Re: Tales from the Bureau [Diaper Dimension]
“I have to pee.” Sandy blushed as Michelle rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
Michelle groaned, “That’s it? You have to pee?” She flopped back down onto her back, “Just pee!”
“Come on Mitch, help me get to the toilet.” Sandy squirmed a bit as she tried to climb out of the crib.
“You can’t go to the toilet.” Michelle sighed, “Here is why: A. You can’t climb out of the crib, B. You can’t get out of the room, C. If you wake Buster up he will bark like a motherfucker, D. You can’t open the bathroom, E. The toilet is too big for you, and F. Mommy and Daddy can hear us right now.”
“Goodnight girls.” Stuart’s voice came out of the baby monitor on the dresser.
“But I have to pee!” Sandy protestsed.
“You will get a change in the morning.” Stuart sighed.
“Dear, I got this.” Laurel’s rather sleepy voice could be heard on the monitor. Within a few minutes the door to the nursery opened and the lights slowly brightened.
“Mommy!” Michelle groaned and covered her head with a blanket.
“Hush.” Laurel looked over at Sandy as she squirmed around. Her arms gripping the bars of the crib, “It’s okay sweetie.” she said as she started to pick Sandy up.
“Take me to the toilet!” She whimpered. The girl squirmed around in laurel’s grasp.
“Sandy, this is something you need to get used to.” She rubbed the girls back and sat down in a rocking chair, “Just relax and let it go, all diapers get changed.”
“No! No! No!” Sandy shook her head as she struggled to hold back her bladder. It felt like the pressure had increased drastically from when she first woke up, “Did you fucking drug me?!” She groaned and held her gut.
“Not at all dear.” Laurel sighed and grabbed a pacifier from inside a cupholder on the side of the highchair, “Amazon breast milk just helps to clean out littles’ systems.”
“You gave me boob milk!?” Sandy yelled as she blushed even deeper that she was already.
“Yes, all your bottles are my breast milk.” Laurel kept rubbing Sandy’s back, “Do you not like it?”
Sandy bit her lower lip a bit. She didn’t hate the milk, she actually quite liked it, “No.” Sandy whimpered as she felt the gates about to burst.
“Just let go Sandra, I will change you.” She reassured the little.
Sandra felt her body screaming to let go while her mind and over twenty years of using the toilet was screaming at her to keep it in. In the end her body won. Sandy felt a few tears well up as she wet herself for the first time in nearly twenty years. She could feel a puddle forming right under her rear only for it to quickly disappear and be replaced by another puddle only for that puddle to be absorbed by the diaper. The cycle continued until her diaper felt squishy and warm, “D-done.” Sandy managed to mutter.
“That’s such a good girl, going pee pee in her didee like a good baby.” Laurel smiled and sat the girl on her knee.
Sandra squeaked as the wet diaper was pressed against her crotch and a wave of pleasure started to make its way through her body, “L-laurel!” She blushed and bit her lower lip as the pleasure started to subside.
Laurel smirked, she knew exactly what she was doing, “I think someone likes their didees a bit more than they are letting on.”
Sandy shook her head, “D-do not!”
“Come on sweetie.” Laurel smiled and carried her over to the changing table, “Lets get you nice and clean.” She let out a yawn as she got all the supplies and started to clean Sandy up, “After this it’s right back to bed, we have a busy busy day.”
Sandy nodded a bit as Laurel wiped her down, “Cold!” She squirmed around.
“You get used to it!” Michelle called out from the crib.
Laurel nodded in agreement as she sprinkled some baby powder on the girls crotch and taped up a new night diaper, “There we go, all fresh and clean.” She smiled and set Sandy back in the crib, “Goodnight, again.” She said before turning off the lights and shutting the door behind her.
“You are such a fucking pervert.” Michelle giggled and playfully punched Sandy in the arm.
“Oh fuck you.” She blushed and punched back, “You probably hump your stuffed animals!”
Michelle blushed, “I…”
“Oh my god you do!” Sandy smirked, “And you call me a perv.” She laughed and hugged Michelle.
“I said goodnight!” Laurel’s stern voice came through, “I don’t want to hear a peep out of either of you until tomorrow!”
“Yes, ma’am.” The two littles grumbled.
“Good, now sleep.”
Michelle smiled and embraced Sandy as the two tried to fall back asleep. It took Sandy a bit to calm down from the teasing that Laurel had done. Sandy’s mind was full of thoughts, “Do I actually like diapers? Is this because of Mommy’s milk? Did I just call Laurel Mommy?” She sighed a bit, eventually her thoughts started to blur and the girl fell asleep in the arms of her crib mate.
Six Hours Later
Sandy groaned as a foul smell entered her nostrils, “What’s that smell? Did Rick burn the damn MREs again?” she yawned and started to stretch and noticed that Michelle was squatting down on the other end of the crib. She was hanging onto the side and her face was all scrunched up, “Mitch, are you shitting yourself?” Sandy stared in disbelief as Michelle’s already super thick diaper expanded a bit more.
“What? I poop every morning!” She stuck her tongue out and started to stand upright. The diaper causing a large gap between her legs.
Sandy held her nose, “I can smell you over here. Fuck me, when that opens.” she groaned and covered her head with the blanket, “Just get fucking changed!”
“I will…when Mommy or Daddy come in.” She said as she started to crawl over to Sandy.
“You mean they don’t change you when you want?” Sandy poked her head out of the blanket with a slightly scared look on her face.
“When I first came here yeah, but after a few days they said I had to get used to staying in a used diaper for a bit until they check.” She said as she promptly sat down.
“Fuck Mitch, that is disgusting.”
“Says the girl that got horny with her huggies last night.” She stuck her tongue out as Stuart entered the room and immediately stepped back a bit.
“Woah, someone really needs a diaper change.” Stuart held his nose and walked over to the crib, “Alright, which one of you is it?”
