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Bethany needed to escape. She nervously bit her
lip as she went up and down on the seesaw. Other littles
laughed as they slid down the plastic slides. Or swung
across the monkey bars. Some even pretended to be heroes
on grand adventures as they scurried around the
Most of them weren’t wearing any pants, leaving
their diapers on full display. Along with T-shirts
depicting all kinds of cute animals or cartoon
characters. Adults of all ages, acting like toddlers
from her world. It defied all sanity and logic.
She didn’t want to be a little. She wanted to
live an adult life.
A week ago, Bethany graduated from law school.
She had just passed the bar exam and had a marvelous job
lined up at a prestigious firm. Until a strange,
unmarked letter arrived in her mailbox. She grabbed it
on the way home from grocery shopping and tore it open.
An unseen wind whipped around her as the letter
disintegrated into dust, causing her to sneeze. The next
thing she knew, she had crossed dimensions.
An Amazonian police lady found her wandering
the streets twenty minutes later. She’d objected to
being picked up, but was soundly ignored. She found
herself in a city-state funded daycare only two blocks
away from where she appeared.
She tried to explain to Ivonne and Darla, the
only two staff members, that she didn’t need diapers.
That she was in full control of her faculties. When
Darla started taking off her clothes, she fought back.
Only to be bent over and bare bottom spanked until she
had no fight left in her. Her legs were lifted and a
thick Mighty Max diaper was secured with special tape.
Bethany couldn’t take it off, no matter how hard she
tried. Darla dressed her in a onesie and laid her down
for a nap. She barely slept as the mattress was lumpy.
Over the next five days, she watched and
waited. She observed the other littles, and even tried
to engage them in conversation, but they were of little
help. They were too interested in Thaddeus, the Train
Engine show that ran all the time on the beat up flat
screen television. She ate the same bland little
food–which caused her to slowly and steadily lose
control of her bowels and bladder. She noticed that most
littles getting spanked often, for needless reasons that
only a timeout or a small telling off was necessary.
Darla and Ivonne showed little warmth or compassion to
those they watched over, only doing the bare minimum to
keep the littles happy. They didn’t fix the broken toys
or even call any repairmen regarding the peeling wall
paint or drippy faucets.
Twice she tried to escape. Both times she was
caught and thoroughly punished. Her bottom still stung
from the last time she was over the lap. She couldn’t
even remember how long it lasted. Bethany didn’t know
how much more she could take. The food, the environment,
and its people were messing with her head.
Her thoughts scattered when the toy cell phone
rang. Bethany found it taped under her seat with the
Thaddeus jingle. She glanced at the other little, but
they were too wrapped up in their own worlds. Darla and
Ivonne were too busy chatting to even watch. Should she
answer it? She banished the thought – what did she have
“Listen carefully. In a few minutes, the fire
alarm will go off. When it does, use the main playground
gate and go to the main parking lot. A driverless van
with the license plate JSDQ77V55 will be waiting for
you. Use the step stool inside to climb into the car
“What about Darla and Ivonne?”
“They will be too distracted to notice your
disappearance.” The voice on the other end paused. “This
is your last chance to escape. If you still want to be
an adult, you’d better take it. The choice is yours.”
The line went dead.
Again, Bethany hesitated. Is she trading one
prison for another? She didn’t like to be someone’s pawn
in a twisted game. But she couldn’t say here either.
Besides, why cause all the trouble when any Amazon could
easily walk in and adopt her?
So when the fire alarm went off, she did as
instructed. The loud siren started all the littles, who
ceased playing. Most started looking around in fear.
Others whimpered. Darla and Ivonne immediately had their
hands full, rounding up all the littles and getting them
to the exit safely. Neither of them noticed Bethany
escaping out the playground gate, into the parking lot,
and into an unmarked small silver van.
Bethany took a deep, calming breath as the van
door closed behind her. She jumped into the awaiting car
seat using the provided stool. Straps anchored
themselves against her body once her padded rear touched
the car seat. The van slowly backed out of the parking
lot, and soon the daycare was long gone.
“Unknown caller. Would you like to answer?” The
van’s AI interrupted the silence.
The same voice greeted her on the other end of
the line. “Congratulations, Bethany. For a moment there,
I didn’t think you had the desire to escape.”
