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About a year ago I had a niggling of an idea for a story that was jump
started as I was reading Alex Bridges 'Done Adulting.' Having had a break
from finishing Exchanged, I finally felt some energy to begin writing a
new novel in the DiaperDimension (inspired by PrincessPottyPants original
work). Going into the new work I knew my work schedule this past fall
would be horrendous, so I didn't start posting it - even though I had
some extra material 'in the can' so to speak. I decided to wait on this
one until I had it nearly completed, or in this case - thanks to
unexpected time off - completed!
There are a total of 23 Chapters and an Epilogue for this new story
that's sitting at 141k words. I'm sure I'll be editing it some more over
time, but I'm considering it mostly done at this point. I'll plan on
posting twice a week after this week. I'll post again on Saturday night
for the Sunday postings, then it'll most likely be on Tuesdays and
Fridays until the full work is up. As I said when I posted my shorter
Novella, Undercover Tour, I hope this serves as a nice distraction in
these turbulent times! Stay well!
This work will feature TG content unlike the Diamond Tours and Undercover
Tour side-stories I posted this past week. With this work there will be
diapers, bottles, babying, and all that comes with an ABDL focused story.
Warning: This tale will have violence and some depictions of abusive
behavior within. It should be considered Rated R.
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Seems Too Good to Be True
A Tale from the Diaper Dimension
By Baby Sofia
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Chapter 1:
I WALKED OUTSIDE as the automatic doors of the hospital swished open. I
paused for just a moment to zip up my jacket tighter against the cold of
winter, before walking to the parking garage where I had left my car well
over twenty-four hours ago. I was leaving from one of my longest shifts
in a while; two surgeries that had been planned, and then an epic long
fourteen-hour emergency surgery trying to save the life of a little girl.
She had been in a car crash and was just arriving via halo flight as I
was supposed to leave. They'd called me to report to trauma to take the
lead on the girl. In the end a team of five of the best surgeons in the
hospital had worked on the girl, we'd restarted her heart nine times
before... well it just wouldn't pump any more.
Even as detached as I'd long learned to be as a surgeon, I felt my own
eyes filled with tears as I walked out to inform the girl's mother of our
failure. She had just celebrated her second birthday, and it crushed me
that we failed to save her! I learned as I left that her father hadn't
even lived to leave the scene of the accident...
I hated moments like that, and of course did my best to not have them at
all. I felt that I was a damned good surgeon who avoided losing many
patients by being at the top of my game! The hospital had one of the best
teams of surgeons in the region - so at least it meant we lost fewer than
most.
Today though, no teamwork or skill, was good enough to stave off the grim
reaper from taking that little girl.
I sighed and looked at my salt covered car in the lot. Even though I
could afford better, I still drove a seven-year old, small SUV that I
bought not long after my residency finished. I had been excited to buy it
and finally begin to pay off my massive student loans with my first real
paychecks! Eight years of undergrad and med school, an additional two
years of schooling for my specialties, and three years of residency meant
I didn't have much money for a long time. Even with my paychecks doing
well seven years later, it would be forever before I had my student loans
paid off. Everyone assumed doctors made a ton, but malpractice insurance
took up a sizeable amount of my earnings, along with that student loan
debt, and then the normal deductions on paychecks... well it didn't leave
me living the lifestyle of someone rich! I'd also been trying to be
frugal to allow some options if and when I was ever able to settle down
and have a family.
Closing the door to the cold I adjusted the rearview mirror to look at a
stubbly face. I couldn't seem to shake the haunted look it wore most
days. It had been over thirty hours since I had woken up, and I was
looking forward now to finally being able to head home to my apartment in
a neighborhood not too far away from the hospital.
Pulling up to the complex I was annoyed that all of the spaces closest to
my apartment were taken! Searching around, I had to drive to the furthest
side of the complex. There I found one lone parking space underneath a
tree burdened with ice and a bit of snow. I shrugged my heavy coat back
on, zipped it, and locked the door, before trudging through the cold to
my apartment. The cars dashboard had said negative three, and that was
something I could believe as the icy wind prickled at my face! Climbing
the stairs up to my second-floor apartment, I unlocked the door and felt
a great sense of relief now that I was finally home!
