her completely losing control! It was mortifying.

Her thoughts were again racing. She cringed as she relived the embarrassment. The mocking laughter rang fresh in her ears. She hated herself right now! Why was she having accidents as a grown woman? She was pretty sure Ginger or maybe even Lacey had something to do with this, but why did Lacey suddenly hate her so much? Why did everyone eventually turn on her? Was she that horrible? What made her such an awful immature person?

As the car stopped in the empty parking lot, Amanda hadn’t realized she had been gritting her teeth. She relaxed her jaw, looked down at her pants, and held back tears. Whatever was happening just wasn’t fair!

She slowly got out of her car and made her way to the sorority house, her shoes sloshing and squishing all the way. Luckily, no one was home. She made her way to her room, which was thankfully no longer locked.

When she opened the door, she noticed the smell of bleach and vinegar. There was also a small fan blowing the air by the spot on the floor where she leaked, and the mattress to the top bunk was also removed. Amanda got the feeling that she wasn’t supposed to be in her room right now, so she quickly gathered her things, and went straight to get another shower.

As soon as the water hit her, she winced and felt her bladder release. A small stream of pee trickled into the tub and mixed with the shower water. Amanda cringed and tried to stop herself. Since she just had an accident, she wasn’t dribbling for more than a few seconds, but it was still a bit of a shock. She couldn’t control it at all this time. It was like some kind of weird reflex.

Recovering from wetting in the shower, Amanda got out and grabbed a towel. While she was in the process of drying off, she heard the front door open. Someone was in the house.

Laughter rang out. “Look at this!” A group of girls were giggling and chatting excitedly. Amanda cringed instinctively at the loud laughter.

“I can’t believe she did that!” someone said.

“Watch it again! She just wet herself like a shit-head! My sister caught the whole thing on video!”

“What’s going on?” That was Lacey’s voice.

“Amanda peed her pants!” someone said with a giggle. There was a few seconds pause and some garbled noise.

“I knew she was disgusting!” Lacey responded.

“I know, right?” another sorority sister said.

“She doesn’t belong with us!” someone else said.

“I’ve been trying to get her to leave,” Lacey said.

The girls continued laughing while Amanda cringed and held the towel to her chest. She was absolutely worthless to them. Maybe she deserved it, though? She looked at the wet pants in the corner of the bathroom; the laundry room was locked so she didn’t get a chance to clean them yet. She shivered a little and started crying.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Amanda froze. Keys jangled, and the door opened. It was Lacey. She took a deep whiff of the air and then muttered, “that’s disgusting.” She then walked forward and stepped right on Amanda’s soaked pants.

“Ew!” Lacey said. She picked them up and hurled them at Amanda’s feet. “Why the hell are you keeping your dirty shit in the bathroom? They’re supposed to go in the laundry, idiot!”

Amanda whimpered and stammered. “It-it was locked,” she said in almost a whisper. Lacey made a sound that was in between a groan and a scream and then snatched Amanda by her arm, towel still around her fragile body, and dragged her to the laundry room. Lacey fiddled with the keys for a few seconds until the door finally clicked. Then, she forcibly pulled Amanda inside.

“Put your dirty shit in the laundry NOW!” Lacey demanded.

Amanda scurried to the washing machine and quickly put her pants inside only to get slapped hard by Lacey. Amanda quivered, holding her cheek. Lacey pushed her out of the way and yanked Amanda’s dirty clothes out of the washing machine. “No, you idiot bitch! There were clean clothes in there!” Lacey screamed.

Amanda winced and quivered as Lacey’s voice again tore into her. “Fuck! Now, we’re going to have to wash them all over again! I bet they’re going to smell like pee, too!”

Other girls appeared at the doorway to the laundry room and started chattering. Lacey angrily filled them in on the details, and the gaggle of girls reacted with giggles and gasps. Others took verbal shots at Amanda for ruining their clothes. Lacey just stood by and let it happen.

“You’re lucky we don’t charge you for ruining our clothes!”

Little Amanda stood in the laundry room holding her urine-soaked pants while the laundry cycle was running. Lacey did not allow her to return to her room to wait. She felt very very small and powerless as the other girls argued about her mistake. She put her head down and started sniffling again as she quietly waited.

