“OH, SO YOU do have some spirit, huh?” She asked me with a menacing glint in her eye. “I wondered when you would talk back! I won’t give you the spanking my girls would get for that this time...” She said as she lifted my ankles a little higher and pushed my body into a tighter crunch position.
“With all due respect I didn’t talk back, I just pointed out that maybe if you really feel we need babied that could be fine, but then why wouldn’t you be just as sweet and kind to us as you would to a real baby?”
Her eyes narrowed as she began wiping me. Her finger lingered inside my new parts a little longer than it should have and she did the same in my butt. I bit my lip though and didn’t give her the reaction I was sure she was expecting. “Well I certainly do only act that way to my girls when they deserve it. Too often you littles all just act up, and then you need to be punished.”
She finished up with some lotion and powder, and as she taped the second tape of the thicker diaper on I said, “Wouldn’t you act up if everything had been taken from you? All hope of a future of a job? Having your own babies? Of just going to the potty?”
She glared at me, pulled the diaper cover back over my diaper before she turned and handed me to Amanda, “She’s not physically needing restrained, but I’d take that tongue from her soon.”
Amanda cuddled me and replied, “I like her tongue,” she tickled my side, “and everything else about her. Yes, she has a difference of opinion from you, but she was very respectful the way she said it, wasn’t she?”
Chloe just looked at her in disbelief, shook her head, and then asked, “Mom, are we going?”
“Sure sweetie,” she said. “Let’s take your car Amanda since you probably have all of Stacy’s stuff in it already.”
With that command Amanda grabbed my diaper bag and the other items needed for a day out with a baby… who just happened to be eighteen… years old. Amanda squeezed me gently as she began to set me in my seat whispered, “Careful sweetie, I wouldn’t have been able to stop her from spanking you.”
I just smiled up at her, “I love you Mommy,” was my reply.
Her whole face lit up at those words and she smiled back at me, “Well… I love you too Princess.”
I was strapped into the carrier and was glad her mom sat next to me in the back rather than Chloe. Before she closed the door, Amanda placed a bottle nipple in my mouth and I moved my hands to hold the bottle. It was cold apple juice that was nice and sweet.
“You really are adorable,” her mom said looking at me. “Amanda, she fits into an infant carrier perfectly! I can’t believe how tiny she is!”
“She’s really easy to carry like that too since she’s so light. If I didn’t know how she had gotten that way I would be really worried about her medical situation. Of course, we’ve had her checked over and Fred has looked at her a bit too… She even has to use the infant nursers, as the larger size are too awkward for her to hold up.”
“You said you did get her adoption registered?”
“Day before yesterday, I didn’t want to risk someone trying to say that she was theirs instead.”
“No, you wouldn’t want that,” she agreed. She peered down at me in the car seat and spoke softly, “Stacy I can tell that you have some fire in you - but there’s no way in this world you would ever be allowed to walk more than about ten steps before another woman would adopt you if my Amanda hadn’t. I think you got quite lucky with her…”
I continued nursing the bottle and nodded. I pulled out the bottle long enough to say, “I know,” before I went back to nursing it.
The drive to wherever it was that we were going seemed to take a while. “You two are going to love this new store! I still can’t believe how humongous it is! It truly has everything you could possibly want!”
“What’s different than the normal stores?” Amanda asked.
“Well they have a lot more discipline items for one… you really might think of getting at least a few things for your girl here. I don’t think she’s as well behaved as you think she is! Probably just doing things when your back is turned.”
“Well lucky for us she’s a baby, so I don’t turn my back on her, huh Princess?” She said to me with what I knew had to be a smile in her voice. “Remind me to see if they have one of those mirrors that attach to car seats so I can see her face. That’s the one thing I’ve never liked about rear facing car seats.”
“Why put her rear facing then?” Granny asked.
“Well she’s the size of a three-month-old… even if she has an adult body for a little, I don’t want to chance that the bigger physics of a crash with our car would cause a spinal injury. Even us as adults would be better getting pushed backwards into a seat. I figure that in a few more years when the government mandates the self-driving vehicles, we’ll all be sitting backwards not long after.”
“Rear facing like an infant? No way!” Chloe scoffed, “Though I do like the idea of not driving… Too bad they’re so expensive.”
“So, what else do they have?” Amanda asked with interest getting her sister back on the topic.
“Well there’s a huge selection of adorable clothes for littles and tweeners! Of course, that probably doesn’t matter as much for you since Stacy fits so easily in infants’ clothes?”