Closing my front door and locking the deadbolt, I finally felt like I was
able to lock away life from interfering with me. I hopped into the shower
and nearly fell asleep before putting on some pajamas and passing out on
my bed.
THE NEXT MORNING there was no alarm - as I hadn't needed to set one. A
look at the clock on my cell phone showed that it was nearly one in the
afternoon and I groaned at how sore I was. Thankfully I had three days
off before going back to my scheduled surgeries - but I felt like crap!
Emotionally and physically I felt like the weight on me was enormous as I
rolled out of bed and stood up. My back complained over the long time in
bed, and my head joined in complaining with a massive headache that told
me that I hadn't stayed hydrated the previous day. The headache meant my
first step was to stagger into the kitchen and pour a glass of water. I
guzzled it down, then another followed the second one with some
ibuprofen, before I refilled it a third time.
I carried the glass of water to my desk and turned on my computer. A
quick scan of news sites said that things in the world were still insane,
world leaders were still making despotic decisions, other leaders
standing were still behind them or against them. I shook my head in
disbelief at it all! My friend Jill had gone into politics and was
working for one of the major campaigns this election cycle. I told her
multiple times over the years that I thought that she was nuts!
Seeing nothing immediately Earth shattering there I checked my emails,
but pointedly ignored my work account. Normally my personal email was
pretty much just filled with spam, but occasionally I would get a couple
of occasional messages from friends. Today was just the spam though, and
I quickly closed out of that and moved onto social media. The pictures of
my friends' babies, kids, and even a few teenaged children brought smiles
to my face that usually turned into a distinct frown. There was no likely
near-term future for me to have my own family. I hadn't even been on a
date since I started my residency, and by now most of the nurses and
doctors I worked with were already married - they were the ones posting
the cute pictures. With another sigh I looked at the clock and decided I
couldn't sit at home all day.
After a shower and a shave, I felt a little bit better. Enough so to get
moving as I brave the cold to go hit the local Walmart for the groceries
I needed. Things like toilet paper I'd learned were essentials you never
wanted to be without! Picking up some frozen dinners I filled the cart
with meals fit for the bachelor I was, before heading to the checkouts. I
glanced at the titles in the magazine rack as I waited in line behind
someone with a packed cart. Reading one of the magazines on the stand
that was known for being overly sensational I saw, 'Human Trafficking?
The REAL truth behind the Dimensional Portals, Pg 5.' Normally I was one
to avoid sensationalism such as this, but I was moderately curious enough
to pick it up and thumb through it while I was waiting in line.
Seven years ago, our universe changed as we learned that other dimensions
not only existed, but that we could travel to visit a new world! Tales of
technology that far exceeded our own, better lives, and practically
hearing the streets were paved with gold meant scores of people lined up
for the various tour groups that began offering their services, or just
went on their own to explore the dimension. While some visitors have come
back with fantastical stories of huge people and amazing technology on
the other side, many others haven't ever been heard from again...
"Sir are you going to buy that?" the lady at the check-out asked.
I blushed. "Sorry." And added it to my pile of items as she scanned it
all. Totaling it out made me grimace and hope that my account was good
for that amount. I hadn't checked before I left, but I used my debit card
anyway and pushed my full cart out to the car thinking I must have lucked
out when it went through.
Driving home I got stuck behind an accident and was at a standstill
beside an electronic billboard, 'Life got you down? Debt sky-high? Health
problems? Just needing new scenery? Visit Portal Relocations on the web
to learn of your chance for a new life!
I thought back to the magazine article and noted that this was one of
those offers for a trip to the other dimension. 'I can't lie and say that
doesn't sound enticing...'
