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Thanks again for your patience on this chapter. My travels, work, and just exhaustion have kept me from getting anything else really written since mid-June. I'm hoping this weekend and the next few weekends will be good for writing. Thank you all for your comments in the reviews, I very much appreciate them! Chapter 19: I WOKE THE next morning to the sounds of someone walking down the hallway. Yawning, I rolled over to where my head faced the open crib bars towards the door. As I looked I realized that I had never really thought about the fact my door stays open all of the time... It was a far cry from when I used to lock my door at home just in the thought of someone coming in my room. 'Privacy is not something you're going to get for a long time...' I reminded myself with sigh. As if to punctuate that point Amanda came in then dressed in a professional looking pantsuit set. "Why good morning Princess! I can't believe you're already awake!" I tried to make a smart remark and then realized I was sucking on a pacifier and just sighed and nursed it instead. "I sure wish you were more of a morning baby," she told me with a smile and tickled me while leaning over the rail of the crib. I groaned and spit out the pacifier into my hand. "Be nice..." She laughed at me and gathered me up into her arms and checked my diaper. "Well maybe the wet diapee doesn't help?" I shrugged. "I hadn't actually noticed it yet..." I was squeezed into a hug and then she carried me over to the changing table. "We don't have a lot of time this morning before we have to get to our appointment at the lab, so let's get you dressed and eat breakfast quickly." I kind of perked up then and asked. "You said this is a new supercomputer and prototyping lab?" She pulled the shorts off of me and laughed. "It's all about the toys for you littles, huh?" "You're just as bad," I told her. "No I'm not..." She pouted with a frown, then stuck her tongue out and smiled. "I'm probably worse!" She then launched another tickle attack on my belly leaving me giggling uncontrollably! She didn't let up for a long moment until I knew I had to have emptied everything that could have been left in my bladder. "Not fair," I whined out of breath as she reached to undo the tapes from my soggy diaper. She just smiled at me and kept working to clean me up. A Pamper was fastened to my bottom before she sat me up and took the top off. "Let's try the summer uniform today," she told me with a smile. I groaned. "You're mean!" "We could just dress you in a onesie? Or maybe a t-shirt and diaper?" She smiled at me and lightly tickled my belly. I squealed. "The summer dress is fine!" She kissed my head and said, "I thought it would be!" I raised my arms up and she helped me into the dress that had a number of buttons going up the back. "How do you even put this kind of dress on by yourself?" I asked. "You either get good at contorting your body or you ask the RA in your dorm to help you," she told me. "RAs help?" "And pay extra for the privilege usually!" I woke up more as I sensed there was information here I'd missed before. "What do you mean? I thought RA's usually did that job to get free room and board?" "If you're an RA for an Amazon floor yeah, but the RAs for the littles get their dream jobs - so they pay for the privilege." "Huh?" I asked as she gathered me into her arms and carried me downstairs. "Think about it - you have all of those littles in your dorm rooms and they have to mind you! You get to mother them, pick on them, diaper them every night - maybe even during the day - and generally condition them for when they get kicked out of school to be adopted by someone. They even often get the pick of the litter so to speak!" "That's horrible..." I told her. "I thought you knew about this?" "I knew things in the dorms could be bad from the person on our previous visit, but I had no idea that it was that bad..." I let her buckle me into the highchair and raised my arms while she put the tray in place. "So that means that the girl I met yesterday, Sarah?" "Yes, she gets diapered every night in the dorms at the very least. She didn't look like she was wearing one during the day, but sometimes it's hard to tell." "Isn't it safer to just wear diapers now?" I asked. She shrugged. "I would think so, but many littles are too stubborn for their own good. They know they can make the potty and don't want to give into the Amazons..." She paused as she poured some actual cereal into a bowl for me. "As independent as you are I was honestly surprised that you were willing to agree to the diapers and the babying..." "I didn't really have much of a choice anywhere else, right?" I blushed as she handed me a spoon and poured only a little bit of regular milk over the cereal. "That's enough, I don't like it soggy..." she smiled at me and stopped with just a little in the bowl. "Anyway, my next best option was Doctor Nimitz and his wife... I know I wouldn't have been even able to go to school with him." She nodded. "But you did have a choice, you could have gone to school in your universe? Surely you had scholarship offers with how smart and talented you are? You had an amazing GPA, and already know more computer coding than most undergrads do by their junior year?" I shrugged. "I'd been accepted to a few universities, given scholarships... but the risk and reward here?" "Kind of like your parents - I think you're crazy sweetie," she told me. "But I guess if you do fail and get stuck in daycare I can at least not worry about avoiding nursing you during the daytime anymore!" She smiled at me as I took another bite of cereal. She had sat down at the table with her pump and