Chapters 33-35 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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The Legal Stuff: Exchanged © 2017-2025 By Sofia Hammerstein
 
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 33: Edits
 

THE NEXT MORNING Megan woke me up and carried me downstairs to have a great hot breakfast made by Granny before they took off for church. I was still dressed comfortably in my pajamas for the meal. Afterward, Megan changed a soaked diaper while Granny and Grandpa left for church. Then she dressed me in one of the more mature outfits that I owned. The skirt was covered in a floral pattern, and I wore a cute short-sleeved top with just a simple bit of lace on the collar. It concealed my diaper and looked okay with the white socks and my new Mary Jane shoes that Grandpa had given me the day before.

“What do you want to do now? Kill time on your computer?” Megan asked me once I was dressed.

“Sure,” I said, “Can I just hang out on the window seat in your room again?”

She nodded, “Sure, especially since it seems like LPS is out of everyone’s hair for now.”

“I hope Claire was being truthful with everything yesterday...” I said in response, “I felt like we could trust her, but what about her bosses?”

Megan nodded, “I know, but I believe Larry will ensure that we’ll be okay.”

She helped me gather my backpack of electronics and got me situated on the bench seat. After plugging in my computer, I laid down on my stomach and had my legs kicking in the air aimlessly as I began looking through the nanite file for something else that I’d thought of that morning. “You know you’re flashing me that cute little diapee from underneath that skirt?” She asked me.

I blushed and pulled my skirt back down, “Still not used to these things,” I told her honestly.

“I can’t imagine you ever as a boy,” she told me with a smile. “Definitely going to have to train you to be a lady, though!”

I smiled at her and then looked down at the screen to get busy. Last week at the one orientation session, when every Little had been in a diaper, I had gone in my diaper without knowing I was going. It was the first time I could say that happened when I wasn’t on Amanda’s milk, and I remembered thinking it was probably a hypnosis thing. In this world, that threat terrified me! I wondered if the nanites might have made me more susceptible to that abuse somehow. So I started a simple search for ‘hypno’ within the code and felt my blood turn cold as I saw more than three hundred results!

‘Shit,’ I said internally and began browsing through the results. It seemed like they all came from the same function that specifically allowed for a Little to become more susceptible to hypnosis. The frightening thing was that it was turned on by default, and we had missed it completely!

I decided it wasn’t worth waiting for approval from Amanda on this change and began going through and creating a patch to upload to my nanites. I went further than just disabling it; I used the code as a foundation to theoretically make it to where I would be immune from such attacks, just like the Amazons. I checked everything several times before sending the patch to my nanites and felt a physical jolt like I had shocked myself with electricity. It hurt! “Owww!” I complained.

“You okay?” Megan asked with concern, having been watching me right then.

I grimaced but nodded, “I just got a sudden cramp for some reason!” I felt myself let out a fart right then and hoped it wouldn’t smell too bad for her to notice.

She looked at me skeptically before looking at her watch, “Mom and Dad should be back soon, and they’ll have Cassie and Chloe with them. Do you need to use the potty before they get here?”

“I left mine at home, didn’t I?” I thought, actually thinking, I did need to go number two just then.

“I can hold you on top of the regular one?”

I shook my head and shakily stood, “It’s probably easier for me just to go in my diaper.”

She looked at me, “You sure?”

My answer was just to let go into the diaper. I pushed for a long moment before standing up, feeling out of breath, “yes.”

“Ewww,” she complained as she carried me to the nursery and laid me down on the changing table, “You can definitely tell that you eat regular food!”

“Sorry,” I told her.

“I told you I would hold you…?”

I blushed, “I’m a little scared of falling in, to be honest.”

Then, she tickled my side, “Like I would let my adorable niece be gobbled up by the potty monster!”

I was wiped clean and stood back up on the ground just as we heard the downstairs garage door open and heard Granny announce, “We’re home!”

“Come on, let’s go have lunch and pretend to play nice with my evil sisters for a while…” she said.

I looked at her, “So I guess you enjoy these days about as much as I’m going to?”

She nodded, “I’m their literal and short, baby sister… They like putting digs in on me, of course, but I also have to watch what they do to their kids and Littles. It’s so depressing!”

I nodded my own agreement and stayed silent as she carried me downstairs. We’d left my electronics safely in her room while her sisters were there to be safe from any tampering. Soon we joined her mom as she pulled a casserole out of the oven. “Lunch will be ready soon. Megan, can you help me out over here with the salad?”

I was placed on the ground and all but forgotten for a few minutes. Soon though, the front door opened, and Cassie came in carrying Neville while her husband brought Klara and Kristina right behind her. “Mom, we’re here,” Cassie called out as she came in, and I looked at the giants and their large preschool daughter who towered over me.

“Baby Stacy!” Kristina cried as she saw me and ran towards me. I was more than a little frightened as she hugged me.

“Hi Kristina,” I told her while still gaping at the size of the toddler.

Before I could say anything more, she pulled my skirt up to show the world my diaper, “Good girl, all dwy!” she said to me. “Not Klara, her diapees poopy!!!”

I looked up at Klara and noticed she was red and upset as Cassie came in. “I’m going to take Klara upstairs to change her poopy diapee. I guess she’s decided to just be a baby and not be interested in potty training,” she said, glaring at me.