As I sat in traffic, I thought about how little I really had to lose with
such an offer. My parents had both tragically passed away in the last
four years. My mom died painfully from a rare cancer, and my dad was in a
car accident not long afterwards. With no siblings, and only aunts and
uncles that lived on the other side of the country, I was about as alone
as a person could be. Sure, I had some good relationships with friends at
work, but it wasn't the same - and I still desperately missed calling my
mom during the week.
When I finally made it home, I put all of the frozen and cold food away
before going back to the magazine.
Government sources and representatives from the other dimension have been
telling us for years it's just because those people have found new lives
that they're happier in. "They don't want to come back home because their
new lives are so much better!" One government official recently stated on
CNN.
That made us wonder - was that actually true?
In order to determine the truthfulness of this statement we sent ten of
our staff members, along with five private detectives we'd never before
had contact with before through the portal on tours, or on their own
without any guides. Out of those fifteen... only one returned. This
person was one of the private detectives we had hired out for. As a
former Navy Seal, he had a number of extra advantages in his elite
training over the years that he claimed were the only way he escaped.
Yes, escaped...
I was just about to continue reading when there was a loud quick pounding
on the door. I walked over to find one of the apartment managers standing
outside. I sighed and opened up the door. "Can I help you?" I asked the
lady while groaning about the cold coming into the room.
She gave me a grim smile. "Good afternoon sir. Unfortunately I am going
to need your help Doctor Benning... We had an inspector from our
insurance company come by today, along with a city inspector, and I'm
afraid your building has failed a structural inspection. Because of the
safety concerns it is being condemned for habitation."
"What?" I asked nervously.
"Remember that storm last month?" I nodded while thinking back to the
rare freak winter storm that had winds that exceeded a Category 2
Hurricane. "We noticed that there was a lot of soil that left the area
around the edge of the building. On one side of the first floor we found
some significant cracking. We've been watching it and noticed that there
are some large cracks on the other side of this building in the brick
too... The inspector decided it's not safe for anyone to habit this
building. We think between the wind and the freezing and thawing of the
soil there's been a lot of shifting of the foundation and it's possible
it will collapse."
"Umm... What am I going to do?"
She sighed. "We're returning this months' rent and your deposit, we'll
pay for movers to move your stuff, and we're paying for a week of a hotel
right now. The thing is we need you out of this building in the next six
hours."
"You've got to be kidding me?!?!" I said angrily. "I just got done with a
twenty-four plus hour shift at work and you're telling me I have to move
out now?!?"
"We'll compensate you as we've said..."
"Compensate me? Where do you think I'm going to find an apartment on a
week's notice?" I seethed. "I'll have my attorney call you. It's going to
be more compensation than you expect!"
I slammed the door and looked around my apartment and felt tears prickle
at my eyes. The way it sounded the whole building could go at any time
and I knew I didn't have much of a choice to immediately move. I had a
law firm on retainer as part of my job that I immediately called up. The
law office focused on medical malpractice suits, but they were just a
part of a larger practice that also included real estate and personal
injury law. Within thirty minutes, the manager was back at my doorstep
with a scowl on her face.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" she asked me.
"Someone who feels like they've been screwed over?" I told her bluntly.
"What do you need now?"
"The owners of the complex will have the movers here to help you pack in
ten minutes. Be ready, I've been told to give you this check." She handed
me a check with five-thousand dollars listed on it.
I grabbed my phone and called the law office and told them about it. Per
their instructions I handed it back. "I'm wanting considerably more than
that for endangering my life with shoddy construction and a sudden move
disrupting my housing. Come back when the check says twenty thousand."
She scoffed at me and walked away cursing. "Jack-ass!"
They had a ten-member crew that frustrated me as they helped box
everything up pell-mell in no particular order. I knew I would never be
able to find anything until I unboxed everything, and that a number of
things would probably be broken by that time too! By six pm all of my
possessions except a couple suitcases of clothes, a laptop, and a few
other odds and ends, were all in a climate-controlled storage unit across
town. I found myself pulling up to a local hotel where I knew I would at
least get a good breakfast each day.
"Good evening sir," the clerk said. "Do you have a reservation?"
"No... it's a long story, but do you have any availability?"
