Chapters 42 to 44 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 42: Bright Moves
 

I SIGHED, “I’M probably the wrong person to ask?” I told her, “Amanda and Fred are amazingly kind compared to what most people would be. I got really lucky with them!”

“But still, you have to have done pretty much everything from what you told me?”

I shrugged, “Well yeah… I guess the demeaning looks when you’re anywhere, the mean treatment from Bigs, etc., really isn’t much different than what you probably already get. Of course, it’s embarrassing to use your diaper and have it changed in public… but again, you’ve already been there?”

She nodded.

“It takes getting used to, and at a certain point, you have to accept that it’s considered normal for you to be babied, and then just let go of that embarrassment. Bella told me she had pretty much always known at some point she would be adopted.” I shrugged, “I’m not going to lie and say that I don’t appreciate being cuddled and every need taken care of sometimes, though?”

She nodded, “You’re right… it’s inevitable, unfortunately.”

“What happened to Laura and our nest?” I asked.

She smirked, “Well, apparently, someone decided it would be good to spike the nest mother’s food with laxatives…?”

“And it was one of them?”

She shrugged, “I personally think it might have been my nest mother… She laughed an awful lot about it.” She paused, “Anyway, they were all given suppositories last night, early bedtimes for a month, grounded in their room except for class and a quick trip to the dining hall together… it’s pretty bad.”

“That sucks,” I told her.

Amanda returned right then, “Stacy…” she warned me on the language before leading us downstairs for dinner. She gave Meg the option of just using some books as a booster seat, but she chose instead to use the high chair. Meg declined the bib and bottle, though, taking a sippy cup without a word against it. She seemed surprised to see me eating my food on my own through dinner. Not long after finishing, I was placed down to stand next to her on the floor and was about to get comfortable in the living room when I felt the need to poop.

I walked to the potty that was sitting there and grimaced that it would be in front of Meg but pulled the tabs of the pamper loose and sat down to poop. “Good girl,” Amanda said and patted my head as she walked towards the sink. She helped wipe me up before gathering me in her arms to take me upstairs. “Fred, can you clean out her potty?”

“Sure, sweetie,” he said.

“Speaking of the potty, do you need to, Meg?”

She blushed and said, “I already went.”

“Well, come on then, let’s get you in a dry diaper before you two have your slumber party.”

She nodded and came upstairs with us. Amanda changed me into a princess diaper then and used another on Meg. “What pajamas did you bring?” she asked her. The short set she brought wouldn’t fit over the thicker diaper, so she used one of Bella’s footed sleepers on her instead. I was dressed in the matching one, and we went downstairs to watch the movie.

“Okay, you two, please give me your phones so no one can know you’re still awake,” she told us with a smile.

I nodded and encouraged Meg to give hers up. Amanda and Fred gave us some space then as the movie started, and we lay next to each other on the floor, looking at the screen.

“Do you think I’ll get lucky enough to have nice parents like yours?” She asked me suddenly as an alien blew up in the movie.

I shrugged, “I don’t know. Hopefully, you can graduate first?”

She nodded, “I hope so.”

We talked about some parts of being adopted for a while, and I made sure she knew it wasn’t all fun and games. I told her about my’ cousins’ and all of the terrible things they had done to them. She seemed to think it was partly their fault for not being ‘good’ and ‘accepting’ it. She felt like things always went worse for those that fought it.

She was already asleep when the movie ended, so Amanda carried her upstairs. “Her diaper should last through the morning,” she told me.

To my surprise, though, upstairs, Meg woke up in a panic, “Put me down! Put me down!!!” she cried.

Amanda did, to her surprise, and when she figured out where she was, she turned red.

“I’m sorry, I...”

“Don’t apologize. I understand,” Amanda said. “How about we change that diaper then get you both tucked into bed?”

She nodded, and the diaper that had been possible to last was clearly no longer so as I could smell the poop. “I figure you can have Stacy’s bed, and she can have the crib tonight,” Amanda told her as she redressed her.

“Actually…” Meg said.

“Actually?” I asked.

“Can I just use the crib, and Stacy sleeps in her own bed?”

