Chapters 24-26 by Sofia Hammerstein

'Alterations' continues the story of Stacy's journey from 'Exchanged' and 'Little Hope.' Stacy is a young college student who chose to travel to a new dimension to study their advanced computing technology at a prestigious university as an exchange student. Stacy thought he knew what he was getting into when he traveled, but multiple events show that he didn't plan for every problem he would encounter. Recently on a trip his adoptive parents adopted another Little, Bella, to help prevent her from being taken by unscrupulous Amazons. Stacy now begins orientation and classes at Emerson as the small family attempts to stay safe from the outside threat. Can Stacy manage to navigate college classes and everything the dimension can throw at him, and still make it back home with a degree? (Story set in the Diaper Dimension)

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 

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Chapter 24: Taste
 

A pair of chopsticks was handed to me, and I began eating. I had just finished a couple pieces of chicken as Amanda walked downstairs.

The spice was not nearly as bad as I was afraid it would be with their warnings. Really it was only one step above mild in my mind, and I wondered if it was because the smaller the chile pods were, the spicier they were back home. These were as big as poblanos… “How can you eat that?” Bella said as Amanda slid her tray in place.

“What?”

“It’s spicy… Look at all of those peppers!!! I’d be crying by now,” Bella told me.

I shook my head, “It’s not spicy at all to me.”

Amanda curiously took a piece of the chicken out of the container and tasted it. I watched while her face lit up, “You call that not spicy?!?” Then, she quickly guzzled some water.

Fred looked inquisitively, took his own taste, and agreed it was pretty hot. For my part, I looked at a piece of the large chile pepper and decided to go for it. Amanda said, “Noooo…” as I crunched happily down on it.

My mouth lit up in a beautiful sensation that let me know I was alive, and I smiled, “You really have to get out more if you think this is spicy!”

I shook my head and kept eating while they stared at me in shock and began eating their own meals. I was full, and a little bit remained in a takeout box. Finally, Bella asked, “Can… can I try it?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, sweetie?” Amanda said.

“I think you’ll cry a lot!” Fred added. “Stacy seems to have some odd taste buds!”

She looked at me, and I shrugged, “I’ve always been the wrong person to ask. If they think it’s spicy, it probably is to them and you?”

“Please?” She asked.

“It’s your funeral,” Amanda said with a shake of her head. She put a tiny piece of chicken on the tray in front of her.

Bella looked at it before tentatively popping a small amount in her mouth and instantly turned red with tears pouring down her face. “Hot!!!!!” she cried…

“Mommy, give her my milk,” I told Amanda, who looked panicked. She did as I told her to do, and Bella guzzled it for several long moments before the crying became a whimper.

“Better?” Amanda asked as she now cuddled her in her lap.

“Sort of… You’re crazy!!!!” Bella said to me.

“We could have some fun with this, though?” Fred said, looking at me mischievously.

“Conning people into betting what I can eat?” I smiled widely at him. Then, I felt the need to pee and let it out in my diaper.

“Something like that.”

“You two…” Amanda said, disgruntled while she cuddled Bella.

“So, what are you doing tomorrow?” Fred asked us, “There’s nothing on the orientation schedule, right?”

I shook my head, “We’re done until Monday when classes start, I think?”

“Dad called earlier, and he wants me to bring Stacy by in the morning to his studio and spend the day with her until his afternoon classes start.”

I looked at her, “I’m glad we can finally work out a time.”

“Well, it’s going to be more often starting next week, but he thinks it’s a good idea to go ahead and evaluate you. So he wants me to drop you off at nine.”

“Cool,” I said.

The rest of the weekend was roughly planned out over the next twenty minutes that we finished dinner. Then, Sunday, we would be going to her parent’s house for dinner again. Then, after she dropped me off tomorrow, she planned on going grocery shopping with Bella and Fred for things like diapers and food the following week.

“Did you find a place for Bella to go?” I asked while looking at Bella.

“The hospital daycare didn’t seem to be too bad?” Bella answered me.

“You think you’ll be safe there?”

She shrugged, “definitely better than the university daycare. Most of the ‘babies’ there were actual babies. There were only two other Littles there, and they said it’s not bad other than the standard baby treatment. So Daddy can come to check on me through the day too?”

I nodded, “I can’t imagine that there are many better places than that then…?”

“I will keep looking, though,” Amanda said to us. “A friend mentioned a new daycare near the university that is supposed to just be for Littles.”

“That sounds like an etiquette school?” I asked worriedly.

“It might be, so I’m going to keep researching it before we even visit it,” she added.

I sat there for another minute before I wanted to get down and back to my project, “May I get down and get back onto my computer?”

She smiled and said, “I guess. Why don’t you go ahead and email your parents while you’re at it?”

I grimaced, “You’re right; I’d better.”

She wiped my hands and then Bella’s hands with baby wipes as she removed the highchair trays. Then, those out of the way, she picked me up, putting me on one hip, before placing Bella on the other. Once upstairs in the nursery, she sat Bella down on the floor and felt my diaper, “Hmm… someone needs changed, huh?”