began pumping while we both ate breakfast. I kept finding myself distracted by the milk she had and a craving for it roared its head. "Your milk must seriously mess with my mind," I sighed as I finished a bite. "What do you mean?" "I can't look at it without having an intense craving... It's kind of crazy..." She frowned. "Maybe we should just stop the night feedings too..." "No!!!" I practically cried, then thinking better of myself. "Sorry... please don't? It helps me sleep?" With a sigh she said, "Well I understand where you're coming from Stacy, my need to have you at my breast and not this contraption is probably just as bad. I guess we both just have to hold ourselves to the less card, huh?" I nodded and finished the cereal. I tried not to look at her while she was pumping her other breast and instead looked at my wrist with the charm bracelet she kept refastening to my wrist each morning. I noted that the emergency charms and that the whole thing jangled when I moved my hand. "Do you like that?" She asked me, making me look up at her again. "It's pretty," I told her. "I think I was always kind of jealous of girls for getting these. The idea of different charms for everything is really cool." "And as a boy that wouldn't exactly be on the plate, huh?" She asked. "No," I admitted. She finished with the pump and came back to unbuckle me from the highchair. She carried me to the living room and sat me down next to the playpen. "Do you need to make any poopies?" She asked me. I assessed my situation and shrugged. "Maybe?" "Why don't you try while I clean up the pump and put the milk away." "Okay," I told her and waited for her to turn her back to me. I sighed and grimaced at the thought of pooping another diaper, but I knew it was inevitable since there would never be a potty small enough for me from a store. I squatted down and felt my bladder release first, and then finally warm mush began entering my diaper. When I was done I had this weird feeling of lacking energy. It was like doing the dirty deed made me get rid of everything in my body as my blood pulsed and I knew my face was bright red. Just as I had finally gotten my breathing back under control Amanda returned to the room. "Smells like someone is ready for her new diapee!" She told me with a smile. I just held my hands up for her to pick me up and stayed as still as I could as she carried me back upstairs to my changing table. Without it being smushed she was able to clean it up fairly quickly, but nothing about getting poop being on my butt would ever be considered pleasant by me! She finished up and put me in another Pamper before sitting me up. "What do you want to do with your hair today?" She asked me. "I don't know... what's normal for a little going to college?" "Depends on how smart the little is..." she told me. "Meaning...?" "The smart ones will either try and play up their youthful appearance with pigtails to make it seem like they're being taken care of, or keep their hair at least in a little girls style with bangs and their hair loose but curled under." I nodded at that. "I guess that makes sense, neither makes an Amazon think they're trying to get out of their place in life. The not so smart ones?" "Nothing and keep it just loose, cutting it down to a crew-cut, or dyeing things in weird colors." "Since I don't have bangs cut into my hair I'm guessing I should probably go with pigtails..." I thought for a second. "Or how about a French Braid?" "I can do that with your hair if you would like, but you're going to have to sit absolutely still since we don't have a lot of time until we need to leave!" "Okay," I told her. "Let's take you back downstairs to your highchair, it's easier to reach you," she told me. I watched her gather some ribbon, my hairbrush, and a couple of elastic ties before she carried me downstairs. She just sat me in the highchair without doing the straps or placing the tray in place. As promised I sat still in the chair while she worked quickly, and suffered through the occasional yank of hair or rat being brushed out. When she was done she sat me on the floor next to the door to the garage. "I'll go grab your backpack, just wait right there." I stood obediently by the garage entrance while she hurried and finally returned with my new backpack. "Why do I need this?" I asked her. "It helps make you look like a student. If you don't want to instantly find yourself in someone else's nursery waiting for a rescue you need to learn to look and act like one of the littles that's still free." I nodded. "Okay..." She opened the door and I walked to the door next to my carseat as she opened it, picked me up, and then buckled me in. "Here's your phone," she told me with a smile before closing the door. I happily turned it on and found myself checking my new school e-mail that was setup on the phone. To my surprise that girl from yesterday, Sarah, had e-mailed me. From the header I discovered her last name was Evans. 'Hi Stacy, It was nice meeting you yesterday... assuming you really were honest yesterday... or at least your 'mommy' was honest I hope to see you around campus. I wanted to let you know that next Thursday at 4:30pm we'll have a meeting for AATT sorority. We'll eat a catered dinner at the student union room where we meet. Hope you'll be allowed and able to make it! Sarah Evans Recruitment Chair AATT' "Huh," I said aloud as I read the message. "What's that? Did you say something?" Amanda asked. "That girl we met yesterday?" "The little that I scared senseless?" "Yeah that one... Apparently she's the recruitment chair for some sorority?" "Lambda Delta Pi?" "That's the one, anyway she invited me to an event next week on Thursday in the afternoon. Any chance I might be able to go?" "Hmm... I'll have to take you to the door, or maybe I can have Megan do it since she won't be seen quite as scary by the other littles." I sighed. "Can't I walk across campus on my own?" "It's kind of asking for trouble sometimes sweetie..." "Well... is it something I can do? Might be nice to have friends?" I suggested hopefully. "You can go meet them, but no joining without us really talking about the potential consequences. At least they aren't allowed a house on their own, so we don't have to worry about that being an issue..." "Thanks," I told her and scribbled a quick reply. 