Diaper Dimension – Lyle Redmond’s Girls Alt

This was an earlier version of my most recent picture, with more story-appropriate tights. The full-resolution version should be available on DeviantArt.

There was meant to be a story about the assistant snapping a photo of how hard the girls trained on the day, and had it framed, and how the girls did so well that nobody needed any spankings that night (though, the next morning – after two girls had been denied diaper changes – was a different story).

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edit: You know, those diapers really don’t seem thick enough still. 😉

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Revisiting the Diaper Dimension – Lyle Redmond’s Girls Revisited

So I’ve been doing a lot of artwork over the last 2 years which I’ve never released, various half finished comics etc while trying to improve my quality.

I decided to try redoing an older concept today with some newer techniques, and while it’s just a quick sketch with some rough parts, I like how it turned out, and think it’s an improvement over the original. The full resolution version should be available at DeviantArt.

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Vacation Changes – Part 4, 5, & Epilogue

The final chapter of Vacation Changes, a story I left unfinished years ago.

 

Chap 4

 

“There’s been a big mistake!”

It was the first thing she said, and it was hardly very eloquent, but it at least got the woman to pause for a moment. And, Rhi reminded herself with a gulp, the figure above her was really just a slightly-older woman, despite looking like… so much more right now. She was enormous, and so well-endowed, making Rhi almost feel like she was talking to a trueNo, Rhi scowled, she didn’t want to start thinking about giants in such reverent terms, especially not after what had happened on her first full day among them on vacation.

“There’s been a big mistake,” she repeated, trying to hold her gaze firm and steady as the woman paused.

The woman. The giantess. The damn true grownup – there, Rhi thought it – raised an eyebrow, with her hands halfway into… Rhi’s crib, as strange of a concept as that was.

“Has there now?” the giantess asked, sounding slightly bemused.

Rhi wasn’t sure why there was the briefest pause. Of course there’d been a mistake! She held her lip firm and gave a curt nod.

“Yes. You see… I’m not actually a… Well, there was a mistake, last night, and I was too embarrassed to say anything until… Well, it was too late.”

The woman waited with a raised eyebrow, and Rhi realized that it wasn’t obvious yet.

“You see… I’m actually a short person – a Little – on holiday, in college actually, and there were some… misunderstandings last night… When a woman came to my hotel room.”

The giantess’s expression wasn’t changing. But then, why should it? She’d just found Rhi in an orphanage crib, wearing nothing but a grey slip, and an, er, diaper… This was one of the worse morning scenarios she’d imagined, tossing and turning about all night while trying to ignore it all.

“Well, I thought you might find it hard to believe, of course. A tourist? Here in, um, a diaper? In the orphanage. I know how it must seem. And a kid here almost convinced me last night that she was an adult too, gave me this whole spiel, about Little people being treated like kids here, even when bigger people know, until I realized what imaginations kids have, and noticed that she had childish spurts, so I get your skepticism. But I know…. all about the birds and the bees.”

“The birds and the bees?”

“Yes, well, I didn’t want to spell it out, go into full naughty detail – since that’s what a kid might do, trying to sound impressive. I thought all this through you see. But I know…” Rhi lowered her voice, and stepped forward on the mattress of her crib – well, waddled, unfortunately – “I know… about sex.”

She gave the woman a serious look, then nodded and waddled back, folding her arms while trying to suppress the feeling that this was going terribly.

The woman wasn’t looking very impressed at all, and Rhi felt a slight tremble in her legs. What would she do if she couldn’t get out of an orphanage, of all challenges? Well, her mother would get her, as awful as that was, but it was the worst possible scenario. At least then, Lorraine would prove useful.

The giantess’s calm face wasn’t changing.

“So you say you’re a grownup.”

“I am a grownup!”

“Hrm.”

“I mean… Oh my, but… I really am!”

“Hrm.”

“I told you! I know about sex! I know-”

She paused and glanced about with a blush. But all the other orphanage cribs had been emptied, leaving only hers in the final corner.

“Well, let’s say that you’re some sort of little grown up.”

“I am! Are you even considering it!?”

“Do you see yourself with your nose against the wall, with a spanked bottom for lying? Obviously I’m considering it.”

Rhi froze with a sudden chill right down to her feet. Did the woman just say…? The dire reality of what her situation might be – trapped in an orphanage with the presumption of being a child who needed diapers – suddenly arrived in full force. Maybe, as bad as the night had been, she hadn’t really imagined how much worse the day could follow it with.

“Can’t we just…? Well, until last night I had some, er, special hair, which really would have been helpful, if you know what I mean, but-”

She froze as the two big hands reached into her crib, coming right for her. No! The woman couldn’t-

She was scooped up, whisked from the crib mattress like an inconsequential weight. Oh no, she’d really messed this up. Being picked up for a second time was even somehow worse than the night before – at least then it’d been a brief mix-up which she hadn’t tried to clear up, and even if she’d just worn a towel, it hadn’t been an orphanage nightie slip and an honest to high-heaven… diaper… spreading her useless, dangling little legs against the woman’s enormous body.

Oh god, she found herself going right up against a huge, impossible-to-ignore bosom. Oh geeze. These giants really were big. Rhi had to somehow think, despite everything going on. If she really didn’t convince this woman, what was her day going to be like? She’d become… some sort of child in this orphanage, until her mother came to get her. Which, frankly, wouldn’t help her dwindling sense of maturity much more either.

“Can’t we just somehow physically check?” she gasped, trying not to glance down. The ground was so far away! Oh, she’d better hold on… Oh dear, was that a bra strap?

The giantess shook her head. “Now now, should we really go mistrusting the analysis of a machine? Especially an advanced piece of hardware like that? People are fallible and prone to all sorts of mistakes. Do you understand?”

Rhi gulped. “But it measured me as a child!”

“Hrm,” the woman said, looking thoughtful.

“N-No! I mean, it shouldn’t have!”

The woman nodded, and switched Rhi over to her other side, which left Rhi gaping. She tried to squirm to get into a better position, then blushed as a deep, heavy crinkle came from beneath her backside.

“Hrm, well, perhaps you’ll have to have a little test.”

“But-”

“Oh, you don’t think that you could pass a maturity test then?”

“I could! I’m in college! Almost graduated in fact! But it’s not what I- Well, what kind of test?”

“A simple one if you’re really a big girl,” the giantess cooed, placing Rhi onto the edge of a table with a no-nonsense efficiency in her eyes. “Why don’t you show me what a good, zero-drama resident you can be today, first of all? That seems a good baseline demonstration of maturity, don’t you think? The ability to obey.”

“Well, er- That sounds like an… all day sort of… Like you don’t even beli… What I’m trying to say is-”

Rhi went silent as the giant woman picked up a heavy wooden hairbrush. Her imagination went into overdrive, and she suddenly imagined having stories which she could never tell her friends about this land…

But the giantess simply began brushing Rhi’s hair. Rhi blinked as the vaguely-familiar ritual. The smell of diaper powder all over the table wafted into her nostrils, and suddenly it was like all the years inbetween had been a dream, which she was finally waking from. For a brief moment, everything was in its proper place, as she squirmed against the hair brush with the unavoidable bulk between her legs, with the clear placating tone from the giantess during the conversation, in a conclusion which had rather ignored her insistences of maturity… But no, she wasn’t some-

Her head jerked slightly as the woman brushed a knot, accompanied with an embarrassing crinkle below her, and for a brief second, the strange deja vu arrived in full force.

She slipped out of the daze to find the woman working something into her hair. Hair bands? Rhi’s hair was going to be put into big pony tails! Okay, this was just about the worst of her imagined morning scenarios as she’d tossed and rolled all night, trying not to feel like a lost toddler, but it seemed like there was at least a path to fixing this catastrophic situation…

“So I, er, just have to act normally and maturely? Not like some fussy – owe! – kid? I, um, wouldn’t want the other staff to – owe! – think I’m actually some little g… Well, you know? It must be kind of hard to tell the difference, at your size, but at least you know- Hey! What are you doing?!”

“All children have to have their diaper checked, we don’t know if it’s dry just because you told a story, now do we?”

Rhi opened her mouth, then went silent and red as a heavy hand pressed on her diapered crotch, giving a deep, tell-tale crinkle that she was still dry. Was it wrong to feel slightly proud that she’d proven that she could keep her diaper dry?

Well, not her diaper – their diaper – she reminded herself. She didn’t have diapers, this was just a big mixup. Which she’d get fixed soon, wouldn’t she…?

Considering the woman’s check-up, she somehow really didn’t seem very convinced. Rhi glanced away desperately while the amazon continued to push and poke her diaper, checking the front, and then – embarrassingly – the back. She’d just have to try the test then. There wasn’t really any other option. Making a fuss seemed like it would work against the test as well. Still, she hoped that the woman would at least treat her kind of like-

“All dry! Who’s a good girl?”