Sandy blushed and pointed to Michelle, “Not me.”
Michelle giggled and pointed to Sandy, “It was her.”
Sandy shook her head and kept blushing, “No it wasn’t!”
Stuart sighed and picked Sandy up, “I’ll just check you first.” Stuart set her on the table and undid the crotch snaps on the girl’s onesie before feeling the diaper, “Nope, you’re clean. So then Michelle must be the stink bug.” He said and set Sarah back in the crib before picking Michelle up, “Yep, you really stink.”
Michelle giggled a bit and kicked her legs, “I’m not stinky.”
“Yes you are.” He laid her down on the changing table, “Good thing we put you in a waddler.” Stuart removed the girl’s nightie, “Alright, this is going to be fun.” He sighed and slowly began to untape Michelle’s diaper.
Sandy gagged as the smell from Michelle’s diaper was amplified. She held her nose and groaned, “Mitch, you fucking stink!”
“Sandy, this is your last warning. If you keep using that language you will get a silencer put in your mouth and if you keep using naughty language its a spanking.” Stuart said as he started to wipe Michelle’s rear.
“Yes sir.” She grumbled as she held her nose shut to try and block out Michelle’s fumes, “I’m not doing that.”
“Yes you will.” Stuart sighed as he kept wiping her, “I think we need to get you those scent blocking diapers.”
Michelle shook her head, “I’m not that stinky!”
“Yes you are.” Stuart smiled as he finally finished wiping, “There we go.” He said as he started to powder Michelle’s rear.
“I want a princess diapee!” Michelle smiled, “Please?”
“Since you said please.” He smiled and got a thick pink diaper that appeared to have ruffles on the butt, out from the shelves in the changing table.
“Um, when can I get out of this diaper? It’s a bit thick.” Sandy stood up, gripping the bars of the crib for support.
“You get a new diaper when you get changed.” Stuart said as he slid the princess diaper under Michelle’s rear and taped it up. The diaper wasn’t as thick as the one Sandy was wearing, “We don’t like wasting diapers here.” He said as he placed Michelle’s old diaper in a plastic bag and dropped into into a nearby diaper pail.
“W-what?!” Sandy looked down at the diaper bulge in her onesie, “That’s not fair!”
“Dear, its simple. If you need a new diaper, you get a new diaper.” He rolled his eyes and took Michelle’s nightie off, “Alright, let’s get you into a nice pretty dress.” He walked over to the closet and looked through some clothes, “Hmmmm, ah here we go.” Stuart got out a ruffled blue dress, “You haven’t worn this in ages.” Stuart smiled.
Michelle pouted, “I don’t like that dress.”
“What don’t you like about it? Grandma and Grandpa got it for you in Galice.”
“I don’t like it!” Michelle pouted more.
“Well, you are wearing it.” Stuart rolled his eyes and started to dress Michelle.
“No no no!” Michelle raised her voice and kicked at Stuart a bit.
“Hey, that is very bad.” He scolded Michelle, “You know better than that.”
Michelle stuck her tongue out, “I want my princess dress!”
“Its too cold out for that.” He sighed as he reached under the changing table and pulled out a hairbrush, “You know better than to kick Daddy and raise your voice.”
Michelle went pale, “No no no no!” She whimpered and tried to back up.
“Michelle!” Stuart raised his voice, “Bad girls need to be punished.” He said as he started to untape Michelle’s diaper. Sandy watched on in horror as she saw the Amazon grab Michelle’s feet and lifted them up so that Michelle’s pale rear was exposed, “This hurts me as much as it hurts you.” He said and in two swift motions he brought the flat of the hairbrush against Michelle’s rear and raised it back up before delivering another strike. By the fifth strike Michelle was bawling her eyes out. By the tenth she had snot running down her face.
“Now then.” Stuart said as he put away the hairbrush and retaped Michelle’s diaper before picking her up and holding her close, “Daddy is sorry he had to do that.” He patted Michelle’s back and started to bounce up and down, “Shhhhhhhh, shhhhhhhhh.”
“Honey, everything okay in here?” Laurel said as she came through the door.
“Yes dear, Michelle decided it was a good time to kick me and yell because she didn’t want to wear the dress my parents got her.” Stuart said as he gave Michelle a pacifer.
“Bare hand or hairbrush?” She sighed and picked up Sandy who whimpered, “Shhhhhh, shhhhhh, its okay sweetheart. If you are a good girl you don’t get spankies.”
“Hairbrush, she knows better than to kick at me.” Stuart said as he started to dress Michelle in the blue dress.
“Dear…” She sighed, “Open hand would have been fine.” She rolled her eyes and picked up Sandy, who buried her face in Laurel’s shoulder, “Look at what you did, you scared Sandy.” She sighed and rubbed the girl’s back, “Its okay honey, if you’re a good girl that won’t happen to you.”
Sandy whimpered, “I’m a good girl.”
“That’s right.” Laurel smiled, “Now, let’s get you into a nice outfit.” She carried Sandy over to the wardrobe.
“I’m hungry.” She whimpered.
“Don’t worry. You and Michelle will get a bottle of formula during the car ride to the mall.” Laurel said as she started to look through the clothes, “What about this pretty dress?” Laurel smiled as she got out a pink dress that stopped just above the knees.
“It’s cold out.” Sandy murmured through Laurels cardigan sweater.
“That’s why you have pants silly.” She said as she set the dress’ coat hanger on the changing table’s railing, “Lets see, maybe some jeans?”
“I like jeans.” Sandy sniffled.
“Jeans it is.” She smiled and grabbed a pair of light blue jeans from a dresser and brought them to the changing table before laying Sandra down on the table.
“Can I get a new diaper please?” Sandy looked up at Laurel.
“Are you wet?” Laurel asked as she squeezed the front of the diaper, “No, and you aren’t messy.” She shook her head, “Afraid not, we don’t waste diapers here.”