'Hi Sarah, Thanks for e-mailing me, I was afraid Amanda had scared you off yesterday. I've been given the okay to come so I'll show up. Be warned I'll be dropped off by Amanda or her baby sister Megan who's a student too. Thanks for the invite! Stacy' By the time I had finished writing the reply we had pulled up to the university and parked in what I now knew was Amanda's assigned parking space. She picked me up out of the car and handed me my backpack. "Ready?" she asked me. I shrugged. "I think so, toys are always fun!" She smiled at me and held her hand out. We walked down quite a number of sidewalks until we came to a very new looking building labeled, 'Emerson Kilby Center for Computing Technologies.' I remembered on our tour her mentioning the new supercomputer, but it wasn't possible for us to get in. My inner-nerd was shaking with excitement and I mentally wondered if the diaper might be necessary to contain that excitement. I mentally checked and decided it was dry so far! Amanda held the door open for me and used her card to swipe in a reader at a security desk. "How are you doing Doctor Westerfield?" The lady security guard asked. "Doing great! Doctor Babbage told me the good news that they have things online, so I brought my little girl here to come see where she might work on some projects during her time here!" The security guard was a rather round lady who stood up then and looked down on me. "Well Sweetie I didn't even see you there! Aren't you so adorable dressing up as one of your mommy's students and playing college girl today?" "She's actually a student," Amanda told her with a smile. "Seriously? Why don't you just have her at home in her crib? I don't think I would ever be able to put a treat that sweet down!" The lady said in a kindly, but completely condescending voice. "She's brilliant, that's why. Plus I don't see a need to regress her, I'd like to see her be able to be on her own again some day." "Well to each their own I suppose. I never have gotten around to getting myself a little, keep thinking one of these days I'll find one of these college littles with a pair of messy pants and get to claim one of them." The conversation just became awkward then and I was glad when Amanda said, "Susie it was good to see you, we better get going." "You too Doctor Westerfield!" she said to her before giving me a baby wave. "Bye bye baby girl!" I sighed as we walked away and down a hallway with door handles that were out of my reach. We soon reached an elevator and I felt us move down what seemed like several floors. I couldn't see the readout or the buttons though. "How far below ground are we going?" I asked. "About two-hundred feet," she answered. "Even with Amazon proportions that seems far... why so far down?" "Government contracts and the idea it can survive some disasters. It's also thought to be easier to work on cooling down here with the system they put in." "How cool?" "Pretty cold, I know it was their goal to get things down to near absolute zero." I looked at her in shock as the elevator opened and she led me down some more hallways, another security checkpoint, and finally I could see a glassed in room filled with racks and racks of pure computing power! "Whoa!" I said as I looked at the rows and rows of rack units. She practically squealed as she squeezed my hand. "Awesome, isn't it?" We walked through a glass door and a shorter, and much rounder, Amazon walked to us. He had a balding head and gray hair on the sides of what remained. "Hi Amanda! So glad you could make it down today!" "I'm glad you let me know you were ready to start letting others come in!" "Well you're one of the people I expect will want time on her, and you gave us some very valuable new ideas on linking the processes together. I didn't realize you had a little girl though?" "This is Stacy," she said, "Stacy this is Doctor Babbage, head of this project." "Nice to meet you sir," I told him politely while she continued to hold my hand. I assumed that meant I shouldn't try and shake his. "She's in the student uniform? So you just got her?" he asked. "No, she's going to be going to school here this year." "Why? We all know littles can't do anything? What's she studying - theater so she can act on TV?" I snorted at that. "That's kind of funny, me acting..." I laughed. "No sir, I'm studying computer science." He laughed at that. "Now you're joking." Amanda and I both shook our heads. "No Andrew, she's more knowledgeable than probably eighty percent of your undergrads." He looked at us both like we had second heads before shaking his head. "She's got protection on, right? I don't want to risk her peeing on something." I sighed. "Yes sir I have a diaper on." "Okay... well, I guess we can begin the tour. The last time you were down here we were just putting the racks in, right?" He said to Amanda. "Yes, you'd just really laid your cable out for power too." "Well we've completed the assembly of the project. We have just run our first benchmark test that completed last night, and we've hit a home run here with the T-3554!" "How fast?" Amanda