I watched Amanda smile, “Sure,” she told her and put her in the crib, and pulled a blanket over her. “Good night,” she told her.

I wasn’t changed right then as I think she knew I would be wetter soon. Amanda sat down in the rocking chair and whispered, “Do you want to do this tonight? We can wait?”

I nodded and whispered back, “If nothing else, she’s wondering about it?” I told her while noting the eyes watching us through the crib’s bars.

As soon as she presented me with a breast, I stopped caring that a friend was in the room – all that mattered was sucking on the nipple and feeling it leak milk into my mouth with every suck. I must have been tired because I barely remembered being burped and switched.
 

MEG SEEMED DIFFERENT after everything the following day. She shook her head at my latte bottle, but more than anything, I felt like she was probably envious of my family. If it wasn’t for Bella’s kidnapping, I might have suggested Amanda and Fred think about adopting her - but there was no way with as raw as everyone’s emotions were to even think about it. Just having another girl sitting in Bella’s highchair sent my own emotions on a rollercoaster ride. We dropped her off at the university just before noon so she could eat at the dining hall, and then we went to our traditional Sunday meal with Amanda’s parents.

There you could feel the palatable loss strongly in the bonds of the family. As much as I hated Chloe and Cassie, they at least had the good sense to not mess with me the past couple of weekends. Their horror over their sister’s Little being kidnapped was genuine; apparently, the fear of it happening to them was intense! I still had to watch in horror the things they did to their Littles each time. At least Neville’s baby food hadn’t been pushed to such extremes again. He mainly was getting spaghetti or beef stew baby food jars when I saw him each time. Amanda had mentioned that her mom had spoken with Cassie and urged her to stop becoming a monster…

Monday was there before I knew it, and Amanda walked me to my Calculus class. “Megan said she may have trouble making it back here today to take you to Jennings. I’m going to try and get over here from my department meeting, but if I don’t, be careful going to class,” she told me. “Walk with someone if you can…?”

I nodded, “Yes, Mommy,” I told her at the classroom door.

“See you later,” she told me and gave me a hug, “I love you,” she added.

I looked up and said, “I love you too, Mommy,” meaning it. Of course, she wasn’t my real mom, but she was definitely the next best thing!

She patted my padded rear and sent me into my class, where I sat down and waited for the professor to start. When he did, he said, “I graded all of your tests over the weekend,” he began drawing a bell curve on the board. “The worst grade was a thirty-three percent,” he said, making a mark. “The best grade was a hundred percent,” he said, making another mark. “The second-best test grade was an eighty-three percent.” My heart sank as he explained where the grades fell and how he was grading the test. “Normally, I would add points to the highest grade until it was a hundred, then add that across the board.” I grimaced, knowing the 100 would mess with that, “Because of the perfect score, that wouldn’t work. So, I will instead take and subtract the second-highest score from that hundred and divide that by two. That means you all get a bump of eight-and-a-half percent on your grades.”

“Why’d you draw a bell curve then?” A student asked.

“To show you that if I graded this test on a bell curve, how many of you would end up failing. So if you’ll all take your tablets out, I’ll send you back your graded tests.” He pressed a button on his tablet, and my test appeared on my tablet, graded with a hundred-eight-and-a-half percent.

I smiled at that.

All around me, everyone started having hushed conversations about what they got. Eventually, Kaileigh asked, “Umm… sir… I thought you said someone got a hundred?”

“Yes, they did,” he told her.

“Who was it? None of us got it…?”

I smirked when he looked at me, “Why that would be Ms. Westerfield there,” he nodded to me.

“What?!?” I heard various versions of amazement and jealousy.

“You heard right! She’s one of the brightest students I’ve ever had in this class. Before her test, the highest grade on this particular test was a ninety before the curve.”

I could feel the stares through the rest of the class as he moved on to new material. I took notes as the class went on and completed any problems he put up on the board before he had finished explaining to them since it was still a review for me. I was glad that I was still ahead of where the class was going and made up my mind to start working ahead in the book on my own. I didn’t want to lose that edge!