Rhi blushed as her cheek was pinched.

Okay, so maybe there was a slight chance that the woman really didn’t believe her at all… If that was even possible after Rhi’s eloquent speech. But she supposed to them, she must look… quite small, and ready to be taken care of. Beside these giants, one felt suddenly so.. unendowed. Almost like they were the real and proper-… No! She couldn’t think like that. She was almost finished with college! She’d make them see!

She fidgeted on her puffed-up underpants as huge hands began sneaking towards the hem of her short grey nightie. Oh dear. Well, the woman probably wouldn’t have her mind changed on dressing her, if she’d done the whole diaper check routine. Rhi turned red, trying to ignore what was happening as the nightie was pulled away. Well, at least now she could get out of this ridiculous diaper, and show a bit more of what she usually looked like…

“Tag! You’re it!”

Rhi actually squealed, having been doing her best to hide and ignore all this ‘playtime’ stuff.

The oversized child thundered off down the colourful play aisle, leaving Rhi standing and gaping.

Er, no way was she-

She glanced desperately over at the new woman on play duty, who had been given the briefest summary of the test conditions by her predecessor, and seemed perhaps even less impressed. Rhi looked for some assistance, or at least some excuse to not have to partake, considering…

The woman seemed to sense her eyes on her, and glanced up over her book – Child Rearing From Years of Experience.

“Play nicely. Aren’t you supposed to be showing what a mature girl you are? Or that you don’t need those diapers at the least?”

Rhi opened her mouth, then closed it. She yanked at the hem of her short denim dress covered in elephant prints, trying to pull it back down over the thick, obvious diaper.

There’d been no convincing either giantess of doubting the machine’s determination on that matter especially – they simply weren’t going to believe an apparent child over a machine, not when it came to ‘something as critical as your diapers, young miss.’ The new woman seemed to perhaps not quite understand the extent of the maturity which Rhi was even trying to convey. Well, maybe that was strangely better, if her ‘supervising adult’ didn’t know the full embarrassing truth, given how Rhi looked.

Blushing – but at least with the slightly-less-terrible misunderstanding on her side – Rhi set off at a waddle. Ok, she’d just get this game over, then could go back to thinking like an adult. All she had to do was, well, get about in her ridiculous getup, making sure that her dress didn’t ride up too much…

Goodness, it was hard to walk in this bulky diaper. With her big waddle, she knew that she must have looked kind of… well… cute.

Cute. That was what the first giantess had said about the denim dress. ‘It will make you look cute.

Rhi had whined that she didn’t even want to look cute, before remembering to not create a fuss as the woman had fixed her with a stare.

Feeling cute was admittedly… quite different, and Rhi couldn’t deny that she’d had brief moments of… exploration. Just a wiggle of her butt, to see what it felt like. Even just briefly looking at the huge pile of toys and considering what it might be like to not have to worry about…

Rhi’s eyes widened, and she shook her head.

She continued searching in the stupid game she’d been roped into with honest-to-god kids, and for a moment worried that the crinkles of her thick diaper would give her away. But a lot of the other kids here were in diapers, it seemed. Well, not ‘other kids’ she reminded herself again, she wasn’t one of them. At least, not technically.

What would a local little even do if they got mixed up in this situation, and didn’t have somebody like her mother to bust her out? She supposed they’d just be stuck as a kid for awhile, though would eventually prove that they didn’t need the diapers and such, before long.

Well, unless they had an accident. But maybe… maybe it was kind of right for the giants to take care of somebody like that, to give focused love and attention in an environment which suited them. The exact right path was kind of unclear, now that she thought about it.

It was a bit unnerving how she could kind of squint and see how Littles could be slotted into this place with some mix-ups. A lot of the diapered ones in particular had looked eerily like littles from back home at brief glimpses, but Rhi told herself that she was just projecting, that she was just on edge of being caught out like this, of anybody ever knowing what had happened during her vacation, and that giant kids would obviously look a bit more mature in general, given how, well, endowed the giants tended to be.

She waddled on, then froze as she caught a glimpse of her reflection.

Her mouth dropped.

No wonder they didn’t believe her. A silly girl with big pigtails and spread bare legs was looking back at her. The denim dress was like a little triangle, with a rather obvious bulge. The flat shoes and frilly-socks actually looked cute.

Rhi spun away, and stumbled from the play-mirror. No wonder the giants hadn’t believed her. She could see exactly what they saw when looking at her. Even she’d struggled to see an adult there. The idea of a woman who’d almost finished college was almost laughable. And all her idiotic nonsense about not talking directly about sex to seem more mature… What had she been thinking?

Rhi began sweating, and was halfway down a colourful play aisle, surrounded by bright fluro plastic walls, when somebody stumbled from a stack of toys. He blinked at her, and then quickly rushed off with a waddle, due to the obvious bulge beneath his blue shortalls. It was that thumb sucker boy! Well, she’d been a bit surprised, but would catch him easily. She-

Rhi paused, and frowned.

She had been very surprised, it turned out – was her diaper… getting wet? Growing heavier still from the shock? She managed to quickly get ahold of herself, then stood there with her legs spread wide, her eyes bulging, and tried to think.

Yes, she’d had that big sippy cup. She’d wanted to argue about it, though the other kids, er, the real kids, had been around her in the awful highchairs by then, and she’d been too embarrassed to make a scene. Besides, the whole morning routine from hair brushes and cribs to being dressed and diaper checks to highchairs was feeling so oddly familiar by then anyway, she’d kind of just gone along with it, like a regular one of the kids. What was one more sippy cup on such an odd morning?

Well, except now she had a sopping wet diaper, which was the single grossest thin-

Oh god! She’d been trying to prove that she was big enough to be out of diapers now. That she was an adult!

With her eyes wide, she resumed the hunt, trying not to think about it. But it was quite impossible to ignore the soaking wet diaper, nor the ease with which she’d suddenly flooded herself when quite surprised. The vacation was going absolutely nothing like she’d expected.

She managed to tag another kid, before returning sheepishly to the woman on supervision duty.

The amazon glanced over the book as Rhi approached, waddling and unable to meet the giantess’s eyes.

“I um-”

“Again?”

Rhi blinked, then shook her head. “N-No, that’s the thing. I don’t actually normally-”

The supervising woman sighed, and scooped her up. Rhi felt a moment of vertigo, but quickly grabbed on, daring to glimpse at the giant face beside her to plead her case.

“I honestly don’t know what… How… I had a big drink you see, but maybe there was something more in it. Like how apple juice can have that effect on some people. Maybe it’s okay normally, because nobody would notice the effect on kids, since they’re all already diapered anyway, but then-”

She realized that she was being laid down on a changing table. Wait, the woman couldn’t seriously be-

An open box of wet wipes was pulled up close beside her, and a loose white tissue was taken from the top of the box.

“No no, this isn’t-”

The woman grabbed a tape, and tore it from the diaper.

“How many times is this now? You’re better off this way actually, since adopting parents tend to prefer you kids who are still in diapers.”

Rhi turned pink. The woman was talking about adoptions, and like she was some regular… Well, not to mention like she needed diapers!

“I don’t, um, actually-”

The woman shook her head.

“Honey, it’s cute the first few times, but this denialism about your diapers, this fantasy of being a big girl, it’s not something which you should continue. Do you think  a big girl would have a soaking wet diaper? Don’t you think it’s time to face the reality of what you are?”

Rhi furrowed her brow. First few times..? Fantasy? The woman was getting her mixed up. Last night she’d come into the orphanage, and then today made that deal with the morning change woman, or whoever.

Oh wait, no, that wasn’t last night. She’d been here for at least a few days, hadn’t she? Trying to negotiate better deals with the giants, trying to get them to understand. But they never did. Kept believing that she was a kid. Insisted on it in fact. Wait, had she actually used her diaper more than once? Why did that memory feel vaguely… uncomfortably familiar?

The giantess was suddenly turning a screen on an extendable arm to sit in front of Rhiannon.

“Well, time for your cartoons again I guess. They’ll make you sleepy for another early night, and we can try again tomorrow.”

Rhi’s frown turned into a vacant stare, and she felt a bit of drool on her lip, then her thumb going into her mouth. The next thing she recalled was being lowered into her crib, in what was obviously a different – and thicker – diaper. Where? How long? She was getting sleepy so quickly, but suddenly realized in a panic that it had been weeks? Months? Even, possibly, years? They were ‘fixing’ her of her silly wrong notions of adulthood, baggage from a bad dream in another land. She’d never forget that dream, but she’d learn to not hold onto it so tightly, to not create a fuss when she was out in public with her new Mommy or Daddy. Sure she would remember that time, but her reality would be here and now, sitting in a stroller and sucking her thumb. They claimed to know her true-self better than she ever had…

She tried to roll over in her crib, but her diaper was too thick.