asked. "743 Zettaflops!" "You're serious?" I said. "Do you even know what a Zettaflop is?" "It's the measurement of processing power, one Zettaflop is ten to the twenty-first flops per second." I wanted to add that we were still at least a decade away from achieving a single Zettaflop, to hit 743!?!?! "Your ability to model simultaneous data is enormous!" He actually smiled at me. "Well... I guess you're right Amanda, she actually does get that at least. Try not to get drool on the machines here," he said. "Hey, she's just as bad," I pointed towards Amanda. "Yes she is," he admitted. He took us on a tour of the racks and I looked closely at the parts I could see. "What are you using for cooling?" I asked. I was kind of surprised the room wasn't warmer or separately enclosed to were we couldn't get in. "Well we are using a liquid cooling system using liquid helium that continuously cycles through. The system runs directly around the processors and stays within the insulated units." "How cold are you achieving at the benchmarked capacity?" Amanda asked. "Four degrees Kelvin when it's running with all processors, cores, etc. We're hoping to eventually figure out a way to bring that down, but most of the success at getting to below that four degrees involves magnetic containment that would cause more problems than the speed would solve." "Why aren't we freezing while being this close to it?" I asked kind of nervously. "We designed the system to keep all of the temperatures insulated inside the racks. If we have any downtime we have to take an entire rack offline, drain the coolant, let it warm to room temperature, and then work on it." I looked up and saw what I presumed was a halon or equivalent fire suppression system - you did not want to be in the room when that went off! Gas masks actually did appear to hang every now and then, but as a little I was way too small to use one! I actually shuddered at that thought. "So are there terminals somewhere? How do you input data and setup modeling runs?" I asked. "Well we have terminals in a couple adjoining rooms, as well as a new interactive assistant we've created." He said as he led us down back towards the entrance and then to another hallway. We entered a room that had a wall of workstations on one side, and a platform at the end. He stepped towards the platform and I felt myself shocked and urine involuntarily shot into my diaper as a very realistic hologram sprang to life! "Amanda, Stacy, this is Tessa." "Pleased to meet you," the Amazonian sized woman stated. I couldn't help but note she looked like a model, but wore a conservative pantsuit. Somehow I guessed that other options of clothing... or not... that were probably available to the technicians. "Nice to meet you too!" I said. "Are you fully self-aware?" I found myself asking. "I'm not sure little one. Why is it that she is here? I thought all littles just sat in daycares and shit themselves?" she said rather bluntly. "Umm... I guess most do?" I told her while everyone else just seemed frozen around me. "I'm going to be a student here at the university and Amanda has adopted me, but agreed to let me study here." "So you're not just baby? Even though I detect a wet diapee underneath your skirt?" I blushed. "No, I only wear these because there's not a toilet short enough for me." "Hmm... I may have to re-evaluate my programming here." "Tessa is a way for us to interact with the mainframe at a new level rather than just through a terminal. We based her somewhat on a nanny- bots programming," Dr. Babbage interjected. "Ah, so that explains her knowing what a little is and the bias there," Amanda said. "Bias?" Tessa asked. "I'm not biased, am I?" "Don't worry about it," Amanda said, "Your only interactions and knowledge led you to the conclusion that littles are completely helpless. I would bet however that if you had time to interact with Stacy here you would find otherwise." "Hmm... Doctor Babbage can we do that sometime? I'd like to learn more?" Tessa turned to him. "We'll see Tessa," he said, "Thanks for visiting with us." "Nice to meet you Tessa," I told her. "You too Stacy." And with that she phased out of existence again. "She's so cool!" I told them both. "I happen to agree with you there," Dr. Babbage said. "You sure are a weird little..." "You have no idea," Amanda said with a smile. "Let's keep going with the tour," he said to us. We walked over to the terminal side of the room and he showed us some of the software they were testing on the system now that it was up. One researcher had input some weather modeling system and you could see it calculating conditions for the next four weeks. "How accurate has it been so far?" Amanda asked. "Well it could put Dana from the local station out of business!" the lady running the software said, "It's been accurate to the minute so far today on temperatures and rain across the world. We'll have to try it for a few weeks before we announce anything to the public, but I think this system is able to finally be accurate enough to depend on completely!" I listened as the variables and the fluid calculations were discussed. I understood the programming end, but some of the concepts behind their models were way beyond my knowledge. Eventually Dr. Babbage ended the conversation and walked us back towards the hallway. "You want to see the prototyping space too?" "Yes, and maybe we could let Stacy here make something?" "Well we don't have long, she'd need to model something quicker than I think most people are capable of... I suppose she could use something from the library to base something off of. You're looking for refrigerator art?" "Something like that," Amanda said while I seethed. Dr. Babbage wasn't