It was almost an hour before the washer was finally cleared and she was able to put her clothes in. She did so, and then did as Lacey instructed her and waited for them to finish. She then took the others’ clothes out of the dryer to put hers in. While she was preparing to put her clothes in, one of her sorority sisters walked in. It was Julie. Amanda didn’t know her that well, but she was hoping she was one of the nice ones.


“What are my clothes doing on top of the washer?!” Julie demanded. Amanda withered at her harsh tone.

Before Amanda could start to explain, Lacey and Ginger walked in. “What’s going on here?!” Lacey demanded.

“She–” Amanda started but was cut off.

“My designer clothes are out of the dryer!” Julie complained.

“She was probably planning to steal them,” Ginger said.

“No, I–” Amanda said.

Lacey cut her off before she could finish her thought. “Don’t touch other people’s clothes! What is wrong with you?!” She then snatched Amanda’s pants out of her hands and threw them into the dryer like she was throwing away trash. “Take care of your own shit!”

Julie stuck her nose up in the air and gathered her things in her arms.

“Jules, I–” Amanda tried to apologize, but Julie just ignored her and took her things back to her room.

Fresh tears stung Amanda’s eyes. Once everyone was out of the laundry room, she pulled the door closed and sniffled. It just wasn’t fair! It just wasn’t– Amanda cut herself off as she became aware of a sensation in her bladder. She looked down and saw a small puddle forming at her feet. She’d peed again! It was just like a few hours ago in the shower! She barely even felt it!

While she was looking down at the puddle she’d made, there was a loud knock at the door.

“I need to get in and wash my shit!”

“I bet she’s trying to steal more clothes!”

“She’s so pathetic!”

“Hey, did you see the video of her peeing her pants this morning?”

“She did what?!”

“It’s all on MeTube!”

The girls continued to giggle as Amanda stood there mortified. She shifted a little and moved away from the puddle she’d made. Just then, someone pushed the door open. Amanda was just standing there shyly with her towel still wrapped around her. The small puddle she’d made was right in front of her, and she tried not to look at it. Hopefully, they’d just think it was water.

“Other people have to use the laundry room, Mandy-bear.” Amanda looked up to see Ginger’s curly blonde hair. She tried not to look at the puddle. Maybe if she didn’t give her anything, she’d just get bored and leave her alone.

“What’s that?” Ginger asked. “Did you have another accident?” she said with a laugh. Ginger was using her usual condescending tone. Amanda noticed that she only talked to her that way; she treated everyone else much friendlier.

Amanda stayed quiet for a few seconds and then decided that was a bad idea, “N-no!” she said.

“So, why do you have a towel around yourself instead of clothes?” she asked.

“It’s because…because…” Amanda was so nervous and frustrated that she was drawing a blank.

“You know I know it’s pee, right? You just aren’t a good liar, Mandy-bear. Plus, did you see yourself on MeTube? It might be one of the most popular videos on campus right now!”

Amanda’s stomach churned and she felt sick. “What?!” She took her now clean and dry pants and ran out of the laundry room to find her laptop computer. She opened it, pulled up MeTube, and looked up the school-related videos. Sure enough, the video of her wetting her pants right outside the bathroom was in the top ten. She scrolled down and read the comments.

Look at this idiot of a girl! I mean, how do you do that?

They’ll let anyone into college these days, you know what I mean?

She continued to read. Most of the comments had something mean and derogatory to say about her, questioning her intelligence, making fun of her home training, suggesting she had some sort of mental illness. It was horrible! Amanda cringed. Her eyes fell on another chain of comments.

Yeah, she goes to our college and is currently a resident of one of the sorority houses. I know, they dropped the ball there, right? She’s not a good person, not at all! She lied about being a bedwetter and then sat up and peed the bed on purpose after waking up. I think she was some kind of fetish, to tell the truth.

What’s a fetish?

Like, when someone gets off on doing something disgusting that they know they aren’t supposed to do. Like in her case, it’s peeing herself instead of using the toilet!


I know, my little cousin says she found all sorts of porn on her computer, too!

She sounds like a horrible person! I would never want to be friends with someone like her!