“Some kids, like you, take longer to train. I learned the hard way that you can’t always rush them.” Granny said as she came and hugged everyone and kissed Klara. She demonstrated the same greeting to Neville, who I knew had to be starved for genuine affection. “Why don’t we change Neville while we’re at it,” her husband suggested. “He’s rather ripe too…?”

“I guess,” she said. “I think Neville could probably go longer since he likes being poopy.”

I looked at the dejected look on his face and gave him a sad, sympathetic look as they carried him upstairs and left us downstairs. “Granny, can we watch cartoons?” Kristina asked.

“Sure, sweetie, take Stacy with you,” she suggested.

She turned the TV straight onto a TV show that I knew wasn’t safe!!! The picture on the screen showed two characters that I had seen all over Little’s clothing, Naomi and Oliver, displayed on the screen!

“This Neville’s favorite, you like too?” she asked as I tried not to look at the screen.

“Not really,” I managed to say nonchalantly while hoping if I did see it, my changes would help. Then, thinking quickly, I asked Kristina, “What’s your favorite? Maybe it’s on?”

She used the remote and said, “This one, Princess Silvy!” She said as she turned to a cartoon that reminded me a bit of Sofia the First from our dimension. She grabbed my arm and insisted that I sit on her larger lap. I’d been sitting there for a few minutes when Cassie came down and said, “Megan, you’ll probably need to change Stacy soon. She’s watching Princess Silvy with Kristina!”

“What?!?!” I heard shocked voices call out.

Grandma and Megan ran out quickly, and Megan grabbed me to take me out of the room while Cassie laughed and said, “What’s the big deal? She’s just a little baby anyway? Mandy has her in diapers like a proper baby should be?” Then she paused, “I mean, she certainly seemed happy that I can’t get Klara to use the potty like a big girl?”

Megan put her hand to my diaper and seemed surprised to find it dry, “That was one of those hypnotic shows, wasn’t it?” I asked as she carried me upstairs. I heard Granny and Cassie arguing a bit as she did so.

“Yes, it is. You were watching it long enough you should have gone… I shouldn’t have been able to pull you away either without you crying and begging to keep watching it,” Megan said, more than a little surprised.

I smiled at her, “I think I may be immune now…?”

She looked at me suspiciously, “How?”

“Umm…”

“You’ve been editing more again, haven’t you?” She asked me quietly. “Mandy said you shouldn’t be doing that!”

“It was that or be more susceptible to those shows,” I told her.

“We’ll need to talk with Amanda later about this,” she said with a frown. “Are you sure it was safe?”

I shrugged, “I think so. I already had one run-in with someone using hypnotic tricks at one of our Little events this week. So the fact that I didn’t wet or mess my diaper right now probably means that it was successful?”

She squeezed me in a hug, “Dad has the picnic table set up outside; why don’t you go out there with me?”

I nodded and hugged her back as best I was able to. Then we came down the stairs, seeing the fireworks had gone to a simmer, and Granny asked me, “Are you okay?”

“I think so… I’ll tell you later,” I added. “Have you talked to Mommy today?”

“A couple of hours ago… She said that Bella is more alert today. They’re supposed to move her to a regular room this afternoon and hopefully be able to send her home tomorrow.”

“So soon?” I asked in surprise, “She was basically in a coma?”

“Our medical technology is a lot more advanced,” she reminded me. “Now stay with Megan - do not leave her side!”

I nodded and clung to Megan as she went hugged me tightly on her hip. Grandpa Joe had what looked like gigantic chicken breasts cooking on the grill, along with some sausages. “Need any help, Daddy?” Megan asked.

“Not right now. Why don’t you just sit back and relax? Tomorrow you both start classes again, and you won’t have much time for rest!” He reminded us.

We smiled at him, and Megan sat down with me, turning me in her lap to face her. She played with letting me fall backward out of her lap, and I squealed. She did that a few times before holding me in a hug, “If my sister gets tired of you, I don’t know that I want you as a stinky baby, but you are cute!” She told me.

I smiled at her, “You are definitely better than the other possibilities,” I told her.

“I…” she started to say as Chloe came out with Kendra and Katie on either side of her, and Derrick followed, carrying Kacey. They were actually dressed this time in onesies, so something at least covered them, but it looked like they all had leaky diapers showing around the edges. The bottoms of their onesies were darker, and Kacey’s looked like diarrhea had caused some permanent brown stains.

I felt myself wanting to throw up at that. Chloe brought them over to us and said, “Auntie Megan, can you watch these three for a moment while I go grab some of their toys?”

“Sure, I’d be happy to,” Megan said cordially. I watched as a blanket was laid down on the grass, and she put all three onto their stomachs.

“Be back in a moment, babies,” she told them.

I gave Megan a look, and she hugged me tightly. “Hi girls,” Megan said nicely.

The look they gave her was not a warm one.

“Gaba Goo Gim!” Kacey said fairly angrily.

I sighed, “I’m sorry,” I said just loud enough for them to hear. There was definitely a jealous look from Katie that I wasn’t screwed up as bad. But, of course, at least she could crawl... Kacey looked forlornly like a worm that couldn’t do anything from her stationary spot on the blanket. You could almost see her arms and legs spasm in an attempt to sit herself up.