She tickled my side before setting me down on the changing table. “We should probably get in the habit of changing you into your play clothes when you get home from school, Stacy.”

I nodded, “Okay.”

I was given a diaper change into a new Pamper and dressed in a one-piece romper fit for a newborn. I just sighed and let her dress me before sitting me down on the ground. “Remember, email your mom!” She reminded me.

I nodded and unplugged my computer to use it on battery, and jumped onto my bed where I could have the wall to my back and my screen in front of me. I knew that Mom had probably emailed Amanda asking for an update, therefore prompting her reminder… so I emailed her first and filled her in on some of the events from the past few days. I didn’t want to worry her, so I kept the break-in out of the email. Mostly I let her know about my course schedule and that I was alive. It was a shorter email than some I had sent, but I still included my safe codes and knew she would be okay with it.

After that, I went back to my current project to see if I could connect to the nanites inside my body. Amazingly it seemed they were still able to respond to a signal if you could generate the correct frequencies. Unfortunately, my computer couldn’t do so by default, so I looked to see if it was coding or a hardware solution I would need to break. Bella was coloring something quietly while I worked, but I lost track of her as I continued digging for a software solution that would be easier to deal with. Her sudden weight on my bed shocked me, and I quickly engaged a quick-hide shortcut.

“Whatcha doing?” she asked me.

“Playing around with some of the coding software from this dimension,” I told her honestly.

“I’m bored…” she told me.

I sighed, “Sorry… I know how I felt the first couple of days when I was getting full-on babied, but at least I’m getting some mature time… You’re just stuck...”

She nodded, “I knew it was inevitable… it could have been a lot worse, actually!”

“But it still sucks,” I said while mentally wondering if the filter I had installed on the monitor really would filter my usage of that word out… ‘I know there’s no way I can get rid of that word from my vocabulary!’

“Yeah… Play with me?” Bella asked.

“Huh?”

“You were a boy growing up, right?”

I nodded.

“So, you have no idea how to play with dolls…? Right…?”

“What’s with you and dolls?” I asked, “I thought girls grew out of them?”

“Doesn’t mean we wanted to… I know of several of my friends that played with them still even when they were grown up… I had a collection of them hidden in my apartment even!”

“Huh…” I said. I thought for a second and closed the lid of my computer, “I guess…?”

For the next hour or so, we dug out a couple dolls from the toy chest and pretended we were the Amazons and they were the Littles… Actually, I had a lot of fun with it before Amanda came into our room and said, “Bella, it’s bath time and bedtime, sweetie.”

“What about Stacy?” she asked.

“Stacy is a big college girl; she stays up later.”

After a moment of hesitation, I told her, “I could take my bath with her, though?”

Amanda looked at me in surprise, “You sure?”

I scooted over on my wet diaper closer to her and hugged her, “she’s fun.”

She shrugged and said, “Okay then, let’s go down to the bathtub. Just remember she’s given shallower bathwater,” she reminded me.

I sighed, “We have got to teach her how to swim!”

The water was embarrassingly low to me! My belly button was covered because I was shorter than Bella, but the water barely covered her groin. I did not stare, but her chest was definitely more developed than mine. She caught me looking and said, “It’s okay to be curious.”

I sighed, “What’s it like to have them?”

She shrugged, “It’s embarrassing when all of the big girls grow theirs sooner and get a lot larger than yours. I was the smallest of my Little friends, with even less to write home about than them. But at least it doesn’t seem necessary to remove them if they’re smaller… I had one friend that I didn’t recognize when I saw her in just her diaper outside my old apartment building.”

“They removed her breasts?” Amanda asked cautiously.

“Those, her teeth, hair, and I think the surgery for cutting the tendons so she couldn’t walk anymore…?”

“I just don’t get it!” I said aloud.

“No, it really doesn’t make any sense,” Amanda agreed.

Bath time was pretty short, and Bella was dressed first into a diaper, and a sleep sack before Amanda sat her on the floor and put me on the changing table. Next, a thick princess diaper and a footed sleeper were zipped onto me. “Here, why don’t you take your computer down to my office, and you can work there?” She suggested.

I nodded and grabbed it from where I had plugged it in to charge while playing with Bella. I also grabbed my tablet from my bag and toddled with the thick diaper on down to her office. She followed me to put me into the highchair. Before she did so, I asked, “Mommy, can you move the highchair over there?”

“Why?”

“I like having a wall against my back?” I hesitated, “Especially with the break-in and everything?”

She looked skeptical but moved it over to the spot I’d pointed to anyway before setting me down, buckling me into the harness, putting the tray down, and setting the computer on it. “I’ll be back with a baba in a sec,” she said.

Since she was coming back, I decided that I wanted to look into that place that Little had been sent to earlier. It had been said so viciously that ‘Tippy Toes’ burned in my head as the name. Before searching, I quickly covered my electronic trail with several routings of my IP address and VPNs. The website is brought up instantly made my skin crawl.