Several people misunderstood the situation entirely and were going off of what others told them. Amanda badly wanted to leave a comment, but she was logged in with her school account, and everyone would know it was her. She didn’t want to take the risk of having people dogpile on her and accuse her of just seeking attention, so she just continued to read the comments.

I know what you mean; no one wants people who have weird desires like that on a college campus! If my kid were going there, I’d have her arrested or beaten up and chased away so I knew my kids would be safe!

Amanda continued to read the awful comments, each thread meaner and more derogatory than the last. Her eyes finally fell on the worst comment she’d read yet.

She should just go kill herself!

She winced as she read the comment. They’re right she thought. She’d messed up so much, and everyone hated her now, so what was the point of even trying to exist anymore? She had some history to back this all up. Ginger was her only friend in school, and even she couldn’t manage to keep her as a friend. She did something to upset her at one point, and they’d been enemies ever since, and no one else liked her or even understood her, so what was the point, really?

Amanda quivered and sniffled. They weren’t even referring to her like she was human! It was similar to how Lacey treated her after her accident that morning. Maybe these kinds of reactions were right? Maybe it was horrible and unforgivable for an adult to be acting like such a baby. Amanda remained kneeling on the floor as she scrolled through more comments. Footsteps approached, and she heard voices.

“So, are you still coming to that party at Jake’s?” Lacey asked.

“It’s at nine, right?” Ginger asked.


“Ms. Pee-Pee-Pants isn’t invited, is she?” Ginger asked.

“That bitch? Don’t be an idiot! Only mature people are allowed! Babies who pee their pants and wet their beds are definitely NOT on the list!” Lacey said.

The two girls shared a laugh.

Amanda was listening to their conversation. They weren’t exactly being quiet about their disdain for her anyway. She quivered in anger and frustration. She hated herself so much right now! Why couldn’t she just manage to be normal? Why did it seem like everywhere she went people hated her? She sniffled in anger and frustration.

The liberal dose of embarrassment she received today was also still fresh on her mind, and she wanted to just melt into the floor.


This is pretty realistic and harsh on the bullying front… I hope she doesn’t hurt herself. The other girls should be ashamed of themselves… time to find another place to be regardless of the accidents…

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Chapter 6

Amanda just sat there, teeth gritted and fists clenched as she read through the comments section of her video on MeTube. She sent them an email requesting that they take down the video because it was posted without her consent, but so far, it was still up, and comments kept pouring in. Hours had passed and most of the girls left to have dinner early before the party. She of course wasn’t invited, and they made a point to tell her. She couldn’t help but think about how babyish and immature she was, having accidents in the middle of the day and peeing in the bed. She hated herself!

There was no way she could repair her relationship with Lacey or the other girls, and her accident and this video were probably enough to ruin what little reputation she had gained and make her the butt of the joke for the entire campus. Amanda put her head down and sniffled. Tears fell onto her keyboard. It just wasn’t fair!

“Hiss!” Amanda looked down and gave a gasp as she realized she was peeing her pants again! Like the last times, she barely felt it and didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late to do anything about it. She moved her laptop out of the way so that she wouldn’t get it wet while she tried to stop herself, but of course, that failed, and she made another puddle. She panicked and started crying again. Her body was betraying her!

Just then, there was a knock on her door. It was probably Lacey or Ginger, and when they saw her accident, they were probably going to be livid. Amanda made a feeble attempt to cover her accident by crouching down over it. Hopefully, if she didn’t move, she would be able to hide what happened. Amanda froze as the knob turned.

She winced, expecting to see one of her sorority sisters.

“Hey, are you okay?” a male voice asked.

Amanda looked up and noticed a very tall guy with curly brown hair. He looked like he was at least six feet. Maybe he was a basketball player and one of the other girls’ boyfriends? Amanda wasn’t sure and right now she was embarrassed, scared, and annoyed. She muttered a quick “yes” and stayed frozen.

“Okay, look, I’m a worker at the clinic here on campus, and I saw the video of your accident,” the man said.

Amanda looked up and started crying. She was so embarrassed and scared. What did this person want? She imagined pain, humiliation, embarrassment, but the next sensation she felt was a hand on her shoulder. She flinched in annoyance and would have told him to leave her alone, but right now she was an emotional mess so she just leaned into it.