Thankfully we didn’t have to sit there with them alone long before Chloe returned, bringing a couple of toys for them to play with, including a bar that went over the top of Kacey so that she could attempt to bat at some hanging toys. You could tell that she desperately wanted to do anything to make her feel like she had control. I couldn’t see any hope left in her face, and it was so sad to watch her half-heartedly bat at a dangling toy that made me want to cry. So I chose instead to talk to Megan, “What’s your schedule like tomorrow?”

“I have a philosophy class at eleven, then a history class after lunch,” she said. “Then I have another couple of other classes tomorrow too that go into the evening.” She shifted me a little as, obviously, my body weight was getting a bit heavy. My skirt moved, and I flashed the girls my clean diaper just as Cassie came out carrying Neville to deposit next to the other three Littles. Kristina came out holding Klara’s hand. She was now wearing only a shirt and her diaper. Klara was all smiles, though, and didn’t seem to have a care in the world following her big sis outside. Granny followed and played a small game of chase with both of them as she came out. I watched as trips inside to get the other dishes were made by Granny, Grandpa, and Cassie to pile on the table.

Cassie looked at Megan, “Why aren’t you helping?”

“I am; I was told to watch Stacy here,” she told her.

“You know she’d be just fine with the other girls on the blanket if she couldn’t walk. Mandy is just being stupid!”

“Enough about my Mommy,” I told her. “If there’s anyone who needs to be told how to treat a Little, it’s you. The inhumane treatment of making an adult-only crawl should be illegal,” I hissed.

Megan grabbed me in a hug, “Umm… Sis, I happen to agree with Stacy here. Add to the fact that her parents are with her sister in the hospital right now; maybe keep your stupid opinions to yourself?”

Before a war between sisters could fully erupt, Grandpa Joe put his hand on Cassie’s shoulder, “Enough, sweetheart.”

“But Dad…”

“Enough,” he said simply.

The food on the table meant we began dishing up, and it was like déja vu from the first Sunday I’d been there. Megan helped me with a plate that she had placed a small piece of the chicken. Part of her sausage and some green bean casserole joined the chicken on the plate. I wrinkled my nose at the casserole but didn’t say anything. It was all delicious! Well… except for the green beans! While I made my way through my food, I watched Cassie feed Neville another baby food concoction. I was grateful for him that this one at least seemed slightly more edible, simply being a beef stew. Her biological daughters both fed themselves without incident, although she made sure to tie a bib on ‘baby’ Klara. She seemed to be treating her as obnoxiously as a baby as she could.

‘I guess she’s hoping to embarrass her out of babyhood?’ I shook my head, ‘I doubt that ends well!’

Chloe had Kendra and Kacey hanging off her exposed boobs while her husband held a bottle for Katie. ‘At least she’s feeding all of them.’ I thought. ‘I wonder if Grandpa and Granny said something to them…?’ There were a few stifled conversations, but not much was going on when the back door opened, and Amanda came through.

She looked well past the ragged edge of fatigue and exhaustion but came straight to me. “Stacy!” She said as she pulled me into her arms and hugged me. Tears streamed down her face, and I saw Fred was right behind her.

Something went tight in my gut since they were both there.

“Is Bella…?”

She sobbed and sobbed then, with her body just convulsing with tears.

Fred joined us in a hug, and I knew that the worst had happened, Bella…

“Bella’s been kidnapped,” Fred said quietly to Grandpa.
 
 

Chapter 34: Missteps
 

“WHY DIDN’T YOU call me?!?” Grandpa Joe asked instantly.

“There’s nothing anyone can do. They managed to slip some sort of sleeping agent into the room, and when we both came to, Bella was gone. The police are reviewing the hospital’s video footage, but the cameras show the kidnappers getting away with her.” Fred informed everyone, “We would use her Little Protect watch to track her, but there was a doctor that insisted we remove it for them to have access to put in IVs as needed… Unfortunately, her other tracker isn’t showing up either.”

“My God, who would do such a thing?!?” Chloe erupted. It was an uncharacteristically caring moment on her part.

“What can we do?” Cassie asked, almost looking like she wanted to cry.

“Pray…” Amanda said.

The family actually stopped and did that right then, but it didn’t sit right with me. I wanted to get in there and on my computer and start tracking down the kidnappers. Amanda was a hysterical mess, and it took Granny a good hour to get her talked into taking a nap in her old childhood bedroom. Soon Cassie and Chloe took off with their families, leaving just Amanda’s parents, Amanda, Fred, Megan, and myself at home.

While Amanda slept, I got my computer and began hacking the hospital and every other place I could find a trail. Grandpa had come in at some point and just watched silently behind me as I worked. Finally, I found the video of the kidnappers taking off with her. They had rolled a canister of something that left some smoke fumes on the outside. They wore odd masks and went in after a short time. It was apparent that it only took a few seconds to knock Amanda and Fred out, and they were carrying Bella out barely five minutes after their arrival at the hospital.

I took still images of the kidnappers and put them in a file as I followed their progress on the security cameras. They had used a back entrance to enter the hospital and left the same way. The camera view sucked, but I was able to figure out the make and model of the car and began finding some other cameras in businesses along the two routes they could have left by. I struck gold on the second with a good view of the license plate, “Hold on a second, Stacy, let me write that down before you leave that screen. Good work, by the way,” he said with a pat on my head.

I heard him call his detective friend as I resumed tracking the car. This dimension was further ahead on plate tracking, so a quick hack into another file handed me a list of places the plate passed by. The trail stopped in another area of town not far from the airport, and I felt my stomach drop. “Grandpa Joe, I think they headed for the airport!”