Have a troublesome Little that’s just not adjusting to your excellent home environment? Our three-week program will have your little bundle of joy behaving like a good baby in no time! In addition, we offer customization therapies to change gender, dental remediation, mobility adjustments, and cosmetic packages that can be made permanent or temporary.’

I was just reading the next level of horror when Amanda came in with the bottle and peeked at the screen. “Looking for somewhere to go if you drop out?” She asked curiously.

I shook my head, “This is where she demanded the Little be sent to this afternoon!”

“I’ve heard it’s one of the ‘best,’ she said as she made quotations with her fingers.”

“Worst, more like it!”

She nodded, “I’m going to go feed your sister. I’ll be back to check on you then. Make sure you drink that baba before I get back!”

“Yes, Mommy,” I told her and quickly got to work the moment she was gone.

A quick scan made me sure my screen was out of view, and I began going at the changes that I needed to make to reach the frequency of the nanite remote software. I ended up piggybacking onto the tablet’s wireless transmitter. I was excited when I learned it could generate the frequencies I needed. It was finicky, but finally, I had the connection established within about twenty minutes!

‘Whoa… I have access to all of the original settings and then some!’ I thought. ‘First things first… if I can access them, so can anyone else!’ So I began securing the connection and locking editing out with anything but my 512-digit access key. I used a unique reminder system to keep track of what essentially ended up being a small paragraph of text, numbers, and characters to gain access. Confident it was now secure, I began digging into the original software and found the code that had caused the baby fat on my face to appear. I looked at it for a while before programming an adjustment plan to make it disappear and get my face mostly back to normal over the course of six months. Going any faster than that, and I was worried it would be obvious what was happening.

I had just begun researching again why Amanda’s milk might cause incontinence when she came back in, and I cleared what I was doing before looking up textbooks for my new classes. “Mommy, we need to buy some different textbooks for me, right?”

“I almost forgot about that…” she said, “Hand me your tablet,” she said.

Twenty minutes later, she declared herself done and said, “Okay, bedtime Princess!”

I sighed, “I’m really not tired…?”

“I know you’re not, but I am…” she said and hesitated… “Plus, I thought since you don’t have classes until Monday… thought well… we could maybe give nursing another chance?”

I looked at her both dumbfounded and wrought, with an aching desire for the comfort of nursing from her and the addictive liquid, unsure of how I should respond…

 
 

Chapter 25: Sensei Grandpa
 

I STARED AT Amanda for a moment and was about to say yes when I shook my head… “Maybe tomorrow night?” I told her. “I started doing some research and want to wait until I’m sure… I really really really want to… and that kind of scares me?”

She squeezed me in a hug and sighed, “No worries, you’re probably right… Daddy was pretty much thinking we shouldn’t either…?”

“Believe me, I want to… I know the university will let us access medical journals, and I just want to read more. One of the girls tonight seemed to think that I would lose all control after just a month – permanently. So I want to find whatever research I can first.”

She nodded as she laid me down on the changing table and changed my diaper again. “At least I have your sister to help me!”

I nodded as she lifted me up and tucked me into my little bed, “Stacy, please don’t think I love you any less with Bella here,” she kissed me on the forehead, “Try and get some sleep. You didn’t get much the last couple of nights!”

I sighed and said, “Night, Mommy,” and rolled over onto my side.

It took me longer to sleep that night than I could remember since I came to the dimension. The diaper was incredibly distracting for some reason that night. It felt hot, and I was sweaty for some reason. After sitting there, I realized that I needed to go pee and let the padding soak it in. I had so many ideas going on in my head about what I could do with the nanobots that were still active in my body. I thoroughly planned to use their programming to my advantage in every way I could. They were an incredible tool that I was surprised every Amazon hadn’t injected themselves with yet. I figured I could go in and give myself some other attributes to make myself stronger. More importantly, if I could figure out what made breast milk addictive and tear down control, I could hopefully combat that so Amanda and I could let ourselves enjoy that bond again. Tomorrow was a new day, and I hoped I could find some time on my own to work again. Finally, after at least an hour, I managed to get my brain to turn off until morning.
 

THE NEXT MORNING came early as Amanda scooped me from bed and plopped my sleepy form on the changing table. “Come on, Princess, time to wake up!” she said as she undid the tabs of my diaper and wiped me with a cold wipe that did spring my eyes open.

“Cold!” I whined.

“Well, you’re awake now, at least. Did you know you wet your diaper last night?”

I nodded, “Couldn’t go to sleep, ended up going in it before I did.”

She sighed a bit in relief, “Glad to hear that… I was a little worried,” she admitted.

I smiled weakly at her, and she plopped a pacifier in my mouth.

“Okay, my dad said he wants you dressed like a normal Little today so you can blend in and look like he’s just babysitting you for me.”

I groaned.