With a frown, she wondered if they might be hypnotizing her.

With a burst of firmness, she deciding that this time she would remember tomorrow. She’d break the cycle of confusing forgetfulness as she started each new day. But how? How could she-

She felt a pressure at her backside, and was already pushing. She quickly put a stop to that. Goodness no, she didn’t want to-

It dawned on her that it could be her reminder. A messy diaper in the morning. A break from the routine. But no, that was too gross, there was no way that she could-

The moment of consideration was all it took, the battle had already been only barely held on against. The strange sensation invaded the rear of her diaper, and her eyes widened. She’d done this before, she realized, but it obviously hadn’t helped. As the orphanage had helped ‘fix’ her, she’d done unspeakable things multiple times, which she never wanted to remember.

Yes, she’d stood with her hands on her head and with a stinging bottom multiple times. She’d had group baths and even joined in games and sing alongs. They didn’t always restart her, tomorrow she’d probably have to experience this messy diaper in all its non-glory. And it was far from the first time. She was getting quite good at being a diaper-wearing child, and suspected that she was almost ‘fixed’, and ready to be adopted out. They were ‘helping’ her, by washing away her silly strength of rebellion! But she’d never forget, just accept that this was better for her.

But… if she’d been here all this time… Where in the universe was her mother..?

 

 

 

Chap 5

 

“And then what happened?

She frowned, and seemed to stare beyond him.

“Well then… the giant amazon woman announced that we would leave my hotel room. That they needed to keep an eye on me while I was in the country, since I was so ‘rude’.”

“What did you say?”

“Well… They’d just spanked me! And just tossed away my panties like they were nothing. I wasn’t quite thinking str… well… I agreed, and apologized for my behaviour.”

“So you felt bad? You’d say the spanking worked?”

Lorraine furrowed her brow. “Well, I didn’t really have a ch-”

“And then what happened?”

“Well, they tried the bathroom door, but it was locked. My… travelling companion… was in there, but wouldn’t answer, so we left.”

“Just like that?”

Lorraine turned pink, and stared down at the ground past her feet.

“Well… They said that if I was riding in their car, and had proved to be such an immature little g… Well, they couldn’t take any risks, and so I was put into diapers… And marched out just like that…”

He nodded firmly, then glanced down to jot something in his notepad.

She watched, squirming. She still couldn’t get comfortable.

Finally he looked back up, staring calmly through his thin glasses – small on his face, but enormous to her.

“And how did that make you feel?”

Her eyes widened, and she shook slightly.

“Well – like a child of course! I was marched through the hotel lobby in a diaper and toddler’s dress. Strapped into an oversized baby’s car seat! Driven away while lying back and unable to even see a thing! There was another kid there, who I realized after awhile was another little, that it’s actually… sort of thing here…”

“Yes, you’ve mentioned her,” he said, glancing down at his notes, “Penelope?”

She blushed, and diverted her eyes back down to the carpet, then nodded.

“My sister. We’re in ballet class together.”

“Still?”

“Well, obviously, not anymore,” she said, furrowing her brow, “But it still feels like it. Our teacher is a strict foreign woman called Mrs Brunelle.”

“And how do you think she felt about you?”

“Well, er, she wanted to help teach us.”

“And do you think she’d be distressed if she found out you ran away?”

Lorraine began squirming. “Well, I mean, I can’t…”

“Do you think they’ve helped you at all? By re-parenting you?”

Lorraine felt her breath catch, as she saw a flash of images, from standing in her crib and obediently saying goodnight to her Mommy and Mama, to the kisses, to the baths and changes, to the declarations that she surely wasn’t a big girl, now was she? She’d had to agree, considering that she was standing beside the park playground with mud on her knees and an overloaded diaper which desperately needed a change…

Finally she frowned. “Well, I don’t want their help.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You don’t appreciate when people give their help? That’s not very mature now, is it?”

“Well, no, but I’m not a ch… I don’t need, er, diapers.”

She shifted about, still trying to get comfortable, unable to escape that memory. She’d been in diapers for so long now. It was a wonder if she’d ever get back to feeling that panties were normal.

“I mean, I got by without them for a long time.”

“Well maybe you did need them, and didn’t really know it.”

She gaped. What kind of…

“But I’m not a… child!”

“Hrm.”

“I have a job!” She suddenly blushed, and stared down past her feet again. “Well, I guess it’s gone now, so I don’t. But having that already proved that I’m not really a child.”

“Hrm, I suppose a child isn’t defined by their size, are they?”

“Exactly! They-”

“It’s more a matter of maturity, isn’t it? After all, a person could grow up short, but still be an adult. And a child could be quite large, yet display their immaturity, though that seems less likely.”

“Well, er, I-”

“And perhaps you just weren’t very mature, isn’t that possible?”

She frowned, and squirmed again. What kind of session was this? She considered getting down from the huge seat, but didn’t seem to quite have it in her.

“Lilly-Anne.”

She frowned, but couldn’t meet his eyes. “That’s not really my na-”

“Would you say that, overall, you’ve been much more polite since you came to this country?”

She stared at the carpet, seeing flashes of moments, of her standing on the sidewalk, thanking a woman who had complimented her for her strawberry tights which stretched over her obvious, bulging diaper, to thanking the teen who babysat sometimes for changing her overloaded triple-thick Waddlers disposable, to only blushing and not mouthing back as the women at the salon pinched and kissed her cheeks just about every month, to thanking the worker man who had spanked her when she whined about her new crib being put in – she’d after all tried to sneak out from her mattress-protected children’s single bed a few times – to holding up her bag at halloween and sweetly asking for vegetable treats along with her sister, dressed as Anna and Elsa, knowing that Mommy and Mama were watching from behind them with Mr Spanky the Paddle in the ever-present big “Just In Case” diaper bag, to even thanking the big lady from down the street who had replaced all her chocolate easter eggs with mashed carrots and prunes and pea ‘eggs’ after she’d taken part in the easter hunt in her large, beautiful yard, and even found a few – knowing that not participating would be punishable from Mommy & Mama, who were helping her learn to be a good girl.

The former rental property manager frowned into vacant space as she recalled that memory.

“I guess I’ve learned to be a lot more polite, but-”

“You really have turned out remarkably like any little who grew up here,” he suddenly beamed, placing down his pen.

She smiled briefly at the compliment, then frowned and looked down.

“But I’m not actually a ba-”

“Does she want her rattle? Yes she does!”

A yellow plastic sunflower on a green shaft was suddenly held in front of her, and she couldn’t help but giggle and reach out for it.

In a moment of panic, she realized that this man was just as bad as Mommy and Mama.

Well, she’d somehow gotten away from them at least, so maybe now that she was-

“You’ve done very well, ma’am. Sometimes it takes extensive sessions with specialized cartoons to bring out the truer child this well.”

Lorraine sucked on the plastic rattle, and wondered who he was talking to. No matter how she wriggled, she couldn’t seem to get comfortable, or to escape the memory of diapers.

“Thank you,” a deep, womanly voice said from behind her. From so very close…

She glanced down, over her rattle – which was already shimmering with drool – and saw two very big womanly hands around her middle. Like she was being held…

There was a bounce, and Lorraine heard a familiar crinkle.

“Did you hear that Lilly-Anne? The man researching littles from overseas says you’re a natural!”

Lilly-Anne felt a terrible dread in her stomach, and realized that she was sitting on a huge lap. She’d never escaped Mommy, and was in fact still wearing the extra thick super Waddlers that Mama brought back from her trips as a flight attendant overseas, from the country where all littles had to be diapered by law, where there was no hope of escape once littles in a family moved there.

She dared glanced up, and saw the familiar, beautiful, angular feminine face of Mommy there. One of the biggest women she’d ever seen – even here, in this country.

“Baby wants a kiss!” came the familiar, deep, sing-song voice.

Lilly-Anne’s panic came out as a stupid giggle, and she tried to squirm away. The kisses began on her cheek, and she quickly relented, having lived this many times before. It was her true life, and the stuff before was just a dream. From before the vacation had changed her.

And she knew that she shouldn’t have tried to disobey Mommy, the subliminal thoughts in her mind would mean that – oh, there it was. She filled her diaper with a heavy load. A precise part of her training which had really helped bring her in line quickly as their second angel.

“Well,” the big man said, “Thank you for letting me interview her.”

He adjust his glasses, and glanced down at Lilly with a smile.

“Parental methods have really come a long way recently.”

Mommy smiled – an act which gave off such a radiance that Lilly-Anne could feel it even while looking blushingly at the man – then gave a bounce with her lap again.

“Thank you. We love her to bits. Now, you mentioned that you thought that you had a connection to her story?”

“Hrm, yes,” the man said, flipping his notebook to another page. “If you’re really moving overseas-”

Mommy smiled again. “To where these diapers are made.”

Lilly-Anne stiffened.

