Particularly Dumb Little (Diaper Dimension Story)
"Uh huh, yeah, uh huh," Alex tried to pay attention to the talking head in front of him. The speaker, another Little, had recognized him and came up to him as he sat in a mall's food court. He had brown hair neatly combed and wore a suit though he didn't seem to be working. This meant hee was putting a lot of effort into not seeming like a "LITTLE" little. This was fitting. He was rambling on about how best to present Littles to the Amazons, how to counter their propaganda, how to convince them they could be 'real' adults, and the suit was obviously part of that.
As if the Amazons cared.
As if it mattered at all.
As if every one of them, EVERY one, wasn't half a second away from being helplessly bent over a giant lap, getting spanked for putting on airs, and being told about their new life in diapers and nurseries. As if any comment the Amazon's made about their most recent kidnappees wasn't just made up justification for something they were going to do anyway.
He'd seen those nurseries. A lot. There was no escape from them, and there was no escape from that fate.
They were sitting in the food court of a gigantic mall. Rows of fast food counters, each far too high for a little to see over and far too expensive for most of them to afford, surrounded tables of gigantic Amazons. They all ate in peace, and Alex had sat at a far too big white and red plastic table to think about his plan. He had to reach almost over his head to grab his drink from the table, even with the booster seat provided, but it gave him a moment to himself.
Instead, he was interrupted by a Little in a suit. A Little in a suit was always a problem, as they attracted attention. Then again, any outfit could be twisted into an excuse, either playing pretend or too casual to be taken seriously. The only safe outfit for a Little was the baby clothes an Amazon put them in.
Frankly, walking around already in baby clothes was the easiest one to avoid being caught, as the other Amazons assumed you are already taken. Alex had had fun with that little tip.
"Now, when its comes to actual fighting..." the other Little leaned in closely. "I have some thoughts about that too..."
Alex looked at him. He had 'thoughts." Were Littles allowed "thoughts?" If the Amazons were right, they didn't really that were worth listening to, and this dummy's 'thoughts' were going to prove them right. His "thoughts" were going to fail and cause major problems for everyone.
Sometimes some had these thoughts of fighting. Against giants multiple times their size. Who were also several times stronger, were the only ones who owned weapons, and had the full backing of the law. Unsurprisingly, not one worked.
Alex had tried himself a thousand times. The last one seemed promising. Inviting a genius level (for a Little, he supposed) diplomat from a world entirely built by Littles seemed promising. Alex was stunned when he heard of it- society, buildings, even planes, all built by Littles, suddenly accessible by a strange portal they had build themselves. It gave him a brief moment of hope that they could actually find their way out of this.
Then he saw their plan. It was clear the Amazons had no real intent to meet her as an equal and that she was walking into a trap. No one else saw it, or believed him when he told them. Alex bet she'd last a week before she was in a diaper reciting some tirade about how Littles were better off as babies for the Amazon's hungry cameras. The other world might find building that portal was their biggest mistake as more and more of them found themselves imprisoned in nurseries they didn't even know existed.
He should have known not to get his hopes up. Littles WERE that dumb. All of them. Even those from worlds where they ran the world and built airplanes.
Himself included, but at least he saw it.
The Little in front of him was telling his 'plan.' Alex already knew it was bound to fail. If he carried it out, he was going to get himself caught into a particularly harsh punishment. Not just a nursery, but a cage. Worse, he was going to get OTHER Littles into the same, and cause lasting damage to their own cause.
Again, all Littles were dumb, but some were Particularly dumb. This one was particularly dumb.
"NO Little needs diapers. NO Little WANTS diapers, and we'll get them all out..."
Alex smirked behind his cup. Of course, how could ANY adult Little POSSIBLY want diapers? He shuffled in his seat, enjoying the feeling of his padding, and wondered if the Particularly Dumb Little heard the crinkle.
At the far end, was what was distracting him. It was a store, titled "Littles Paradise." Massive glass walls showed off 'normal', ie giant like, clothes sized for littles.
Behind it was the opposite. Locking strollers, locking pacifiers, paddles for spankings, and endless diapers, again, with locks, stocked the rest of the shelves. The store itself was a trap, and one Alex wanted to fall for.