Leaving class, I didn’t see Megan or Amanda around and made the call to just walk to class by myself. I’d done it a few times in the last week since things seemed to have calmed down, but it still felt like the first time I was allowed to do stuff alone as a real kid. So I kept ‘my head on a swivel,’ as my grandfather used to say as I walked towards the Jennings building. I was halfway there when I looked up to see a surprised look on a face that took me a moment to recognize. “Stacy?”

“Hi, Doctor Nimitz,” I said cordially to him.

“You’re out here on your own?” Then, he asked, “Where’s your Mommy?”

I shrugged, “department meeting or something. I’m on my way to class,” I said.

“You shouldn’t be on your own. You should at least have a babysitter,” he said, walking in front of me to stop my progress going to class.

“I’m on the university grounds; it’s just like going between classes at any other high school or junior high school. As long as I’m on school grounds, I’m being watched,” I said.

I noticed a few Littles were nervously walking well around us. “Be that as it may be, I feel like I should at least walk with you!”

“If you insist,” I said and walked towards the building. I remembered Doctor Nimitz and his wife being the other foster parents’ options and was very glad I hadn’t picked them. There was something about him that gave me a bad vibe back then and when I’d met him for a physical before. My sense of not being able to trust him continued to grow, and I tried to keep an eye out as we walked towards Jennings, being very glad that it was a public walk with lots of people around.

Before we got to the building, I felt a stinging sensation on my arm and looked up to see Dr. Nimitz putting something back in his pocket.

The world spun, and I felt hands catch me before I collapsed and heard him say, “Gotcha!”
 
 

Chapter 43: Dark Places
 

THE WORLD CAME back into focus very slowly. I’d guess it took over an hour for my brain to register I was awake and that something was very wrong!

I blinked my eyes clear and stared up at a mobile with bunnies that slowly spun around while playing a quiet lullaby. ‘That’s not a good sign!’ I turned my head, and sure enough, I saw white bars and recognized that I was definitely in a crib... Unfortunately, not the one back home!

As I took stock of my situation, I realized that I was no longer dressed in my school uniform, but instead, I was dressed in a pink dress decked with frilly white lace. It was way too big but had a large bow tightly tied to try and size it down. I looked down at my feet and was surprised to still have on my shoes, but I was relieved Grandpa Joe’s biometric protection must have worked. Being unconscious, though, I was surprised they hadn’t just held my fingers to different spots hoping to unlock them. ‘Of course, they probably assume it’s my mommy’s fingerprints, so I can’t take them off…?’ I smirked. Their prejudices would help me get out of whatever mess I had found myself in! Having the shoes still gave me a great deal of comfort since it was evident with a quick look that the blades inside should still be undisturbed.

I forced myself into an upright position and then struggled to stand up on the mattress. Whatever I’d been drugged with had definitely messed me up! The crib mattress was so soft that I sank deeply into it, which didn’t help matters. ‘Not safe for a real baby,’ I thought to myself. I used the crib bars to help steady myself and looked at my wrist where my student ID band had been. I frowned when I saw it and my charm bracelet was missing from my wrist. Somehow the Little protect watch was still on my wrist, though. It looked like they had tried to cut it in one place, but other than cosmetic damage, it was fine and obviously tight enough on my wrist that they couldn’t remove it. I used my right hand to reach and press the emergency button.

‘No Signal’ displayed, and I swore quietly, “Damnit!”

It was apparent that I was definitely not in the hands of friends. I looked around and inspected the room beyond the crib rails. All around, I could see little signs of things to come. A large TV screen hung on the wall to my right, with a Little’s high chair facing it. ‘Great, more hypnosis!’ I thought to myself. Then, just to add to my misery, I suddenly needed to poop! ‘I might as well get that out of the way. Whatever Amazon set this up will definitely not let me use a potty.’

I spent a minute crouching and pushing the load into my diaper and felt better as I stood back up gingerly.

The room was smellier, but at least I knew my captors would have to clean up my butt sometime. ‘I hope they don’t leave me in it!’ I worried and wondered if I’d just made a massive mistake! Cassie and Chloe loved leaving their Littles in their poopy diapers for too long to watch them suffer.