"For how long?"
"At least a week?"
The lady typed at her computer and said. "I do have a room available,"
and proceeded to give me the information on the rate. Emotionally I was
spent as she ran my debit card. "I'm sorry sir, but the card was
declined?"
"Damnit," I swore and dug out one of my credit cards that I knew had
nearly its limit maxed. "Try this one?" To my relief it ran, but I knew
my time would be short if I didn't get a settlement from the apartment
complex quickly.
Inside the room I sat down in the desk chair and just put my head in my
hands since I was so frustrated. I had worked ridiculously hard to reach
the pinnacle of a dream, to become one of the top surgeons out there, but
so far all I had accomplished was to just be a good regional surgeon. My
debt was sky high and I was now officially homeless! I looked in my bag
for something to distract me and found the magazine I read earlier in the
pocket next to my laptop. I almost turned on my laptop, but instead
decided to open the magazine up for a third time and try to finish
reading the article. I sat back in the desk chair and found my place.
"Escaped," were his words when he contacted us after his return. He had
joined a tour group with a highly rated tour company for his trip. He
quickly realized things weren't as they seemed, and from his words
literally had to fight for his life to get back home to the port. We know
from the government's arrest warrant, and attached wanted information,
that there is an extradition request currently issued for him if he is
apprehended in our dimension. As such he is currently in hiding, and we
are hopeful he can avoid being arrested until the mess is cleared up by
our attorneys. In the meantime, this is his harrowing tale.
'I went through the portal with twenty other adults of various ages and
was stunned by the process. It literally takes your breath away as you
step through the amazing technology that is the portal! On the other side
I proceeded through customs with the rest of the group, and at the end we
were introduced to our enormous guide! Being a six-foot seven combat
veteran - who is solidly built with strong muscles - not much of anyone
intimidates me! But our guide easily towered over even me at ten and a
half feet tall! I felt like I was a kindergartner compared to her! During
the ensuing walk to the bus I learned I'd shrunk to just barely an inch
over six-feet, and had lost half a foot in height during the trip.
Thankfully that was still taller than most of my fellow travelers. I
quickly learned that meant I could still sit in the regular bus seat -
unlike most of my fellow tour group members.
Nearly everyone else was placed into a mixture of children's styled
booster seats, toddler car seats, or even infant style rear-facing seats
before we pulled away from the portal. Well... most of the travelers
were. I immediately witnessed one altercation of a man who refused to
ride the bus in the infant style seat they mandated he sit in. It
foreshadowed later events as he was forcibly taken away by tall Amazons
outside the bus before he could go back inside the portal to return home.
Right away I noticed there were a lot of babies in the arms of the large
Amazon women as we toured the city sights. The problem was that upon a
closer look I realized that most of them weren't actual children... they
were full grown adults! (The locals call them 'littles') The first real
sign of problems with our tour company happened when the barely eighteen-
year-old daughter of one couple went missing at a mall we were shopping
at. Her parents were frantic with worry as I wondered how she had gotten
separated from our tour group who was very emphatic that we stay with
them at all times.
The next day three more members of the tour group were gone without
explanation after a visit to a local zoo. I decided to stay close to the
distraught parents as we visited the police station to file a missing
person's report. This was the kind of problem I had been asked to keep an
eye out for. The way the police department took their statement made me
suspicious. Because of that, after we returned to the hotel that night, I
decided I needed to go investigate the police department. As I left the
hotel, I stalked calmly down the street having been explained that I was
considered a 'betweener' or a 'mid,' and somewhat less likely to be
kidnapped than if I was less than six-feet tall. I strongly suspected
that was what had happened to their missing daughter.