intentionally being mean like Chloe - he just seemed to be a total jerk on his own. Somehow I suspected I wouldn't be his biggest fan even if I was a full grown Amazon. He was just a naturally condescending jerk! The hallways led us around the outside of the mainframe area and we soon entered a large room with computers next to large glass enclosed units that looked like the 3D printers that had begun to be popular in my own dimension. I knew Amanda had one upstairs that she had made her controller on, but these seemed to be much larger and more advanced! "Wow, you have the latest ZX3300 machines!" Amanda said, "I thought you were only going to be able to get the 2100s?" "Last minute benefactor gave us funding for the upgrade!" Dr. Babbage said happily. "Sam was ecstatic!" At the statement of a new name a lady walked over towards us. "Hi Mandy!" she said with a smile. "And who is this gorgeous baby girl?" "I'm Stacy," I told her. "You must have just caught her on your way here?" She asked Amanda. "No, she's been with us almost two weeks now Sam. She's going to be going to school here still." "Why don't you just have her in the daycare while you work? Surely being a big elementary student will be too much for her?" I sighed. "She means college here," I told her. The lady looked taken aback and re-examined me. "For what?" "Computer science," I told her. "Mandy?" she asked. "Yep, my little girl here is actually pretty dang smart with programming. We're going to help her get through college and then we'll see what happens then." The lady sighed. "Just when I thought you were getting practical and settling down... So you want to see the machines?" "Please!" Amanda and I said simultaneously. "Well these are the latest from the Zagner company." Amanda picked me up and stood me on a bench next to one of the machines so I could see. "They're able to prototype in plastic, wood, steel, ceramic, and even gold or other precious metals if you buy the filament for it." "I assume that's ridiculously pricey?" I asked. "Market value plus forty percent," she responded after skeptically glaring at me for a moment. "Ouch," I said. "How do you control it?" "Well you use the modeling software on this computer," she said opening up a program. I watched as she instantly prototyped a small bracelet on the screen that said Stacy on it in cut out baby block letters that tilted back and forth. She went up to the top of a menu bar and I watched as she pressed 'Print.' To my left in the clear plastic area I watched as the machine came alive and within a matter of seconds a bracelet my size printed. She opened a door on one side and then handed it to me. "For you baby girl," she said with a smile. I sighed inside my head, but accepted the 'gift' graciously. "Thank you." I put it on the wrist with my charm bracelet and found it fit pretty well once I got it over my hand. "What's it made out of?" "Oh that one is the titanium thread," she told me. "Very hard material obviously." I looked at the bracelet some more and noted that if it wasn't for the baby block letters of my name I would actually think it kind of pretty to wear. There was somehow a natural variation in colors across the bracelet that I vaguely remembered hearing would happen with titanium depending on the heat applied. "Can she play with it for a few minutes?" Amanda asked. "The bracelet is hers to keep," she said. "No, I meant the printer?" "Umm... she might break it...?" "I promise you she won't," Amanda said with a smile. "Come on, it won't hurt anything," Dr. Babbage said, clearly deciding he wanted to indulge me for some reason. "Alright then..." she said. I was given a quick lesson on where things were in the menus before they all began talking about the new lab and the mainframe. 'What to make?' I thought to myself. I looked at the baby blocks on the bracelet and wished that I didn't have to be a baby in this world. The diapers weren't terrible, but pooping myself sure was! There was no hope of using a potty since I was so small... 'That's it!' I thought to myself. I quickly scanned through some of the shapes that they had preprogrammed to use to build with and used the mouse and the oversized keyboard quickly to create my idea. I followed the K.I.S.S. rule, but also tried to keep in mind its usability... Just before they remembered I was there I selected plastic for the material, selected colors for the various parts, and then pressed 'Print.' "What did you make cutie?" Sam asked. "Something I hope Mommy will let me use?" I looked at Amanda hopefully and she looked quizzically back at me in response. As I said that I watched the machine quickly whirl back and forth with the filaments quickly forming the idea that had come to mind. "How adorable!" Sam said a minute later when the machine was finished. "She actually thinks you would let her use this too! That's hilarious!" Amanda gave me 'the look' then, but I just looked at her with the puppy dog eye look that I knew all girls had. It seemed to work as her look softened. "Well I did tell her that the reason I couldn't even think about potty training her was there aren't any potties small enough for her." "She's absolutely tiny... She probably fits into the three-month sizes at most, right?" Sam asked. "Yes." "So yeah there's no reason to even think of having a potty for a baby or a little that size silly girl," she told me. "If my little girl was as tiny as you, I wouldn't even let her crawl around anymore!" "Assuming you don't want it I'll recycle it for the filament..." she said as she walked to the screen next to me. "Actually if you don't mind we'll take it with us," Amanda said, "I want to show her Daddy what she made so he can get a good laugh." "You're