“But it’s too thick!” Sandy groaned.
Laurel rolled her eyes, “You haven’t pooped yet so you need a thick diaper.” Laurel said as she started to dress Sandy.
“I’m not pooping my pants.” Sandy mumbled.
“Correct, you aren’t pooping your pants. You are pooping your diaper.” She smirked a bit as she helped Sandy into the dress. The jeans were a bit small on Sandy given that they were likely Michelle’s. The jeans did nothing to hide Sandy’s big diaper bulge.
Sandy grumbled, “Well, it’s not that bad.” She shrugged as Laurel picked her up so Stuart could finished dressing Michelle who had started to calm down.
“I-I want eggs.” Michelle sniffled and wiped her nose on Stuarts turtleneck.
“Thank you for that Michelle.” He smiled a bit, “You can have strawberry formula on the car ride to the mall, okay?”
“Okay.” She mumbled as Stuart put her in the blue dress from earlier, “You fed Buster and let him out?”
“Yep.” Laurel smiled as she bounced Sandy a bit, “He came in right before I came up.”
“Good. That seems like everything.” He smiled as he helped Michelle into some socks and orange sneakers.
“Where did you put Sandy’s shoes?” Laurel asked.
“All she had was combat boots. They are in the garage with Michelle’s rain boots.” Stuart said as he started to put diapers into a diaper bag.
“Alright alright, lets go get your shoes on.” She said as she grabbed a pair of socks from a drawer and carried Michelle down the stairs.
“Where are we going?” She clung to Laurel as she walked through the living room, attracting the attention of the Golden Retriever, Buster, who upon seeing the new little rushed over to Laurel and tried to sniff the new member of the family.
“Buster down!” Laurel commanded, to which Buster obliged. Laurel smiled at Sandy’s question, “It’s a surprise.”
“He’s very nice.” Sandy said as she looked at the dog while frowning to show her dislike of not being told where they were going.
“Do you wanna pet him?” She smiled and rubbed Buster’s head a bit.
“Yes please.” She blushed a tad bit.
“Its okay dear, he doesn’t bite.” She said as she knelt down so that Sandy could pet Buster.
“Hey Buster, I’m Sandy.” She hesitantly started to pet him. Buster panted a bit and licked Sandy’s hand which elicited giggles from the little, “He’s nice” She smiled.
“Yes he is.” She smiled, “Buster, go lay down.” Buster obeyed Laurel’s command and went off to his dog bed. Laurel carried Sandy through the kitchen and into a two car garage occupied by a silver SUV and a red sports sedan. The garage had shelving units on one side. Sandy could see a large container labeled, “BUSTER’S FOOD” along with several cases of water bottles, several folding chairs, and boxes upon boxes of diapers. In the corner of the garage between the shelving and the wall were several different strollers, all twin strollers. There was a black folding twin stroller, there was a grey twin running stroller, and there was a bright orange twin stroller that had skies on the back.
“Why are all the strollers for two?” She looked up at Laurel, “Did you fucking plan this?!” Sandy started to raise her voice which earned her a smack on the leg.
“Language, and no we did not. We got them when we first got Michelle. Stuart’s parents own a very successful restaurant on the northern side of town. They gave us most of Michelle’s nursery furniture and these strollers. Stuart thought they got us the twin sets because his parents wanted us to get a bigger tax break, but I know that they were secretly applying pressure for us to get a second little.” She said as she sat Sandy on a low shelf next to a box of diapers with a smiling little on the front, “Here we go.” She said as she picked up a pair of heavily worn combat boots, “Oh sweetie, we need to get you new shoes.” She said as she put the socks on Sandy’s feet.
“I can do it myself!” She yelled as she tried to take over from Laurel.
“Alright, alright, no need to yell.” She said as she put the boots next to Sandy.
“Thank you.” She sighed as she slipped the boots onto her feet and tied them. Sandy looked down and noticed the drop, six feet onto concrete, “Um… Can you help me please?” Sandy looked up at Laurel.
“Oh, so now you want help?” She chuckled and picked her up as Stuart entered the garage with Michelle on his hip and a diaper bag slung over his shoulder.
“All ready?” He said as he got a bottle full of light pink liquid and handed it to Michelle who happily started to suck on it, “You okay with vanilla Sandy?”
“Y-yeah, I’m okay with vanilla… It isn’t more boob milk is it!?” She said as she looked at Laurel and then at Stuart.
“No dear, as you can see, I’m not pink so I couldn’t make the milk that Michelle is drinking.” She cooed.
Sandy caught herself nodding in agreement, “Right.” She thought, “Pink milk comes from the pink cows… Wait, what? No, no, no. That isn’t right.” She started to shake her head as she was picked up and strapped into a pink car seat with a six point harness.
“There we go, nice and safe. Not too tight?” Laurel smiled at Sandy.
“No.” Sandy said as she tried to get comfortable. When she finally managed to get comfortable with the bean bag chair of a diaper beneath her she took note of the car’s interior. There were a few small toys like the ones from kids meals scattered about in the car, along with the crumbs of snacks long since eaten. On the back of the driver’s seat and front passenger’s seats were small television screens like the ones used to entertain kids on long car rides. Sandy was spending so much time looking around the car she didn’t even notice Michelle being strapped in to an orange car seat next to her.
“I wanna watch Yunno!” Michelle smiled as she was strapped into her carseat, seemingly forgetting her spanking from earlier. Her half empty bottle now resting in a cup holder on the seat
“Honey, why don’t you ask Sandy if she wants to watch anything?” Laurel smiled as she got into the front passenger seat with the diaper bag as Stuart loaded the black folding stroller into the trunk, “Almost forgot.” Laurel smiled as she got out a bottle of yellowish white liquid and handed it to Sandy, “Drink up dear.”
“What is it?” Sandy said as she gently shook the bottle.