She lived down to my expectations by pulling out a pink romper that looked like it thought it was a dress. The top was smocked like a fancy dress, but it ended like a romper with a baggy bottom that tried to look like shorts. I noticed it was missing snaps in the crotch and only had buttons in the back. I groaned, knowing that every time I needed a diaper change, I’d have to be completely undressed… I was sure that if I wore it, no one would believe I wasn’t a pretty baby girl - or at least a very well taken care of Little!

“Cute isn’t it!” she told me, “I can’t get this in Bella’s size, unfortunately,” she added.

“Lucky her…” I said dryly.

“It should make you look like an innocent baby staying with your grandpa for the day. But, with it being a romper, you should be able to still mostly move around.”

“Mostly?”

“He asked that I have you in the thickest diapers you normally wear.”

“Why?”

“I don’t ask my dad those things…” she admitted. “I’m guessing if he’s training you, he’s worried about the real world?”

I thought for a second and nodded, knowing that the princess diapers did impede my motion. “I guess that makes sense… I sure hope none of my friends see me!” I grumbled.

She laughed as she securely put the other side tape down on my diaper. “Why don’t you stand up so that we can get you into this…?”

“You know this is like the worst outfit to change a baby out of,” I told her as I stood up inside the leg holes, and she helped me pull my arms through the sleeves before buttoning the back. “Why didn’t they at least put snaps in the crotch?” I asked.

She shook her head, “I don’t actually know; you’re right, that’s a design flaw. Hopefully, you don’t have to poop right now…?”

I groaned, knowing I would probably need to do so before leaving. Amanda carried me downstairs and presented me with a bowl of oatmeal. I looked and could see Bella looked to have been fed earlier because she was snoozing in the playpen. I started to reach for the spoon, but she stopped me so she could add a bib, and she picked up the spoon, “Do you mind?” She asked.

A part of me went, ‘I’m a big girl, I don’t need...’ But I had also been insanely jealous of all of the attention to Bella.

That part took control, and I nodded my head.

Amanda smiled and quickly began repeatedly putting the ‘train’ and ‘airplanes’ in my mouth until I was done with the bowl. She gave me my cup of coffee and set a bottle of juice next to it while she went about doing dishes in the sink. I focused on the coffee first and enjoyed every drop while wondering what I was in for today. All too soon, I felt a rumbling in my bowels and asked, “Umm… Mommy, may I use the potty?”

She sighed and wiped her soapy hands off before coming to get me out of the highchair. She was about halfway through undoing the little buttons at the back of the romper when I couldn’t hold it much longer. I think it was clear from my face, and she said, “Stacy, just let it go; I’ll get you right out of it.”

I whimpered, but another cramp meant I wouldn’t make it until she could get me out of the romper. With no other option, I pushed the mess into my diaper. It was runnier than usual, and I felt it on my legs. Amanda wrinkled her nose. I think she could see trails of brown that had leaked out of the diaper onto the romper. “Eew,” I complained.

She sighed but patted my back and carried me back upstairs. “I knew you weren’t a fan of the romper, but did you have to get poopy all over it?”

I felt tears in my eyes, but she laughed and kissed my head, “It’s okay, sweetheart, let’s get you out of that and into something else.”

“Just get the poop off of me,” I whined.

She finished what she had started doing with the buttons and slipped it out from underneath me before working on my leg with a wipe before opening the diaper. Inside, she found a disgusting mess and asked, “You didn’t eat anything strange yesterday?”

I shook my head, “I don’t think so… I guess I had some food at the party last night, but they said they made it themselves, so it was safe?”

“Hmm… I wonder if someone has a mole inside the sorority? It could be a high-paying job to help sell out the others... Next time you see them ask if they had any problems?”

“They’ll probably just blame me,” I told her. “Several of them were really suspicious of me since I’ve been adopted already.”

Once I was rediapered, she said, “Well, this romper is out, but I bought a dress with the exact same design, let’s go with it!” I groaned when I saw the nearly identical top but with a skirt. She had a pair of pantaloon-style panties that she pulled over the top of the diaper first and then had me sit up to put the dress over the top. It didn’t cover much past my waist, so the panties were fully exposed. A pair of frilly socks went on my feet next, but no shoes.

“Shoes?” I asked her.

“You wouldn’t be allowed to wear them in my dad’s studio anyway,” she said. “And since you look like a nice innocent baby right now, you really don’t need them.”

I sighed and nodded, “I guess.”

She tickled my side for a moment before finding a pacifier to put in my mouth and carrying me downstairs. “Fred?” She called.

He came from downstairs, “Yes, Mandy?”

“I’m taking Stacy to my dad’s now; I’ll be back in a while. I just changed and fed Bella not long ago, so she’ll probably nap until I get back.”

“Okay, see you both later,” He told us with a smile.

Amanda grabbed one of two pink diaper bags sitting side by side with my name on it. “When did we get new diaper bags?” I asked after pulling my pacifier out.

“My mom bought them for us yesterday. Seemed to think it would be a bit easier to keep track of if we needed to take you to different places since you definitely wear different sized diapers!” She pushed the pacifier back in my mouth, “Now hush and be a good baby.”