“Ah yes. Nice place. Well, if you’re really moving over there, I thought that you might want to see this one last connection before you go.”

The pleased beaming was positively radiant.

“Sure, we can come right now if you’d like.”

The man smiled, and stood and gestured at the door.

Lilly-Anne blinked, and found herself hugged against Mommy as she stood as well, and they exited the small pediatric & littles’ care office.

Mama looked up from one of the chairs in the waiting room, where she’d been entertaining Penelope on her lap with a rattle.

“Oh, are we ready to go?”

Mommy hoisted Lilly-Anne into the double-seater stroller.

“We’ll drive. The doctor is going to lead the way.”

Lilly-Anne saw the huge orphanage approaching, and felt a clenching in her stomach. She’d heard from the littles who ended up in those places, of the way that they spent months or years sometimes in group childhood situations, with no glimpses of anything else, becoming perfect children in a complete and difficult way.

But then, she supposed, it wasn’t that much different from all the other way that littles became ‘children’ in this land. None of them were great, but all of them seemed successful.

She wedged herself upright in her carseat, trying to ignore Penelope playing with her animal noise buttons, and stared.

But they drove straight past, and it proved just to be the first big feature outside of the sprawling town which they were driving into.

She flopped back into the chair, and sighed with exhaustion. It just wasn’t designed to give littles a view of anything going on outside of their toys and play buttons.

She soon mimicked Penelope, playing with the spinning shapes and animal noise buttons, losing herself in them while trying not to add to her already-overloaded diaper. The cow went moo, and she giggled. She caught a glimpse of Mommy and Mama glancing back and beaming in the overhead mirror.

It felt as though they crested a major hill, and she soon saw tall townhouses looming outside the window. She felt she’d visited this place, maybe about two years ago, when Mommy and Mama had taken her and her sister to the beach and its small wading pools. Sure enough, the masts of yachts soon pulled into view. But they continued past those, up another hill. Lilly-Anne grew bored of her toys, and began sucking on her thumb, trying to ignore the state of her diaper.

When they finally pulled to a stop, she was exhausted. The doctor went to talk to the owner of the tall brown house looming on the hill beside the ocean, while she and her sister were changed in the back of the car. He had called ahead evidently, as Lilly-Anne could hear an enthusiastic greeting from a woman who met him on the big lawn.

With a fresh diaper and series of kisses, Lilly-Anne’s exhaustion gave way to a more common fatigued obedience. Mommy and Mama changed them into some of their poofy party dresses, for when they met visitors and new people, and they were helped down from the back of the car.

They each took a grownup hand – Penelope on Mama and Lilly-Anne with Mommy – and began waddling towards the house.

The man in glasses was smiling and talking to a well-dressed giantess there, who was beaming back and touching her arms every so often, having an animated discussion in excited tones.

Finally she spotted the girls arriving, and beamed down. The man made the introductions.

“Penelope. Lilly-Anne. This is Mrs Prudence.”

The girls had their hands released, and they each performed a little curtsy and bow of their head. Lilly-Anne was grateful for her fresh diaper, even if it still made the whole act quite clumsy and awkward, and she stumbled a bit. Even with extensive ballet training, she just couldn’t learn to move gracefully in a diaper.

“Aww,” the woman cooed, beaming. Then she raised her hands, and gave a few sharp claps beside her head, turning her attention to the side of the house.

They all looked over at a fence gate for a moment, then it was opened and five children waddled out, supervised with two busty amazon women. Two boys and three girls moved in an obedient line, not needing any herding.

They quickly lined up, all wearing an infantile version of sailor uniforms – white shorts on the boys which didn’t cover the tops of the diapers, and white skirts on the girls which covered nothing except the tops of the diapers. Lilly-Anne supposed they were all littles, once she stared closely enough.

Mrs Prudence beamed, and rubbed two of their heads, then turned to the guests.

She and Penelope knew the drill. They started at the front of the line, introducing themselves with smaller curtsies than they’d given Mrs Prudence, shaking hands, and complementing the sailor outfits. Their party dresses with ballerina-prints were complemented in return, and they explained each time with a slightly different story about how they’d won the sisters ballet contest at the big auditorium last month, and had trophies now. Despite herself, Lilly-Anne felt the slightest bit proud.

Penelope greeted the last while Lilly-Anne waited, then she moved along. She paused then, and after a moment her mouth fell open as she stared at the final sailor girl.

She was almost unrecognizable, it had been so long. Rhiannon had an adorable little pixie-cut beneath a white beret, and a short white sailor dress which did nothing to cover the huge diaper.

She cocked her head in return, and looked in confusion at the salon-transformed toddler in front of her.

They stared for a moment.

Suddenly the girls burst into simultaneous yowling.

“This is all your fault!”

“MY fault?? If you hadn’t been so-”

“Oh so now it’s MY f-”

“CHILDREN.”

The girls ducked their heads and stepped away quickly, looking down sheepishly at the ground. They still traded sideways glances however, and suddenly Lilly-Anne grabbed out and yanked at a handful of hair, right as the other girl made a grab for Lilly-Anne’s outfit.

The adults were furious, rushing to scoop them up.

With the diapered little whisked up by her hands and given an angry glare, Mrs Prudence looked up and was suddenly incredible apologetic.

“She’s sometimes just a bit tantrumy. But she’s getting better. Dr Lipton here says that she’s one of the best for her background, in fact.”

Mommy nodded in return. “Yes, mine’s the same. Similar backgrounds and all that.”

The adults nodded, then Mrs Prudence quickly carried her little sailor girl away under her arm, while Mommy returned to the car. She wouldn’t use Mr Paddle today, this required a bare-handed spanking.

When they regathered, the two girls were much better behaved. They danced a little when they were put down, grabbing at their bottoms, and only gave each other disapproving glances with raised noses.

The littles were left to mingle, and the adults moved to the side to talk. Mrs Prudence watched with an eagle-eye, and caught her own sailor-doll’s behaviour.

“Rhimi still needs the occasional sorting out,” the giantess said with a shake of her head, “But I see the similarities in them, and why they both needed care.”

Mommy nodded. “Their background seems to have given similar problems. It looks like we’ve both done a wonderful job with them though.”

Mrs Prudence beamed, and pulled out her purse to show a few photos of her kids, including Rhimi. “See here? She had such fun with the day-school play. She played the princess, and we had to let her wear her princess-dress at home and call her Your Highness for a week.”

Mommy laughed deep and loud, and the littles all glanced up with a blush, as if having forgotten that the adults were there.

Mrs Prudence beamed. “You are normally a very good girl for you Mommy, isn’t that right Rhimi?”

The tiny sailor girl nodded sheepishly, and began playing with the hem of her sailor dress.

“Hello Rhimi!” Mommy beamed, “You seem like such a good girl!”

Lilly-Anne stared and had to admit that it was true. They’d done a far better job with Rhiannon than she’d ever managed to do, despite all her talk.

The adults chatted for a time, and the littles went back to mingling shyly amongst themselves. Rhimi and Lilly-Anne avoided each other, giving stern glances until they seemed to grow a bit bored of even that, as if realizing whatever had been between them before no longer mattered, and that they were new people now.

“Well, we won’t keep you any longer,” Lilly-Anne’s Mommy eventually declared, glancing at the littles who were being fussed over by the house’s two nannies. “We’ve exhausted the little-ones, and we have a flight to catch tomorrow.”

“Still,” Dr Lipton interjected, “It was good to observe the meeting. I suspected that this would help resolve one niggling remainder.”

The women nodded, having grasped enough of the situation. Rhimi began playing with her fingers, while Lilly-Anne toyed with how low she could pull her dress over her diaper, as if suddenly realizing there were so many people looking at her, only to stop when scolded by her Mama.

Fifteen minutes later, they’d said their goodbyes, and Rhimi and Lilly-Anne had even managed to perform a little curtsy to each other before the beaming adults. They seemed almost bored by then, and the fury from earlier had dissipated. Lilly-Anne and Penelope were strapped into their carseats, and the adults exchanged some final pleasantries and explained their intentions to move overseas the next day.

Rhimi glanced back from where the five littles were being rounded up by the nannies. She paused for a moment, seeming to think, and then seemed to lose interest as a nanny called her along, telling her that there was a bowl of warm cocoa rice inside with her name on it. She quickly hurried off, seeming to let go of her interest in the strange visitors behind her.

Lilly-Anne barely heard the exchange, catching a glimpse of them leave, then finally shrugged, and turned her attention back to her own toys. She was better than that dumb baby at least. Perhaps if she spun them right, she could get them to all form a line as they drove off over the hill, and then they’d begin spinning as they went back down. She glanced over at her sister, who had seemed to have had the same thought, and was watching her. Oh, so it was a competition then. Lilly frowned into her pacifier, then turned her attention to her carseat toy bar. She wasn’t about to be out-done, even in childhood, even as she knew that a whole new stage of her new life awaited tomorrow. She’d learned to embrace it, it never stopped getting any crazier.