“Why do you think that?” he asked.

I walked him through it just as Amanda had woken up and came inside the room. She was teary-eyed and seemed to be all but broken as she came in and asked, “Where did you say?”

“The airport, maybe?” I suggested as Joe called and directed the police in that direction.

I drew up dead ends on flight manifests then and everything else before she touched her hand on my shoulder, “You’ve done all you can, for now, Stacy,” she said.

I shook my head, “There’s got to be more of a trail?!?”

“Time to let my dad and the police handle the next steps. They’re already going to be questioning him about how he found out so much.”

I sighed but knew she was probably right. Just before I closed the computer, though, I saw her bra had spots coming through – I knew she had to have been leaking badly. I took a look at the patch file I had compiled already and just clicked ‘Install’ without asking her. I felt a slight jolt as the patch hit again, but I didn’t space out. Instead, I let her pick me up into her arms and then pulled at her shirt.

“Stacy, you can’t...”

“Mommy, you need it, and… I won’t be affected by it anymore.”

“What did you do…?” She asked me, a little angry, “I told you to let me check over…?”

“You need this, and I just installed it. You can check it later; the nanites are active and still really programmable, so I know I can alter it more later if I need to. For now… Please? For both of us?”

She sighed but pulled her shirt down, revealing the nursing bra, and a nipple dripping with a droplet of milk was exposed to me. My mouth instantly watered from the sight. I didn’t hesitate to latch on and nurse until she burped me and changed sides. After I was done, I was groggy but noticeably still clean and no wetter than before.

“Well, it looks like you still have control for now…” she said as she patted my back.

“Yeah, but I definitely need to go,” I said and let a stream of urine into my diaper and a little bit of poop.

She bounced me and held me for a while before taking me to the nursery to change my diaper. I stayed in her arms afterward, though, as we sat in the living room to wait for any news that might come about Bella.

We waited for a couple hours before a detective came to the house, “Please come in,” Joe told him.

“Thanks, Joe,” he said as he came in, and we all sat down in the living room.

“Do you have anything new? Have you found her?” Amanda asked.

He shook his head, “We followed the leads that led to the vehicle they took Bella in, but it was abandoned near the airport. As far as we can tell, she didn’t get on a plane with anyone, and all of our officers are keeping an eye on other travel points. Roadblocks are set on the outgoing roads, but we haven’t been able to get much more than a name on one of the kidnappers. Joseph Di’santi is a member of the Trelini gang. So we have a bulletin out for him as well.”

“So, what now?” Fred asked angrily.

The detective shrugged, “If there’s going to be a legal adoption of Bella, she’ll have to have her chip scanned. Right now, one of our experts thinks they must have her in some sort of Faraday cage because we can’t get a lock on her tracker at all. We’ve got scanners up and running looking for if she passes by any of our many scanners… but at this point, we’re just waiting for them to screw up.”

“You’ve got to find her,” Amanda cried while holding me.

“We’ll do our best, I promise,” the detective said. “Well, I need to get back to the station. I’ll contact you each day even if I don’t have anything new.”

As he walked away to the door, led by Joe, Fred embraced us both in a hug that Megan and their mom joined in on.

“Is it safe for Stacy to go to classes tomorrow?” Megan asked.

“No, it’s not!” Amanda practically cried.

“It’s not safe anywhere,” I told her. “I need to go. You can take me to each class if you want, but hiding isn’t going to help Bella.”

She sniffled, and we spent the next couple of hours barely eating a dinner of takeout and then discussing the problems for longer while we waited endlessly for any news on Bella. Then, finally, “Let me see what you uploaded to yourself…” she said. “Both of them!”

I showed her the code and went over everything I had done with my nanites. “I don’t see anything that should be a problem from this, but please be careful. I know you understand all of this probably as well as anyone, but the possibility of unintended consequences is something you need to be very careful of.”

I nodded, “I’m sorry, Mommy… I just wanted to nurse again, and I thought it would make you feel better, too…?”

“I’m actually thinking more about the hypnosis settings… Which I can’t believe we missed.”

I nodded, “I know… I think the settings must have worked. At least earlier, I didn’t have the reaction everyone thought I should have.”

“Next weekend, I may test you on that, but for now, keep avoiding anything that could have that. Our house will hopefully be back to normal tomorrow with even more security. For now, do you have anything you’re missing that you need for classes tomorrow?”

“Let me check my backpack?” I asked as I wriggled off her lap and walked to my backpack. Inside I still had six pampers, wipes, powder, pencils, pens, my stylus, my tablet, and my computer would barely join it all. I still had a spare uniform with my new shoes. “I think I have everything,” I told her.

“Then why don’t we get you undressed and make an early night of it?” She asked. I looked at my watch and saw it was only eight, “I haven’t slept much the last couple of nights,” she added.

I hugged her and said, “Okay.”

“Do you need a bath tonight?”

I hesitated, “Take one with me?”

I could see the hurt in her eyes, but she gave me a thin smile, “okay.”

The bathtub off the hallway upstairs was soon filled with bubbles, and the two of us were settled in the bath with her washing me gently. I looked up every now and then to tears in her eyes, but she did seem to be doing a bit better just by being able to baby me some more. Finally, when I was clean, and my hair was washed, she cuddled me to her chest and hugged me silently. “I love you,” she told me, “I’m so scared something will happen to you too.”