right, Fred would enjoy that!" I watched her reach in and hand Amanda the me-sized pink and purple potty chair. It was a very simple design, but I had managed to make it to where the bowl in the middle would pop out to empty it and the seat would fit my tiny rear. It was only seven inches high to the seat so I could actually sit down on it unassisted. I had come to that conclusion based on how tall my knees were off the ground since most toilets tended to be that level. As she picked it up she said, "Whoa... I thought this was just a simple print... How did you make it in two pieces with one print?" I smiled at her. "Magic," I told her knowing she was referring to the bowl being removable. "No, for real?" she asked. I explained the instructions I'd given her printer, which was just similar enough to a MakerBot I'd used at school back home for a project once to make sense. That machine was so far behind the one I'd just used it wasn't even a fair comparison though! "Maybe you don't belong just drooling in daycare..." she said skeptically. "How did you do this so quick?" I shrugged. "It's just math and using some of the pre-existing shapes in your software." "My goal is she actually gets to earn a degree with that brain of hers," Mandy said to her. "What does she do with programming?" Dr. Babbage asked. "You'll just have to wait and see," I told him. "I should have the pre- reqs for your courses done by the end of next year." "Depending on your placement exams... maybe sooner..." He breathed as he began staring at me like some unknown creature. "Well we've taken enough of your time up today," Amanda said as she scooped me off the bench and sat me on my feet. "I'll be back to work full time in two weeks and I'll come down to discuss the latest project the department wants to use your system to model Andy. Maybe I'll bring Stacy with me depending on the time. She has a pretty busy schedule this semester on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, but the other days are pretty light." "I'm curious to see what her placement exams do actually though," Dr. Babbage said, "She may have to change that schedule around completely..." "We'll see," Amanda said. "See you later Andy, Sam." "Nice meeting you," I told both of them. Amanda carried the potty in her left hand and held my right hand as we exited the elevator on the ground floor. "Oh sweetie you're not trying to potty train that little baby girl, are you?" The security guard from earlier asked. "No, I just have it to show her what a big girl she isn't," Amanda told her. I grimaced but kept walking. "You know that was a big risk you took in there," she told me as we got to the car. "How so?" "You could have been seen as just antagonizing two people I'm guessing you'll have for classes in the future." "Instead I impressed them though, right?" She opened the back of her car and sat the potty down before picking me up. "This time you did," she said as she pushed me onto my back and the dress out of her way. I heard and felt her rip the tapes loose on my diaper. "You can't depend on that working every time though, you have to be careful!" "Yes Mommy," I told her with a sigh. "So do I get to use it?" "Use what?" "The potty?" "Why would you need one?" "Because I'm not really a baby?" "You have about as much sense as one..." I pouted as she sat me up and hugged me. "We'll talk at home. You and I both know though that you're safest in a diaper. You wear big girl panties to school and one accident will have you back to daycare." I nodded. "I was only thinking maybe at home... so I don't have to go poopy in my diaper?" She looked at me. "You really hate that one, huh?" She asked as she began buckling the harness on my carseat. "It's gross... peeing isn't so bad, but poop is disgusting..." I wrinkled my nose. "Let me think about it and look at your potty a little closer back home." She pushed a pacifier into my mouth, kissed me on the forehead, then closed the door and went around to her side of the car to pull away. I sighed and looked at my watch seeing I now had more points to play with my pet. I spent the few minutes of the ride home playing with it and watching it grow. Amanda broke me away from it as she lifted me out of the car seat and carried me inside. I felt her check my diaper underneath the dress as she continued to carry me into the living room and sat me in the playpen. "Why?" I asked. "Just wait there," she told me and walked back out to the car. I waited and watched as she came back with my bag and the potty. I watched through the mesh as she sat down on the couch and examined it. "Do you just like throwing your future away?" She asked me after she'd looked at it for a few minutes. "What did I do?" I asked. She sighed. "Stacy if the general population of this city had their way you would be exactly like Kacey or Neville. Going to school is the last thing littles should be doing as they don't need the education to drool on themselves... That's what most Amazons think!" She told me. "So pushing buttons with a big and making a potty... not very smart." "Sorry..." I said contritely. I knew she had a point. She was silent for a few minutes before standing up and setting the potty down on the floor of the kitchen. I wondered what she was up to when she came back over to me and felt the dry diaper. She stood me up on the floor and pulled my dress up off my head so I was just in my diaper. A moment later she pulled the tapes off it and I was naked. "Well you wanted a potty to use, see if you can still use it," she told me. I stared at her in shock for a second and then walked over to my creation and gingerly sat down. I had nailed the height and smiled as I forced out a small chunk