“Breakfast formula, essentially a breakfast shake.” She smiled.
Michelle smiled and looked over at Sandy, “Do you want to watch anything?”
“Um, the only TV I’ve watched in this world was some documentary on the ocean the night before the festival.” Sandy shrugged as she kept looking over the bottle.
“Mommy! Turn on Yunno!” She giggled and kicked her legs before turning to Sandy, “You’re gonna like Yunno!”
“What’s the magic word?” Laurel looked back at Michelle.
“Good girl.” She smiled as Stuart got in the car and opened the garage door before getting into the car.
“Everyone all set?” He said as he started the engine with the press of a button and started to back out of the garage.
“Put Yunno on!” Michelle whined and kicked the air.
“In a second dear, let daddy pull out of the driveway.” Laurel patted Michelle’s head, “Sandy, is something wrong with the bottle?”
“No… I’m just not used to drinking from a bottle. Can I have one of those sippy cups?” She sighed a bit as Stuart reversed out of the driveway. Sandy looked out the window and saw the neighborhood she now lived in was a gated community complete with roving security patrols and a gate house.
“Those are for the table and only the table, sorry dear.” She smiled sympathetically at the girl as the SUV passed through the gatehouse, “Now, you wanted to watch Yunno right sweetie?”
“Yeah!” Michelle smiled widely.
“Alright.” She smiled as she taped a bit a touch screen just below the radio.
Sandy sighed and started to such on the bottle. The formula wasn’t as good as Laurel’s milk and it had an artificial taste to it, however, the vanilla flavour of the formula was quite good and Sandy started to suck it down.
Sandy watched the screen in front of her as a female little in a pink t-shirt and diaper waddled onto screen, “Hi everybody!” The little giggled, her blonde hair was braided into pigtails. Sandy tried to lean in closer, she could have sworn that she had seen that little before
“Hi Yunno!” Michelle smiled before taking a few sucks from her bottle.
“How is everyone doing today?” The little smiled as she twirled around.
“Good!” Michelle smiled and clapped.
Sandy’s eyes went wide, “Scarlet McCreary! Thats fucking Scarlet McCreary!” Sandy yelled.
Laurel frown and pinched Sandy’s cheek, “Language, and who is Scarlet McCreary? That’s Yunno.”
“McCreary was and up and coming singer songwriter actress triple threat during the invasion. She was supposed to be doing a USO show for us at the DMZ but we got word she was found dead in Honolulu.” Sandy said as she looked over at Michelle who had pursed her lips.
“Now that you mention it… yeah, she kinda does look like Scarlet. But that doesn’t make sense. This was almost a year before first contact with Amazonia, besides, they found a body that matched her DNA. No way that can be her.” She smiled, “Must be your imagination. Now watch Yunno, you are going to love it!” Michelle giggled before focusing her attention back on the screen in front of her.
“Alright, does everybody have their clean diapers on?” Yunno smiled and shook her rear for the camera, “All clean here.”
“I’m clean Yunno!” Michelle cheered before looking expectedly at Sandy, “Sandy, tell Yunno that you’re clean!”
“Do I have to?” Sandy groaned. Sandy was oblivious to Laurel recording the two littles with her smartphone.
“Yes!” Michelle pouted.
“Fine.” She grumbled and looked at the screen, “I-I’m clean Yunno.”
“Alright!” Yunno bounced about the screen, “Are you ready for an adventure!?”
“Yeah!” Michelle cheered and kicked her legs.
“Yeah.” Sandy blushed a bit. For some reason she found herself being drawn to the show as Yunno went on an adventure to find a pacifier that was supposed to taste like apples. Along the way Yunno met an Amazon she hadn’t met before who promised to help her find the pacifier, however, the Amazon was evil and tried to kidnap Yunno to be his little. As the program went on Sandy drank more and more from her bottle.
“NO! Look out Yunno!” Michelle and Sandy both exclaimed as Yunno ran away from the Amazon. Thankfully Yunno’s mommy, Monika, intervened and saved Yunno from the stranger.
Monika looked at the screen, “Remember, if you are lost and an Amazon you don’t know says they want to help you, yell NO and run away while yelled, stranger danger, stranger danger. Everyone say it with us now!”
“Stranger danger! Stranger danger!” Michelle and Sandy yelled out.
“Great job!” Monika smiled, “Now, when you are lost you can look for helpers and they will help you find your mommy or daddy!” Monika gestured and several Amazons stepped into screen. There was a police officer, a firefighter, and a store employee, “If you see any of these helpers you can go up to them and tell them that you are lost. They will help you find your mommy or daddy!” Monika smiled, “What do we say Yunno?”
“Bye bye!” The little giggled and waved as the credits started to roll.
“Here we are.” Stuart smiled as he pulled into a parking spot.
“Such good girls.” Laurel smiled and turned off the screens.
“What?!” Sandy looked around, “Where are we?”
Laurel unbuckled herself and stepped out of the car before opening Sandy’s door, “We are at the mall silly. You must’ve really liked Yunno.” She smiled and started to unbuckled the girl as Stuart got the stroller out from the trunk and unfolded it, “Thank you dear.” She smiled and set Sandy in one of the seats and buckled her in, “There we go, comfy?” She patted Sandy’s head.
“Yeah, I guess.” She sighed as Michelle was strapped in next to her, “Mitch, does… does Yunno always make car rides that quick?”
“Uh huh!” Michelle smiled as Stuart started to push the stroller towards the mall entrance. Sandy could see several other strollers being pushed towards the entrench along with a few littles on leashes.
“So I’m thinking that I’ll take Sandy to Sydney’s place and get her looked at while you and Michelle and shop for Festivus presents.” Stuart smiled as they entered the mall. Festive music played over the loudspeakers occasionally punctuated by the cry of a little.
“Do you wanna take the stroller?” Laurel said as she stopped in front of a directory. Sandy could just make out a few store names such as, Little Land, Diapers Plus, Bottle Barn, and Dave.”