 

Epilogue

 

The car set off, and drove over the hill, taking the two diapered littles. Inside, five littles were being strapped into highchairs, and watched as mushy chocolate-rice was scooped into plastic bowls, and allowed to cool for a time. The fifth girl, a little sailor, glanced to the window, hearing the engine disappear, then clapped and giggled the loudest tonight. The trained behaviour came easily when she thought about what a dumb baby her annoying mother had at least been turned into. She looked at her new Mummy with a kind of awe as the giantess – the true adult woman – entered the room, beaming in her radiant, powerful way, and began assisting the two nannies. A moment later, the little in the highchair blushed as the bouncing proved a bit energetic, and she’d made a state in her diaper. She almost didn’t want to eat rice now, but Nanny was approaching, with a plastic bowl and ready spoon, and she’d be expected to lift her bottom up and open her mouth again and again…

For a brief moment, she thought one last angry thought about the figure who had left in the car, and an entire life before flashed back to clarity, of college friends who had probably graduated by now and not even noticed that she never came back for some later semester. Realizing that she had a very full diaper, Rhiannon scrunched her nose, and began to tantrum. These moments where she focused on the full reality were hard, but she at least had her answer now, about why her mother had never come to get her out, and realized just how trapped she was. Rhiannon had been so smug about going overseas, on a rare vacation, and now had been changed into a baby. She supposed it was an honor really, to be the focus of such specialized research, but that didn’t console her much as Nanny fetched the spanking paddle, and she accidentally lowered herself into her waiting, full diaper, knowing that tomorrow would be no different, nor the day after that, because she was a baby now, and it was perhaps the exact truth of her identity which they’d teased out, here in this land that she’d been so smug about vacationing in.

 

The New Year’s Conundrum

Well, I didn’t entirely plan to, but New Year’s came along and offered the perfect excuse for a sequel to The Christmas Conundrum


She risked another glance down at her pale-blue play dress, unable to ignore the genuine cuteness of the white diaper poking out beneath, and the frilly little socks and buckled mary-jane shoes spread in front of her.

So it was all still there.

A most babyish view.

Had she physically changed? Or was it just a matter of looking extra cute and dainty in these, especially after seeing the giants so easily manhandle her body for the past few days?

She had to look away from the sandpit, back to the open afternoon sky, and try to pretend that she wasn’t there for a moment. But there was no ignoring the Triple Thick Snuggie-Huggies beneath her, which fully encased her to her stomach. ‘Mommy’ liked them, because they didn’t need to be changed as often. While the former caption author couldn’t even begin to describe her range of feelings, her opinion didn’t count, she was just a baby.

She glanced sideways at the pitter-patter of feet in little buckled shoes like her own.

Their enormous teenaged babysitter was bringing back her neighbouring playmate, who was wearing white tights under a cute yellow onesie with ruffles around the hips. Her hair was held in pigtails by two yellow butterfly clips, while a yellow pacifier bobbed in her mouth.

She was helped back into the sandpit with a blush. The two babies briefly made eye contact as her fresh diaper crinkled beneath her onesie, then both quickly glanced away.

The caption author tried not to think about diaper changes. So far she’d managed to mostly blank them out.

She suddenly found the sandcastle which they’d been working on the most interesting thing in the world. Her playmate seemed to have a similar thought, and moved to pick up her own plastic bucket and little shovel where she’d left off.

“There we go,” their babysitter sang, “All back to playtimes for the babies.”

The girls blushed as Nanny suddenly grabbed each of their jaws to deliver a big kiss on their cheeks.

Squirming, crinkling, getting a new strange range of sensations on the shifting sand, they saw the babysitter give a sudden delighted smile, then the enormous busty teenager returned to her reading chair a few paces away.

The constant ‘reasonable’ supervision was back. If she’d wanted to try and run away, that would have been the time. But she hadn’t. She’d sat patiently on her reddened bottom, knowing that good children weren’t naughty.

“Wanth to buildth a tower?” the ex caption author suggested, garbled through her own blue pacifier, pointing at the undecorated right side of their castle.

“Ytheah,” her neighbour replied, and got onto her knees to reach.

Another crinkle which reminded them both of what they were. Dammit.

After baths and her playmate being picked up, she lay in her new crib, watching the silly cat-clock on the wall swing its tail and eyes in opposing directions with each second. It wasn’t fair, six PM was far too early for bed. Especially since anything which happened relating to her diaper now had to wait until tomorrow morning to be solved.

Of course, Mommy would get her up a bit later for her night feed – surprisingly warm creaminess from a source which she also tried not to think about, just like the diaper changes.

She suddenly found her mobile and night toys the most interesting thing in the world. She bounced a plush around in boredom for a bit, then wrapped her legs around her big purple dinosaur. She tried not to consider that her comfort was perhaps helped by the immature padding which spread her thighs.

Sucking on her pacifier, the former caption author found her eyelids growing heavy. The nursery-rhyme music from the mobile drilled into her consciousness, and she yawned, drifting towards sleep. It’d only been a few days, she thought in despair, yet look at her, dozing off like a genuine baby in her pampered crib.

When she was awoken for her feeding an hour later, she twitched at the heavy warmth in the back of her diaper. Every damn time when she fell asleep, it was almost like there was something hypnotic in the nursery music, and maybe she wasn’t quite the baby she thought. Or maybe that was just excuses…

She’d made the wish, after all.

“Come on angel, don’t you want to practice your ballet so you can show off for your Mommy and her friends?”

She considered it, then nodded, lying.

“Good girl!” her Nanny cheered, clapping her hands. The teen loomed as she strode past the former caption author, who wriggled in a ridiculous pink tutu, leotard, and white tights over her obvious bulging diaper. They’d somehow even found a perfect pink butterfly pacifier, with sat over her puffed cheeks.

The TV instructions were rewound, and her enormous teen Nanny stepped aside, smiling. The grown-up woman on the screen began through her instructions again, encouraging all the little angels who wanted to become ballerinas to practice along.

She sighed, curving her arms above her head for the starting stance, and raised one pointed foot behind. It was a bit difficult in her thick diaper, and she nearly stopped in disgust at the wet squelch.

But she had being spanked every morning this week. She would be a good girl. She had promised.

But that didn’t mean being enthusiastic about putting on ballet shows for her new ‘Mommy’ and anybody else. Especially since the leotard and tutu showed off her diaper more clearly than most of her embarrassing outfits, at least the obvious bulging shape.

Still, her stern, smiling, slightly sadistic, huge busty teen babysitter was watching. She’d learned that she didn’t want two spankings in a day.

She began dancing

The attempt at making another caption out of alphabet soup had been a mistake, but she’d been so desperate to try again for that first 36 hours. Now she knew, after a night of alphabet soup in her diapers, and two more bowls in her mouth which also eventually ended up in her diapers, that she wasn’t getting back with caption writing. That ship had sailed, and this was who she was now.

There was a knock at the door as she practiced her routine, and a moment later, the girl from next door and her ‘Daddy’ walked in, hand-in-hand.  They appeared at the worst time, right as she stumbled through an attempted turning kick in her thick diaper.

Her playmate was dressed in a similar outfit, though her white tights were leggings sewn into rhumba panties with three rows of ruffles across the back, and her leotard was open at the bottom with just latex hoops around her thighs to hold it in place, leaving her rhumba ruffles on full display.

The caption author had to admit that it was cute, then suddenly realized she was wetting herself in a panicked embarrassment at having being walked in on by her playmate and her giant ‘Daddy’, and that she looked no more mature herself.

Her playmate joined in, and thankfully, her distractingly-huge Daddy left.

The girls practiced their dances together, swaying at each other in sync, then trying to twirl past each other in awkward thudding steps around in their thick diapers.

Nanny watched, nodding, occasionally making comments, and a few times whisked her cane at their thighs with sharp rebukes. But even by their second lesson, they were showing remarkable improvement.

“Nothing which a stern grownup presence can’t help,” the annoying teenager said with an annoyingly smug smile.

Eventually they finally sat exhausted on the floor, their legs spread by their stupid diapers, their emptied baby bottles of water rolling away while waiting for the cartoons to start. Nanny collected the bottles, then cocked her head at the two diapered ballerinas.

“Funny,” she said. “I almost got you two little angels mixed up for a moment. It was Ashie who got here last Christmas, wasn’t it? Funny, you’re nearly both as adorably well-behaved as each other.”

The pair glanced at each other, then quickly looked to the carpet instead.

“I suppose it makes sense. You get to see what obedience looks like, and can already guess that you’ll fail your second New Year’s test like Ashie did.”

With that the babysitter gave a pleased little shrug, and turned to take their bottles to the kitchen.

On the floor, the former caption author’s eyes were wide. She suddenly turned to the other pink-clad girl, and grabbed her shoulders.