“There’s no way in hell I’m spending the rest
of my life as a toddler.” She wiped fresh tears from her
eyes. “Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome. You’ll arrive at your
destination in a little over an hour. There are snacks
in the cubby in front of you if you’re hungry or
thirsty. My friends will be there to explain the next
steps of your journey. And Bethany?”
“Welcome to the Underground.”
Gary stood up from his
computer and stretched. He groaned as joints popped, and
he lazily took off his headset. He brushed his long
brown hair out of his eyes and tugged his white blankie
across his shoulders.
“Always do my best work in
front of a computer.” He sighed as he brushed the crumbs
off his plain green T-shirt. He wasn’t wearing any
pants, just a pull up like most littles in the
Underground. One that was sagging noticeably.
The egg heads hadn’t found a
solution to restore bladder function, and Gary doubted
they ever will. However, they did develop a pill that
would work halfway, granting rescued littles bowel
control. They would still have the occasional accidents,
but the important point was that the littles themselves
were in control.
Brittany would take her first
dose when she arrived at the cabin near the cost of
Latomme, the largest city state on the continent. Tami
and Jake, Gary’s contacts in the Underground, would also
be there to help her acclimate to this world. Help her
get out of her childish clothing. Give her some real
food instead of bland infant food. Sleep in a normal bed
instead of a crib. Eventually they would help her,
Justin, Patrick, and several other rescued littles would
make their way under the cover of night to Duskwind
Island, two miles off the coast. The Underground was
building a little sanctuary, away from those who would
steal them away and infantilize them. The dense
vegetation and current laws barred Amazons from setting
foot on the island. For now.
Bethany was Gary’s 50th
little rescue. It was his voice on the other end of the
line, but Jake had been the one who planted the phone on
under the sea saw. He had rescued five other littles
from that horrible facility. He hoped the negative
publicity and the anonymous tips he sent to LPS would be
enough to shut the place down, or at least get the
littles transferred to better facilities.
He was instrumental in
expanding the Underground’s presence. His software was
able to bypass most corporate firewalls, hack operating
systems, even pilot cars remotely. He started operations
in the city center and LPS was none the wiser.
“Not my software. Dad’s
software.” He muttered to himself as he walked to the
bathroom. He left his blankie on the counter and the
used pull up in the matter recycler. As he turned on the
hot water and let it splash over his body, he thought of
his parents. Ken and Jill.
Ken’s revolutionary work in
computer code advanced every single piece of electronic
hardware that Amazons used in Latomme and the
surrounding city states. His little family was often
featured in news and gossip magazines over the
continent. Ken worked hard to keep his family out of the
spotlight, but this kind of notoriety brought enemies.
A team of Wranglers broke into their house and kidnapped
both of them. Gary barely escaped as he managed to make
it to the panic room in the nick of time.
Gary never found out who was
behind his parents’ disappearance. He first tried
looking into the Wranglers, who were allowed to operate
in Latomme, under a special division of LPS – mostly
used when a little needed extraction from a dangerous
and/or an abusive situation. Tami coined the term
‘Little Hunters’ and the name stuck. He tried looking
into the news media but there was no mention of them, as
they had moved onto the next celebrity little family.
Ken and Jill made him promise
never to try and rescue them. Instead, they wanted Gary
to use the software to help rescue as many portal
littles as possible. So he packed up two large boxes –
One containing his custom computer rig, the other his
clothes, blankie and a few other keepsakes – and rode
his YGX370 Big Wheel into the main city. Ken had an
apartment that he used when he needed to travel for his
job, which he hadn’t used in some time.
The room was full of steam
when Gary stepped out of the shower. He wiped all the
water off himself with the fluffiest towel and
straightened his hair, which was plastered all over his
face. One fresh pull up later, and he was back at his
desk with his blankie close by. Jill used to tease him
about his little side. Maybe that was the reason she
only potty trained him halfway?
A pop appeared on his screen.
Another encrypted video call from Jake.
“Take a look at the news. Our
latest heist made waves.”
“Will do.” Gary promptly hung
up on him.
Jake didn’t mind. Everyone in
the Underground knew he was not a people person. One of
Gary’s few regrets in life was that he wasn’t nicer to
his parents before they were stolen from him.