“Not going to lie, I’m scared of it too,” I told her, “I’m also scared something will happen to you.”

She held me to her body before saying, “Let’s get dried off before we shrivel up. I’ll blow dry your hair, and we’ll get to bed.”

We were both wrapped in towels a moment later, and she had me sitting on the edge of the counter as she used a loud blow dryer to go through my hair. I made faces and plugged my ears as she used the jet engine, and she smirked weakly at my wimpiness there. When my hair was dry, she carried me to the nursery, where she diapered me, put me into my blanket sleeper, and then carried me to the bedroom that had been hers as a kid. Amanda and Fred shared the smaller bed in there for the night until we moved back to our house tomorrow. Amanda dressed me in a set of silk pajamas and then carried me back to the nursery.

Megan came by then, “I love you both,” she told us and gave us a combined hug.

“Love you too, sis,” Amanda said, “Thank you for watching out for Stacy.”

“Of course, she’s family!” she told her. She gave me a peck on the top of my head and left the room.

Amanda pulled her shirt out of the way and said, “Well, since you’re hacking like crazy, then I guess there’s no reason not to nurse anymore,” she exposed her breast, and I began nursing and fell asleep.
 

THE NEXT MORNING should have represented a day to be nervous, excited, and otherwise proud to be moving on to college classes. Still, it was impossible to do so while being worried about Bella. I caught a bit of the news on TV before Grandpa Joe turned it off. It looked like Bella’s kidnapping was the leading local story. From what I could tell, there was a lot of outrage that anyone would steal an adopted Little from a hospital room with her adopted parents there.

I just hoped the worst hadn’t happened to Bella… sadly in this dimension, it wasn’t hard to imagine too many dark scenarios with her current whereabouts. I had barely gotten to know her, but I hated to think that the girl I had just begun to know could be dead… or worse.

Breakfast was an egg, a piece of toast, and a cup of coffee. Granny’s eyebrows rose slightly at the coffee, but she hadn’t said anything. I’d eaten quietly from my highchair and sat through the silence that hung around the table. Fred took the day with Grandpa Joe to triple-check our house’s new security systems. Amanda mentioned a few ideas she had to add but otherwise was not actively engaging in the world. They both went with me to Emerson and walked me to my first class about fifteen minutes before it was to start.

Amanda hugged and kissed me, “Good luck Stacy. I’ll be back to pick you up at the end of this class to walk you to your next. I love you,” she said.

“Love you too, Mommy,” I told her.

With that goodbye, I walked into the classroom for my first Calculus III class. Looking around the room, every seat was built into tiers with long tables covering them and desk chairs behind them. Unfortunately, none of them were Little sized, so I pulled out my collapsible booster and sat down on one of the chairs in the first row.

Other students came in, and I saw a mousey-looking man working to organize some papers with a tall Amazonian girl and a slightly shorter boy. I guessed they were the professor’s TAs and just pulled out my tablet to be ready to take notes. Right then, another large girl sat down in the seat next to me, “Don’t you just look so cute sitting there pwetending to be a big girl!”

I looked over at her and sighed, “And don’t you sound like the biggest idiot on the planet. I’m a student that will probably do better in this class than you.”

“Sounds like someone must have a poopy pamper,” she hissed.

“Really? Do you have a poopy pamper on? You should really change that before class, you know. I thought something smelled bad when you sat down…?”

A laugh came from next to me as a boy sat down on the other side of me, “She’s witty; I like her,” the tall boy said.

“I don’t. It sounds like someone needs a spanking…” the girl said.

“Yes, it does, miss…?” The professor suddenly stood by our table.

“Uh… Gregson,” she said.

“Well, Miss Gregson, I know you’re antagonizing a young lady who probably doesn’t need to be dealing with your idiocy today. But, if you continue, I’ll speak with Dean Sanders and see if we can’t have you classified as a Little so we can follow through with the spanking you need. I guarantee you’ll struggle in this class, given you just barely scraped a C last year in Calc two.” He nodded towards me, “She could have skipped this class altogether but made a mature decision to make sure she understood everything well.”

I looked at him and said, “Thank you, Doctor Lieberman. I hope to live up to your expectations,” I said politely. I gave the girl next to me a glare but then looked forward.

“If there are no other concerns?” He asked her. “Well then,” he said, seeing that it was time to start class. “I’m Professor Lieberman, and this is Calculus three. Hopefully, you know where you are by this time, but if you’re in the wrong place, now is the time to leave,” he said with a smirk. “Okay then, my TAs this semester are…” he introduced his teaching assistants, who handed out paper syllabuses. He mentioned he was a bit old-fashioned with that paper copy. “There are three exams for this course, quite frankly I don’t care if you come to the classes where I explain the material or not… Those are all that matter. I don’t get paid for your pass or failure. If you need help, I advise you to meet with my TAs or me as you need to.”

‘Ouch…’ I thought, and I could hear some rustling behind me from some students who seemed more than a bit nervous.

“Now that we have that out of the way, let’s get started!”

I was used to high school still, where the first class was a get to know you; these are the rules, and time to move to the next class… In this case, Doctor Liberman began right into teaching multi-variable calculus, and my brain got a workout with the Base 60 math right away in the morning. The good thing was that it distracted me from everything else going on. Midway through the class, I had to pee and let it loose into my diaper without further thought. The class was actually over quickly! I stood up when class was dismissed to instantly see the Amazonian girl next to me looking down at me.