Freed of the bowel movement, though, I could focus on looking around the room again. A baby’s swing, a changing table, a rocking chair, and a toy box were also spread around in the room. In short, it would have mostly looked like an innocent nursery if it wasn’t for a large piece of mirror that took up most of the wall on the side opposite the TV. It didn’t take much of a leap to guess that it was a one-way observation glass window. Its sinister nature was confirmed when Doctor Nimitz walked in with his wife from a door beside it.

“Ah, you’re finally awake!” Doctor Nimitz came into view with a lady I recognized as his wife.

“No thanks to you,” I told him.

“Well, sorry, you’ve been a little hard to separate from your parents and babysitters. They’ve done a good job of keeping you safe from us, but we hoped eventually you’d make a mistake like this. Letting you wander from class alone today wasn’t smart.”

I shook my head, “No, it wasn’t.”

“I smell a smelly baby! Did the wittle girl make us a pwesent in her diapee?” his wife baby talked to me and lifted the back of my dress before pulling back my diaper. “Awww… you did make me a pwesent! What a good wittle baby girl!” she proclaimed.

I kept my reactions passive and neutral as she picked me up and carried me to the changing table, “You could have been getting changed by me every day, you know,” she said as she laid me down on the table. “I’m very good with little babies like yourself! We would definitely have kept you all to ourselves as soon as we saw how tiny you were!” She pulled the dress up and then placed the strap across my middle. “Guess we’re lucky that you’re being such a good baby since I can’t use any of these other straps?” she said, pointing towards ones meant for a Littles hands and head.

I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

She pulled the tapes loose on my diaper and said, “Yucky! What a stinky wittle girl we have here! Let’s get her all cleaned up,” she taunted me and then used wipes. She was about to rediaper me with a massive diaper too big for me before realizing she had a problem. “Mark, we still have her backpack in the observation room, right?”

“Yes, dear,” he said.

“See if she has some diapees in it; ours are way too big. We’ll have to send someone upstairs to the babies’ supply closets to get diapers to fit her. She’s more like a Newborn Size in Little diapers, and I know the smallest I have in this facility is a size two.”

My ankles were being held in the air by her most of this time, and she said, “You know, with all this free time, I bet we can do something to help make you feel better!”

My eyes widened as she loosened the strap, flipped me on my belly, and re-attached the belt. ‘Shit!!!!’ I thought to myself and knew that was the best descriptor for what I would be experiencing. Sure enough, a moment later, I felt a tube inserted into my rear uncomfortably, and she began filling me up with something. I did my best not to make any noise to reward her sick behavior, but it was beyond uncomfortable.

I bit my lip to avoid crying as she told me, “We’ll just make sure the little baby’s tummy is all nice and clear before we clean her head out too!”

I remembered what we had done before the CARE test and knew I was in for an awful time as she flipped me over and rediapered me with the Pamper he’d found in my bag. “Mark, dear?” she said after she had me dressed.

“Yes, Jen?”

“We should leave her for a few hours, and I think we’ll have an easier job with her.”

“Are you sure, dear?” he said, “Last time we let that little Bella develop diaper rash before we did the first hypnosis session, she was able to use the pain to focus and resist for three more…?”

“You’re right… we’ll come back in an hour and change her and start?”

“Whatever you want, dear,” he said and smirked at me as she picked me up.

“Well, I also need to unload some milkies. Do you think Baby Stacy will drink without biting me?”

“She would if she likes her teeth?”

I gulped but nodded, “I won’t bite,” I told her.

“Well, we’ll see about that,” she said and sat down in the rocking chair with me and exposed a much larger breast than what Amanda had. While Amanda’s were proportionate and not too small or large, Jennifer Nimitz had three times the size of her breasts and was shorter than Amanda’s. The nipple of her exposed breast was standing straight out, and I just hoped the size of her breasts had no impact on the amount of milk they contained. She placed my head to her nipple and said, “No bite! Get drinking...”

I complied and began nursing from her to wait and bide my time for a good time to escape. Clearly, right then, there was no way I would get away or win with my bowels about to explode. They obliged me not long after I started nursing, and she said, “Good baby girl, after you go nighty-night from my milky, I might even change you early…?”
 