“It’s okay,” he whispered.

Amanda just shook and whimpered. This was probably a trick one of the other girls planned. This guy might be secretly filming her for all she knew, but right now it was just nice to have the illusion of someone who cared, who wanted to understand, who was still willing to treat her like a human being, to treat her like a grown—

“Braaaap!” A loud announcement from Amanda’s backside made her jump. The arms that were around her suddenly disappeared.

“Ew!” the guy said. His tone didn’t sound like Lacey or one of the other girls scolding her sounded, though. It had a lighter feel to it. If Amanda didn’t know any better, she’d guess it was almost…playful? She looked up to see the guy smiling and fanning the air.

“I think you should probably go to the bathroom,” he said with something of a playful smile. Amanda smiled back in spite of herself. She could now add farting in front of a cute guy after hiding that she wet her pants to her ever-increasing list of excruciatingly embarrassing moments.

Instead of moving, Amanda stayed frozen. She whimpered again and started crying.

“Hey! Look, it’s going to be okay, alright?” the guy said.

“How do I know that? How do I know Ginger or one of my sorority sisters didn’t send you to make fun of me?!” Amanda demanded.

“Okay. Okay. Calm down. No, I’m not with any of those girls. I help out at the health clinic on campus, and I think you’ve been experiencing urinary incontinence,” the guy paused and studied Amanda for a few seconds. “In fact, if that stain on your crotch and the smell in this room is any indication, you’ve definitely been experiencing urinary incontinence.”

Amanda blushed and looked at his face. It was more serious now, less playful. She felt kind of like a little kid being scolded by an older sibling. She was mortified, but she felt so isolated that part of her was just happy to have the attention. She felt nausea in the pit of her stomach. “Poot!” Amanda cringed.

“…and if you don’t go to the bathroom soon, you might just poop your pants,” the guy said with a bemused look on his face. He had his arms crossed and was clearly expecting her to follow his orders.

Hesitantly, Amanda moved from her crouched position, allowing the guy to get a full view of the stain on her crotch and the puddle on the floor.

“Go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. I’ll bring you some fresh clothes,” the guy offered.

Amanda’s face became red with embarrassment, but she felt a hint of giddiness as she accepted the guy’s offer and trudged off to the bathroom.

Once she was in the bathroom, she plopped herself on the toilet. Her cheeks continued to burn at the idea of someone seeing her in such a vulnerable position, but it didn’t feel like he was trying to mock her or put her down. She found herself liking this person immensely even though she didn’t know him.

Turning her attention back to her body’s needs, she squeezed just a little and farted again. She didn’t really feel like she needed to go that badly, but—

“Plop!” Amanda wasn’t sure what she heard hit the water. Her bowels didn’t feel full, except for maybe a little bit of gas, and there was hardly anything in her bladder. She was surprised when she stood up and saw a huge solid mass of poop in the toilet. It looked like it might have occupied a good portion of her colon! She wondered if it came out of her or if she just sat on a dirty toilet and didn’t notice. She decided to wipe her butt anyway and was surprised when she encountered a sticky mess. She used almost a whole roll of toilet paper to get herself clean before finishing up in the shower.

While she was in the process of cleaning herself, there was a knock at the door. She froze, expecting Lacey or one of the other girls.

“Okay, here’s a change of pants. Are you sure you don’t want to wear a dress? I saw some cute ones in your—”

“Positive! Those short frilly dresses make me look like I’m a toddler!”

The response was a sarcastic evil laugh that kind of unnerved Amanda. She froze for a minute, expecting him to reveal the evil game the sorority sisters were playing and expose what an immature baby she was. Instead, she heard plastic rustling.

“I left a surprise for you along with the pants,” the guy said cryptically before exiting the bathroom.

Amanda continued to stand in the shower as her thoughts nervously raced. Why was she even trusting some random guy anyway? She should have told him to just leave. He probably was affiliated with Lacey or even Ginger, maybe some guy from the neighboring fraternities here to mock her? She quivered and shook and felt small and humiliated as she rinsed herself off.

Once she exited the shower, she checked for whatever clothes were left for her. Hanging on the bathroom door were a pair of her dress pants and sitting on the vanity area was…a pair of training pants?! Amanda fumed as she looked at the somewhat embarrassing gift. She wasn’t going to wear those! She got dressed and walked out, holding the babyish-looking medical garments.