“Yeah, there’s not a piece of clothing on her that’s from the little’s department. I don’t even think they make little’s sizes that small.”
“I don’t think they do actually…” Chloe said as if she was sad. “Well if she was bigger, like my girls, you’d find a lot more selection of the clothes in that style. They also have some new nanny help items to keep them occupied and… happy.”
“Happy?” Amanda asked.
“Well you know they’re not adults, but still have some of their needs, right?” She paused as if waiting for confirmation of a fundamental fact, “Well studies have shown if you service their carnal needs they behave better. There’s a huge selection of items to do that with.” She paused for a moment, “Katie and Kendra can’t seem to get enough of their rocking horse and relief diapers.”
I felt bile rise up in my mouth and I almost threw up, thankfully I had the bottle nipple to bite down on instead of my tongue!
Amanda said what I was thinking though, “Chloe you really do need to make up your mind about things. Stacy is just a baby; she doesn’t need to think about such things!”
“Well haven’t you been thinking such things Stacy?” Chloe asked me directly even though I couldn’t see her. I could see her mother looking at me intently then.
“Honestly, no. I was pretty sheltered at home, and I’m kind of getting sick to my stomach picturing whatever twisted items you’re thinking of! In my world I’m pretty sure forcing things like that to someone would get you locked up for life if it wasn’t mutually desired. It sounds like you just force it on people! That’s rape!”
“Chloe, we’re going to agree to disagree on this one. Stop antagonizing Stacy with the threat of those despicable items.”
“You wait and see! She’ll be begging for them before long.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” Granny said. There was a sad look in her eyes that made me think that while she had loved babying littles, including her Hannah, there’d probably been none of that treatment of her. I could certainly see how Amanda believed Chloe had been responsible for Hannah’s death.
“I think I heard they have some toys that are helpful for learning there,” Granny spoke up next to me.
“Learning?” Amanda asked.
“Well might be something you would like at least… stuff to drill her on our basic math.”
“Huh…” Amanda said thoughtfully.
I was actually curious about that one myself. I had heard the fact that they used a Base 60 math the last time I had been here and had been doing my best to practice the changeover from our Base 10 system. It helped when I read some articles that explained how we still had some relationships, especially in geometry, to the Base 60 system the Babylonians used. It wasn’t second nature to me though like normal Base 10 math was... but at least I wasn’t terrible at it now. I had done my best the last couple of years to change my calculus worksheets into Base 60 to practice. If there was a toy - even if it was meant for a baby mind - that might drill that more I would be okay with that!
“So, I hear Megan has a new boyfriend?” Chloe suggested.
Amanda laughed, “Maybe, but she’s never going to settle down easily. About the only way she might is if she were to find her own little… and she seems to be very opposed to that.”
“Don’t know what went wrong with her,” Chloe said, “Who wouldn’t want one?”
For her part Granny sighed and looked at me, “Amazon women when they’re young have what I would call a disease of the heart. They feel like they have to be mothers in order to live. With as hard as it is for us to conceive, you all make it much easier to deal with.” She whispered to me, “I’m glad to see that my daughter is treating you well.”
I looked up at her in surprise, having been prepared for her to be the mother monster more than anything else. I smiled around the nipple at her and kept nursing like a good baby.
As I nursed on the bottle, I couldn’t help but feel that I needed to pee again. As much as I wanted to make it out of this world with my mind and body intact… I had no illusions that my potty training would survive! I just went ahead and let it out into the diaper. My bladder felt relief and for the moment while the diaper was warm, it wasn’t a terrible feeling. ‘Not like this one can’t hold like six of these bottles…’ I sighed, ‘I’m surprised the diaper cover fits over the top of it!’
Just as I had settled back down from wetting the diaper we pulled to a stop in the parking lot. Granny reached over and undid her seatbelt before asking, “Amanda are we taking her carrier or just putting her down in the cart seat?”
“She likes the cart seat a little better to see out of,” she told her mom.
“Okay, I’ll get her then,” she said and reached over to my seat. She gave my tummy a little tickle, which made me giggle nervously. She undid the harness latch before opening her door and then picked me up. “You really are almost too light Princess,” she told me as she stepped clear of the car holding me. I leaned into her and gave her a small hug, which made her smile. “Well, aren’t you becoming affectionate?” She kissed my forehead and carried me into the store behind Amanda and Chloe.