I WASN’T SURE how long I was out, but I woke up getting a disgusting runny poopy diaper changed by Jennifer Nimitz. “Aww, look, who’s awake and ready to lose her mind?” She told me and blew a raspberry on my belly.

I hated that it tickled and hated even more that I rewarded her as I giggled involuntarily. She seemingly genuinely smiled at that, though. ‘I wonder if keeping her infatuated might help me out...’ I was again dressed in that ill-fitting dress before she carried me to the high chair I had noticed earlier.

“Wow, we probably should find you another high chair, huh?” She said while she tightened the harness straps as tightly as she could. The wrist and leg restraints were harmless for me because none of those appendages reached that far!

Mark Nimitz chose that point to re-enter the room. “Almost ready, dear?” he asked his wife.

“Almost!” she said and put the tray into place.

I decided it was time to do as much stalling as possible, “So why go through so much trouble to get me anyway?”

“Aww, she thinks she can find out some big girl information for later?” Jennifer laughed.

“It is pretty funny, but since she won’t have any more big-girl times, let’s have some last fun with her?” He suggested to her.

“Oh, sure dear, we might as well play with her while she still has some brains… Not like we have much to do today other than clear her head anyway.”

I looked at them in fear but nonchalantly said, “So why?”

“You really haven’t figured it out?” Mark Nimitz asked.

I shook my head, “Other than my small size and the fact I’m smart, there’s really nothing worth the risks you’ve taken. People had to see you take off with me earlier? Cameras?”

He shook his head, “As soon as we saw our chance to grab you, I called some associates. They took the cameras offline for the university for all the areas we went through. So investigators won’t be finding anything to link us to your disappearance,” he smirked, “But anyway, my dear, those are really the only two reasons we want you. You’re going to make a very valuable breeder for us!”

“Umm… no, I won’t,” I told him.

“And why do you think that?” Jennifer asked.

“When Mommy and Daddy treated me with the nanites, my body was reset to being pre-pubescent, so breeding isn’t exactly likely to happen for me.”

“Hmm… Well, that’s something we can fix without too much trouble. We can program another batch of nanites to take care of that. You won’t even know when we’re working on making that happen. I doubt you’ll notice anything but being hungry and crying over your dirty diapers… if you even notice that you pooped.” He told me.

“What’s the point?” I asked him. “It can’t be worth that much for you…?”

“My dear Stacy, you really have no idea the black-market value for Littles raised from birth as boutique babies! Or, for some of them, we raise them to be independent-minded Littles and then let our clients be the ones to break them back to babyhood. I find that the people of your dimension fill that role better than the ones we raise though. You all fight the process a lot more, which means profits definitely come through faster for the ones we bring from your home dimension.”

His wife said, “Even if we just sold you to a new family, you’d bring twenty-five million for being so tiny and adorable!”

My stomach flipped as I heard the door open and close and heard two people coming in. “Collin, Kathy, I’m glad you were able to join us!”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I heard and felt my blood run cold as I recognized Collin Munson. He was the guy who had tried to kidnap us in Selegnasol. “This little brat managed to get me diapered and babied for several hours before escaping that hell. I’m going to look forward to seeing her drooling with her eyes empty.”

The other lady glared at me, too, and I realized she was the stewardess from the flight with Bella. She smiled at me, “Glad to see this little bitch getting her comeuppance. Her mom is the one I still really want to see pay, though. I was diapered and babied in that reform school for two weeks before I managed to escape!”

“Definitely a lot longer than it took me,” Collin laughed at her. “You must have enjoyed it! I bet we can probably find you a nice mommy still!”

She gave him a nice punch to the gut right then, doubling him over before he stood up and laughed it off.

“I’m sure you’ll both find your way back into diapers soon,” I told them.

Every adult laughed at me then.

“Oh my,” Jennifer said as she shook her head, “Mark, do we have to use her as a breeder? She really is adorable! And, she didn’t bite me once earlier!”

“Bad idea! She’s also really recognizable,” he told her.

“We could change that…?”