Weirdly, the guy was standing right outside the bathroom door. “Why aren’t you wearing your trainers?” he asked.

“Because I’m an adult! Adults don’t wear diapers!” Amanda said.

The guy sighed and rolled his eyes. “Look, sweetheart, you don’t have to wear them, but right now you don’t know when you have to pee, and you’re going to have accidents without protection. I’m just trying to save you some embarrassment at the clinic.”

Amanda paused and looked at the training pants in her hand. They looked very ugly, like diaper versions of granny panties with a huge bulky pad where the crotch and bum sit. She felt a twinge in her bladder, though, and started to remember all of the accidents she had that day. Reluctantly, she went back into the bathroom and re-emerged with the tell-tale padding poking out at her bum area.

“That’s much better, isn’t it?” the guy asked.

Amanda let out a sigh. “I’m just hoping they can figure out what’s wrong so I can explain all of this and get back to my life,” she said.

The guy led Amanda outside. “Look, the clinic is just down the road. You can walk with me or you can take your car if you know where to go.”

Amanda let out a sigh. “How about we both take my car, and you can show me where it is?” she suggested.

“Now that I think about it, that’s probably a better idea,” the tall guy responded. “I’m Todd by the way, and you are?”

“Amanda, Amanda Granger.”

“Nice to meet you, Amanda.”

Linda was watching the entire exchange and trying not to giggle at how ridiculously smooth Todd, a Tweener, was when interacting with the non-regressed Littles. Poor little Amanda was practically eating out of his hand!

The scientists finally contacted her earlier that day. She quickly explained the trouble she observed with Amanda, and they agreed to intervene and take her to the new dimension early so that she could meet her caregivers, settle in, and hopefully recover from all of this unintended trauma.

She did actually try to save Amanda from her fate when she was finally contacted by someone responsible for the experiment, but of course, they told her they were not willing to cancel the experiment at this point. Amanda was already close enough to being completely diaper dependent to be transferred to their dimension and assigned to an Amazon caregiver for the remainder of the experiment, so stopping the experiment now would just be a waste of time.

Linda acted like she understood and didn’t press the issue. After all, it was at least a relief that Amanda was going to finally get a break. Those girls were especially mean, and she hoped they wouldn’t go unpunished. Todd was such a good sport. He did mention having some “treats” he could spike their food or drink with if he took care of Amanda in enough time to make it to the party. Linda actually found herself smiling at the idea, even though she usually hated to see Littles humiliated. These girls deserved it.

Most of that stuff worked after just a few seconds of being ingested, so there would be a good chance those mean girls would look like total buffoons. She hoped someone would be there to get it on camera. It would be fair payback for sharing the MeTube video. It looked like things were finally looking up for Amanda, at least a little.

Linda hated that she couldn’t convince them to cancel the experiment entirely, though. Littles who wound up in her dimension usually didn’t come back, and they sometimes regressed so far that they forgot their past lives. Continuing the experiment really wasn’t a perfect solution, especially with their little test subject’s deep insecurities and emotional instability. If she was humiliated by having a few accidents in public and cried about being treated like a baby now, how would she react when it became her life in the other dimension?

She was hoping they’d at least found Amanda a good patient caregiver. Of course, she was assured by the scientists that Amanda would be under wonderful care, but Linda knew that Littles were little more than pets to most Amazons, and a “caring household” could mean lots of things for Littles that it wouldn’t mean for Amazons. Littles could be adopted by daycares and taken care of by robots, having little to no human contact. Littles could be illegally sold to Little mills where they would be bred and their offspring would be sold. Littles could be admitted to “etiquette schools” where they’d have their teeth removed and be conditioned to act just like babies before being sold to often careless Amazon caregivers. There were some who treated Littles as little more than living dolls. Linda shuddered just thinking about it. She really hoped they found decent Amazons to care for the Littles who agreed to participate in the experiment.

“Ow,” Amanda said. Linda turned her attention back to the camera feed, courtesy of a hidden camera in Todd’s shirt collar. Amanda was getting her reflexes taken and going through the motions of a general physical. Todd pretended to whisper something to the doctor, and now the doctor was asking her questions about a urinary tract infection and getting details about her incontinence, when did it start? How frequent is it? Things like that. It all looked like a very standard examination.