The police station was a busy place, even at night, but I was a SEAL
first and foremost, and so it didn't take me too long to penetrate their
building and its security. Once inside, I was able to sneak into an empty
office to use one of their gigantic computer terminals. The keyboard was
enormous so I had to finger peck to type in the huge computer keyboard. I
was grateful some careless person hadn't locked their screen. It took me
about four minutes to discover the unattended and abandoned 'little' girl
had been taken to an orphanage, and then after her parents reported her
missing, the police had closed the case without contacting them. A note
said that they knew she had been part of a tour group, but as she'd been
separated, they turned her over to the orphanage per department policy. I
did some more digging and discovered this was quite the little financial
racket for the department. The girl had resulted in a ten-thousand dollar
'donation' to the departments 'charity' fund. I was about to log out when
the door knob jiggled, and I knew that I was out of time. I did my best
to exit the screens and dived behind another side desk in the office as a
tall police woman came in.
She looked to be a detective and seemed suspicious something was wrong. I
was going to wait her out, but she spotted me in my hiding place and came
after me.
I used all of my training to disable her and ran. I'm sorry to say that
she probably won't be working for the force anymore... At least she was
alive when I left her! I managed to avoid cameras as I left and returned
to the hotel without being found or identified.
The next day we got my information to our embassy and they helped
facilitate a rescue through the 'Bureau' that is in charge of littles
immigration there. After I watched a tearful reunion of the girl with her
parents, they got into the vehicle we arrived in. I was told there wasn't
room for me, so I would follow in a second vehicle - or so they said. My
vehicle followed them for a little bit and then turned another direction.
When I pointed it out, they held me down and restrained me. Apparently,
my efforts had pissed off the wrong group, and so they took me to another
of those so-called 'Little Academies.' There they do everything they can
to 'break' littles.
When they took me out of the car I again attempted to escape, but only
ended up receiving about one hundred and fifty abusive slaps to my rear
in a spanking for my trouble by one of my abductors. Their staff then
took over and placed me in a futuristic machine that removed all of my
body hair, bathed me roughly, and then dressed me like a baby in a diaper
and infantile clothing. Over the next couple of days, they only fed me
disgusting pureed baby food concoctions, breastfed me, and kept me locked
in a crib for 'nap time' and bed. I could see that it would only get
worse as I looked at adults that were completely mentally broken and in
near vegetative states. Many of them couldn't even roll off their back
any more... It was like they had their motor skills rewound all the way
back to their first months of life!
In case I doubted my absolute need to escape, it was demonstrated with
one girl who slept in a crib next to mine. She was a fighter and tried
everything she could to not submit to them on every little thing. On my
last morning she disappeared with that team for the same procedure they
were supposed to do to me. She came back barely able to physically sit
up, had all of her teeth removed from her mouth, and was barely able to
say the simple word 'mama' from what I could tell when they made a sick
game of asking her to speak. I don't know if the procedure is permanent,
but it certainly would be considered criminal here in our dimension!
I listened to them talking about performing those procedures on me the
next day while waiting for them to put me to bed. As I was being changed
into a night diaper I managed to take advantage of a lapse in security
and eliminated the two night-workers - and escaped. Luckily, I found my
passport and information that I knew I needed to go back home inside
their offices!
I met a contact who helped me get new clothing after I removed their chip
for tracking escaped littles. Clothed appropriately, I managed to walk
into the portal, purchased another departure, and thought I was home
free. Just before I was going to walk through the portal, there was a
sudden alert about me that reached the gate worker on their side. I
disabled him and jumped through the portal there, and managed to escape
through a chaotic scene at our own side of the portal when word reached
them minutes later.'
Our detective shared the photographic evidence that appears on these
pages that he bravely managed to still get out with him. It verifies the
tale and a few other 'off the record' accounts from visitors around that
time that line up with his story. (Including the kidnapping and rescue of
the girl) What is our government doing with this other dimension? What
agreements are in place? Is this nothing but a way of participating in
the next level of slavery?
Is our dimension just another Africa?
I looked at the photos of adults in diapers, being breastfed, spanked,
and even some futuristic looking hands attacking the camera. 'Could be
photoshopped,' I thought as I looked through them. Being a sensationalist
publication I was highly skeptical that this was all completely true.
Eventually I fell asleep before reading the rest of the articles,
wondering more about the new world and if it was really that bad...
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again with Sunday morning's posts.
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