“We’ll talk later,” Mark Nimitz said. “For now, our bosses want her taken care of like her sister, and then we’ll be able to move them both to the new facility.”

“Shame we will have to give up this space,” Jennifer said. “The perks of having your own private space at the university’s hospital have been really handy.”

“Shut up,” Collin hissed at them, “Look, I know you think she’s a regular Little, but until you’ve given her this treatment, I think she’s more dangerous than you realize.”

Jennifer Nimitz sighed, “He’s right, dear. This little baby has been a pain in the ass.” She looked down at me, “You’re going to be so cuddly though when we’re done with you! You want your binky or your baba before we begin?”

I shook my head, “Might as well enjoy a few more minutes before I have no choice on those?” I felt stubborn then, “Anyway, you never really answered me. Why me specifically? There have to be other Littles as small and cute as I am. I have parents who care about me, and they will never stop looking for me?”

“Well, it’s also kind of a point of honor right now,” Mark said. “We can’t let a Little like you get away with what you did to Collin. Plus, we’re still unsure what Bella told you before we got her.”

I shrugged and decided to bluff what I did know, “I know enough to know that you’ve been working on nanite code that couldn’t be finished without her parents’ research?” I tried prodding.

He laughed, “Collin, you’re definitely right; she is dangerous!” He looked at me and stroked my cheek with his hand, “Yes, and unfortunately, that code wasn’t in Bella either – someone had beat us to it and wiped the chip that I assume it was on, but I’m sure we’ll find it.”

“What are you missing anyway? The code for the nanites already does just about everything?”

He smiled.
 
 

Chapter 44: Subject 390481
 

“IMPRINTING… ONE SIMPLE word, but it’s the future of adoptions.” Doctor Nimitz responded.

“Imprinting?” I asked back.

Jennifer answered this time, “Imagine if you could just give the nanite injection and have an instant loving Little? Bonded immediately to their parents so that they loved them unconditionally? No wasted time on hypnosis that may or may not work!”

I looked at them in horror, “But then… weren’t Bella’s parents the ones who worked on that? Why would they have done that to Littles?”

“They actually wanted to inject it into the water system to affect Amazons. They thought if Amazons at least loved their Littles unconditionally by imprinting on them as their own babies, they wouldn’t be as cruel,” Mark said.

“That seems a stretch,” I admitted.

“To me too, but we took them down a few notches, and they haven’t had any thoughts for a long time,” Mark replied.

“What happened to them?” I asked with my stomach in knots.

“We shrank them, did surgery to allow them to permanently enjoy their tummy time, removed their teeth, and wiped their brains with hypnosis to where they’re functionally about two months old. Then, we adopted them out to two different families in Selegnasol,” Collin told me.

“Anyway, back to your question Stacy, if we can ever get that code, we’ll be able to make sure the Littles industry is nice and safe with plenty of Littles to go around. They’ll all love their mommies and daddies no matter what they do to them. Any Amazon that opposes us will just find themselves in a nursery with the same treatment. I figure we’re within a couple of months of finally deciphering the last part of her parents’ project even without that code.” Jennifer said all of that with a smirk that I wanted to knock off her face.

I sighed, “You know bad guys never really win, right? My grandpa is not going to let this stand, and neither will my mommy! Whoever you adopt me to, won’t they scan my chip and have a massive red flag go up?”

“You really are a feisty one,” Jennifer said with a laugh. “We’ve already neutralized that chip, so there won’t be an issue when you are adopted.”

“But…”

“But what?” she asked with a smile.

“Never mind,” I said. ‘The portal scanners wouldn’t be a problem, though…?’ I thought with a bit of a smile that I kept inside. ‘If I ever get near one again!’

She smiled, and I recoiled as she caressed my cheek, “Don’t worry, as soon as you’re done with this first session, I’ll give you another chance to nurse on my boobies. From today forward, you won’t care about anything but whichever boobies are nearest. You won’t even care about your old mommy!”

Doctor Nimitz and his wife messed around for a few minutes with some controls on the side of the wall before a video started playing on the screen, and they walked away. “Nighty night, baby,” she cooed as the door shut. “I hope you enjoyed your last adult conversation. Your wittle mind won’t understand anything the next time we talk!”