“Well, little girl, do you still have dry panties?”

“I don’t wear panties, and no, my diaper is definitely wet, but my mommy will change me. See you Wednesday,” I said as I grabbed my bag and walked to the hallway, where I found Amanda waiting.

The girl gaped at me as Amanda grabbed my hand and led me through the busy hallway and out of the building. We had to pass the student union to get to the Jennings building, where my next class was, “Need a change?” Amanda asked me.

I nodded and thought, “I need to poop, too…?”

“When we get to the bathroom, go ahead, and I’ll change you,” she told me.

I sighed but understood that even the few bathrooms with Little potties would still be too much for my petite body. I walked alongside Amanda into the Union. Just before the bathroom door, I stopped fighting the battle, pausing for a moment to crouch and fill my diaper completely. She waited patiently and walked with me inside as I noticed an Amazonian girl watching me with a hopeful smile on her face. It turned to a frown when she saw Amanda, and she walked off.

I hated the icky feeling of the sticky poop on my butt! The mess felt like it was sliding down onto my legs and made me want to scream. Also, it was a less composed poop, so I could feel it smear everywhere on my bottom! I made my own frown as Amanda held the door open for me.

Inside the bathroom, Amanda lay down a changing mat from the diaper bag onto the changing table before she picked me up and laid me down. “How did your first class go?” She asked, sliding my skirt up.

“Good,” I told her, “I like the professor. He stuck up for me when the girl next to me was giving me a hard time.”

Amanda ripped the tapes loose and made a little wiggle with her nose, “You stinky!” she said. The smile on her face, though, said she was just happy to take care of me.

“Sorry,” I told her.

“We’ll have to remember to have you go at home tomorrow morning,” she said, “I should have had that brought over for you yesterday.”

I nodded as she wiped my butt firmly, pulling away a brown gooey mess. She was in the middle of using another wipe when a Little rushed into the bathroom. She looked at me with terror and tears running down her face. I noticed she had panties on, but they were leaving a drippy trail of pee and poop. Amanda noticed too and gave her a sad look.
 
 

Chapter 35: Defenders
 

“STAY RIGHT THERE, and I’ll change you next,” Amanda told the girl as I watched a piece of poop slide down her leg. “Hold your skirt up so maybe you don’t have to lose that.”

The poor girl just started bawling, and I felt terrible for her. Amanda was obviously a faculty member from the badge on her blouse, and this would mean a demerit and a trip to Dean Sanders’ office most likely.

She finished wiping me quickly, rediapered me, and set me on the ground, “Wait there a moment Stacy,” she ordered.

“Come here, little one,” she told the girl. “Let’s pull down those poopy panties; there’s no reason to save them,” she told her as she reached down to the girl. She sniffled but let Amanda pull them down and discard them into the trash can adjacent to the table. I watched as she used a couple wipes on her standing up and then picked her up, “Lay there and be good for a moment,” she told her and suspended her butt in the air with her ankles in one hand as she kept wiping her.

She was much too big for one of my diapers, but Bella’s fit her, and she had her diapered a moment later as a girl came rushing in, “Which little girl dripped all the way down the hallway?” She asked.

“I don’t know? That trail was there when we came in,” Amanda told her. “Both of these little girls needed changed, but they were in diapers that held everything in.”

“Damn…” the girl said and left after checking the stalls.

“Are… are…” the Little stammered.

“Am I going to tell on you?” Amanda asked.

The girl streamed tears from her eyes but nodded.

“No, but if you want my advice, you won’t leave your dorm room in panties again. Make sure you don’t poop in class, and the worst that will happen is a diaper change. You should have about five demerits right now and a paddling...”

The girl nodded, “Thank you, miss,” she said. “I’m Meg. I really appreciate it.”

“I have a little sister named Megan, so I can remember that. This little girl here is my adopted daughter Stacy.”

“Nice to meet you,” the girl said as she was trying to wipe her face with her hands.

A bit of her makeup was smeared, and Amanda offered her a baby wipe, “Wipe your face really good, we’ll walk you out of here, and you should be fine. What class are you going to?”

“English…” she said nervously.

“So am I!” I told her. “Over in the Jennings building?”

She nodded.

“Why don’t you walk with us,” I said. Amanda walked beside us to leave the bathroom a moment later as I watched another two large Amazonian girls follow the trail of poop and urine in with the hopes of capturing a Little to turn them in or claim for their own.

Meg was hesitant to talk to me at first, but by the time we made it to the next building, we discovered she had the same class that I did. Amanda dropped us off at the classroom, a moderately large lecture hall seated about eighty students. I moved to the front, and she looked at me like I was nuts, “If you sit up front, they can throw things at you…” she hissed.

I shrugged, “If I sit at the front, the professor may or may not be a defender. So I’d rather be upfront… Plus, we don’t have any chairs to see over the top of here.”

“I guess,” she said as she sat in the too-large seat and tried to use a sweatshirt to make herself a little more comfortable in the oversized chair. She was about a foot and a half taller than me. She watched in confusion as I pulled my booster seat out of my bag and put it on the chair. “That looks a bit more comfortable,” she admitted.

I was sitting almost at her level then, at least. “Gotta do what I can!”

“Aren’t you worried about being too much like a baby?” She asked as she squirmed in the diaper. “My dad always told me to never let anyone put me in a diaper.”