“What’s Dave?” Sandy asked as she looked up at Laurel.
“A place where you can buy stuff purely because it looks cool and or fun.” Laurel chuckled. Dave was always Michelle’s favorite store to go to.
“I wanna go to Dave. I wanna go to Dave!” Michelle smiled widely.
“Alright, Laurel, you can take Michelle and the stroller and head down to Dave. I’ll take Sandy over to Sydney’s.” Stuart said as he unbuckled Sandy from the stroller and picked her up, “Ready to meet Sydney?” He smiled.
“Who is Sydney?” Sandy blushed a bit as she was picked up and set on Stuart’s hip.
“She is Michelle’s stylist. You will like her.” He smiled and carried her through the mall. As Stuart walked Michelle saw Laurel and the stroller disappear into the crowd of Amazons. After about a minute of walking Stuart walked up to a storefront that had the sign: Salon Petite Avec Sydney. Sandy could see that the whole salon was bustling with Amazons tending to littles in barber chairs, several were strapped down with silencers in their mouths and their Amazons trying to calm them down. Stuart smiled as he walked towards the front desk.
“Welcome to Salon Petite Avec Sydney, do you have an appointment.” The Amazon teen working the front desk sighed.
“No I do not.” Stuart said as he readjusted Sandy.
“Then I am afraid we cannot serve you today. If you want I can get you an appointment in about…” The Amazon tapped on a keyboard, “About three months.”
“Can I speak with Sydney please?” Stuart smiled knowingly.
“Sir, Sydney is very busy today so I will have to ask you to leave.” The teen sighed.
“Director Crimson! What is The Bureau’s guard dog doing at my humble establishment.” A female fifteen footer with fiery red hair in a pixie cut walked through the salon towards the front. The mention of a Director from The Bureau sent every single Amazon’s gaze right towards Stuart and Sandy. Sandy buried her face in Stuarts shoulder.
“Just got Michelle a sister Sydney. Want her to look nice and pretty for the Festivus party.” Stuart bounced Sandy a bit, “Sandra, say hi to Ms.Sydney.”
“Sandra, that is such a pretty name.” Sydney smiled and felt Sandy’s hair, “Oh my, where did you get her?”
“Candidate, it was a rather… spur of the moment decision.” He patted her back, “Mind if we get a private session?”
“Not at all, follow me.” Sydney smiled as she walked towards a door labeled, “PRIVATE” and held the door open for Stuart.
“Thank you very much Sydney.” He walked through the door as the salon went back to normal. Once they were through the door Sandy took her face out of Stuart shoulder and saw something that terrified her: a solid black tube.
“W-w-whats that?” She pointed to the tube.
“That’s the redesigner sweetie.” Sydney smiled, “It can change your features right now to the microscopic level, of course it’s not plastic surgery, but it’s pretty close. So, what do we wanna do today, sir?” She smiled as Sandy started to squirm a bit.
“No, no!” She teared up out of fear, “I like how I am right now!” she said as she tried to get away.
“Shhhhh, shhhhhhhh. Sandy, look at Daddy.” Stuart held her close, “Im not changing how you look, I’m just gonna have Sydney make your skin nice and smooth and maybe change your hair color, okay?” Stuart rubbed her back.
“B-but I like being blonde.” She sniffled.
“I know, I know, but your face is plastered all over the internet after what happened at the festival. It’s safer for the family if we do this, okay?”
“Oh shit, I thought I saw her somewhere.” Sydney’s eyes went wide, “Wait, you made one of your agents enter littlehood?”
“It’s more complicated than that Sydney, just get her prepped and into the redesigner please.” He handed the girl off to Sydney.
“Alright alright.” She smiled at Sandy, “Don’t worry Sandy, I’m not going to hurt you.” She turned to stuart, “Any changes today?”
“Nope.” He shook his head.
“Plugs it is.” She sighed and carried Sandy over to a changing table, “Just relax sweetie.”
“Plugs.” Sandy squirmed a bit.
“It’s just to make sure you don’t make a mess in the redesigner.” She laid the girl down and started to undress her until she was just in a diaper, “Oh my, you have quite a bit of ink… everywhere.” Sydney then got out two plugs, one small, long, and white and one big, black, and with a flared end. Sydney proceed to untape Sandy’s diaper, “Stuart, why is she in a night diaper?”
“She woke up dry, you know I don’t waste diapers!” Stuart rolled his eyes, “Put her back in that one when your done?”
“You are such a cheapskate!” She yelled as she put some lube on the big black plug.
“Only when it comes to diapers.” Stuart retorted.
“Will it hurt?” Sandy whimpered.
“No sweetie, now deep breath.” She said before inserting the black plug into Sandy’s rear which elicited a yelp from the little, “Now for the other one.” She cooed as she started to insert the small thin plug into Sandy’s urethra.
“Is that it?” She whimpered.
“Yes, you were very brave.” She smiled and carried the girl towards the tube and slid the top half off revealing a pair of restraints at both ends with a few cushioned cloth straps running along the inside of the tube.
“Nope, nope nope!” Sandy shook her head as she was put into the restraints, “This is not happening!”
“Just calm down sweetums, I will put on Yunno for you, does that sound good?” Sydney cooed as she made sure the restraints were tight but not too tight.
“Yunno?” Sandy smiled a bit, “Wait, why am I so happy about Yunno?” She thought to herself.
“Yes, Yunno. Now, be a good girl.” She smiled and slide the top of the tube back on. Within a few minutes Yunno appeared on a screen in front of Sandy’s face.
Stuart sighed a bit as Sydney walked over to the controls, “Surprised she didn’t give you too much trouble.”