“What did she mean New Year’s test? Ashley what do you know!”

The other girl looked a bit stunned, then quickly blinked, as if struggling to remember. But it suddenly became clear that it was something she never really forgot, and never stopped thinking about.

Just like the failed test on Christmas day, knowing that there was a chance for adulthood and it was failed due to acting childish was a strange burden to ponder.

“Er,” she said, pulling her pacifier out to the distance she deemed allowed without being naughty. “I heard about Santa’s wish conditions in a cartoon. Luckily I wasn’t a baby brought here by an Easter wish, they only have three days to try before being stuck here.”

She tried to ignore how accurate it had felt when Ashley referred to them as babies.

“What was it?” she asked desperately, getting on her knees with an embarrassing wet crinkle, realizing that she should relax her grip on her shoulders a bit.

“Well… You know that there’s a test, and maybe subclauses?”

She nodded, hoping that everybody’s subclause was different, and Ashley didn’t know that she’d messed herself before even a full 24 hours of babyhood. Regardless of that, the girl must have guessed the obvious implication of full-time diapers now, and heck, she had the same to deal with, that that first failure seemed an extra embarrassing secret. Hell, even Ashley might see her as more babyish if she new.

“Well the subclause tests last until the New Year, you only have to pass it on one day if you passed the main test. It’s something about how the clause trails at the end, like in Santa Claus.”

She released her grip and sat back stunned, forgetting until too late that her thick diaper was soaked and causing a loud tell-tale squelch. The silence over the muted TV was deafening. The other ‘kids’ at least learned to manage their shameful diaper secrets.

Maybe it wouldn’t even matter soon.

“Before New Years,” she whispered, and began counting the days on her fingers. Only two nights, then the big one.

It was a few hours since discovering the opportunity, and she lay giddy in her crib, watching the stupid cat-clock on the wall.

It was quarter past six. She could do this! Now that she was ready for it this time.

Just one night without an embarrassing mess. She’d done that all the time before, right? Her life before wasn’t really just a silly game, like the ‘true’ towering grownups here seemed to imply with a tap on the nose and a kiss on the cheek after taping up her diaper, right?

Rolling over in her full-bodied sleeper, she tried to get comfortable, thinking that the easier she made it, the easier it would be to wait the remaining hours without any risk of messing herself.

Nothing seemed to be comfortable in the damn sleeper, until she pulled over one of her big fluffy toys, and wrapped her legs around it.

There. She felt good, and could wait this out. She might really get back to being an adult soon, just writing stories about such situations in captions if she even wanted. She almost chuckled.

The tick-tocking of the cat seemed to take forever, and she yawned, nuzzling and trying to get even more comfortable. She unfortunately couldn’t turn off the damn mobile’s endless nursery music. But if she just waited, patiently, and tried not to move about too much-

She awoke with a start, and then felt a wave of grogginess pass over her.

“Er, Mommy?” she asked in a slight panic, rubbing her eye.

The big giantess was beaming down at her from outside the crib, then leaned in.

The former caption author realized with a blush that her giantess was wearing nothing on her top half except her beige nursing bra. Oh no.

Then she felt the hand settle under her, and recalled in a startled panic what she’d been trying to do.

“Oh dear. It looks like Angel has made Mommy a present.”

The next night played out the same, and when she was put back into her crib with a warm taste in her mouth and an awful squish of her diaper, she was frantic.

What could she do? The damn nursery music sent her right off. The crib was too comfortable. Once the lights were out, and she was in her super-thick night diapers, it was almost impossible not to fall asleep. Her body just knew, and there was nowhere else to go in all those hours, nothing else to do except lay in her crib waiting. She supposed that was the point…

Worse, whenever she fell asleep now, she did the ‘deed’, for whatever reason… Would that continue even if she got back to her old reality? She shook her head crossly. There was only one night left, it wasn’t time to think about failure or adulthood being a pointless experience of diapers anyway. She had to form a plan.

Oddly, it was the milky fullness and unspeakable state of her diaper which kept her up now, too uncomfortable to drift off again. She wondered if she could use the first, begging for it early as a way of staying up in bloated discomfort with a slightly overworked jaw, then made a face, and hoped not. Only as a last resort.

She sat in her highchair, and decided that New Year’s Eve was the only way to go. She shuffled about, wearing only a white disposable diaper and a bib today, looking for her Mommy as she shivered slightly against the cool air.

Finally the giantess returned, beaming as she placed another stack of crayons and paper down on the highchair tray for Baby’s after-lunch playtime. Except she didn’t want to try captions again today, she wanted something very different.

“Mommy?” she asked, as the colouring tools were arranged out in front of her.

“Yes Sweetie?”

She took a deep breath. “Can I stay up for New Year’s Eve?”

The giantess set her skeptical face which usually preceded the word No.

“Pleeaassee?” she quickly cut in, trying to act up the cuteness. Well, it was hardly an act, right now she was desperate enough, and dependant enough on this woman.

The giantess’s face began to soften.

“Pleaseee. It seems like such a special time for the grown…” she paused, realizing what she’d been about to imply, then decided it had to be said regardless, “For the grownups. I want to stay up too, to see.”

Her mother’s expression was neutral now, thinking.

“It’s just a night like any other, do you understand sweetheart? Grownups like to have a bit of fun, but there’s nothing for babies who stay up late. You’ll just be tired.”

“I’ll be good! I promise! And if I’m tired, I’ll go to bed!”

“Hrm,” her mother hummed, as she reached into the highchair and released the buckles, deciding to carry her baby on her hip. She began pacing through the house, bouncing the girl, as if to confirm that it was somewhere that a child could stay up late, just once.

“Can’t I be like a big girl for just one night?”

It was a lie – she wanted to be a ‘big girl’ every night. But it came out earnestly, and she believed her own fib.

“Hrm. You have been good lately, haven’t you?”

The former caption author nodded enthusiastically. “I learned five new ballet twirls, and Ashie’s mother said I was ‘the perfect little guest’ yesterday, remember?”

She gave big doleful eyes up from beside her Mother’s enormous familiar boob. At this point it wasn’t even an act, another side of her had been dragged out after a week spent back in childhood.

“I pwomise Mommy!”

The giantess suddenly laughed, entranced, and swung her baby out in front of her.

“Ok schmookings. Angelcakes. My little princess.”

She dared start to hope.

“My little girl can stay up late one night, but only one night, understood?”

She nodded sheepishly.

“Oh I have just the cutest child in the world, don’t I?”

She nodded again slowly, partly intending just to give the woman whatever she wanted, but also partly feeling it was true.

“Can I just wear a thin diaper tonight? I want to try being a big girl.”

Her mother chuckled.

“You’re so cute.”

But she picked up a thin diaper.

She couldn’t believe how well playing cute was paying off. She had a fairly neutral looking Christmas sweater, a thin diaper, and would get to stay up late.

Her giantess Mommy was entranced right now, but she suspected that it wouldn’t last beyond the special date of New Years. It would be back to poofy pink dresses which tied around her chest and flared up at the top of her hips, leaving her usual thick diapers available for quick access, with all the insult that such a supposed necessity implied.

The giantess picked up a plastic tiara then, decked with blue stars, apparently her new year’s celebration piece.

“Oh Mommy, do I have to?”

The giantess chuckled, and kissed her on the nose.

“So my Baby is in there still after all,” she teased, then worked the tiara onto the pouting girl’s head.

“My little Princess should wear a tiara, don’t you think?”

She glanced up from her spot on the changing table, then blushed and nodded.

“Sorry Mommy.”

“It’s okay honey. You’re only a child.”

She nodded sheepishly. The giantess pulled her into a hug against those giant boobs, and she made a face as she pressed into the opening of the low-cut top. The vanilla scent was all too familiar there, and she could only wonder if she’d be able to stand the smell again once she left.

If she left, she reminded herself, it wasn’t in the bag yet. All the concessions she’d won from Mommy had made her overconfident. But she wasn’t going to fail this time.

Some of the larger brats were teasing her in the living room, and she walked off sniffling, then realized at the last moment that she couldn’t go to her giantess mother, or else it would look like she was a little girl who needed her bedtime. Why had she even thought to go straight there as a source of comfort? Gross. She’d been in this reality for too long. Just a week ago, she’d wanted to run the opposite way from the busty giantess woman.

But they’d gotten on so well today. She almost felt like she could stand this baby thing, well, minus how it was the rest of the year when it wasn’t a special day. She glanced down at her thin diaper, and supposed even that was too much. She really shouldn’t be thinking about settling for all this, the fact that she was running away from kids bullying her was enough evidence of-

Dammit, one of them was coming back. She quickly waddled into the living room, realizing that without thinking, she’d gone straight for Mommy again.

Another giantess nodded at her approach, and Mommy stopped talking, and glanced down with raised eyebrows.