“Is he still free?” I asked gently.

She shook her head and looked in pain, “Last week, just before I came here, he was taken off the street in front of our house.”

“Your only real chance of staying free is wearing them.”

“But what about you?” She paused, “I mean, maybe your mom can help keep you from being kidnapped, but…?”

I laughed, “I’m an adopted Little is what she meant.”

“Wait… you’re the one who’s adopted and still going to classes?”

She asked just as I heard a “Hey Stacy!” from my side.

I saw Laura and said, “Hi Laura,” to her.

“Hey, why didn’t I hear from you this weekend?” She asked.

I sighed, “My sister was poisoned by a fake LPS agent on Friday, and then they tried to get me that night… She fought for her life that night and was finally improving Saturday night, only to be kidnapped on Sunday from the hospital.”

“Wait, that girl was your sister?” they asked simultaneously.

I nodded, “Yes, my parents had taken her in to save her from some crazy stewardess on our flight to Selegnasol… I’d only had about a week to get to know her, but I already considered her a friend… I’m really worried for her.”

Both girls nodded and looked sad too, but there was clearly nothing they could do at that point. “Aren’t you worried they’re coming for you too? Didn’t the news say your house was broken into too?” Laura asked.

“I didn’t know they’d said that much…?” I told Laura, “Yeah, I am. They’ve tried for me a couple of times already, so they’ll probably try again unless the police get them first.”

“That sucks…” Meg said, “Your mom was really kind; I hate to see that happen to you all.”

We talked for about ten minutes as we arrived early to class, and I learned that Anaya and Kristina were responsible for the two empty beds in our nest. Kristina had given herself over to the adoption program, while Anaya got busted for pooping her pants and then fought the nest mother that had caught her trying to sneak back into the dorm. Anaya was sent to the university’s daycare and had been last seen grinning without her teeth, being carried with only a diaper on out to their playground through the clear glass ‘fence’ that surrounded it. Every Little had stayed as far away as they could, lest they be roped in with her too…

The professor for this class also had her own TAs to help out. Professor Benning was relatively young, having only received her Ph.D. that past spring. She stated that the objectives of her class were to enable us to communicate and document our work clearly and professionally. Technical writing wasn’t just about essays but real research-type projects and reviews of journals. As we stood up to leave the class, a couple Amazon girls came over and said, “How are your diapees holding up?”

I sighed, “Mine’s wet, but my mommy is waiting outside.”

“Her mommy promised to change us both,” Laura told her.

“Wait, Mommy? Why would your mom be here?” The girl asked in confusion.

“She’s a professor,” I told her.

Sure enough, as soon as we walked out of the classroom, Amanda waited there and lifted my skirt to pronounce, “Well, I have a wet little girl, huh?”

“Can my friends come with us to lunch?” I asked.

“Sure! Do they need a change too?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Laura said. “I didn’t even bother with training panties today,” she told her honestly.

“Well, let’s go by the Union, and I’ll change you all and get you a meal at the food court there?” She suggested.

The girls blushed but nodded as the aggressive girls stared at Amanda with looks of jealousy and anger. I reached up for Amanda’s hand and held it while Laura and Meg walked beside me. Laura was more comfortable being around Amanda by this point, but Meg was looking nervous that she would be forcibly adopted at any moment. Amanda changed both of them first before getting to me and leaving my naked rear in the air for my change. I tried to pretend that no one else was there to see Amanda change me… The three of us were blushing brightly as we washed our hands and went outside to the food court.

“What’s your next class?” Laura asked me.

“Machine learning,” I answered.

“Who teaches that?” Meg asked curiously.

I tilted my head towards Amanda, “Professor Westerfield,” I said.

It seemed like they had a surprisingly quiet weekend in the dorms. We learned that Laura had actually gone to the church Amanda’s parents went to on Sunday. As we got her to open up, we learned that Meg was an electrical engineering major, so I would inevitably have some other classes with her. The three of us had our chemistry class together later in the afternoon too.

We didn’t have a long time to eat, especially with Amanda wanting to get to her classroom early, but we spent some time listening to stories from their weekend. After that, they both had a break for a couple hours and decided to go back to the dorm. Before we split up, I traded cell phone numbers with them so we could get together again. Amanda gave them her number, too, if they needed something from an ‘adult.’

At Kilby, we ran into her office for just a quick moment to grab some papers before heading down to the sixth floor. Floor to ceiling glass doors and windows looked into a smaller classroom with a single horseshoe-shaped table that opened to a whiteboard and a projector screen.

She motioned for me to sit down while she finished getting ready. With nothing else to occupy me, I watched the other students in the course come into the room. Being an advanced computer science class, the course was restricted both by prereqs and in numbers. Only nine other students besides myself would be joining us in the room, and all would be upperclassmen.

A tall, dark-haired girl was the first to come through and said, “Hi, Doctor Westerfield,” to Amanda as she came in.

“Hi Danielle,” Amanda said with a smile.

She looked at me and thought for a second, “You brought Stacy to your class to babysit today?” She asked.

Amanda laughed, “No, she’s in this class for credit, just like you, Danielle.”

“Didn’t she just check in as a freshman last week?”

“Yes, I did,” I answered myself.

“Then how can you take this class? You have to have five semesters of prereqs?”

“I tested out of them,” I told her with a smile.