I sighed and looked on in horror, knowing this would be a high-intensity hypnotic session. ‘Please work…’ I thought to myself about my edits to the nanites.

I knew if I shut my eyes, they would probably be back in, so I made myself look. I watched swirling colors turn into a cartoon showing a Little becoming more of a baby with every scene. I worried it would affect me, but nothing seemed to be happening as I watched, to my relief. I did my best to fake a totally blank stare at it after a while, hoping they would disappear and give myself some time to plan. Then, when I felt like a bit of time had passed, and maybe they would be getting overconfident, I moved quickly with a plan of action.

I wriggled my upper body out from underneath the top part of the harness and quickly reached for the knives in my shoes. With them, I sliced through the remaining straps on the chair and then hopped down as quietly as I could. I looked around for anything else that would be useful to defend myself, but the room was bare of anything besides what was needed to brainwash a Little at that moment. As I rounded the chair, I was surprised to see that the only thing blocking the door by the observation window was a standard baby gate with handy finger holds that I could scale quickly. ‘They didn’t even bother to lock a door with me in here?’ I smirked, ‘Stupid!’

On the other side, I paused to carefully scout out that room. I saw Collin sitting in a chair with his head down and soft snores coming often. Then, upon a short table, I saw my backpack to his right, and I smiled with the first sense of hope I’d had. ‘Shouldn’t haven’t fallen asleep on the job,’ I smirked.

Collin woke up and stared at me in disbelief as I stepped to get to it. But, unlike him, I didn’t hesitate, this was a matter of life and death, and I wouldn’t let it be my death! I tumbled forward and cut his Achilles tendons and hamstrings with a couple of swipes that forced him to the ground in pain. He cried out in pain and tried to reach his large hands to grab me, but I dodged and took the opportunity with him low enough to slice my right blade through his neck. The blood from his carotid artery sprayed everywhere, and I blinked as I just missed some of it pouring into my eye.

I watched as he tried to hold the blood in and gasped an awful sound. I would have almost felt bad, but they were willing to effectively kill me! He knelt down and then fell on his side, twitching for a moment before going still. I looked at the closed door and hoped it had blocked the sound of his death.

I knew we had to have made a ton of noise, so I wasted no time climbing for my bag and was grateful to find my switch was still in there. I pressed the sequence on it and withdrew the pistol my grandfather had given me.

I pulled back the slide and chambered one of the eight rounds that I had modified. I just hoped it would be enough! I took a quick glance back at Collin and decided to search him. I had no doubts that he was already dead… I sliced around the fabric pocket of his pants to get to the contents. I hit the jackpot with a cell phone.

‘No Signal,’ it read.

“Damnit!” I couldn’t help but say aloud. I looked back at my LittleProtect device with that same message still active and knew they must have some sort of jammer or faraday cage in place here. I sighed and placed the phone into my backpack before slinging it over one shoulder and draping it in front of me. I quickly rifled through the pockets to see what I had with me.

I was relieved that my student ID badge was still inside the front pocket. I had been keeping it there since I had taken to using the band instead. I carefully put it over my neck and under the ill-fitting dress to be safe. ‘Last thing I want is to be able to escape and then be in violation of code of conduct,’ I griped. Lastly, I looked back at my tablet sitting inside the bag and thought to activate the video recording feature. ‘It’ll only record audio sitting inside my bag… but it might be useful evidence later,’ I told myself.

I shouldered it onto my back and then took one last look at Collin, glaring at the disgusting mess, “Should have stayed in your diapees.” I didn’t allow myself to feel anything for him as I turned towards the other door that I presumed led out to somehow.

I slowly opened the door to discover a clinical hallway that looked to be part of the hospital at the university. ‘This whole time, they’ve been this close?’ As I confirmed what they had told me seemed likely, I thought. ‘I can’t be too far from help…?’