Close enough, she was safe from the kid here. She turned around to see if she was still being followed, when Mommy’s giant hands suddenly swept her up.

“Eep!”

She almost lost her battle with her diaper. She wasn’t sure if wetting counted, but she figured she’d have a subclause for both.

“Hello babycakes,” Mommy laughed, bouncing her slightly. The giantess frowned then, and glanced at the clock.

She realized how close she was to losing the situation. Mommy might be far less impressed by previous negotiations made with a baby now that she’d been talking to real adults for the past few hours.

“Look Mommy! We have so many guests!”

The giantess glanced away from the clock, then down at the energetic bundle of happiness sitting in her arms.

“Many indeed!” Mommy beamed, giving a few bounces.

“She’s just a little baby who needed her Mommy huh?”

She froze at the high voice, realizing one of the brats had followed her over.

Mommy glanced down, and nodded.

“She’s not usually up this late. But she’s been very good.”

The kid was nodding sagely, as if this was some special exclusive conversation between adults.

“She was being a bit naughty before.”

“What?” she blurted from her mother’s arms.

“Was she?”

The kid nodded with an air of responsibility.

“She wouldn’t let others play with her crayons. She was being a cranky little thing. I think she might be up past her bedtime.”

She opened her mouth, speechless with rage. That wasn’t… Well… It wasn’t exactly what had happened. She’d told the kids to play somewhere else, that the crayons were hers in the hope they’d leave her alone and let her try one more caption. Then they’d teased her about her fully exposed diaper, and pointed out the clear reality that she was just a baby. It wasn’t fair! Mommy had insisted that the diaper be visible for more regular checks, saying that the thin design wouldn’t last as long as ‘good’ diapers. A double-edged victory, it seemed.

Mommy turned to look crossly down at her.

“Is this true babykins?”

“N-No Mommy! She’s-”

Her words trailed off. Her own tone revealed that it was true enough.

The giantess narrowed her eyes, then glanced down.

“Kid, you seem responsible enough. Can you take the others outside to the playground?”

The giantess turned her glare back.

“My daughter needs a timeout in the play corner, and maybe a little nap.”

It got a low moan, which only got a smile from the kid who quickly departed.

“Mommy, I don’t need a nap! You promised. You said-”

“Would you rather go back to your crib?”

She immediately shook her head, and kept silent as she was carried through a worrying number of people who might overhear her complaints. She closed her eyes, as if that might prevent anybody from seeing her – clearly an upset child who was in trouble with her mother.

The sound of the TV told her that they’d crossed back into the rumpus room, where she practiced her ballet on weekdays. She felt herself getting gently laid down at her play space at one wall.

“You promised to be good, didn’t you babykins?”

She nodded, feeling her stupid new year’s tiara catch on the pillow.

“And do you think trying to tell the older kids what to do is very good behaviour?”

“No Mommy,” she admitted, feeling a sniffle coming on. She really didn’t want a nap! Last night had been extra late as she’d fretted about not beating the test, putting her head down for a nap right now might be problematic. If she fell asleep here, would she have the same diaper problem as in the crib? Or was that just some by-product of the drowsiness-inducing lullabies of her mobile? Perhaps the tune wasn’t even hypnotic, and just reminded her that she was just a baby now, which caused her body to do the rest – and the fact that she’d just gotten in trouble from a real kid might well prove to have the same effect.

“Half an hour,” her mother instructed, with a sternness which told her if she was caught opening her eyes once, moving about and playing instead of staying completely still for the next half hour, it would be a spanking and immediate bedtime.

The woman stood and walked away.

It wasn’t fair, she’d been older than that kid once! Well, she maybe still was, but she didn’t look it.

She didn’t dare open her eyes.

She thankfully wasn’t as comfortable as she would have been in her crib. She could hear the people coming and going, which seemed like it might help, though after awhile, the sound settled into a kind of background lullaby of its own kind.

She was genuinely tired, she realized with a shock. Well, her sleeping had been starting earlier this week… And last night did turn into a planning session.

She felt a yawn coming on, and refused to let it out. She knew how this went.

It dawned on her that people were walking right past her flashed diaper, but there was nothing that she could do. Being a bad baby would only make it worse.

Thinking about her diaper was a mistake though. She’d had a movement every night by now, and it had been over 24 hours since the last one. Mommy hadn’t held back on the usual heavy fiber meals today either, and she’d been so enthusiastically playing the role of good girl, that she’d let it be spooned into her mouth along with a suggested second helping – without complaint. Not that her objections ever had any weight anyway.

Fighting the urge to wet had been bad enough, but now she had to fight two fronts, all the while laying among her toys and obvious playthings, flashing her stupid diaper as the giants moved about, clearly visible as an exiled little girl who had stayed up past her bedtime. Her play-tiara began to slide down a the sloppy costume of an exhausted little girl, as the final demeaning insult of her miniaturized exile.

No matter how she scrunched her face, and tried to fight dozing off, she felt sleep setting in, crawling from every direction as the noises of the grownups began to sound muted and distant.

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After a moment she gasped, then shot up, realizing that she’d actually fallen asleep for a moment. But it was okay! Her diaper was perfectly clean and dry! Oh, she was actually going to do it!

She glanced around, and sure enough, Mommy was approaching, beaming. She’d stayed in place for just long enough, and would get to stay awake! And Mommy’s smile told her that she’d get to celebrate New Year’s Eve, with all the energy that would bring.

“Do you want some more cake sweetie?”

She squirmed in her highchair, and glanced at the messy plate covered in cream, and then the novelty-sized plastic wineglass which had been filled with soda.

“N-No Mommy, I’m very full.”

It was true. Staying up late was beginning to present its own set of problems. She almost felt like she’d be better off in the crib.

She hiccuped – which got a laugh from Mommy – and then scrunched her face as a big cloth was used to clean it.

She tried twisting her lower half from side to side, feeling the growing pressure down below which wanted to do far worse than hiccup. This was easily the longest night ever.

Her vision became clear as the big cloth was pulled away, and Mommy smiled at her, before carrying the plate away.

“Oh!” a visiting lady exclaimed, leaning into the fridge, “Perhaps she’d like some of these blueberries? I know it’s a bit late, but it’s New Year’s Eve, she deserves a treat tonight!”

“Oh that sounds wonderful!” Mommy agreed.

She felt her stomach gurgle in the highchair, and leaned forward to grip the tray.

“Mommy!” she suddenly whined.

“Yes Baby?”

The giantess glanced at her pose then, and tapped her lip thoughtfully.

“Perhaps you’d like to go to your crib now sweetie, and stay up for the rest of New Year’s there?”

She nodded, desperately, uncaring if she came off as a pathetic baby who couldn’t stay up all night now. At least there, nobody would keep trying to feed her!

She’d discover how wrong she was when they arrived at the room, and Mommy took her top off all the same. She’d normally devoted all of her energy to blocking out the experience, but tonight she couldn’t take her mind off of keeping her diaper spotlessly clean.

Mommy’s breasts were enormous, smelling of salt and vanilla perfume. The nipple had gone easily into her mouth, not quite the size of her huge pacifier teats, but enough for her to get a reluctant grip on. She’d sucked until her jaw was sore, trying to ignore the filling sensation of her stomach.

“I’m so fully Mommy,” she whined, daring to open her eyes tonight and look at what she’d been sucking on. Goodness, this woman was just huge.

“Other side,” Mommy cooed, and switched her over.

She’d been in a daze when Mommy had changed her into a nighttime diaper – double layered tonight, in consideration of all that she’d eaten.

She could only moan as she was lowered into her crib, laying flat with her face buried in the pillow for a moment, before glancing over to see Mommy checking the cat-clock.

“You’ll be able to still see New Year’s morning from here sweetie,” Mommy cooed, coming back to flip her onto her back and stroke her face free of hair. “Can you tell me where the hands will be when it’s midnight?”

She tried to sit up, to glance over. Her stomach wasn’t the only problem – the diaper was by the far the thickest she’d ever experienced. It seemed to be taunting her to just give up all her dreams of adult life, to accept that she’d failed the other tests and would fail this one, to just admit that she was destined to be a baby. She’d wished for all this, after all, hadn’t she? Even if it was an offhand wish, why would she make it unless she wanted it?

She held up her two index fingers to indicate where the hands would be, once the cat-clock’s black ‘whiskers’ had turned on the white dial.

“Oh clever girl!” Mommy praised, rubbing her head, then fixing her hair and leaning in to deliver a series of kisses.

“Oh you’ve been so good tonight, I don’t mind you staying up until the clock says midnight, okay? But then it’s sleep, a moment later.”

She nodded sheepishly, almost feeling bad for misleading this woman like this. If all went well, she’d be back in her world in just over an hour, when the clock struck midnight. She began to wonder again whether her diaper messing troubles would continue there, but then decided that was the last thing she needed to think about right now, feeling another gurgle come from her stomach.