I sighed and wondered about the weird back and forth my poor brain sometimes went through! It didn’t take long before we reached a part of town with many strip malls and restaurants. I couldn’t see much out of my seat, but she soon pulled over into a parking lot and opened my door. She pulled my pacifier out of my mouth and placed it into my diaper bag before she gathered the bag and me up and walked towards a glass door that she knocked on.

Before it opened, I had just read the sign, ‘Colonel Joe’s Self-Defense Training Studio.’ Grandpa had let her into the large studio that looked nicer than anything I’d seen back home. Practice dummies, punching bags, different weapons, mats, and everything someone might need for practicing martial arts seemed to be there. It even looked like a robotic opponent might be sitting silently asleep in a corner… A sign above the entrance listed a surprising number of styles taught in the studio. “Hi, Mandy,” he said as he hugged her after relocking the door.

“Hi, Daddy,” she said.

“Hi Grandpa,” I said to him too.

“Well, we have a few hours before I have a class coming in. Mandy, I’ll take Stacy to our house for lunch. Is there anything I should know about?”

“Her diapers are in her bag. Like you asked, I just changed her into one of her thick princess diapers earlier. They’re supposed to keep her from walking when they get wet, but she’s learned to adjust pretty well. Generally, she can still toddle around without it knocking her down. She usually stays in her regular Pampers, though, so some of those are in there too if you want her to wear something thinner.”

“Any bottles?”

“There’s a couple bottles of juice in there if she gets thirsty,” she told him. “What time should I pick her up?”

“We start our elementary class at 4pm. Why don’t you come to get Stacy at 5pm?”

“Sure, she’ll be okay in there?” she asked worriedly.

“Worst case scenario, I put a blanket on the floor and tell her to pretend to be a baby. But, somehow, I don’t think that’ll be necessary. Just be warned, she’s probably going to be pretty sore tomorrow!” he told her and me with a smile.

She looked down worriedly at me but hugged me, kissed me on the forehead, and said, “I’ll see you later, Princess.”

“Bye, Mommy,” I told her as she sat me down and went back out the door, leaving me with the giant Amazon man who I had no doubt was incredibly skilled and dangerous.

“Okay, first things first… How long has it been since you were in your last classes?”

I thought for a moment, “About five years?”

“Do you remember the last Kata you learned?”

I nodded, “I think so.”

“Demonstrate,” he said while motioning me to the center of the floor.

I respectfully bowed to him and then began running through what I remembered. The diaper I was wearing was still dry, but it definitely changed my sense of balance. Luckily after wearing them for a few weeks, it was something I really mainly had adjusted for.

I honestly expected more loss of motion than I’d had after five years of not practicing, but I guessed the nanites doing their thing had helped out. Grandpa Joe ran me through a few more exercises to see how powerful I could punch and kick. A punching bag and some boards were used once he felt like he could trust my control.

“Okay, Stacy, you’re in much better shape than I would have hoped for…” he told me while I stood respectfully looking up at him.

“Thank you, Sensei,” I told him with a bow, “I’m a bit surprised myself; it’s been a long time.”

“That’s not to say there’s not a lot for you to learn!”

I nodded, “Especially given how big you all are… I don’t stand a chance if I make a mistake,” I said honestly.

“No, you don’t,” he agreed.

I noticed that my diaper was sagging a bit and wondered how long we’d been practicing. Then, looking up at the clock, I was surprised to see it was nearly noon. “We’ve been going that long?” I said, motioning to the clock.

He smiled, “When I have a willing pupil, I don’t notice the time pass either. Why don’t we change that wet diaper and we’ll go to my house so your Granny can feed you a good lunch? Then, we’ll come back here, and I’ll work with you on some new forms before the class arrives?”

“Sounds good, thank you, Sensei Grandpa,” I told him with a bow and then accepted his hug.

“You are definitely in the running to be my favorite granddaughter!” he said with a smile. He carried the diaper bag and me back to a locker room. He laid my changing mat on a bench and quickly changed my diaper before changing himself in front of me. I squirmed a bit as he pulled the Gi he had been wearing off and switched to a set of warm-up pants and a shirt. He then quickly took me to his car. A pink toddler car seat sat waiting for me. I couldn’t help but guess that it was probably too big for me. It was also set up front-facing, but I didn’t say anything as he tightened the harness down as small as it would go around me. As he went to his door, I noted I could still easily wriggle free if I wanted to!

We drove the short distance to their house, and I was carried inside, where Grandma was eagerly waiting. “There she is!” She cooed.

“Hi, Granny,” I told her as she kissed me and hugged me.

“Did you remember to change her?” She asked her husband a little accusingly.

“Of course, I may not understand you women folk’s fascination of Littles and babies, but I can change a diaper…” he grumbled.

“He did good, Granny!” I told her with a smile and a wink and Joe.

He smirked and said, “See, she even says so!”