of poop that I needed to get out. The urine and poop smelled in the potty, but as far as I was concerned I had just done the most grown-up thing since I'd left home. "Good girl," Amanda cheered at me before attacking me with a couple baby wipes to clean me up. She stood me up naked in the kitchen and said, "Wait here until I get back and put another diaper on you." She used the handle I had designed to pick up the bowl and carried it to the downstairs bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and running water was used to rinse it out. She returned, sat it back in the potty, and carried my naked body upstairs with my school dress held in her opposite hand. "So...?" I asked her. "Well you know how to make things with the prototyping machine..." she said. "And the potty?" "What about it?" "...is that the only time I'm going to be allowed to use it?" She sighed and lay me down on the changing table and my feet were in my face a moment later as she put a new diaper underneath me. "I'm going to have to think about it Stacy. I'm not sure if we can even find training panties in your size... Plus why bother?" "Because you know I'm not a baby?" "But you're going to have to wear diapers to your classes no matter what. You'll have to be diapered when we go anywhere pretty much no matter what... the only time you would be able to use the potty would be here at home?" "Okay," I told her. "Not so fast, I haven't agreed to that yet, have I?" I sighed. "What would it take for you to agree to it?" "There would be conditions, and it would only be at home... I need to think it through though first and I'll talk to Daddy about it too. I don't want to put you in more harm just so you can feel a little more grownup. It's honestly easier to change your messy diaper than empty that potty and clean it out each time." I felt myself turn red in annoyance then, but I kept my mouth shut for once. She finished diapering me and found a purple onesie in the closet that she pulled over my head and snapped the crotch shut on. I was given a tight hug. "I'm sorry if I seem mean about this Stacy..." She sighed. "Give me some time to figure out where we need to actually draw lines with you. I know you're a college student, but a part of me really wants to do exactly what Chloe and Cassie say... Holding you tight and cuddling you is like a dream come true! I feel like being in charge of your poopy diapers let's me pretend even more to be your mommy..." I looked up and saw tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry... If you really want me just to keep using my diapers..." She shook her head. "We're going to figure this out... just not right now. Let's go downstairs and get some lunch in our tummies, a nap, and then go for an afternoon swim." I felt bad then, but relieved that she wasn't taking the potty and throwing it in the trash... Downstairs she harnessed me into the highchair and began digging around the fridge and the cabinets. "How about PB&J?" She asked me. I shrugged. "That's fine, thank you," I told her as she placed a sippy cup of juice on my tray. I took a sip from the cup as I watched her take two pieces of gigantic sized bread and spread peanut butter on one, jelly on the other, and then put them together. She then pulled out something plastic from one of the drawers and placed it on top of the sandwich. I recognized it then as probably being a sandwich cutter. I watched her then use a knife to cut the shaped sandwich into four parts that she brought to me. "It's cute!" I told her with a smile as I saw the butterfly sandwich on my plate. "You really are obsessed with butterflies, aren't you?" She smiled. "Yes I am my little butterfly!" It was good to see her smile again and I felt like she wasn't angry with me as she kissed the top of my head and placed a bib around my neck. I ate the sandwich slowly and enjoyed the taste of the jelly that was used. It seemed sweeter than the strawberry jelly at home. Amanda made her own sandwich and I laughed as she used the butterfly cutter on her own sandwich too. "What are you laughing at?" She stuck her tongue out at me. "It's already dirty, might as well have my own butterfly!" "Uh-huh," I said and took another bite of my sandwich. When I was done I watched her eat her own sandwich before she came over to me with a baby wipe to clean my face and hands. "Not such a clean princess this time?" I shrugged. "Sowwy," I told her with a smile. She moved the tray and picked me up while feeling my diaper. "Since it's dry it'll hold you through your nap," she squeezed me again while she took me up to the nursery and lay me down in the crib. A pacifier was placed in my lips and she turned the mobile above me on. "Sleep for a bit and then we'll go swimming," she told me. I sighed and turned over to face the wall of bars by the wall. I grabbed Elena and pulled her in tight to me to cuddle with. The music lulled me into a bit of a trance and I went to sleep. SOME TIME LATER Amanda woke me up. "Hey sweetie, you awake yet?" She asked me as she held me. I yawned. "I guess..." "You're dry... do you want to use your potty?" I looked at her in shock. "What?" "Your potty, do you want to use it or just go in your diapee?" Her eyes were red like she had been crying. "You're asking me? Why?" She sighed and gave me a squeeze. "The last thing I want to do is treat you like Chloe and Cassie treat their littles... Our original plan was to baby you for a week so you would understand how things go for normal littles... and then have you grow up and start using the potty again this week." "Original plan? What changed it?" "Besides the fact that you are beyond adorable, cuddly, and cause tons of maternal hormones to screw with my