“Mommy?”

“Yes sweetie?”

“Can you leave the night light on full, just so I can see the clock?”

The woman beamed.

“I’ll be back after the adults celebrate to turn it off. You better be asleep by then, okay?”

She nodded, and got a smile and another loving brush of fingers along her forehead, then the huge woman marched through the nursery and left.

She arched her back, and tried to make the pain stop. God, being a beloved baby was hard.

Well, she had to admit, if she would just be a baby and stop fighting certain things, it might get a bit easier, though probably no less uncomfortable.

Sweat beaded her brow. It felt like time had stopped. She stared at the clock, and saw that five minutes still remained. She lifted her crotch from the mattress, held her diapered rear in the air for a moment, then lowered it back down. Anything to stop her from making a baby of herself.

She realized that she hadn’t messed while awake except on that first, fateful day. She wasn’t even quite sure what to expect, and what it might feel like.

She gave a small girlish whine which brought a blush to her face, and glanced over at the clock. Dammit. How much longer?

Her head was getting dizzy, and she clamped her thighs over her diaper several times. She considered trying to rub the bulging front as an unplanned way of taking her mind off of her current problems, but it seemed wrong to start five minutes before midnight and the escape. Besides, so far she’d been unable to bring herself to really do that in this reality. Getting to the verge was fine – she was there half the day already – but going over required forgetting about how real everything was, and every attempt instead brought her snapping back to reality with a disgusted realization that she was just a baby, and babies didn’t masturbate.

Her head buzzed. One minute left.

She dared stand, which took most of the remaining time, and held onto the rails, staring at the cat-clock. It’s eyes went side-to-side, taunting her, while its swishing tail was almost hypnotic. Fifteen seconds left.

Ten.

Five.

Four.

Three.

She closed her eyes, not daring let loose now. The grossest danger had at least become less of a problem, but she could soak her diaper with a torrential flood at a second’s notice.

Two.

One.

She took a deep breath, still gripping tightly to the edge of the rail.

Well, it had taken a few moments last time, but she’d at least passed midnight now.

She stumbled back, and collapsed onto her backside.

It dawned on her that it wasn’t even such a struggle now, a part of it had just been the stress.

She spread her legs and sat watching the clock, resting back on her hands, feeling the first notion of a trickle between her legs, then realized it was just sweat. Well, it shouldn’t matter now, but she’d hold back.

Still, the clock reached half a minute after a midnight, and still, nothing had happened.

She began to stress, kneading her diaper with her knuckles, feeling the fight build up again. What if there were timezones or something?

No, this place had been on the same schedule as when she’d left her usual life, she was fairly sure.

She lay on her back, and began slowly kicking her legs. Oh god. This was taking too long!

It had reached five minutes past, somehow. She stood back up, and held onto the rail’s edge, staring at the clock. What on Earth?

The nursery door suddenly opened, revealing the silhouette of Mommy.

“Baby! You know you were supposed to be asleep after midnight!”

She gasped, not even capable of imaging any reality except this one right now. She threw herself back down, bouncing her padded backside around in the process. Good behaviour lessons came flooding back, and she felt a wave of guilt over how she’d been planning a rebellion all day. With it having not happened, it suddenly all seemed incredibly bad and childish. Was it still going to happen?

Mommy turned down the nightlight to half, then walked over and glared down. The good mood was lost with her bit of bad behaviour.

“You sleep now, alright naughty girl? It’s right past your bedtime.”

She gulped, and saw the woman glance towards the hairbrush on the nearby dresser. Oh god no, please.

The woman seemed to decide that, overall, she’d been good enough today, and looked away.

“Sleep now my Princess, okay?”

She nodded, feeling tears stinging her eyes. It was past midnight, and she still didn’t have any relief.

The giantess checked everything was correct, then turned and left, closing the door behind her.

The former caption author couldn’t do it, she couldn’t sleep. She turned to stare at the clock.

First, half an hour passed. Then an hour. It was one in the morning, a ludicrous time by her new childish identity’s standards.

At one-thirty, she gave up. Her diaper let out a low hiss, then a growing roar, and began to slightly change in shape, taking a mottled effect on the surface.

It just kept coming and coming. Soon the immediate absorbency of even a diaper so huge couldn’t keep up, and she felt a warm pool building around her nethers. She threw her hands over her eyes, and gave a few shaking sobs.

Once she was done, she rolled around in it for a bit, confirming that she’d never get comfortable.

Suddenly, she thrust her hips into the air and closed her eyes, and began grunting while the back of her diaper expanded and sagged.

It was beyond awful, but she had no energy to block this out this time either. She lay with her hands over her eyes, moaning slightly. This was far darker than anything she’d wished for, wasn’t it?

It kept going too, and soon she pulled knees to her chest, and rested her heels on the front of her puffy soaking diaper.

When she was done, she couldn’t move. If she lowered her legs, most of the mess which had been positioned by her raised backside would have nowhere to go. It would be awful.

But she had to lower her legs eventually.

And she had to gasp through the squishing grossness.

She felt her adult identity finally taking an equal seat with her repressed childhood now. She understood how her neighbour behaved in the nearly schizophrenic way that she did. Both child and thinking adult, mixed into one. What an awful wish they’d each made.

By two thirty, she’d somehow found the energy to hump her toys against the front of her diaper with her hands, then turned over, and used her whole body. It was the worst diaper she’d ever been in. She was the most grossed out she’d ever been. She was also the horniest.

When she finally collapsed on her big soft toy, quite sure that she’d have failed any of Santa’s tests by now, she saw that it was almost three. She realized that she’d have to be up soon, and finally surrendered, ready for sleep.

She was almost asleep when she heard the fireworks start, and the cheer go up from the living room, despite the soundproofing of her nursery.

She blinked, staring out through her crib bars at the clock for a moment, trying to make sense of it. Why would people be celebrating the new year at three in the morn-

A most terrible shiver ran through her. Of course. Mommy had been looking after ‘a little girl’ – she’d set the clock ahead so that nine appeared as midnight, to ensure that she was asleep by a suitable time, and felt like she’d stayed up.

Mommy had even warned her that it was nothing special. And she was right, there was nothing about that hour which had felt different than now, except the cheer going up in the rest of the world.

She let loose a frustrated primal scream as the cheering continued, rolled about kicking for a moment in her messy diaper, then finally collapsed.

As she opened her eyes, she caught a red glow just seeming to ebb away from everywhere for a moment, and dared hope – but no, it was just locking her into this reality now, that was Santa’s final gift. She knew.

She was laying there in surrender, when the door suddenly flew open. Mommy rushed in. Well, at least the woman cared, and was always listening to the baby monitor. It probably also confirmed how little humping she’d get away with on a less noisy night.

“Are you okay sweetheart? Did the fireworks wake you up? Oh I should have turned on your crib mobile.”

She looked up, and sniffled, realizing that she couldn’t even blame the mobile for he mess tonight. She’d failed all on her own, awake and conscious and willing. She’d surrendered to babyhood as soon as there seemed no easy path to adulthood, rather than hold out as long as she could like a true adult.

The giantess Mommy scooped her from the crib, and began bouncing her over a shoulder for a good fifteen minutes, until she finally she could speak.

“Just a bad dream,” she mumbled, blushing at the squishes and squelches from below. And it was true, she’d been dreaming to ever think that she’d escape this place. It was the product of her own wishes, after all.

Mommy seemed satisfied after a bit longer, though took her temperature with a thermometer in her mouth – thankfully not able to get into the diaper right now. But she did take her to the changing table afterwards, which gave her hope about that. Unfortunately the woman just produced plastic snap-on pants then, and began tugging them over, pulling the whole warm mess of the diaper closer.

“We don’t want these to leak, don’t we?” she asked in a cooing voice, pursing her lips and poking the front of the diaper.

“No Mommy,” she agreed, despite herself.

“You were quite the little pottypants tonight,” her mother tisked.

The former caption author let her head roll back in wordless exhaustion, god dammit Santa.

Finally the snaps of the plastic pants were all done up, and she went through another round of breastfeeding, before being returned to the crib.

A big kiss on her forehead somehow sealed how final all this was for her.

“Happy new year baby,” the giantess cooed, smiling and stroking her forehead.

“Happy new year… Mommy…” she said, realizing that it really would be a full year until she had a chance of changing anything. Well, that wasn’t true. She could hope for the occasional diaper change, she supposed.

Mommy gave her one final kiss, adjusted her toys around her so that she had an audience, then left.

“Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year,” she mumbled to herself, then looked over, selected a comforting looking plushy, and pulled it in for a cuddle. She plopped her thumb in her mouth, barely even thinking, knowing what she was now, there was no use trying to pretend anymore.

“Shoulda just wrote those Christmas captions…” she muttered, closing her eyes.