Gary shoved those thoughts
aside as he found the news feed a few mouse clicks
later. He couldn’t stop grinning at the screen as he
watched Darla and Ivonne being led away in cuffs. The
daycare center was to be closed permanently as all state
funding had been cut off. Apparently, they were on their
last warning due to a multitude of complaints. Bethany’s
disappearance was the last straw. Her image then
appeared on the screen, asking all Amazons and littles
to be on the lookout for her. All sightings were to be
reported to the LPS tip line.
“You wanted to see me,
Franklin sighed softly as he
shut the door to her office. “It’s Franklin. I’m not a
“Sorry. I thought your
nickname was cute.” She straightened her shirt, jostling
her LPS badge that she wore around her neck.
He handed her the tablet.
“The fire alarm wasn’t pulled by either of the workers
on duty. In fact, the system doesn’t even register the
fire alarm even going off.”
“So someone broke through the
daycare’s firewall, set off the alarm remotely, allowing
Bethany to escape, and then erased all evidence of the
intrusion? That’s impressive.”
“Indeed. Very few have the
capability to write and use that software.”
“Check to see how many other
daycares were hit. And don’t leave out high profile
Amazon families either.”
Franklin nodded. “It will
take a few hours. I’ll need to pull Allison and Jeffrey
from their duties to assist me.”
Franklin returned to his desk
where he saw Allison and Jeffrey were talking softly
“I don’t like the idea of
trying to arrest this vigilante who’s been responsible
for capturing three of our ten most wanted criminals.
Not to mention the dozens of tips that he’s posted on
our online forums.”
“And he’s also responsible
for at least twenty portal littles going missing,
Allison. That we know of, anyway. He has no right to
deprive a willing Amazon family of their child.”
“Jeffery, these littles
aren’t even from our dimension! Do you have any idea how
traumatizing that can be? I don’t want them running away
any more than you do, but you can’t blame them for being
“Fine, but they cannot
provide for themselves. Our world is not designed for
them, and there is no way for them to return once they
arrive here. Not even our top scientists understand the
Franklin chose to intervene
before the conversation got out of hand. Allison and
Jeffrey loved to debate, but he needed them to focus.
“And I seriously doubt a bunch of LPS detectives can do
any better.” He took a deep breath. “Cynthia wants us to
check all of the other daycares for similar MO’s.”
“Shouldn’t take that long.”
“The sooner we get done, the
better. And Jeffrey? Can you check with the tech
department to see if surveillance caught anything
“You got it.”
The three of them spent the
next several hours in front of their workstations.
Franklin forgot who returned with donuts and coffee, but
he devoured it all and kept working. He didn’t even
notice the sun was setting outside his office window.
“Just finished the last one
on my list. They haven’t reported anything in the last
six months.” Allison stood up from her desk and
“Same here.” Jeffrey echoed.
“Wait a minute – tech is forwarding me a video.”
“Put it up on the big
Jeffrey tapped a few buttons
on his keyboard and immediately a video popped up on the
large television in front of their workstations. The
security camera was on the outside of a shopping center,
but it was what was in the background that grabbed the
“Magnify the upper right
The video zoomed in along the
street outside the daycare, where a little appeared to
drive up on the sidewalk up to the daycare. The feed
switched to another camera as they watched the little
put something underneath the seesaw.
“Likely a cellphone.”
Franklin murmured. “Is facial recognition picking up
“Nope. He might be wearing a
“We might have better luck on
his ride. That’s a YTX370 Big Wheel. Fast enough to
outrace any Amazon on foot but won’t keep up with our
hovercars. They’re top of the line toys for rich
“Hasn’t Nina been asking for
one for the last year?”
Allison sighed. “Yes, but
there’s no way I can afford it on my salary. You know
Franklin grinned. “But she
“No, and it’s become a sore
point between us. I love my Nina munchkin so much, but
she doesn’t like being told ‘no’”.
“Most regressed littles
The Big Wheel abruptly
vanished from the main viewer. Franklin turned to
Jeffrey, who put up his hands defensively. “Wasn’t me.”
Allison started typing
furiously. “Wasn’t me either.” She swore. “Case files
are being deleted. Our network is compromised!”
Jeffrey whipped out his phone
and used speed dial to contact the IT department.
“They’re locking down the servers.”
“It’s too late. All the
photos, reports, audio and visual interviews, it’s all
“Don’t throw up the white
flag so soon, Jeffrey. We’re lucky I have a photographic
memory, because I managed to memorize the license plate
on the Big Wheel.” Franklin scribbled the plate number
on a sticky note and handed it to Allison.