Sydney smirked a bit, “Its my perfume, scientifically proven to calm littles.” She started to press buttons, “Sealing designer.” She said as the two parts of the tube sealed together, “Scanning.” A purple light was seen through the small crack between the parts. Sandy didn’t care, she was focused on Yunno’s adventure at the beach. Soon a 3-D image of Sandy was projected next to the controls, “Lots of ink, all gone?”
Stuart sighed and looked over the projection, “All but those memorial tattoos on her arm, I can’t do that to a fellow soldier.”
Sydney nodded, “I can respect that. Mind if I save these designs? There is quite a bit of good art here.”
“Go ahead.” He nodded.
“Alrighty.” She smiled and tapped some buttons. Soon a red light appeared in the crack and moved back and forth. One by one the tattoos on the projection disappeared except for a small cluster on Sandy’s right shoulder, “I assume you want me to rework her skin?”
“Yep, no acne, no body hair, and smooth as a little’s bottom.” He said as he watched the projection.
“Yes sir.” She said and continued to tap away on the console causing a yellow light to moved through the crack, “And what about hair?”
“Lets do… long and black. I will let you style it afterwards.”
“Perfection.” She smiled and tapped on a screen before a blue light moved through the crack, “All that’s left is to let her sit for a bit while the machine does the fine tuning. So, care to explain why the festival’s shooter is diapered?”
Markus groaned as his cell phone awoke him from his deeply slumber. He had planned on sleeping in and going to the grocery store to stock up on food. Unfortunately, it seems that someone else had a differant plan.
“Hello?” Markus yawned as he answered.
“Markus, it’s Charles. Listen, the railroad has an assignment for you. Get up and meet me at the corner of 5th and Elm in thirty minutes.” The voice on the other side said before hanging up.
Markus groaned and rolled out of bed, “Crap.” He stretched and went take a quick shower. After his shower, Markus grabbed a bowl of Oatmeal and threw on some clean clothes. Soon he was out the door and walked towards the spot where Charles wanted him.
“About time you got here.” Charles said as he looked at his watch. Charles had a messenger bag which he threw to Markus, “Here.”
Markus fumbled to catch the bag, “What is this?”
“Documents needed for the next batch. It is vital that these get to the the bakery at The Square of Memories, Bread by the Dozen.” Charles smiled, “Do not let ANYONE stop you or take the bag from you. Those documents mean life and death for littles we are smuggling in. If you are compromised… I don’t know you.” He said as he started to walk away and soon disappeared into a crowd.
“Wait! Charles!” He yelled, but it was futile as Charles had merged with the crowd, “Fuck!” He groaned and shouldered the bag before setting off towards the center of town which was a good mile and a half away, “Why me, why me? Why entrust a newbie with this kinda stuff?” He grumbled as he walked. Soon Markus neared the bakery and was only a half block away, that was until he heard something that made his skin crawl.
“Help me, help me.” Markus heard a voice croak out from an alleyway.
“H-hello?” Markus asked as he peered into the alley. What he say startled him, an Amazon sitting against the wall of the alley with blood all over their face, “oh my god!” Markus gasped as he rushed over to the Amazon, “What happened to you?”
“I got jumped.” The Amazon coughed.
“O-okay! Let me call the police and they will send help.” Markus said as he fumbled with phone.
“No need for the police.” The Amazon said as he batted the phone out of Markus and grabbed his hand as a little emerged from the shadows behind Markus and covered his mouth.
“Well, well well. What do we have here?’ The little smirked as he reached for Markus’ bag.
Markus’ eyes went wide and he struggled against the little, “NO!” He yelled out and bit the hand of the little as he struggled against the Amazon.
“Bastard.” The little growled, “Just give us the bag and you can go on your way.”
“Bastards.” He growled and headbutted the Amazon.
“Bitch!” The Amazon yelled in pain and held his nose allowing for Markus to sprint out of the alley and down the street.
Markus didn’t stop running until he reached the Bakery. The minute he stepped in his exhaustion turned to anger, and his face twisted into a frown all because of who he saw sitting at a table snacking on a sandwich, Charles.
“Ah, Markus. Good job.” Charles smiled and stood up.
“Charles, the fuck?!” He yelled as he pushed the messenger bag into his hands, “What was all of that?!”
“A test.” He smirked, “To see if you can be trusted and it seems you passed with flying colors.”
“So, those muggers where…”
“Members of the railroad.” He smiled and shouldered the bag.
“Shit.” Markus bit his lip.
“What did you do?” Charles asked.
“I may have broken one of their noses.” he sighed as he sat down.
Sandy was smiling widely as the redesigner slid open. Yunno’s beach adventure was so fun to watch, she even learned about water safety, but something inside of her was yelling, “You already know that Marine!”
“She looks amazing Sydney.” Stuart smiled as Sydney helped Sandy out of the restraints
“Yunno should still be in her system for a few minutes. Want me to put her in one of the dresses so you can take some pictures to send to Laurel? I’ll take the plugs out and rediaper her afterwards.” She smiled and picked the girl up, gently brushing away some of the newly black hair away from Sandy’s eyes.
“Sure.” He smiled as he watched Sydney dress the girl in a seafoam dress with white lace trimming in front of a large light up mirror, “She looks beautiful.” He walked towards her, “Hey Sandy.”
“Daddy?” She smiled and turned around to face Stuart. Her new black hair glistened in the light, her skin soft and pale like a newborn baby’s without a blemish in sight.
“Hey there princess, how are you doing?” He smiled, “I like your new hair.”
She giggled a bit, “Thank you daddy.”
Sydney smiled and took a few pictures, “Gotta love Yunno Goes to the Beach. Puts them in just the right mental state.” She smiled.
“Best investment The Bureau has ever made right there.” He smiled as Sandy started to rub her eyes.
“She shouldn’t be coming out of it that quickly.” Sydney said with a slight panic in her voice.
“She served in the military, she must have had some mental training.” Stuart sighed
“W-where am I?” Sandy yawned as she rubbed her eyes.
