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Thanks to everyone who has commented with a review so far on this story, I do appreciate them! They are always appreciated, even if I don't get to each one with a response! Just a reminder for anyone new this story you definitely want to go back and re-read from Chapter 1 for this to make sense! If diapers, bottles, and all that entails for babies doesn't interest you, this story will not be for you. This work is set in the 'DiaperDimension' that was created by PrincessPottyPants on some of the ABDL boards. Several other authors have taken their own spins on the dimension and I encourage you to read them if you like this work! Chapter 30: "WHO?" SHE SAID with a quick turn as she placed a fresh diaper under Laura, "Oh, you! Come on in Princess!" I noticed that all of the other girls had their orientation shirts on now with their skirts. For most of the girls the shirts fit them fairly well. As Laura was sat upright I could see the shirt was way too big, becoming a dress on her and Madison tutted, "One of these years they're going to remember we have some tiny littles!" I watched as she removed Laura's skirt and found some white ribbon nearby that she wrapped around her waist and tied in a large bow in the back. "That being said you look like the cutest little here now!" I heard her stage whisper to Laura. The other girls sat in their desk chairs nervously as Madison sat Laura down. "Go sit down at your desk Laura, I'm just going to help our guest get ready too." "Thank you Miss Madison," Laura said while blushing deeply. I could tell that the whole situation mortified her - and I felt terrible for her! As she moved away Madison looked down at me. "Where's your shirt?" I took my backpack off and opened it to pull it out. "Here," I told her. "I can put it on myself real quick?" "Much faster if I do it," she said while quickly reaching down, picking me up, and laying me down on the changing table. A moment later my blouse was off and my skirt was gone. "Aren't you just adorable wearing regular baby Pampers?" she teased me. "I guess your mommy at least knows what you need." Her hand squeezed the padding before her finger went in the side and I gasped a bit as it brushed me in a way that was unnecessary. "Guess you must have had a change before you came?" I just nodded. "Yes, Miss Madison." "Well let's pull this shirt over your head," she told me. "Arms up like a pretty ballerina!" I actually did giggle with as hard as she was trying to embarrass me. "Okay, let's stand up and see just how bad this one is on you..." She tutted a moment later when she realized it came to my ankles. "Wow, as tiny as Laura is, you sweetie definitely take the cake! What size clothes do you wear?" "Three months," I told her. "Good think you're already adopted! I don't think you would last a week otherwise!" she said while she grabbed another piece of ribbon and duplicated what she had done with Laura's dress. She sat me down then and said, "Can you be a big girl and put your blouse and skirt in your backpack for me?" I nodded. "Yes, Miss Madison," and completed the task just as I saw my watch said it was 6:30 on the dot. "Okay chicks, come on over here to the carpet in the center of the room so we can all chat a bit as a nest before we go take our dorm picture." She sat down on the carpet and added in a singsong voice. "Sit crisscross applesauce everyone!" I sat down next to Laura who reached out and squeezed my hand. As I looked at her face I could tell she must have been crying a little in response to her embarrassing treatment. 'I wonder what happened before I got here,' I thought, but I had no time to ask Laura anything before Madison began. "Okay, so a few rules I need to make sure we go over. You all have your potty star charts over there on the wall," she pointed to a row of ten charts. One of the girls raised her hand. "Yes Brooke?" "What about Stacy?" she asked. "She doesn't have a chart? She's a part of our nest, right?" Madison pursed her lips and asked me, "Do you need a potty chart Stacy?" I thought quickly before answering. "No Miss Madison, Mommy keeps me in diapers - it would be kind of pointless!" "Well there you have it Brooke, Baby Stacy there doesn't need one because she knows she's not a big girl like you all are." She paused before smiling. "Unless you don't need one either Brooke?" I looked at the girl as she gulped and said, "I guess I do need one since I use the potty Miss Madison." "Good girl!" Madison said with praise. "Now there are spots on the chart for if you are wet in the morning or not. No one gets out of bed until I come and do a diaper check on you each morning. If you're dry I'll let you put on whatever underwear you want. If you're wet I'll change you into a pull-up unless you really want to