“Got a hit.” She pulled up
the registration form onto the big screen after a few
tense moments. “Registered to Denton Hughes. However,
there’s no job history, no arrest history, no banking
history, or any history at all.”
“Exactly.” She put on her
headset. “I’ll need to contact the bank and Fisher
Industries in order to get more information. Should take
a couple of hours.”
“Let me know if you find
anything.” Franklin went to refill his coffee cup.
The request ended up taking
several days. The bank provided all the information they
had, which wasn’t much. Fisher Industries, on the other
hand, was very uncooperative. They had reputation to
refused to answer any
questions without a warrant.
Franklin silently grumbled
about the situation while he was driving to LPS offices
late in the afternoon. He had left his keys on his desk
and was on his way home a second time. His hovercar was
stopped at a light next to a public park and he noticed
a Big Wheel parked at the edge of the lot. On a hunch,
he turned right and parked as far away has he could. He
watched as littles lined up next to a nearby ice cream
truck. They laughed and giggled as they handed the
Amazon ice cream man their receipt so they could get ice
His work phone buzzed
“Fisher Industries finally
sent over the client list, and I’ve found the Big Wheel
in question. License plate number UXSL64V88”
“Thanks, Allison.” Franklin
paused. “Who is it registered to?”
“Gary. He’s the son of Ken,
the computer genius that invented Pardox, the code that
all the Net servers use.
“And his parents have gone
“Rumor has it both were
abducted by Wranglers, but the Guild denied all
involvement. Could have been agents from Cynar or
Esssen, but my government contact said that our
neighbors had no interest in them. Or so they say.”
Franklin glanced over at the
Big Wheel after one of the nearby vans pulled out. The
license plate numbers matched. Gary was close by,
finishing off a large strawberry cheesecake ice cream
“I’ve sighted the suspect.
Allison, send back up.”
He exited the vehicle, his
eyes fixated on Gary’s every move. Franklin approached
quickly, his stride getting longer with every step. But
the little would not be taken down so easily. Gary
finished off his ice cream and easily jumped on the back
of the Big Wheel. Franklin missed him by a car length,
but Jeffrey arrived with a half dozen LPS agents. Their
hover cars easily spotted Gary driving on the edge on
the street, and the chase was on!
Gary swore profusely as he
tried every tactic he knew. He drove through alleyways,
narrow streets, and busy streets but he couldn’t shake
them off. Time and battery life slowly ticked down. Half
an hour later, he was forced to abandon his beloved
vehicle as the LPS was almost on top of him. He knew the
day would eventually come when he would get caught, so
he pushed a special switch on the handlebars before
taking off on foot. The signal would transmit wirelessly
to his computer, which would wipe all the drives clean.
He managed to run one block
before he was plucked off his feet by Franklin, who had
caught up by this time. Gary squirmed and fought with
every ounce of strength.
“Let me go, you overgrown
“Take it easy, tiger. We’re
not going to hurt you!”
“I don’t wanna be turned into
a drooling infant! I want to live my own life! LET ME
Franklin silenced his cries
with a specialized pacifier. Gary’s movements slowed,
likely due to the harmless sedative that was slathered
all over the nipple. In a few moments he was asleep. He
carried the little over to Jeffery, who was busy loading
the Big Wheel in the back of an LPS truck. There was
still plenty of room, so Franklin laid Gary down on the
truck bed. He expertly popped the crotch snaps on Gary’s
short shorts, revealing a soaked pull up.
“Got any supplies?”
“You’re lucky I forgot Jonas’
diaper bag in the cruiser. One second.” Jeffrey rummaged
around in the front seat of his hover car. He handed it
to Franklin. “I’ll let Cynthia know we have our target
“Thanks.” Franklin paid him
no mind, as he was busy putting Gary in a thick diaper.
Jeffrey watched, clearly impressed. “My parents owned a
posh daycare for littles. I was roped into helping out
more than I’d like.”
“Is that also why you don’t
have any littles to take care of?”
Franklin finished putting on
Gary’s short shorts. Another officer handed him a car
seat, and Gary was firmly secured with a five-point
harness. The LPS convoy left after Franklin buckled the
seat in the back of the hovercar.