“Hey Sandy, did you enjoy Yunno.” Stuart smiled and rubbed her back.
“Yeah, it was nice.” She said as she opened her eyes and saw her reflection, “Wha-wha-what, who is that?” She started to tremble.
“Sandy, just calm down.” He sighed as Sandy started to touch her face.
“Is this me, IS THIS FUCKING ME!?” Sandy started to hyperventilate.
“Sandy, listen to me sweetheart just calm down.” Stuart said as he got a bit nervous.
“No, no, no, no.” Sandy started shake her head, “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?” She screamed as tears ran down her face.
“Sweetie, just calm down.” Stuart said as Sydney moved to give him a silencer pacifier.
“No.” She looked up at him and with tears streaming down her face delivered a right hook directly to Stuart’s cheek. The punch wasn’t that powerful by Amazon standards but it still knocked him off balance long enough for Sandy to make a break for it.
“Alright, stop right there!” Sydney said as she got a pole with a leather U at the end off a hook on the wall.
“Why the fuck do you have that?!” Sandy yelled as she made for the door.
“For situations like this.” She said as she tried to pin Sandy but the little kept evading the pole.
“SANDRA BOUVARDIA CRIMSON!” Stuart roared as he got back onto his feet, “GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!”
“FUCK YOU!” Sandra screamed as she started to push the door open.
“Gotcha.” Sydney smirked a bit as she thrust the pole at Sandy, pinning her by the neck to the door, “Got her Stuart.”
Sandra growled and screamed as she was pinned, however, The extra force from the thrust had opened the door to the point that Sandra fell backwards and rolled away before hopping to her feet. However, when she looked around she saw that every single Amazon in the salon was staring right at her, “GET OUT OF MY WAY!” She screamed and bolted for the exit.
“Get her!” Sydney yelled as she barreled out of the private room with Stuart right behind her. All of the Amazons in the room started to form a wall between Sandra and the door.
“FUCK YOU!” Sandra yelled as she ran right towards the exit, ducking and rolling in between Amazon legs and the barber chairs containing either crying or shocked littles. Sandy managed to get to the front desk and the only person blocking her was the teen working the front desk.
“Alright you little shit, this ends now.” She smirked and dove for Sandy who sidestepped and ran into the mall proper.
“SANDRA! GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!” Stuart roared in anger load enough for the Amazons outside the store entrance and beyond to hear.
“Where the fuck did we come from?” She thought as the tears streamed down her face, “Fuck!” She screamed as she started to run in a random direction. She had to dodge in between Amazons and leashed littles as she sprinted through the mall. Amazon security guards soon joined the chase, several of them had those poles with the leather Us on them and one had a baton, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” She yelled as Amazons started to block paths. The crowd was becoming too dense. She saw a path no one was blocking, a service corridor! She ran down the corridor only to be met with a door locked with a key card scanner.
“SANDRA!” Stuart yelled as he walked towards her with the security guards behind him. Stuarts face was red with anger with sweat beads on his forehead.
“BRING IT!” Sandra yelled back and got into a fighting stance with fists raised. In the grand scheme of things challenging people over twice her size to a fight, especially since some of them were armed was not the smartest choice, but it was either that or go quietly, and Sandra did not want to go quietly.
The fight (if you can call it that) was rather one sided with Stuart grabbed her now long hair and subduing her. By pinning her to the floor with his hand. The security guards handed Stuart three things: A silencer pacifier which was promptly shoved into Sandra’s mouth and inflated, a pink straight jacket that Stuart set aside, and an incredibly large bright orange diaper that was thicker than Michelle’s waddler diaper. Stuart flipped Sandy onto her back and took out the two plugs, which he handed to Sydney. Stuart quickly diapered her and then put her into the straight jacket, all while Sandy was screaming and thrashing about. Stuart easily overpowered Sandy and strapped her into the straight jacket. The thick diaper around the girl’s waist was more like a beanbag chair than a diaper.
“Excuse me sir, you and your little need to come with us. We need to fill out an incident report.” A security guard told Stuart.
“Yes, yes of course.” Stuart sighed loudly as he picked up Michelle, “You are in so much trouble when we get home!” Stuart followed the police officers to the security office, as they walked he could hear other Amazons whispering to each other, some were even taking pictures of him holding his heavily restrained yet still thrashing little.
“You can put her in here.” The security guard gestured to playpen with a lid.
“Thank you.” He sighed and set Sandy into the playpen before shutting the lid, “I am so sorry.” He sat down in front of the security guard’s desk, “She has never acted like this before.”
“Director Crimson, a little running amok and being a menace is a serious issue.” The guard said as he started to fill out paperwork.
‘“Yes sir. I know.” He looked down at the floor as Laurel arrived, pushing Michelle in the stroller with many shopping bags hanging on the handles.
“Stuart, what happened? I saw you being escorted over here and…” She said before gasping at the sight of the thrashing about Sandy, “Oh my god!”
“Sandra here decided to go absolutely ballistic at Sydney’s and punched me before making a run for it.” He sighed as he started to sign a few documents.
“This just says that you accept responsibility for the little and that if she returns and causes another disturbance then more severe measures will be taken. Normally this would result in at least a thirty day ban from the mall, but since you are a director with The Bureau, we can make an exception. You can keep the straight jacket.” The guard said as he filed a few papers away.
“SANDRA!” Laurel glared at the little who was groaning. Sandra had stopped thrashing about because she could feel a pressure inside of her gut and it kept growing no matter how hard she tried to hold it in.
“Sandy?” Michelle peered over at the play pen, not recognizing her friend due to the new hair.
“Michelle, Sandy was very very naughty, okay?” Laurel sighed loudly, “Just be quiet.” Laurel rubbed her temples.
“Alright, you are free to go.” The guard said as he handed Stuart a few copies of the forms.