If he told people he wanted to wear diapers on his own he'd be a weirdo and sign other Littles should be adopted. If he openly looked for an Amazon couple to adopt him, he'd be a traitor. However, if he accidently fell for a trap that just happened to give him the exact result he wanted, and get 'forced' into a baby lifestyle by people several times his size? Well then, he couldn't be blamed, there was nothing he could do. He had been planning this even as these little should-be-diapered brats talked to him about resistance and expected him to help.
This is why they spoke to him. On the outside, he was a writer and champion of Little's rights. On the inside, all he wanted was an Amazon, and the RIGHT amazon, to finally put him in his place. If his timing was right, that Amazon was fifteen minutes from walking into the trap store. If his plan was right, she was ten minutes from adopting her newest Little- Alex, and he'd prove he was the goodest diapered Little in the world. He smiled at the thought.
Another Little was coming near. This one was caught, she was locked into a stroller pushed by giants. Based on her brown stained, overflowing diaper, t shirt with "Stinky Butt" written on it, and face twisted into a look of horror and disgust, she was in the middle of learning a VERY valuable lesson about what it meant for a Little to be in diapers with an Amazon determining when they got changed. She squirmed, clearly itchy and hot, as the lesson got stronger and stronger. It was a lesson Alex already knew was true, and hoped to be taught by a strict, caring Amazon soon.
He looked at the passing Little, pinched his nose shut, and winked at her, letting her know what a smelly Little brat he thought she was. She pouted at him, upset that even another little was coming in on the teasing. Still, good lesson for her, and fair since he wanted to get the same soon.
"Is something wrong Widdle Stinker? Learning why you don't argue over getting changed in public?"
The Amazon Mommy asked the squirming Little as they passed. Alex chuckled. So it was a well deserved lesson.
A muffled moan came as a reply, and the Amazon stopped. "Hmm, seems you might need a bit more help with your lesson."
The Little squealed from behind her pacifier, and her Amazon Mommy lifted her straight out of the stroller. She sat down on a bench and put the whining Little on her lap facing out.
"Time for your horsey ride, Stinky Butt!" the Amazon said. With massive hands that covered most of the Little's torso, she held the squirming brat in place and bounced her up and down on her knee, each bounce bringing another SQUELCH from her overflowing diaper and a groan from the Little.
"Tsk tsk tsk, stinky stinky stinky," The Amazon said. "Just look at that messy diaper! And to think, only a few weeks ago you thought you were a regular adult who deserved thongs! How silly! I'm going to take you back to your old "Accountant Firm" in your proper underwear and show them the truth, what do you think of that?"
The Little teared up. She looked at Alex for comfort, and instead he smiled and waggled his finger at her misbehavior. She whined and closed her eyes.
"What was that?" The particularly dumb Little in a suit asked. He looked behind himself at the bouncing Little, and turned away blushing.
"Oh, nothing. Things like that happen all the time at this mall." Alex was counting on it. "You were saying?"
Alex made eye contact with the still speaking Little who still hadn't realized he was better off in pampers. Well, time for a lesson even a Particularly Dumb Little could understand before he hurt far more people then just himself.
Alex had worked long to find the right Amazon couple to be his new Mommy and Daddy, and had planned ahead to ensure he got the ones he wanted. Some were too poor, and couldn't afford a good lifestyle for a Little. Some were cruel, treating their Littles as more prisoners then babies. Some were the opposite, and didn't give Littles the spankings they needed to behave. Alex had picked carefully, but this Little would never get the chance.
The Little reached for his drink, a giant cup of apple juice, (Alex wasn't sure if he had ordered that or the giants refused to serve him beer or soda, but either proved the point) and was already shaky trying to hold it.
"Wait... what's that on the cup?" Alex asked, making a confused face. He climbed up higher on his chair and bent over the table and reached for the Little's cup, aiming as well as he could. He smirked, realizing that his position probably made his diaper a bit more obvious. Ironic, given what he was about to do.
"OH no!!" the Little screamed as the juice poured onto him.
"Oh no!!" Alex said, feigning horror. He stayed a moment bent over the table, savoring the feeling his padding pressing out, before settling back into it. His diaper had probably been showing, and fun as that was, he was here to get the OTHER Little forcibly adopted.
The juice poured right onto his crouch. None went higher, and from any outside perspective, it seemed like he had wet himself. Given he was a Little, that was the only explanation that would be taken.