The only difference was the doctor was from Linda’s dimension and was actually helping prepare Amanda for transfer. The scientists planned to intercept her at the clinic and take her to the transfer location under the pretense of helping her with her incontinence. It was a bit underhanded and sneaky, but at least it would give the girl some relief from the bullies and the trouble her newly developing diaper dependency was causing for her.

Amanda cringed as she found herself answering embarrassing question after embarrassing question about her bathroom habits. Todd of course stayed in the room, the doctor claiming that Todd was actually one of the medical students in training, and he needed to observe their interactions so that he could understand some of the procedures the doctor was doing. This would all be okay if Amanda hadn’t met Todd at her house prior to all of this, but she did, and right now, this whole scenario was leaving her feeling violated.

They used a little machine on her to take pictures of her bladder and try to pinpoint where the incontinence was coming from. They determined that whatever was causing it wasn’t induced by poisons like she feared, and that would have been a relief, except they hinted that they had no idea what was causing it or how to stop it!

They also got a good look at what was happening when her bladder decided to release and make her wet her pull-up. Amanda just lay there watching the screen show urine draining from her bladder as she felt the warm wetness soak into the padding under her crotch. All she could do was smile sheepishly when the people in the room asked her if she felt better after she finished. It was extremely embarrassing!

The whole examination took a few hours, and she was signed up for a number of procedures, including removing all of her body hair. She didn’t really want to argue with this one, because girls were supposed to look better with no body hair anyway, but she wondered if it would hurt when they removed it from her more eh-hum sensitive areas.

She was soon wheeled into a room, stripped out of all of her clothes, directed to remove any metal from her skin, and put into a tunnel-like device. Amanda gasped as she saw a giant red light coming toward her; it looked scary. She closed her eyes, not sure what to expect. A few seconds of extreme heat later, it was all over. She was pulled out of the tunnel-like device, allowed to put her clothes back on, and given a fresh pull-up.

Amanda looked at her skin with a sense of wonder. There was no hair anywhere on her body! There was none on her legs, arms, neck, face, or privates. The only place that still had hair was her head. She smiled at the doctors as she was wheeled back into the examination room.

Linda was still watching the screen. They were pulling off this charade pretty nicely, and Amanda didn’t seem suspicious of very much. Unbeknownst to Amanda, the reason the examination was taking so long was that the transport device was still being prepared. They needed to make sure it was calibrated correctly and tested well before they sent anyone through it. Without taking these steps, a test subject could wind up in a completely different dimension or even an entirely different plane of existence. As much fun as that was to fantasize about, it could be a nightmare if it actually happened.

Linda watched the doctor catheterize Amanda for a urine sample before sending her back into the lobby to wait while they got the results. Linda continued to listen to the doctor and Todd since the cameras were mostly off of Amanda for now.

“We aren’t going to be able to transfer her today,” the doctor informed Todd.

“Really? Why?” Todd asked.

“The researchers who run the portal had a problem today, and it would be dangerous to attempt a transfer without them unless it’s an absolute emergency. She’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

“Oh. I’ll…let her know you want her to come back tomorrow, then,” Todd said.

After leaving the doctor’s office, Todd put his head down and let out a long sigh. Linda shared the sentiment. Amanda was going to have to spend another night with those awful girls! She balled up her fist and lightly hit the console in frustration.

Amanda fidgeted in the lobby. Even though the catheter wasn’t kept in her, she couldn’t shake the idea that she needed to pee. She even went to the bathroom a few times to try to get rid of the feeling, but she couldn’t really push anything out.

Todd came back to the lobby. Amanda jumped when she saw him. “Hey, so, the doctor says you have a slight urinary tract infection. It may be the cause of your incontinence, but he wants to run some more tests tomorrow. How early can you get here?”

“I can be here first thing in the morning. I’ll just skip class. This is more important anyway,” Amanda replied.

Todd nodded. “Well, here’s your prescription for the antibiotics the doctor recommends; you’re free to go back home.”

Amanda took the script out of Todd’s hand, being careful not to snatch it this time. She then continued to awkwardly stare at Todd.