risk having an accident without protection. You are allowed to tell me you want your big girl panties at anytime except bedtime!" I grimaced - she probably hoped someone would choose that. "If you wet a pull-up or big girl panties I'll mark that on the second line each day. If you poopie them that's another mark." Another girl raised her hand. "Miss Madison, Dean Sanders said as long as it was in class it was okay if we had a poop accident?" Madison laughed like the girl had just done the most mundane task. "of course Jasmine it's okay silly girl! We just mark it down for the schools records! One of the things on your report card each semester is your potty progress. You can get a Gold Star for absolutely no potty accidents, a Silver star for up to five wetting accidents or one poopy accident, and a Bronze Star if you have no more than ten wetting accidents or two poopy diapers." "Jasmine you had another question?" "If we don't have any stars on our report card?" "No harm, it just means when businesses look at you for jobs after college, they'll know you are probably going to have some potty issues." She paused and looked around the room. "Okay, so other things - you obviously know the potties are in the bathroom next door along with the showers. If you need any help with showering or using the potty don't be shy! We also have a bath tub on the floor that I can use to give you a bath if you would prefer a bath." I noticed that there was a door marked 'Bathroom' on one side of the wall not far from the changing room. Another door was marked 'Miss Madison - Nest Hen' on another wall. If I hadn't known any better I would have been sure I walked into a daycare rather than a dorm room. She looked at her watch. "Okay two other things real quick. I know many of you have your favorite stuffies here, but if you forgot one please feel free to grab one from the jungle over there," she nodded her head towards a net of stuffed animals and dolls. "I insist everyone have a friend to sleep with!" She smiled. "I even have my favorite teddy bear that I sleep with each night too!" 'I actually believe that...' I thought to myself. 'Gabby had a billion stuffed animals still...' "Also, if you would like a binky or a night-night bottle that's fine, but those have to stay in your bed." "A binky? Seriously?" a blonde haired girl asked. "We're not really babies you know..." "Oh Alyssa, you and I are going to have a lot of fun! It's not mandatory at all, but I know some littles are very comforted by them. I just like to make sure everyone knows I don't have a problem if you need one. I can lend you a binky for the night to see if you would like one?" She smiled and I swore there was a cartoon like gleam off her white teeth just then. "No thank you Miss Madison," she said remembering her precarious situation. "The offer is always on the table for anyone!" She said before looking around. "Real quick I want to make sure everyone has at least heard everyone else introduce themselves! Let's go around the circle and say who we are, what our major is, and what our favorite thing to do is." She smiled at us and I noted that I was sitting to the left side of her and might be going first. "I'm going first," she said and I felt a sigh of relief that I didn't voice. "My name is Miss Madison Trestle, I'm in grad school working on my doctorate in Little Psychiatry, and my favorite thing is to hang out with all of my adorable little friends!" I wanted to gag at that and noticed another girl across the circle make a fitting face, but no one dared to say anything. "Okay, Stacy, you go next!" I sighed. "I'm Stacy Westerfield, I'm majoring in Computer Science, and I love to swim." "I'm Laura Windsor, I'm majoring in accounting, and I love reading romance novels." "I'm Brooke Kestler, I'm majoring in Business, and I love photography." Brooke I noted was about four and a half feet tall and one of the tallest littles in the room. Her brown hair was tied into twin pigtails tied with yellow bows. Only a head taller than me, the next shortest girl looked to be Asian. "I'm Annie Gao, I'm a math major, and I love calligraphy." "I'm Jasmine Cook," another of the taller of us who was African American started. "I'm a theater major, and I love making funny voices," she said the last part in a voice that sounded eerily like Madison's. "Cute," Madison said verbally while I noted her eyes looked like she was thinking something entirely different. "Next?" "I'm Esther Medelsheim, I'm going to be studying Psychology, and I like painting." Esther was a bit shorter than the girls around her, but still way taller than me. The next girl I noted had a nose piercing but looked to be of Indian heritage and I remembered that being a normal cultural tradition. "I'm Anaya Anand, and I'll be studying Biology. I like to embroider