Gary slowly awoke. He found
himself secured tightly in a comfortable yet restraining
high chair. The extra padding around his waist made it
difficult to close his legs, although he was still
wearing the same clothing. He didn’t know how much time
had passed, and there was no clock in the empty room.
Only a metal table and an Amazon sized chair were in
front of him. His hands were locked on the arms of the
chair, and the pacifier was no longer in his mouth. He
tried shifting his body, rubbing his wrists together,
even using his teeth. All efforts to free himself ended
The metal door squeaked as it
opened, revealing two Amazons. One was the large man who
captured him, the other was a lady he didn’t recognize.
They must have been watching him through the one way
Gary ceased struggling
against his restraints, fixing both of them with an icy
stare. “What do you want from me? You know I’m not going
to tell you anything about the Underground.”
“We’re not here about them.”
The Amazon lady said.
“I find that extremely hard
“Haven’t you been paying
attention to the news? Our ruling council decreed today
that Duskwind Island is now an official little’s
sanctuary. No Amazon will be allowed to set foot on the
island, and it will be patrolled by our military.”
“But there was no agreement
on how the littles themselves will be able to get there.
And there will still be those who are rich enough to
have Wranglers chase after portal and escaped littles.”
Gary shot back.
“Look, tiger. We want to make
a deal. We want you to come work for us. You have single
handedly helped us save dozens of littles from abusive
situations and arrested some of our world’s worst
offenders. You can help so many more littles than you
can with the Underground. In exchange, we will not
actively pursue portal littles.”
“But not escaped ones.”
“Our hands are tied.”
Gary hesitated, not trusting
himself to reply. He loathed constantly moving from
safehouse to safehouse, always looking over his
shoulder. The large bags under his eyes gave him away.
“What about my parents?”
“You will have the full
support of this department, as well as our ruling
council. We will track them down and see them returned
to you. We’re even willing to send them to Duskwind
“That’s incredibly generous
“Think of it as an
investment.” Cynthia smiled warmly.
“You’ll be given a special
wristband that will protect you from eager young parents
and Wranglers. Technically, you’re being adopted by the
whole LPS agency.” Franklin shuffled some papers. “That
being said, you will need to wear diapers to work.”
Gary sighed. “Do I have a
“Of course, you do. You can
choose to accept the deal, or you can reject it. Bear in
mind you DID hack into a police network system, so at
the very least you would be completely mind wiped. Not
to mention all the drugs in your food and drink that
will prevent you from having another coherent thought.
“And you’d never be able to
use the toilet again. Ever.” Cynthia added.
Gary took a deep breath.
Sweat ran down his back, and into his diaper. Franklin
and Cynthia glanced at one another and shrugged. Gary
shouted at them to wait when Franklin stood up to leave.
“I’ll take it! I’ll take it!”
“That’s the spirit!” Cynthia
grinned as Franklin undid all the restraints.
“But you’d better hold up
your end of the deal, because I will rain fire and
brimstone upon all of your lives, both personal and
“We swear it.” Cynthia walked
over and knocked twice on the glass. The door opened to
reveal Allison, who handed her a tablet with the
agreement loaded on its screen. She handed the device to
Gary, who slowly read over the electronic document. Both
Amazons waited patiently until he signed the document
ten minutes later.
“Where will I be staying when
I’m not working?”
“At my place. I’ve got plenty
of room for your Big Wheel and your other stuff.”
Franklin answered immediately. Both Gary and Cynthia
shot him surprised looks.
“Most of us don’t have the
room. And LPS agents don’t make a whole lot of money.”
Franklin shrugged. “Not to mention it’d be easy to get
all the supplies I need from my sister.”
“Oh yeah, your sister runs
Amazing Stays. We scoped out the place but decided
against freeing any of the littles, since you guys took
such good care of them.”
Gary raised his hands into
the air, and Franklin picked him up effortlessly. He
tried not to squirm, as he didn’t like being held. But
maybe it was a small price to pay. As the Amazon carried
him out of the room, he asked “One more question: Who’s
gonna change me?”
A familiar smell emanated
from Gary’s backside.
“Man, I forgot how much I
hated that smell.”
“You’ll get used to it,
“I thought I told you to stop
calling me that!”
Gary giggled as he was
carried to the bathroom. He’d save that little bit of
information for later.
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