Danielle chewed on that, I didn’t think she was a totally condescending Amazon when I met her before, and I hoped I was right with this. “Seriously?” She stared at Amanda, who nodded. “You must be like ridiculously smart…” she said to me. “Sorry if I came off as a bitch.”

I laughed, “Don’t worry about it,” I said.

Amanda went back to loading something on her computer, and I pulled my own out to sit in front of me as other students came in. “What kind of computer is that?” A boy asked next to me, “I’m Eric, by the way.”

I looked up at the Amazon, who seemed slightly shorter than most of the others in the room. I guessed he was probably only nine feet tall, with blonde hair and a pizza face of pimples everywhere. Everything about him screamed ‘nerd,’ which meant I’d probably be able to make a friend if he could overlook my height. “Well, it’s from the other dimension, where I’m from,” I told him and went into the specs.

“My computer has a lot more power, but it’s so tiny… that’s incredible that you have as much in that little machine as you do!”

I smiled, “It’s me sized.”

Danielle giggled at that, “More like doll-sized… You are so tiny!”

I shrugged, “Not going to deny that.”

I talked with the two of them for the next few minutes, and then Amanda began the class. “Good afternoon, and welcome back to Emerson! I hope you all had a good summer!” She looked at the room of students. “I think most of you have been in classes together, but why don’t you all introduce yourselves. This class will involve a lot of collaboration, and I want to make sure you get to know each other today.”

She started with an Amazon boy at the far side of the room. As the others continued down the line, I figured out that Danielle and I were actually the only two girls in the class. ‘Weird still knowing that I fit on that side of the fence now,’ I thought. As I introduced myself, there was a mixture of curiosity on the boys’ faces and something else… It was a little creepy, actually, as I was pretty sure they weren’t just thinking of being daddies for some reason.

I noticed the same looks were only given briefly to Danielle before they looked down at their desks as she stared back at them.

“Okay, now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s talk about what we’re studying.” She paused, “Tessa, come join us,” she smiled.

To everyone’s surprise, the holographic Tessa appeared. I was excited because she was probably the most advanced piece of research I’d seen so far. “Hi Doctor Westerfield, Hi Stacy,” she said, seeing me.

“What is she?” Danielle asked. “How does she know Stacy?”

“I’m an artificial entity projected via hologram here,” Tessa told her. “I think I’m supposed to be an object lesson for you all today? Am I right, Doctor Westerfield?”

She almost smiled, “You’re right, Tessa. She is the most advanced artificial intelligence on the planet. Tessa started off templated off some nanny bot programming, but we brought her to a new level of intelligence by helping her learn independently. AI that works like hers is the ultimate goal of this class, but way beyond what most of you will be able to effectively work on until you are in grad school.”

She looked back at Tessa, “Thanks for visiting, Tessa. I know we’ll have you back soon.”

“I look forward to it… and I hope you get your little girl back soon too. Please let me know if I can help.”

Amanda turned white, and I debated standing up as Tessa faded from existence. “What did she mean by that?” Danielle asked.

“My sister was kidnapped yesterday,” I told her.

“That was your daughter?” Danielle asked, “I’m so sorry! What are you both doing here?”

“Nothing more we can do right now,” Amanda said sadly. “Let’s get back to the topic at hand. This course…”

Amanda’s class was most certainly going to be the most demanding of all of my classes. Even if she wasn’t my mommy, I could plan on her being tough on me. As class ended, I let loose a urine stream into my diaper, knowing my best chance for a change was right then. A few students asked Amanda some questions, but most fled the room quickly.

Danielle hung around for a second, “I’m sorry to hear about your daughter,” she told Amanda. “Is there anything you need?” She asked.

“If you see Stacy around, please keep an eye on her? That’s about it…?”

“Sure!” she said. “You want me to change her and get her to her next class?”

Amanda shook her head, “Thanks for the offer, but I’ve got that taken care of right now,” she smiled.

“See you around then,” she told us both. After Amanda had her bag and supplies together, she picked me up to set me on her other side. My wet pamper was visible to several passing Bigs and Littles as we loaded the elevator to her office.

“Hi Kim,” she said as we passed.

“Hi, Mandy,” she said, not having more time to talk because Amanda kept us moving.

As we entered her office, I looked at my watch and saw I had about forty minutes before my next class. “Let’s get this diaper changed, get you a bottle, and then go to your Chem class. I’ll need to come back and get some work done during that.”

“You heard anything from the police or anyone?”

She shook her head, “No news at least…” she said sadly.

I hugged her as she lay out a changing pad on the edge of her desk and scooped me up to lay me down on it. She handed me a bottle of juice, and just before I put it in my mouth, I asked, “I wonder if Tessa would be able to help at all?”

“That’s an interesting idea,” she admitted as she pushed my skirt out of the way. Then, she ripped the two tapes off and wiped me, “I might try later.”

“Did you sweep this room?” I asked around the bottle.

She nodded, “anything hidden won’t make it out of here anyway, but I swept when we walked in.”

“Did you happen to scan her for that chip she told us about?”

She gave me a look as she taped my new diaper on, “Yes… and I copied it before I purged it of any information. If that’s why they kidnapped her, they’re going to be really disappointed…” she said.

I was sat upright, and she wiped her hands with a wipe. “I’m still working on getting through it all. The part that I can get through is bothering me, though, because it looks familiar.”
 
 

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