“Do you need a ride or something? Is your shift over, just beginning?” Amanda offered.

Todd gave an uncomfortable laugh. “Florence Nightingale Syndrome much, Amanda? No, I’m fine. I have some work to catch up on here, and I’m pretty sure a grown girl like you doesn’t need an escort. Go home!” Todd said.

“Okay…if you’re sure,” Amanda said.

“I’m sure. Go home. Oh, and don’t forget to get that prescription filled!”

Amanda felt decidedly better than she did this morning as she got into her car. There actually were people on this campus who cared! She felt a small shiver of pleasure as she thought about how open and vulnerable she had been and somehow nothing bad had happened.

She made a quick stop to get her prescription filled, which was thankfully uneventful except for some slight giggling by the pharmacy assistants. She was surprised when she not only received a bottle of antibiotics but also a large white box of…something. She wasn’t exactly sure. Maybe she’d find out what it was tomorrow?

She entered the parking lot for the sorority houses. Still empty. Everyone must have been at that party. She took a deep breath and walked into the house with a little confidence and spring in her step.

It was too early to go to bed, and it didn’t look like her mattress was back from being cleaned anyway, so she decided to spend time in the common area. She retrieved her laptop computer and went to one of the tables. The first website she checked was MeTube to find out if the video had been removed. Clicking on the link finally brought up a “video unavailable” message. She sat back and sighed in relief. Maybe this nightmare was finally ending?


Oh… if she only knew! Looking forward to this continuing!


Looking forward to the story continuing!

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Hi Nicole,

Thanks for your critique. No, I guess I don’t really know the dynamics of a mean girl clique that well, as I was usually the one on the receiving end of the bullying, not the giving, and as for it not being realistic, I think you might want to look up hazing stories that have led people to commit suicide before you decide that. Yes, the girls were harsh, and yes, I didn’t have any bystanders coming in and standing up for her, because if the girl is enough of an outcast, those people simply do not show up. Bystanders would be too afraid to put their own reputations at risk for someone they don’t know well enough, lest they become targets themselves. Think about other bullying situations, like a toxic work environment, for example. Everyone wants to kiss up to the boss and her favorites because they are afraid of what she may do to them if they don’t. Standing up could mean losing their reputations or even their jobs; it’s not a situation you want to find yourself in, for sure, but there are no easy answers to this problem. A lot of people just leave if they’re financially able to do so, but the others who can’t afford to, for whatever reason, learn to put their heads down and conform to survive.

Plus, I’d like to point out that most of this is from Amanda’s point of view. Even when I switch viewpoints and focus on the people watching her for the experiment, it’s still more or less focused on what is happening to her. Maybe someone did stand up behind the scenes and say something about the bullying, but we’ll never know that, will we? Amanda is pretty much socially rejected by this group, but she blames herself and doesn’t know that the best thing to do is to leave them and allow herself to heal. It’s a lot like an abusive relationship of sorts, really, and yes, these kinds of dynamics were very common in public schools once upon a time, so I don’t think it’s much of a stretch to apply this behavior to college freshmen.

I do appreciate the feedback, though, and I agree with you on some points, such as this is probably somewhat oversimplified. All of this probably wouldn’t realistically take place over something this minor. Ginger and Amanda apparently have some history that I haven’t covered that makes Ginger want to make Amanda suffer for some reason. I guess I need to include a chapter from her point of view to give you an idea that what’s happening from Amanda’s POV isn’t the full story. Writing motives for Ginger, though, would be more complicated than just leaving it as Amanda’s POV, even though we’re pretty clear by now that she is kind of an unreliable narrator, because she doesn’t see how her own actions contributed to this, and again, I didn’t really write those parts because I didn’t want to make the story too complicated. I do appreciate the feedback, though.


I think your main complaint was that I didn’t sample the emotions well enough to make the story feel realistic. Amanda wouldn’t be just a little perturbed in this situation, she would be questioning her reality and validity as an individual and maybe even contemplating suicide. I realize, however, that I didn’t go into a lot of detail as to why she continues to stay with the girls and put up with the way they’re treating her. What I wrote felt pretty realistic to me, though, even though I left a few parts out and could have done a better job describing Amanda’s emotions and the events that led up to them.