“Thank you, and again, I am very sorry.” He sighed and got Sandy out of the playpen, “You are in so much trouble when we get home.” Stuart growled as he strapped her into the stroller and lowered one of the sunshades all the way so that it totally covered Sandy, “Lets go.”
Laurel sighed, “I can’t imagine Sydney was too happy about all of this.” She patted Stuart’s back a bit.
“No, and I still need to pay her.” He rubbed his temples as they walked back to the salon.
“Well, good to see all the excitement is over.” Sydney smiled at Stuart as he walked to the front desk.
“Sorry about all of this, how much?” Stuart sighed and got his wallet out.
“Stuart, you know my usual for a redesign is $100. I’m not charging you extra.” She smiled as Stuart swiped his credit card, “She came out of Yunno way to quickly, you couldn’t have predicted that.” She hugged him, “You aren’t a bad parent.”
“Thanks Sydney.” He smiled a bit.
“Anytime, give Sandy a few extra swats for me.” She waved before going back to work.
“Oh I will.” He chuckled as Laurel pushed the stroller out of the mall and towards the car.
Sandy groaned as she struggled to keep herself from releasing her bowels. She hadn’t gone number two since before the festival and she was nearing her breaking point. She was devoting all of her focus to trying to keep her diaper clean.
“Up we go!” Laurel smiled as she picked Michelle up from the stroller and strapped her into her carseat.
“I wanna watch Yunno again mama!” Michelle giggled.
“Alright dear. Let me get your naughty sister into her car seat and I’ll start Yunno.” Laurel kissed Michelle’s forehead before shutting the door and raising the sunshade on Sandy’s part of the stroller, “You have no idea what you have don’t, do you?” She sighed as she unstrapped the girl from the stroller and sat her into her car seat. Laurel shut Sandy’s door and got into the front passenger seat as Stuart folded up the stroller and put it in the trunk.
“Yunno! Yunno!” Michelle clapped her hands.
“No, no, no!” Sandy’s mind cried as she shook her head trying to keep the dam from bursting but it was no use. Sandy’s body gave out and with a rather loud sound of flatulence hot mess started to fill the girl’s diaper. Sandy choked back tears as she felt the hot muddy mess spread all around her butt and crotch and to top it all off she started to wet herself as well.
“Mommy!” Michelle covered her nose, “Sandy is making stinkies!”
“Well then she will have to wait until we get home and she will be lucky she gets a change then.” Laurel said as she put Yunno on Michelle’s screen.
Stuart sighed as he got into the driver’s seat, “Can you set up the tree with Michelle when we get home? I gotta get something from the office.” He said as he started the car and started the drive back to the house.
“Sure dear, where should I put Sandy?” Laurel said as she shut her eyes and relaxed a bit.
“Just put her in the playpen and top it.”
The drive back to the house was miserable for Sandy. The straight jacket was making her arms sore, the pacifier was starting to hurt her jaw, and the diaper was starting to get cold and clammy. Eventually they soon passed back through the gatehouse and arrived back at the house. Stuart helped Michelle out of her seat, and set her on the ground.
“Daddy! I need a new diaper!” Michelle said as she pushed on her diaper with a squish.
“Did you make poopies as well?” Stuart smiled a bit.
“Uh huh!” Michelle nodded.
“Well, Mommy will have to change you because Daddy has go to the office real quick, okay?”
“Okay daddy.” She smiled watched as he got into his sedan and pull out of the garage and drive down the road.
“Alright, looks like I have two stinky girls, yet only one of them deserves a change right now.” Laurel said as she picked up Sandy from her seat before opening the door, “Can you follow mommy sweetie?”
“Uh huh!” Michelle smiled as she crawled after Laurel and Sandy. Laurel brought Sandy over to the living room where Buster was sleeping next to the fire place. She set Sandy down on a couch before going to a small closet and pulling out a small mesh square. She started to unfold the square revealing a playpen with a lid.
“This is where you will be for a little while.” She said as she set the playpen on the ground and unzipped a small hole in it before setting Sandy into the playpen and zipping it up, “Come on Michelle, lets go get your stinky butt changed.” She smiled and picked Michelle up.
“Otay, mama.” She giggled before looking sympathetically at Sandy as she was carried upstairs.
The next few minutes were agony for Sandy since her diaper was getting colder and colder by the minute. Soon Laurel and Michelle returned from the nursery. Michelle was naked except for a pink diaper with a ruffled butt. “Now, Michelle. Can you keep Sandy company while mommy goes and gets the Festivus tree?”
“Uh huh!” She smiled.
“Good girl.” Laurel kissed her and went to the garage. The minute Laurel left Michelle sighed and sat down on her diapered rear next to the playpen.
“You messed up Gunney. Like you fucked up big time.” She sighed and shook her head.
Sandy sobbed as looked at Michelle.
“I know, it’s all cold and clammy. They are probably going to let you get a small rash just to teach you a lesson.” she laid down on the carpet, “Sorry Gunney, you are on your own for this one. I can’t help you. Just try to relax and behave, maybe Mommy will take you upstairs and change you.” She sighed as she saw Laurel come back in carrying a large box on her shoulder, “Is that da tree!?” Michelle giggled.
“Why yes it is. Wanna help mommy set it up?” Laurel smiled as she started to open the well worn box.
“Yeah!” She smiled and toddled over the box and peered inside. Over the next twenty minutes Laurel and Michelle set up an artificial pine tree with lights strung up all over. Sandy could feel her rear starting to burn from a rash that had formed suspiciously quickly. Her attention was soon turned towards the door due to Stuart returning with a small box in his hand.
“So, what did you have to get from the office?” Laurel smiled as she swept up a few plastic pine needles.
“This.” Stuart opened the box and pulled out a metallic ring a little larger than Sandy’s neck.
“Stuart! A shock collar really?” Laurel shook her head.
“Laurel, this is the only way we can break her.”
END OF CHAPTER