scarves and other clothing," she added. She looked to be just a bit taller than Laura, but shorter than most of the rest of the girls. "Chelsea Jackson, hi," the next girl said nervously while playing with her brown hair. "I'm studying chemistry, and I like to draw." "I am Natasha Annikova, I'll be majoring in Art, and I like being the tallest person in the room other than Miss Madison for once!" Everyone else giggled and I figured she was still shy of four feet six inches, but in a room of short girls she was indeed the tallest. "I'm Alyssa Drummond, I'm going to be a fashion designer, and I love makeup and all of the looks I can make with it." The blonde haired girl seemed to epitomize a Barbie Doll or Valley Girl personality... Somehow I was pretty sure her makeup days were numbered with as cute as she was. "And last I'm Gemma Hamilton, I'm majoring in engineering, and I like computer games." Gemma was short and a little stockier than the rest of the littles in the room. Placed into a family I had little doubt it would be baby fat before long for her. "Okay now that we all know who each other are; we need to come up with a name for the nest other than Miss Madison's nest. Anyone have any ideas?" There was an awkward silence with no one speaking up. "How about Mice, Miss Madison?" Annie asked politely. I noted that she was wearing her shirt like Laura and I as a fake dress. "Hmm... What do you think about that girls?" Everyone shrugged. "It works because we're probably the tiniest nest of littles?" Laura said. That had some giggles added to it. "Let me just check and see if anyone has claimed it yet?" She said as she got onto a tablet and smiled a moment later. "Okay my little mice, we need to go down and take our dorm picture. Everyone grab onto the caterpillar!" I grabbed my backpack on my way to where she had the girls lining up on the rope and she asked, "Why are you taking your backpack Stacy?" "Mrs. Walters told my mommy that I would go home with her after the picture Miss Madison." "Oh then... We're going to have to find a way for you to spend some more time with the nest sometime this week Stacy," she told me. "I'd like that," I lied to her with what I hoped looked like a genuine smile. 'Actually I would like to hang out with some of the other girls... just not her! We were led downstairs and to the front of the building and a large set of steps that led up to it. Many of the other nests were already lining the steps and Madison said, "Mice let's go down here to the front since we're the smallest!" I groaned but found myself sitting with my legs crisscrossed at the front of the picture next to Laura and Annie. "Say cheese!" a happy voice said a few minutes later and I noticed that Amanda was taking her own pictures of it too. Several minutes later Mrs. Walters called out loudly. "Okay nests, you need to get upstairs, get your jammies on, and it's lights out at 7:30 for Freshmen, 8:00 for Sophomores and Juniors, and 8:30 for Seniors!" "Yes ma'am," was a chorus of voices as Madison and the other Nest Mothers gathered their chicks and I reclaimed my backpack from the side where I had sat it and walked over to Amanda. "Well don't you look cute!" she said to me as she picked me up and placed me on her side. I leaned my head onto her shoulder and said, "Always," as I watched the other littles look at me in a mixture of horror, disgust, and... jealousy? I waived at my nest, which all waived at me and enjoyed my ride on Amanda's side to the car. "I hope I didn't embarrass you?" she said a little apologetically. "Mommy, with as horrible as the 'nests' are, I'm just glad I'm YOUR baby girl!" I told her. BACK HOME AMANDA carried me inside and I couldn't help but think about the fact I was feeling a bit tired. It was only seven-thirty though as we got home and I didn't want to be like the other littles if I could help it! "Daddy was supposed to give Bella a bath already, if he did I'm going to put her to bed and then I'll give you your bath?" She asked. "I thought we had to take baths together?" I asked confused. "You're our college girl, you have a later bedtime than Bella. She's a baby as far as potty, feeding, and bedtime is concerned." "I don't get it... but maybe you can explain while I'm taking my bath?" She smiled at me and gave me a hug. "Sure sweetie. You have your tablet in your backpack? Why don't you get on it and check tomorrow's schedule?" "Okay," I told her with a smile and walked over to the couch with my backpack. I scaled the mountain so to speak and sat down before pulling the backpack off my back and opening it up. My transparent tablet seemed to turn on magically, and I couldn't help but marvel again at how amazing it really was! I glanced at tomorrow's schedule quickly before pulling up the rest of my e-mails. I noted that there were