I also agree that the premise for the bullying is a bit flimsy. Girls have been bullied for a lot less, however, and it’s mostly a case of gang mentality and individuals not fully understanding the damage their actions cause, especially in cases of cyberbullying. More often than not, the victims blame themselves and don’t see any clear way out, so they just put up with the treatment to some extent, and, yes, it is damaging to a person. I’ve never experienced it to such drastic degrees myself, though, so maybe the way I wrote it isn’t one-hundred-percent true to life. Other perspectives are always welcome, and I do appreciate your input as well as the input of others.

Disclaimer: It’s been brought to my attention that the bullying isn’t coming off as realistic. I apologize if this is a distraction or a disappointment for some of you. I may be willing to correct it and make the scenario more realistic later. I don’t really plan a lot when I write these things. I follow feelings and general concepts, and I realize it’s not perfect.

If you have any feedback about how I could make the bullying feel more realistic without much re-writing or making the story too complicated, feel free to let me know. Sorry if this story disappointed you guys.

Actually, no, you don’t get to dictate that. Both forms are perfectly acceptable.



Thanks again for the feedback. Yeah, I agree that the bullying kind of didn’t connect with the target audience in this particular story, I guess. This was kind of intended to be teen drama turned up to eleven, but in real life, these issues are multi-faceted and fairly complicated. I didn’t go into detail about whether or not Amanda had an easy or difficult home life, and I didn’t explain if the bullying just started once she got to college or if she was bullied a good portion of her life and college is one of the final straws.

Also, I apologize if I didn’t make this clear, but forced humiliation is the segment of this genre that I usually write in when I write in it. I enjoy exploring the darker side of humanity and playing with worst-case scenario hypotheticals. I’m still learning a bit, though, as far as what connects well with audiences vs. what doesn’t. Since this is fiction, there’s room to play with scenarios and emotions more than if this were happening in real life.

I’d like to say that it gets better once she settles into her new life, but where would the fun in that be? A good story needs conflict, and PPP’s Diaper Dimension is a place with multiple possibilities. I do plan to give Amanda a little break, though, before we jump into the real adventure.

I do appreciate the feedback, though, from you and everyone else who has commented.

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Nicole and everyone,

Thanks again for the feedback, and yeah, movies and TV may kind of miss the mark with bullied characters because they can’t (or don’t) provide all of the background necessary to understand the character’s perspective perfectly, but it doesn’t mean they can’t still provide often thoughtful commentary on the subject with what they do sample.

Plus, this was the idea in my head; I’m probably going to see it through to its conclusion and maybe go back and revise it if necessary once I finish the story. It’s easier to do that than to go back and make corrections every time someone doesn’t agree with something. I’ll admit, however, that my understanding of human psychology isn’t perfect, so my characters probably won’t be, either.

The idea with this version of Amanda, though, is that she’s pretty much a rejected child. I could go into what exactly’s going on with her and why, but the gist of it is that she frequently questions her validity as a person (like almost all of my protagonists do) due to many years of being neglected, mistreated, and emotionally (and possibly physically) abused. She has a tendency to blame herself when other people criticize her or bully her, because she just expects it and her befriending Ginger didn’t help, because Ginger tried to control and manipulate her when she found out she could, and when that didn’t work, she turned on her (as far as why, I’m not sure. I haven’t really figured out Ginger’s motives; she seems like something of a sociopath, really). Amanda hasn’t really gotten a break or been socialized well enough to understand how to tell real friends from people who just use her (and I realize I didn’t include much of that in the story so far, but that’s like a pattern with most of the protagonists I create; they’re not from stable backgrounds and come with a lot of baggage already that makes them kind of act in somewhat irrational ways). Once the bullying is over, the story will probably focus a little on healing Amanda or at least giving her more confidence before she faces the next leg of the adventure. If you don’t like the bullying, you can skip over it after I get the rest of the story written.

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That was horrible. I nearly killed myself in highscool because of similar stuff. Only it was because people found out i was into BDSM when i was 15. Pretty hard to make friends when youre that disgusting “slut” who like it up the ass and getting spanked.

treating people like that isnt fun or Naughty. Its soul destroying.