The Little looked down in panic. Even his dumb Little brain could understand the problem.
Worse, a Little shouting while surrounded by giants would ALWAYS get attention in a bad way. In a VERY bad way.
"Quick," Alex whispered. "Run to the bathroom to dry off!" Alex pointed to the bathroom, marked by giant brown wooden doors with symbols, at the far end of the food quart. The bathroom's symbols marked a Male Amazon, a Female Amazon, and a Little in a diaper. Alex smiled to himself, the Particularly Dumb Little didn't see it, but wouldn't find anything he could use on his own there.
The dumb idiot believed him him, got up and bolted toward the bathroom, thus confirming what everyone was assuming. No Amazon questioned what was happening when they saw a Little with wet pants bolt toward a bathroom. Alex wondered if he'd ever figure out it was a trick. He'd have the rest of his life in a nursery to go over this moment and wonder.
He took the now empty juice cup and threw it in the nearby garbage.
"Now now, it seems we are already past that," an towering Amazon man, with muscles pushing through a skin tight gym shirt, said.
"No, you don't understand, it was an accident! I..."
"Yes I know it was an accident Little one, we can all see that. I'll make sure those 'accidents' aren't a problem anymore." The giant said, not letting go of his grasp.
"No, I mean, it was juice! My cup fell and leaked, see!" he pointed toward Alex, and the giant followed his gaze.
Alex gave him a confused look, lifted up his own still sealed and full cup, and shrugged.
"What... Alex... what happened?" his face fell. Alex didn't know if he assumed his cup had just disappeared, or if Alex was doing the natural thing and saving his own allegedly non-pampered behind. Really, you couldn't blame him for lying.
Of course, the giant COULD blame the other Little for lying, and intended to do so.
"Did you really just try to blame another Little for your own accident, you lying brat? He's on his own behaving like a good boy! Why..."
Alex squealed with delight inwardly. First, a real Amazon called him a good boy, next, he was going to watch a bad one get his comeuppance.
"No no!!!" The little shouted as the giant pulled off his soaked dress pants and threw him over his knee.
Alex did feel sorry for the soon-to-be-diapered brat. It was never easy, watching your adult life come to a an abrupt end, and the new, infantile one start. Of course, Alex would hopefully be experiencing that soon, so he guessed it wasn't that bad. He hid his smile and shuddered with glee.
Soon, he'd be cuddled up, in thick, warm diapers, in one of the cutest nurseries around.
As for the other Little, Alex hoped his Amazon daddy was one of the nicer ones.
WHACK! "AAAAA!"
Seems he wasn't one of the nicer ones. Amazons were already much stronger then Littles, and this one clearly worked out. A spanking from him could get harsh, and he didn't look like he intended to hold back.
WHACK! again. "I'll show you what happens to lying Littles! Once I get you diapered I'm filling your mouth with SOAP!"
REALLY not nice. Soap was one of the punishments Alex never envied.
WHACK WHACK WHACK! The smacks fell, and the Little screamed as his bottom turned a deep red.
Alex smirked and watched the show as the Little was introduced to his new reality. He always found a Little in a suit jacket with a diaper underneath was funny, the brief bit of faked dignity and professionalism broken by the truth. He hoped to see it soon.
Alex had even tried it himself, as he often wore at home. His own diapers were in a badly hidden box in his closet, with a sealed garbage bag with the used ones beneath them. Until then, it was his deepest secret, an embarrassing source of comfort that would end his life as he knew if if it was found, and therefore kept hidden under floorboards. Now, it was placed so that it would be the first thing found when they investigated him, thereby shutting down any of his fake arguments for his own adulthood in his forced attempt to argue his way out of it in one of the kangaroo courts they ran.
He daydreamed about that 'court day' too. There were entire books written on how a Little could win them, all lies. Alex instead hoped he'd already be diapered while standing in front of the meanest, sternest judge they had, his new mommy holding his hand (or maybe a leash) in one hand and a paddle in another. He pictured himself standing there, blushing with his padded, and probably at LEAST soaked, backside exposed. He'd argue, get spanked in front of the entire court, and then told of his over the top punishment and oh so humiliating new life.