e-mails from my parents, grandparents, Gabby, and several from the university including Dean Sanders and Mrs. Walters. I decided Dean Sanders was probably the most important to read first. Dear Stacy, It was a pleasure to meet you today with your mommy. I just wanted to welcome you to the university and invite you to come see me if you ever have any problems with anything. I know you'll be missing out on some support without being on campus for help, but feel free to let me know if you ever feel the need to spend a night or two in the dorm as a sleep over. I'm sure your mommy would go along with that and we could get a portable bed in there for you for a night. If you have any little friends they can also go home with you overnight as long as Mrs. Walters gives her okay. Your mommy is one of our star professors and I know you will be one of our star students, Cordially, Jacqueline Sanders Dean of Little Students 'Just who is Amanda that she gets this kind of deferential treatment?' I wondered a bit before shrugging and opening Mrs. Walters e-mail. Stacy, It was a pleasure to meet you and your mommy today. I wanted to suggest that you meet your nest at around 4:30pm tomorrow (today if you're reading this Tuesday like you should be!) to go to dinner and the orientation events until lights out. It'll give you a chance to make some friends on campus. Not mandatory, but it would be a good thing to do! I know Miss Madison will keep a good eye on you for your mommy. She's also welcome to come if she would prefer too! See you tomorrow, Mrs. Walters Wenig Hall House Mother I thought through the fact that according to the university I should be in bed, and decided to not reply to either message until the morning. As much as I didn't want to spend any time with Madison I guessed it wasn't a terrible idea to go hang out with them either... As I opened my parents and grandparents e-mails they were just quick 'Good luck' e-mails on the first day. Gabby's was basically the same along with some stories about her first day. While I was sitting there I messed around with the tablets apps some more and remembered something I had wanted to try with it. Back home my iPad had been great for sketching on. I'd only taken one year of art in school, but I found that I loved how easy it was to sketch detailed charcoal and ink drawings on the iPad - and it was something I was pretty good at. I opened my backpack and found the little sized stylus that had been at the little store and found a drawing app on my new tablet to see if it would work. I smiled as I found it worked better than my Apple Pencil had! 'What to draw?' I thought for a moment before seeing a picture hanging up in the living room of Amanda and I from before the cake the other day. 'When did they have that printed...?' I had to wonder before deciding it was a good project. I had made pretty good progress on sketching it out when Amanda came downstairs then and asked, "Ready for your bath?" I nodded and slipped my tablet and stylus back into the backpack and held my hands out to her in the universal 'pick me up please' gesture. Apparently Amanda didn't need told twice and she scooped me up and gave me a hug. "Everything okay?" she asked as we went upstairs to the bathroom where the water was already running in the tub. I nodded while quickly letting go of a stream of urine in my diaper so I could be empty. "Just a strange day..." I told her. She nodded and helped me out of my shirt dress leaving my wet diaper exposed. "You need to get more liquids in you Stacy," she said as she pulled it off. I looked down and noted it was pretty yellow inside. "I'll try and remember to drink the bottle of water you have in there for me tomorrow," I told her. "but I didn't really have a lot of downtime to drink anything after dinner?" She squeezed me. "We'll figure it out," she told me as she lifted me and placed me in the fairly filled tub with lots of bubbles. "So what's the schedule for tomorrow?" "Well at nine in the morning they have some tours and buses around the city... I figure that's not really needed?" She shook her head. "No, you can skip that one. I doubt they let many littles even go on that one unless it's to tour all of the daycare and adoption centers..." I tensed but nodded. "Sounds about right," I said softly while thinking of the girls I had been with a while ago and imagining each of them with a mother like Cassie or Chloe. I shook my head and said, "There's a university welcome ceremony at eleven that looks like it's the last parent and student event. Then there's the programming placement exam at two." "You'll be fine on that by the way sweetie," she said as she moved a mitt up and down my back. I shrugged. "Even if I'm not, I'm okay with it, that's why I came here!" "Anything else tomorrow?" "Well Mrs. Walters