“Well, I guess we better get lunch going here. I just made macaroni and cheese, does that work for you both?” Granny asked.

“That’s fine, honey,” he said.

I was sat in the highchair they had purchased for me. I was grateful that this one was an ordinary baby highchair without the straps for Littles! Several of the other types lined up against a wall for when the other ‘grandkids’ came to visit... I noticed another new one that I guess was for Bella now. ‘They’re going to run out of space for high chairs!’ I noted.

Granny grabbed a bib for me out of my diaper bag, filled one of my bottles, and then gave me a small bowl of what looked like homemade macaroni and cheese. She looked apologetic, “I don’t have any small forks…” as she held a large one that could have been a serving fork back home.

“Did Mommy leave one in my diaper bag?”

“I didn’t think to look; let me check!” I watched her check a few compartments before standing up and saying, “Yes, she did. My daughter apparently makes a very good mommy!”

I smiled at her, “Of course, she is – she has a good one too!”

I was able to eat lunch on my own with my fork and had some small conversations with both of them as lunch progressed. Just as I was finishing lunch, their home phone rang, “Mandy? Are you okay?” I heard and then heard her say, “Of course…” she held her hand over the phone, “Joe LPS apparently is at their house. They need us to bring Stacy back for a wellbeing check?”

“That was sooner than I expected,” he said with a sigh. “Tell Mandy we’ll be there in about a half-hour.”

“Mandy, your dad says we’ll be there in about a half-hour. The cavalry is coming,” she told her and hung up.

“What’s going on?” I asked, scared.

“Sounds like someone decided to play a card to see if they could get you two away through a complaint to Little Protective Services,” Grandpa Joe said.
 
 

Chapter 26: Unannounced Visits
 

“I’LL HAVE A friend of mine meet us there. Whatever you do when you get there, be cute and compliant with whatever the investigator asks.” Grandpa Joe told me.

“Can you change me again first?” I asked, having just felt an overwhelming need to urinate.

“Granny will take care of that,” she told me, “Joe, make your call!”

Granny unbuckled me from the highchair before taking me upstairs to a nursery I’d only heard about. Definitely designed with Littles in mind, the crib, changing table, and other items all had extra straps to hold a ‘naughty’ Little. I shuddered more than a little at them but was glad that Granny didn’t even use a strap on me as she laid me down on the changing table to change my damp diaper. “You want a regular pamper or one of those thicker ones?” she asked me.

“Which do you think LPS is less likely to think is neglectful?”

“Probably the thicker one,” she said.

“That one then.”

“At least my daughter dressed you about as babyishly as she could today!”

“Yeah… but I don’t have my student ID with me…?” I said nervously.

“Yes, you do; it’s in your diaper bag…” she said, digging around for a second and handing me the lanyard. “Why don’t you try and put it underneath your dress, though, so it’s not too obvious?”

“I really need to get one of those bracelets they talked about yesterday.”

She hugged me, “You’ll be fine,” before carrying me downstairs, “Joe, are you ready?”

“Yes, let’s get her buckled in and go to her house. Larry said he’s going to meet us there.”

“Good,” she said and followed him with me and my diaper bag out to her car that had a smaller rear-facing car seat in it, “Don’t you need to get back to the studio?”

“Hopefully, this won’t take that long, but Amy can take care of running classes if it does.”

With that, I was set down in the seat and buckled in. A pacifier was handed to me with the advice, “Probably best to play baby girl for the next few hours…?” She paused, “At least I think…?”

I nodded at her confusion and hoped everything would be okay. ‘The last thing I need is to be removed from Fred and Amanda by LPS!’ I thought to myself.

The trip home was too long and too short at the same time. As Granny undid my harness, I saw a van that we had parked behind with ‘Little Protective Services’ on the side. I felt my hair stand on end at the sight of that logo and knew we had to be very careful how we handled their visit. Granny went to the front door and was followed closely by Joe, carrying my diaper bag. Just before they were going to open the door, Amanda opened it, and I looked at how nervous her eyes were. She had a good poker face, but I had noticed I could read her eyes easily. Knowing just how vital this afternoon was, I happily squealed, “Mommy!” I reached out to grab her from Granny’s grasp.

“There’s my princess!” Amanda took me from her arms, hugged me, kissed me, and quietly said, “I love you,” as we walked in. I saw a lady and a gentleman sitting on the couch, Fred in a chair next to them, and Bella in the new playpen they had picked up for home.

“This is your other daughter?” The lady asked, “I thought she was going to college?”

“No classes today, so she spent the day with us,” Granny told her.

The lady looked me up and down and said, “I’ll need to examine her like I did your other daughter.”

I shuddered as I noticed Bella shake and sob and wondered just what this woman would be doing to me. Just as she began moving towards me, though, the doorbell rang. Grandpa Joe didn’t ask for permission and opened it to let in a well-dressed man in a suit. “Thanks for coming, Larry,” he said.