Alex shook his head and erased the day dream. The Particularly Dumb Little was on a table, sobbing confessions of guilt as his Daddy got ready to tape him into his first diaper as an adult. He requested one from the mall staff, who were happy to oblige. The Little covered his face and moaned "no no no."
"Yes yes yes," Alex thought. Public diaper changes on a first day were often harsh for Littles, and it seemed this ones need Daddy had little sympathy.
His new Daddy held out a brightly printed diaper, provided by a more then willing nearby Amazon Mommy. The red faced Little squirmed and moaned his displeasure as his Daddy lowered the padding onto him and stretched it out, then taped i securely to his hips. A moment later, the new baby was turned upside down over the Amazon's shoulder with his padded bottom sticking out, getting carried away away to his new life. A hand rested on his back side, giving him light reminder smacks, each one eliciting a whine from the Little and envy from Alex. His feet kicked helplessly, now several times his own height off the ground.
As they walked, Alex watched him. He couldn't help but smile and wave his fingers at the crying Little, and he wondered if he noticed.
"Good Little," Alex thought. He hoped he really was a good Little and would learn to act properly like a baby. In time, he'd see it was right. Adult Littles were only ever as good as Amazon Babies, and Alex himself was going to be the goodest Little in the world and get himself in one of fun nurseries where he belonged. That was the difference between him and the others. All Littles were dumb and bad, but Alex realized he was dumb and bad, thus making him the smartest and goodest out of Littles. The fact he was doing this and accepting his place proved it.
To be honest Alex was a bit annoyed. That lucky brat had one fake accident and was on his way to a nursery. Alex had spent years being the biggest brat possible, running resistance groups, writing about fighting against Amazons, ACTUALLY fighting against them, calling their objectively true facts about the dumbness and diaperability of all Littles lies, ALL WHILE WEARING DIAPERS IN PUBLIC UNDER HIS OWN FREAKING CLOTHES, and still escaped all of them. Yes, he had hidden things and run when almost caught, but he figured one would be good enough to get him and use his escape attempts as a reason for more punishments. What does a Little gotta do to get put in his place?
Disappointing that the superior species couldn't see the trick, but he guessed he was good at hiding it. He was a dumb Little, but not a particularly dumb one after all.
Still, his target was nearby, and he had to prepare. He stood up on his chair, jumped the distance to the ground, and fell to his bottom before getting back up. He stood up and bushed off his thankfully not sore bottom. Yet another reason to prefer padded underwear.
He left his cup still on the table. Babies didn't need to clean up after themselves, why should he? His intended Mommy and Daddy had specifically said they didn't believe in making Littles do chores, since they wouldn't for actual babies. Another positive.
He took a step, and luxuriated in the sound of his diaper crinkling. He wiggled his bottom, making the thick padding rub between his thighs and bringing even more crinkles.
He knew from experience it was louder in his ears then in others. He had walked around with them before, and normally got away with it.
Still, much as he loved it, it had to come off. He blushed and waddled toward the bathroom. Deep down, he knew it was fine, no one noticed, and he was going to get in a nursery anyway. However, his instinct still made him scared. Frankly, in another circumstance, he preferred the idea that his padded bottom was obvious.
He passed by a couple of giants sitting at a table. Beside them, strapped down into a locking stroller, was a Little in a thick white diaper and pink t shirt. The Little seemed to be new to their status, they were blushing and at the giants giggling as if it was all still new and shocking. So, they were in the few months before they truly learned their place. What a fun experience for them!
Alex recognized the diaper, he wore the same kind himself.
He made eye contact with the Little. The Little looked back, scared, pleading, humiliation, and a dozen other emotions in their eye.
Alex replied with a smirk. He reached to his belt line and pulled his own diaper slightly above it. He winked, and put his finger to his mouth in a shushing motion.
The Little looked in surprise at the seemingly free Little choosing to wear a diaper. Their emotions switched entirely to shock, and they looked to see if anyone else noticed, then back at Alex in confusion.
Alex giggled, stuck his tongue out, and pulled his eyelid down. "Haha, I'm free and you're not, you HAVE to wear one and I don't, and I'm choosing to do the thing that humiliates you just for fun," he thought.
The Little became outraged, and began squirming in their stroller and moaning through the locked pacifier gag for attention. Alex waggled his finger and shook his head while smirking.