sent me an e-mail asking for me to go to the dorm about 4:30 to go hang out with my nest, go to dinner, and then do the orientation events until it's bedtime for the littles?" "Do you want to?" she asked. "Lean forward a bit baby," she said as she cleaned my rear. I blushed as I didn't think that would ever feel normal... "I guess?" I said. "I'm a little worried about spending too much time around Madison though." "Did she do anything to you earlier?" Amanda asked with some steel in her voice. "She insisted on helping me get dressed..." "Not surprised there..." "And checked my diaper by squeezing it like you do..." "Normal?" "Then she put her finger inside the diaper to make sure it was dry..." "That little bitch!" Amanda said then and as I turned I saw the face of a really angry momma bear. "I know... What did she do to everyone else though?" I asked sadly. Amanda quietly washed my hair then before saying. "Unfortunately she's now assigned as your Nest Hen and is one of the people you can't refuse to change you... And I don't think I'll get anywhere with an abuse case this time. If she does it again I want you to say these exact words, 'My Mommy said she's the only one who can touch me like that. Please just wipe me with a wipe and change my diapee.'" She paused and I let it sink in. "If she continues then you have a good case to file an abuse claim and she'll know that." I nodded. "Okay..." Paused then said, "I guess I do want to go to that event just so I can make some friends. Maybe even after they're adopted?" She nodded. "You do need friends dear." "I wish I could go to the Casino night event at 8pm so I could maybe hang out with Mia or something..." "They'd find some way to give you some demerits if you did," Amanda told me. "best to pretend I'm making you go to bed like every other freshman little at 7:30. In fact make sure you don't send any e-mails or anything after that either?" I nodded. "I'd already thought about that and didn't respond to either Mrs. Walters or Dean Sanders." "Dean Sanders e-mailed you?" By then I was just sitting in the tub as she sat back and looked at me. I filled her in on what the e-mails had said. It was probably time for me to get out, but I said, "Mommy?" "Yes Princess?" "So what's going on with Bella? You said you would explain it to me in the bath...?" I looked up where Amanda knelt closer to the tub. Her face was definitely clouded with a mixture of concern and embarrassment as she sighed. "I did, didn't I?" she pushed a hair out of her face with a wet hand and said, "I wish I understood what I was doing myself here." She seemed to think for a moment before unplugging the tub and wrapping me in a towel. "Let's get a diaper on you and we'll go sit in the rocker downstairs and I'll try and explain." I was dried quickly, wrapped in a towel with my hair wrapped in what was probably a washcloth for her, before carrying me to the nursery where I could hear Bella softly snoring in our crib. Amanda just grabbed a diaper and a onesie real quick before leaving back downstairs. I was laid down on a changing pad she had downstairs and quickly diapered, dressed in the onesie, and then she grabbed a comb and a brush and sat down with me in rocker. "So Bella?" I asked again as she began combing through my hair. "Daddy and Grandpa saw some more signs of that group we ran into when they were getting her stuff earlier. When my dad got to her apartment he kept everyone out for a few minutes, and ran some scanning equipment. He found the whole place had been wired for video and sound. Once he disabled it all they began loading her stuff up and a lady claiming to be from Little Protective Services went up to Daddy and asked what was going on? He had just sat Bella down in a playpen with a bottle of juice and a fresh diaper." "Oh no... what happened?" "She had to admit it looked like they were doing a good job of cleaning up the littles mess and she seemed to be well cared for now. Some of her comments though alluded that if she was discovered not being a good baby girl that maybe someone else could help her better along that route..." "That's horrible..." I breathed. "But... how far do they expect you to go?" I asked nervously. "Well that's the thing... we'd already talked to Bella about being afraid of something like this. That's when she told us last night just to go ahead and treat her like a baby with most things. Height wise she's about a two year old, but she's so skinny the younger infant clothes fit her better. She asked for us just to treat her like she's about eighteen months old as far as the potty, eating, sleeping, and everything else." "You're not going to..." "We don't have to do anything else Stacy. She's old enough at that age that she can crawl, walk, or run. She can feed herself finger foods and eat solid