“Anytime, Joe,” He said. Then, he turned to Amanda and said, “Nice to see you, Amanda,” he held his arms out and hugged her gingerly with me in her arms, then held his hand out to Fred, “Fred,” he said.

“Thanks for coming,” Amanda told him.

“So, what’s the problem?” he looked towards the two LPS officers, “I’m Larry Worthington, the Westerfields’ attorney.”

“I’m Diana Ellis, and this is Bob Drindel. We’re here because there’s been a complaint against the Westerfields that they are abusing and neglecting their two Littles.”

“From whom?” Larry asked. I’m sure he wasn’t expecting a response, but I was glad he asked anyway.

“It was an anonymous report. They simply stated that the girls were malnourished, being allowed to roam freely with no bounds and that the smallest was let run around with no supervision around the university.”

“Well, those are serious charges. Have you seen anything to back them up?”

“We need to examine Stacy there to see if there are any signs of abuse there.”

“By all means, but her mother and I will be present,” he told her.

She shook her head, “Because she’s been accused of abuse, we can’t have her present. However, if they wish you to be a third-party observer on behalf of the family, you may.”

I looked at this complete stranger in fear, and the one too, and just hoped I wouldn’t be abused in the process here. Larry held his hands out and said, “It’ll be okay, Amanda,” and handed me over to this unknown stranger who she seemed to trust. “Stacy, I know you don’t know me, but I’ll be right there,” under his breath. “Where do you want to examine her?”

“Their nursery will work fine,” she said.

I sighed and hoped this unknown stranger could help keep something more serious from happening to me like it seemed to have to Bella. The lady led us upstairs to the nursery and said, “Please set her down on the changing table there,” She began moving towards me. She examined my hands and arms first, neck, face, legs, and then moved my dress up so she could see my back and chest. “You are a tiny thing, aren’t you?” she cooed.

I shrugged, and she pushed me back onto my back and pulled the panties down, followed by my diaper. Larry stood by closely, “Is there any reason for this?”

“Her diaper’s wet; I’m just changing her before we start chatting. I don’t want her to be any more uncomfortable?” She suggested.

“I’ll take care of it actually if you don’t mind…” he said.

“I’m a woman and a mother. I have this quite in hand!” she said.

“Yes, but I’m her lawyer, and her parents have not given you permission to do so. Let me change her really quick myself. You can keep looking for non-existent bruising just as easily from the side.”

He gently pushed his way in and then quickly undid the diaper I had on and gently pulled the tapes open. I squirmed a bit with this unknown man doing it. ‘I trust girls more,’ I thought, but he was quick and thorough. “I have three daughters at home, the youngest is two, so I’ve had a lot of practice,” he said to me with a smile as he pulled my dress back down and held me possessively. “Shall we continue the conversation you want, ma’am?”

“Where?”

“The floor?” he suggested, “Littles are always more comfortable on their level, right?”

She looked at him suspiciously but nodded, “Alright,” and he sat me down beside him, opposite of her. If there had been a table between us, we could have been in a legal conference room.

“Your name is?” She asked.

“Stacy Westerfield,” I told her.

“What was it before you were adopted?”

“Stacy Slane,” I told her.

“And you willingly went into the adoption agreement?”

I nodded, “I wished to come study in this dimension and reached an agreement with Mommy and Daddy to adopt me and let me go to school.”

“Why bother?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

“This dimension has cooler toys,” I told her.

She laughed, “Of course, it’s about the toys. I guess wood blocks back home aren’t interesting enough?”

“Something like that,” I told her.

“Have your Mommy or Daddy ever hit you?” she paused, “Even a spanking?”

I shook my head, “Mommy and Daddy probably would if I was bad, but I’m a good girl, and they’ve never had a reason to spank me.”

“Never?”

“Never,” I told her. “The only time I’ve had a spanking was when this evil machine did it to me at the store.”

“I read about that incident…” she paused, “they’ve really never spanked you?”

“Really,” I said.

“Sounds like they need to consider more discipline!”

“Can we continue the questioning, please?” Larry asked.

“Of course,” she said. “We were given reports that you were wandering around on your own on the university campus during the past couple of days.”

“I was never alone, ma’am. I had a babysitter at all times,” I told her.

“Really?”

“An unadopted Little can babysit me, correct?”

“Well…” she stammered.

“Yes, they can,” Larry reminded her. “All of her college friends are unadopted and can watch her without any problem.”

“Yes, you are correct… but who would leave such a tiny little thing with an irre...”

“Next line of questioning,” Larry told her. “You agree it’s legal. So let’s move on…?”

Her nose flared in irritation, but she continued, “You know it’s highly unusual for a Little to be in university classes rather than being enrolled in a certified daycare, correct?”

“So?” I responded, “I can do the work.”

“What’s the point, though? You can’t work anywhere when you finish?”

“Not your realm of responsibility,” Larry shut her down. “Do you really believe that she’s being neglected?” He motioned around the room, “the girls have a beautiful nursery with gates that lock them safely inside. You can see she’s well dressed, diapered, and well-nourished. What are your legitimate legal concerns at this time?”