The Little reached to grab their Amazon mommy's sleave.
And that was the que for Alex to leave. He power walked behind them, making sure to emphasize the waddle as he passed the furious Little. Hopefully their reaction will be taken as a tantrum and they'll get a fun punishment they probably deserved (and wanted) anyway.
"What are you whining about? Is this another tantrum?" his Daddy asked, and from the sounds of the muffled shouts that followed, he planned to do something about it.
As Alex walked, he relaxed. He sighed in pleasure as his diaper became warm and expanded. It squished a bit, and hugged him closely. Soon, he'd feel that constantly. He wondered how often his new Mommy and Daddy would immedietly change his diaper, or leave him in it for hours. The later could sometimes be fun, but he didn't want it TOO much.
He made sure to stop part way through wetting. For his plan to work fully, he needed the wet diaper, and it felt wrong to get rid of it without using it anyway. However, he also needed to be ready to go again. If his initial plan failed, his back up was to wet his pants, a move that ALWAYS ended with a little in a nursery. Wetting his pants wasn't nearly as fun as doing it in a diaper, and from the outside perspective would mean his former friends in the resistance would be less likely to assume he was being railroaded by the system, but it was good to have a fall back.
He entered the bathroom. Like all good public bathrooms, everything except the changing table was far too big for a Little. The toilets (which Littles shouldn't be using) were above his head, and hidden by blue stalls he had to jump to open. He walked by them, checking to make sure they were empty.
He smiled at his so far perfect plan. He had picked this bathroom as it was rarely used. For his plan to work, it needed to be empty at first. At the same time, he deliberately avoided any bathrooms with Little sized toilets .
He walked into the stall. Hopefully, this will be the last time he'd be in such a place.
He pulled down his pants and examined his diaper. Like all good diapers, the tapes were too strong for a weak Little to open, so he slid it off. He then reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a pair of gross boxers.
He looked at them while wrinkling his nose, sighed, and pulled them on, followed by his pants. With any luck, he'd never have to wear the bad-for-Littles things again.
He had considered simply going up to his target already wearing a diaper. That would probably guarantee a Mommy or Daddy adopting him, so it was a tempting choice.
However, the initial capture often a key part in a Little's new life, and it was something he'd daydreamed about way to much to avoid. He often imagined what being forcibly put into his assumed 'first as an adult' diaper would be. He loved to picture himself getting grabbed, stripped, screaming and fighting to no avail and only to attract more attention to his humiliation, before getting spanked into obedience and finally diapered. Then they'd find the diaper he hid in the bathroom, and he'd be forced to admit the diaper was his as no other Little used this bathroom, and all his arguments would fall to nothing.
Sure, the other Littles who had read his work would argue they were all planted as part of a take down, but would be ignored as more Little nonsense.
He waved goodbye to his friendly diaper and walked out back into the mall. He checked the clock on the wall of the food court. His intended new Mommy would arrive soon, and the way was far for someone with short Little legs. He hurried along.
The choice of Mommy and Daddy had been a difficult one. He knew he wanted to get adopted, and by all appearances 'accidently.' However, it had to be the right couple. His status in the resistance gave him details about hundreds of important Amazons, and he looked through them to find the right ones. The opinions ranged widely, from "Littles are our equals" hippies like the Kenzies to "spank them daily" brutalists like the McValences, authors of the infamous "All Littles are Bad". Alex wanted to be a good Little, and he had to choose a balance.
First off, it had to be a couple. He wanted as much attention as possible, and that required both a Mommy and Daddy.
Second, he wanted them to be RICH, so he could be spoiled like he deserved. Alex wanted to see the world from his stroller, in the most comfortable and cutest diapers, and holding expensive toys. It also came with lifestyle, and Alex didn't want to be one of those Littles desperate Amazons used as household servants, or kept in cages, or blocked from any other kind of hobby. Anyway, given how much smarter Amazons were then Littles, what did it say about one who couldn't make money? They didn't deserve a good, if a bit bratty, Little like Alex.