foods, but she's still young enough that nursing and using her baba and pacifier are normal." "What about doing stuff like getting on the computer or playing with things other than dolls? Her sewing?" "With an adult supervising we'll let her do some of those. The sewing is going to wait for a couple months until we're sure LPS is going to leave well enough alone." "And me?" "What about you?" "What about LPS and me?" "Oh you silly girl you're fine. You're a well adjusted little who as far as they'll be concerned knows her place but is too smart not to go to school." I nodded. "It's not fair though that I get to do some things she can't?" "Like?" "Like she's already in bed by eight?" "Remember you have those nanites Stacy - Bella's a normal little. Normal littles, even the ones who are independent, rarely stay up past nine! Bella normally has gone to bed around eight for her whole life. It's not like it's a punishment." I looked at the clock and saw it was nine-thirty. "So do I have a bed time?" "Well I'd definitely say before your Mommy and Daddy!" "Obviously... kind of hard to get into my crib by myself!" "Exactly! So probably no later than eleven on most weeknights?" I nodded. "Okay." Amanda kept stroking through my hair until it was dry enough she could braid it loosely. "Umm Mommy? When am I going to be able to get my hair done?" "I have an appointment for you and your sister at nine tomorrow?" "That soon?" I asked suddenly a bit nervous. "I figured tomorrow was the best time with the tours going on?" I nodded. "What are we doing with it?" "I thought maybe you could just have the length evened up to just above your shoulders and we'll get it curled under?" She suggested. "and then have your bangs cleaned up and curled?" I nodded. "So I can still have a ponytail or pigtails?" She smiled at me and hugged me. "Yep!" "What about Bella?" "We're going to get hers done into a short bob," she told me. "it's a pretty normal looking cut for a little her size to have," she added. "How long will you have to treat her like this?" I asked going back to our earlier conversation. She squeezed me in a hug and whispered. "only as long as we have to and she wants to continue with it. If she decides she really wants to be done with it at some point I'll let you make contact with some people to get her free." I smiled back at her and returned the hug. "Now, I spoke with a few colleagues about your placement test for tomorrow. They said you can choose which language you want to use as long as it's something they have a compiler for." "Okay... You know which ones I understand - which should I use?" "I think if you base your answers off what you called C#, that would be best?" She said and I nodded. "It's not exactly the same with some of the higher order language functions of what's current here, but it's close enough whatever you do should work." "Okay... what's different about the newer version you all use?" I asked thinking back to our earlier conversation where it had been apparent they seemed to have had all of our languages earlier. "Most of the differences have to do with some of the AI Cognitive Mapping functions that we're using in my studies..." We had a totally nerdy conversation as she told me about some of the things she was working on. It turns out that AI and the nanites was more of her field in the hopes of making it possible to remotely start civilizations on other planets with pre-built habitat domes. It was something out of science fiction, but really cool. She'd also been involved at low levels with the foundations for Tessa, but wasn't directly hands on with the project anymore so she didn't know how far she had come along until last week. When all was said and done it was ten-thirty when Fred peaked his head in and said he was going to bed. As he left Amanda asked, "You want a bottle before bed?" "I'd rather nurse," I said sadly. "Well you didn't have any poopy accidents today? Let's let your body clear until this weekend and we'll try to go back to nights?" I nodded and sat comfortably on her hip as she filled a bottle with regular milk and some honey, heated it up, then sat down with me and fed the bottle to me while she hummed a lullaby to send me off to sleep. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I made a lot of progress in the last week on this story, with Chapter 35 being my current chapter that I'm working on. As of the other day I'm at 256,000 words for this, so eventually this'll be split into at least three novels I think... If you get a chance please think of leaving a comment on the reviews. It helps me to keep going when I know there are readers out there. When there's none or very few it makes me wonder if I should keep posting it here! I really do appreciate everyone who commented on the last chapter though! Thanks for reading!