I saw a doorway across from me and quickly ran across it and pushed my way inside. I moved slowly as I opened the door and felt a sinking feeling of total horror when I saw the dentist-style chair and all of the tools arrayed there. To make the scene ghastlier, it looked like someone was keeping trophies of teeth placed in fake gums in a glass case. Each had names on it, and I quickly scanned, hoping not to see one.

To my relief, Bella’s name wasn’t attached to a set. But, to my horror, ‘Stacy Westerfield’ was labeled with an empty spot already prepared for mine… I bit my lip to avoid squealing. I shook my head and quickly made sure there wasn’t anything of use in the room. The room lacked even a computer, so I decided to move on. I was just walking past a cabinet to the door when my puffy dress caught on something and knocked a tray of tools to the floor.

“Shit!” I whispered to myself and knelt down beside it if someone came looking. To my relief, somehow, my noisy escape had so far been ignored. I looked down at the tray that I had knocked over and saw a mirror that dentists used inside of mouths and smiled, ‘This’ll be useful!’

As I opened the door to the hallway, I used the mirror to look for anyone before reopening the door. Then I hopped down to another doorway and peered in through a glass cutout that ran almost the entire height of the door. It looked to be a surgical theater, and I grimaced at the thought of what all they did to Littles inside there. Another quick run to the next doorway, and I saw a genuine newborn nursery with real babies in clear newborn carts. ‘Those must be the ones these monsters have forced the girls to have,’ I thought angrily.

Luckily, I chose not to go in and take a closer look because I saw a nurse go over to one of the babies and pick them up. I could still see an umbilical cord stub attached, so I knew these were genuine newborns… ‘At least I hope so,’ I conceded that anything was possible in this world.

I ducked back as I saw a nurse turn her head towards the door and hoped she hadn’t seen me. Then, deciding to get moving onto the next room, I jumped up into the air to pull the horizontal handle open. I found myself in a storage closet of diapers, formula, laxatives, baby food, and enough baby items to take care of a couple hundred babied Littles for months. I noticed a stash of locking pacifiers and felt grateful they hadn’t forced one of those into my mouth. ‘That’s why I mostly behaved for them!’ I reminded myself.

Not seeing anything inside the room to help me escape, I used the mirror again to clear the hallway and found myself again looking in at another large nursery ward, but this one full of Littles in large cribs! Against my better judgment, I pushed my way in the door and entered the room. I looked in horror as a Little stared down at me through her crib bars. Her hair had been altered to look like she had the hair of about a two-month-old baby. I felt a stab of genuine horror at her drooling smile. Just like Chloe’s Littles, there were clearly no teeth there - but they hadn’t installed the gummy thing in her mouth to hold its shape… so her lips were collapsed inward like an old woman. She was barely able to sit up. It seemed that whatever they had done to her probably didn’t help. Still, I believed the large belly displaying a baby growing in her stomach was probably just as responsible for her immobility.

I bit back a wave of disgust as she put her foot in her mouth, and the slobber ran down it, and she fell onto her side.

I quickly counted a total of ten cribs in the room. Then, as I looked down the row, I suddenly realized that Bella was in one of them.

She wore nothing but a diaper that looked like it needed to be changed hours ago. It was sagging and leaking urine and poop from the leg holes. She sat up and waved blankly at me before putting her foot in her mouth. I wanted to vomit, but I couldn’t take the time to do so. Eight other girls filled all of the cribs in the room. I noticed that all seemed to be on the shorter side of Littles.

Their behaviors seemed similar, and all seemed to be fascinated with chewing on their feet. But then, I noticed a medical chart hanging off the bottom of each of the cribs. So I nervously walked closer to Bella’s to look at the one hanging from hers.

What I read made me angrier than I had been yet.
 

Subject 390481 ‘Bella’

The subject responded well to hypnotic therapy after initially displaying some unusual levels of resistance. Instead of a typical 4-hour session, it took three separate 10-hour sessions, but the Little is now cognitively at the mentality of a ten-month-old. No action was needed surgically to limit mobility as the subject succumbed to hypnosis and displayed no desire to stand or walk.
 

I would have kept reading, but I heard movement and saw Jennifer Nimitz standing in the doorway in shock that I was there. “How the hell did you get loose?”
 

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