The perfect couple was Mr and Mrs Johnson. They were advocates for Littles rights, but not to the insane "Littles shouldn't be spanked" level ridiculousness. When they weren't jet setting, they lived in a huge mansion with their Littles and pets, where their Littles had their own nursery full of cute clothes, toys, and the most comfortable diapers. The Littles were allowed to have their own lives, pursuing art and Littles sports, and would give Alex people to bully and fight for Mommy and Daddy's attention with. Both were known to care for their Littles constantly, often bouncing one each in their laps, and giving them constant attention. Alex LOVED the idea of mindlessly filling his diapers on camera, sitting on his uber important Mommy and Daddy's lap, while they gave a speech that went over Alex's Little head to the other smart adults
"Hey would you look at that!" Alex said quietly. It was the Little he had teased and showed off his diaper too earlier.
From the looks of their tear soaked face and the new locking mittens on their hands, they'd learned a lesson about struggling against their betters. Alex had a spare minute, and decided to see if that lesson stuck. He wondered what the brat would think about Alex's new, adult underwear.
The Little's Amazonian Mommy and Daddy had stopped at a bench and were chatting, probably about grown up Amazon not meant for Littles. The Little was facing away from them, toward a stand selling candy. This was the perfect opportunity.
Alex walked beside the mammoth wall of the stand, letting its height cover him from the owner. He came closer to the Little and waved at them.
The Little, still pouting from whatever punishment they got, looked up at Alex and glared.
Alex reached down to his belt line and pulled up his boxers, showing off the fact that unlike the brat, he wasn't in diapers.
The Little snarled. Alex always thought it was cute to see them get angry and try to look intimidating from behind strapped in pacifiers. The Little lifted fingerless mitten toward Alex, and Alex could guess what finger they held up.
Alex shook his head and the poor little dummy's mistake, and decided it was time for another lesson about dealing with his superiors. Yet another Particularly Dumb Little who didn't know they were dealing with just a kind of dumb Little.
Alex reached over the stall, grabbed a candy bar, and threw it at the confused Little. They looked down it in surprise. Then surprise turned to horror as they realized what Alex did.
"!&#@" The Little swore, slightly muffled by their pacifier. They then shot their hands to their mouth.
"!&#@," Alex said, enunciating each punctuation mark. Good Littles didn't swear, he found his own way to express emotions. If the other Little had done the same, the punishment they were about to get would probably be much lesser.
Alex was low on time. He walked on by as the Little struggled looking for a way out.
"Blair! Did you just swear?" he heard their Amazon shout. "Oh my God did you steal that chocolate bar?! BAD LITTLE!"
The Little squealed, and Alex laughed. As a rule, Littles in diapers shouldn't mess with anyone not in diapers, even if the non-diapered situation was temporary. The irony struck him, but only made it more fun.
He needed to get his kicks out now for his own last time in boxers. His second favorite hobby, bullying helpless diapered Littles, would soon be replaced permanently with his number one favorite hobby, being the helpless Little who got bullied. Still, with his planning it wouldn't be too harsh, and it would be more then worth it.
Perhaps the same Little would later get to see him get carried out of Little's Paradise in his own humiliating clothes and get to gloat back. Maybe one day they'd be playmates and they'd get revenge. Maybe the other Particularly Dumb Little in a suit would realize what happened, get upgraded to pull ups and toddler level treatment, and be left as their babysitter to add to the revenge. It was a delicious thought.
He neared the store, and spotted Mrs. Johnson walking in. He recognized her from pictures. She was tall, fit but not muscular, with long red hair over an expensive looking dress. She was carrying empty bags, intending to pick up Little supplies, and about to instead get a new Little.
From here, the plan was a bit more complicated. Alex would wander in, looking nervous. He'd ask for where there was Little sized underwear, and get pointed to the back. Once there, he'd act scared at all the diapers, and 'panic.' He'd begin knocking over stands, and when they came to stop him, throw a tantrum.
From everything he saw, Mrs. Johnson should then step in with her mix of caring and sternness. Alex would be sniffling, tears streaming, showing what a Little baby he still was, and her Amazon nature would make her take over. If that failed, his last resort was wetting himself, though he hoped he'd have a diaper on the next time he needed to do that.
From there, the rest would come. His initial resistance, public spanking, diapering, arguing, court trials, etc., and on to his fabulous new life. He could barely wait.
He entered the store a bit behind her. As he expected, the first two rows, facing the store windows, were "normal" things sized for Littles. Shirts, socks, pants, shoes, etc. with one noticeable thing missing.