brain?" She paused. "Your size... I was being honest when I said there was no potty your size. I just decided it was easiest just to diaper you then. I..." She choked up. "I like babying you. It makes me feel like all is right in the world... so I can't say that I really sought out a ton of alternatives. When you suddenly made a potty... well it felt like you were rejecting me." I felt tears in my own eyes then. "I'm sorry, I wasn't... I didn't think about how..." "You shouldn't have to... College students, especially littles, have to have a sense of maturity about them... If you're completely un-potty- trained there's a huge possible problem for you there. So... since we have a potty that you can sit on, do you want to use it?" I looked up at Amanda for a long moment and thought about just using the diaper. I could see it clearly on her face that she would rather change a wet or messy diaper than let me 'grow up' and use the potty. The truth was I knew I agreed to diapers when I came... But I also knew if I wanted to be more than a drooling, toothless, damaged little I had to assert myself. "Potty please Mommy," I told her. She squeezed me and smiled. "Okay, I set it in the hallway bathroom, let's just get this diapee off of you." She sat me on the changing table for a moment and pulled the tapes loose. I was sat on the ground and walked down to the hallway bathroom with the flaps of the onesie hanging down and only marginally covering me. As promised my new pink and purple potty sat on the floor and I sat down on it. Almost immediately I was able to let loose a stream of urine into the little bowl. A moment later Amanda reached down and used a baby wipe on me and handed me a swim diaper. "here, I left your swimsuit on your desk if you want to go put it on while I clean up." I looked back at the liquid in the potty and nodded at her in thanks as I pulled the swim diaper up my legs. Back in my room I pulled the onesie off over my head and grabbed the yellow swimsuit she had left out for me. There was a large pink and white flower with a face on it that made me smile. I stepped into the leg holes and pulled the one piece suit over my shoulders before looking at myself in the mirror. While I looked like a baby right then, I felt the most mature I had since I'd left my own dimension! "Ready?" Amanda asked from the doorway. I held my arms up to her in the 'I want up' pose and she obliged. "Now I am," I told her giving her a hug the best I can. "Thank you, I don't think I can even begin to express that enough. Thank you for caring for me more than anyone else here ever would." She hugged me back. "You're welcome, let's go toss you in the pool my little fish." "For the last time I'm a dolphin... You and Daddy just can't seem to get that right," I complained. She tickled my bare foot for a moment making me giggle some more, and then carried me downstairs and out to the pool. I noticed for the first time she wasn't wearing a swimsuit of her own, but didn't think much of it. She gently sat me in the water and I began swimming laps. As I swam I thought of the count of laps, and what to do with Amanda. I felt bad for her that she had that need for a baby... and in all honesty being a baby for her didn't bother me as much as it would have for someone else. Nursing from her was obviously a dangerous thing to do, but the fact it was one of the most calming and relaxing things I could ever remember doing made me continually long for it. When she changed a wet or messy diaper she was so loving with it... it was hard to totally hate anything except the feel of the mess on my bottom. By the same token though going to college meant I needed to be an 'adult' little. At least as much of one as possible... so if I constantly wet and messed my diapers I was pretty sure it would be inevitable that I would do so at a bad time there. The thoughts ran through my head constantly, and only when I came to the realization I had counted to 'one-hundred' twice with my laps, did I flip on my back and rest. I noticed Amanda laying in a chair reading and decided to swim to the 'shallow' side of the pool that had some steps that I had yet to use built in. I was able to stand on the top of those steps and pulled myself onto the pavement next to the pool, but in the process gave myself more of a wedgie with the swimsuit and the diaper. I tugged it back better into place and walked to Amanda and sat in 'my chair' that was next to hers. "Well hi there, did you finally get tired?" She asked me with a smile as she put her book down. I shrugged. "Not really, just decided I'd done enough." "How many of those laps did you do?" "Two-hundred," I told her with a smile. "We really need to take you to a real pool sometime..." "Would they even let me in?" "The university will, since you're a student, as long as you have a swim diaper on." "Diapers..." I sighed. She picked up a towel and wrapped my wet body in it before picking me up and setting me on her lap. "Diapers," she agreed. "What do you think we should do?" She sighed. "I think today and tomorrow you need to use the potty when you feel the urge. If you have accidents we change you, but..." Amanda looked like she was hurting and on the verge of tears. "I think you having as much control as you can is the smartest thing to do..." "What..." I paused and breathed. "What if I don't mind wet diapers?" I asked feeling my face redden. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thank you all for your patience! I'm hoping to get some more chapters into the book this weekend since I only have one more written beyond this one in full right now! Thank you for your comments as they really do help me get motivated when I have a down moment too!