She glared at him, “As you said, she and her sister seem to be well cared for. I guess I don’t really have any other than I don’t believe she should be going to the university...”

“Completely legal, though, correct?”

“So long as she is supervised in some way at all times… yes, it is.”

“Then let’s head downstairs and get you and your partner on your way to someone who actually needs your help?”

I was glad that he was there carrying me and protecting me because I was sure she was more than willing to spank me just because… She followed his request, though, and followed us downstairs. Larry handed me back over to Amanda, who was nervously waiting. She hugged me tightly, obviously scared of losing us. “So, you’ve observed my clients take great care of their Littles. Nothing to concern yourselves, correct?” He asked them.

The lady said, “we reserve the right to do another unannounced inspection.”

“During which time I will be called to observe and ensure my client’s rights are not violated, correct?” he said.

“Of course, sir…” the gentleman said, “I don’t really see a need to come back, though. If half of our Littles were pampered like these two princesses, there would be no need for our agency. Come on, Diana, this strikes me as one of our jealous calls. It’s probably someone hoping to take these two cuties for themselves. Thank you for your time,” he said and walked out with the lady and Larry following them out.

Larry came back inside when they were gone, “So who did you all piss off so badly?”

“I think there’s a list now?” I looked up at Amanda, who didn’t smile.

“Yeah… there does seem to be.” Amanda said.
 

THE NEXT HOUR we held a long conversation with Larry. We filled him in on what had happened since I had arrived. I had been moved to Fred’s arms, and Bella was in Amanda’s, shaking very nervously. I noticed that she wasn’t really saying much about what happened. I learned that before we arrived, the lady had done a similar ‘inspection’ on Bella without the help of Larry, and since the woman had been all alone with her, I couldn’t imagine her being kind. Eventually, she told us that she had been stripped so the lady could examine every inch of her. She had been given a very invasive diaper change that Bella whimpered about but refused to detail. Fred had to keep Amanda from going and finding the woman to kill her then.

It turns out Larry was the lawyer who had looked over our contract, and he told us, “Look, we knew that someone would probably make a complaint at some point, but like I said, there were no grounds to even really do more than visit once. If they do come back, let me know, and we’ll put an injunction together to block them from coming.”

“Is there any way to find out who put in the ‘tip’?” Fred asked.

He shook his head, “they make things anonymous for a reason. When a Little really is being abused, that would be an asset. Is there anything else going on that I should know about?”

Amanda looked at Fred, and when he nodded, she said, “Bella here seems to be getting us some attention since another group was after her. I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the reason for the tip?”

“Why are they after her?”

“Information she may have?” Fred replied. “We’re not entirely sure. We adopted her on a flight to Selegnasol to protect her from a stewardess that seemed really sketchy. Since we adopted her, there have been a few attempts to kidnap Stacy or attack us. The Trelini crew may be involved in it, and a group called Venture B & E.”

“Both are trouble…” he said thoughtfully, “I’ve had a couple clients with problems with them before. I’ll put a private investigator on it – maybe they can help us figure out who’s after her…” he looked at me, “For now make sure that you stay good and out of trouble at the university. If you got in trouble for something, they might be able to come back and make a stronger LPS case.”

I nervously nodded, “Yes, sir,” I told him.

“Well, if there’s anything else you need, let me know. I’m going to go ahead and head back to my office. If they come back, call me immediately.”

“Will do, Larry,” Fred responded and walked him out the door with me still in his arms.

Grandpa Joe stood up then, “I need to get back to the studio. For today let’s call our morning session enough, Stacy. Next week we’ll start back up as planned.”

I squirmed so Fred would let me down and went over to hug him. He picked me up and gave me a giant squeeze, “You really are adorable; stay out of trouble!” He gave me a kiss on my forehead and transferred me to Granny, who had already hugged and kissed Bella goodbye.

“Be a good girl,” she told me and gave me the same squeeze and kiss routine. Then, she sat me down on the ground, and I watched them leave.

“Well… so what’s for dinner?” Fred asked.

Amanda smacked him on the arm.

“Ow…”
 

AMANDA AND FRED talked with us for a while longer before letting me go upstairs and get on my computer in our room. I sat on the bed as Bella looked forlornly around at the toys. “Play with me?” She asked sadly.

I sighed, just managing to find the electronic journals available through the university library, but closed my computer and moved to the floor. “What are we playing?” I asked her.

“Dolls?”

I sighed, “You will have to keep teaching me what I’m doing here…?” I told her.

She smiled a bit at that, “Okay,” she said and began teaching me how to play ‘nursery,’ she decided. We took care of the baby dolls and changed their diapers, pretended to feed them bottles, baby food, and rocked them to sleep. I wasn’t sure how long we’d been playing when I watched her sit up and smelled something. Her diaper sagged under her dress then too.

“Did you just go poop?” I asked her.

She looked around a little confused before saying, “I didn’t even realize…” and then began sobbing and wailing.

 
 

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