Alex put on his best nervous Little face and found a store clerk in a long red apron. She was a Middle, between the Littles and Amazons in terms of size, probably chosen to trick Littles into feeling more comfortable. Still, she towered several feet over Alex's head, and was probably far more capable. "Uhhh... Excuse me... uh miss..." he said in a small voice while looking up at her.
The woman turned and looked down toward him. She sniffed and rolled her eyes, then forced a deceiving smile. "Yes Mr...?" she said. The word "Mr." barely hid the sarcasm. She needed it for the trap but didn't believe any Little should be referred to that way, and frankly Alex agreed, unless it was sarcastic or followed by "DiaperButt."
"Uhhh... Alex," Alex said.
She giggled at the deliberately silly response. "Mr. Alex. What can I help you with?"
"Ummm... where are the underwear for Littles, Miss?"
She smiled. She thought he was falling for the trap, and technically she was right. "Right that way at the back, Mr. Alex," she giggled. She pointed down deep into the store, and Alex followed her point.
"Thank you!" Alex said, proving what a good, polite Little he was.
Right after the first two rows was everything Alex had been warned about. Row upon row of everything you needed to capture and baby a little, all looking either terrifying or adorable, depending on your perspective. Onesies and plastic pants with locks, strollers and high chairs with straps, paddles, leg locks, cage like cribs, suppositories, pills, and brain washing hypnosis tracks, and everything else Alex would soon get to enjoy.
And, of course, the most vital part of a Little's identity, the all wonderful diapers, stocked at the back. Alex walked by each aisle, looking for the telltale red hair and green dress of his target.
"Ah hah," he said, spotting it. She was standing well at the back, right where the diapers were stored. Perfect.
He walked down, and had to stop himself from humming in glee.
Now, was for the act. He hunched his shoulders and held his arms tight. He forced himself to look nervous, and let a tear run down his cheek.
"Where... where is the actual underwear?" He said, staring at a pack of diapers with a Little dressed as a baby on them.
"Hey!" he said outside in a nervous voice. "What's going on?!" He turned around as if startled, and knocked over a stand of diapers. "Why are they all diapers?! LITTLES DON'T BELONG IN DIAPERS!" He shouted.
Now was time for the tantrum. He reached for another pile, and shoved them directly toward Mrs. Johnson.
The diapers fell, landed on her leg. She turned around. "Excuse me? Did you just say "Littles don't belong in diapers", WHILE THROWING A TANTRUM LIKE A BABY?"
Alex stared in horror. That wasn't Mrs. Johnson.
From behind, the red hair and green dress were the same. From the front, the face and more muscular body certainly wasn't.
"I... uh... can I just sneak right beside you to find..."
"NO!" she shouted, and grabbed Alex's wrist. "I'm sick and tired of you Little brats destroying things! How dare you say Littles don't belong in diapers when I've put so much work into proving the truth to my own! Do you know how insensitive that is? How many long hours of punishments and cages you'd undo?!"
Alex gulped. "Oh god," he said. He recognized the face.
This was Mrs. McValence, the very same author of "All Littles are Bad", who Alex specifically wanted to avoid. She was wealthy and important for Alex to know, but was probably the strongest ANTI Littles rights activist around, and notorious for constant, extreme punishments.
Anyone who thought "All Littles are Bad" was not someone a good Little like Alex should be adopted by.
Sure, her Littles got to travel and enjoy the benefits of being rich. They just did it while sitting in constantly full, rarely changed diapers, clothes designed to humiliate more then anything, almost always tied up nearly immobile, and getting regular spankings multiple times a day, far harder then anything the Johnson's approved of. She advocated rare as possible changes, and always in public, the kind Alex dreaded the most.
And that was IF they behaved. If they didn't... Alex shuddered. He needed to get out.
"Please, I'm sorry, I..." Alex pleaded.
"NO! You're coming home with me!"
"NOO!" Alex shouted as she pulled him toward her. He kicked and pulled, but she yanked him over her lap. With one strong hand, she tore his pants clean off.
"Who gave you these boxers to wear!? YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER!" She said, and tore them off as well.
"NO NO NO!" Alex said. In a way, this was what he always dreamed of. However, this was going to be way, WAY to far.
SMACK! As if to prove him right, the first hit of a thick wooden paddle came down on his backside, immediately bringing tears and screams.
Hand spankings were fun. Small paddles a bit harder but still fun. The massive wooden paddle was insane.
SMACK SMACK SMACK! The blows rained down, and Alex was almost immediately screaming.
"Clerk!" she shouted, and the clerk came running.
"Yes Mrs. McValence?" she asked. Of course she'd know her by name.
"I'm adopting this Little, and I plan to teach them a lesson," she said between spanks. "They will need diapers. Thick ones, and LOTS of them."
"Yes Ma'am. Do you want ones for girl or boy Littles?"
"OW OW OW! I'm a guy! Please I'm a guy! OW OW OW!" Alex shouted between tears. His bottom was burning, almost numb from the spanks, and kept getting worse. His legs kicked unconsciously, but she held him down tight. He swore his butt was probably a dozen shades of purple, and she was still going.
WHACK WHACK WHACK! "ENOUGH OUT OF YOU! YOU ARE WHATEVER GENDER I SAY!" she said.
"You know what? Get me skirts. Pink onesies. The ones with the most glitter. I want this one dressed as a pampered princess for the world to see. I already have a regular Little boy and girl. This one will be trained to be a a girl, and the other two can have a Little Sissy to bully and tease.
"NO! @*!(*" Alex whined. Getting permanently sissified was NOT on his list of goals.
WHACK! "What did you just say?!" the Amazon said.
His bottom burned like a fire, and he could have sworn it was going numb. Still, her blows continued, leaving him a screaming, sobbing mess on her lap. The clerk treated the abuse of Alex's bottom as the most normal thing in the world, and simply continued. "Of course ma'am. And what kind of diapers?"
She pointed with the paddled at the top of the shelf. Alex followed her gaze, far above his own head, to see an oversized box with a crying Little on it. "There. Little Brats," she said. "Tell me about them."
The clerk looked up at the box. "Yes Ma'am. Those are made to be especially thick and uncomfortable, with clear plastic intended to make accidents obvious by sight and smell as much as possible. Also, their prints are... deliberately extra humiliating. They are intended to be punishment diapers, used to teach a Little a lesson before they are returned to normal ones after good behavior."
"Good. Those will be his daily diapers. Get me three boxes of the girl diapers, and if she behaves she can get boy ones."
"No..." Alex moaned.
WHACK! The giant woman delivered one final, paralyzing blow to his behind. Then, with one hand, she lifted Alex up by the wrists and left him dangling, his torn pants hanging by his knees, while the other waggled a finger under his tear drenched nose. "ENOUGH OUT OF YOU! Get HER a bar of soap for her dirty mouth, then a pacifier gag I can pour more soap into. I tell you you dumb Little BRAT, I've dealt with your kind for a LONG time, I know exactly how to deal with you, and I can tell you are a PARTICULIARLY bad case. Yours is going to be the sorriest Little bottom in the WORLD, and there are plenty of those to go around, so I'm going to have to be extra harsh just to make sure. I wrote a book on this, and I'll make the things in there and anything I've done with my other Littles seem tame."
She began poking Alex in the chest driving her points through. A burning fear filled him. This was a mistake, and not a good one.
As she spoke, Alex felt a warmness run down his legs. He looked down, and almost cried again when he saw his back up plan had put itself into action out of fear. His pants absorbed some and began to sag, and the rest collected in a puddle beneath him.
The giant looked down. "Get me those diapers NOW. I can't believe anyone let this one out of it, but we are going to permanently rectify that obviously naughty mistake. Also, she'll need an enema, and a suppository. I want her in poopy pink princess pampers within an HOUR, and locked in them for many more. Also, I need another stroller that will ride up and press her messy diapers to her, locking plastic pants with the tube and mask, a crib she can stay in for days at a time...
Alex stopped listening to the list of horrors. So not only was his adulthood stripped away, but any freedom, his gender, and his permanent ability to sit comfortably. Even in his wildest daydreams, he didn't imagine being forced into skirts, or being the constantly bullied lowest on the totem poll out of already over abused Littles. He gave up a life as a well known writer for this!?
Suddenly, he envied the other Littles he teased for an entirely different reason. It seemed he really would be the worse off of them all.
This was a Particularly Dumb Little mistake. Could it still be fun?