Right away as we walked into the ‘Littles Superstore’ I knew that this was not a place I would want to be with most Amazons as my ‘mother.’ Immediately at the cart pick-up the choices began... There were several different options from regular carts, some with infant carriers attached, and even carts meant for older children to sit a little more comfortably on plastic forward facing seats with a seat belt. Some of those were even shaped like cars like I remembered in the grocery stores back home. Those carts seemed abnormally large compared to me, but at least they still seemed to be normal shopping carts. Next to those though were ‘special’ ones that seemed to come with leg, hand, and even head restraints in some cases! It looked like one said something about instructions on the little needing to just be in a diaper only so electrodes could make contact…
I shuddered and Granny patted my back gently while walking to a traditional cart and setting me inside the seat. “Uh-oh! This seat is too big for you,” she commented. “Amanda do you have a blankie in her bag?”
“Sure mom, why?”
“Let me see it please.”
Chloe seemed to watch in disbelief as her mother kindly rolled the blanket up and put it behind my back so I was more comfortable, “That better baby?”
I nodded, “Thank you Granny.”
“You’re very welcome!” She kissed my head again and said, “Let’s see if there’s anything in here worth buying for my granddaughter.”
I was surprised in a way that Amanda let her mother push me around in the cart, but I guessed she was trying to let her mom earn my trust a bit more. I already felt I could trust her more than Chloe… but that wasn’t saying much at this point! She paused at a large store directory board. Since the cart was sideways, I could see that the store was laid out with different sections like diapers, clothing, nursing, car seats, furniture, and toys like a normal baby store would have. They added punishment aids, mental treatments, and automated nursery sections too…
I gulped as I realized we were right next to the punishment section. “You sure you don’t at least need a good paddle?” Chloe asked.
“No Chloe, Stacy is a good little girl,” she told her.
Another lady nearby was pulling a little girl around with a short dress and a child’s leash on looked at Amanda and said, “You should listen to her young lady, the hand is good in a pinch, but when they need to know who’s Mommy you want something more firm! When you get your little you’ll really understand. Regular babies like your little girl there are so much easier!”
“Umm… thank you for your opinion,” Amanda said, “Come on Mom, I would like to look at a few things over there I think…”
I was pushed down the aisles of the store and occasionally one of them would pick up an item to examine. Mostly it seemed Amanda must have already shopped most of the items before. The pacifier aisle contained some cute pacifiers that she began looking through. “Which of these do you like better?” as she held some options out to me. A good dozen pacifiers ended up in the cart after a few minutes.
Just before we left the aisle Chloe said, “You should get one of these for her too!”
The item in question was unquestionably cute, girly looking, and innocent until you looked at the label. ‘Lockable Pacifier: Twist and lock pacifier in place so your little can’t pull it out. Keeps littles seen but not heard!’
“Chloe, really?” Granny answered, “Have you heard her shout or scream once?”
“She talked back to me…”
“Only because you were being a witch…” Amanda said.
Chloe looked at both of them and just threw her arms up in the air, “I’m only trying to be helpful. I have three of these creatures at home. I have a lot more experience than either of you!”
“Calm down Chloe, we’re not saying you don’t.” Granny soothed, “But I think if you really pay attention Stacy is most definitely not your normal little.”
“No, she’s not, and I’m sure we’ll not be needing one of those. She’s perfectly happy to keep one in her mouth on her own,” Amanda said and sympathetically offered me one of the pacifiers from my diaper bag.
“Thank you,” I said around it.
She patted me on the head and said, “See?”
The glare continued, but we kept moving through the aisles. In the car seat aisle, she found a large mirror to mount to see me and that would let me see her too. “Ooh, how about this?” Granny said from next to Amanda.
“It’s a TV screen you can hang from the headrest above her seat. She can watch movies on it instead of being bored…” Granny told her.
“That’s not cheap though,” she told her.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s one of her presents from Grandma!”
She smiled at me after putting the box in the cart, “We’ll see if we can find you some safe movies to watch in another store later.”
I nodded at her and we were soon to another aisle she felt Amanda hadn’t prepared for. “Oh dear, I thought we could pick up a walker for her here, but these are all going to be much too big for her.”
“We can go to a regular baby store if you really want to buy her one later,” Amanda told her. “She can walk though, so that was why I hadn’t even looked at them.”
“Yes, she can walk, and yes she is a good little girl, but every now and then you’ll be grateful to have the ability to let her walk around downstairs and not be able to get in certain places. Plus, it’s a comfortable seat that she’ll look adorable in!”
“We’ll go somewhere else and look then later,” Amanda said and smiled at me. Something in the smile told me we’d humor her, but it wouldn’t be getting a lot of use. It seemed to me like it might not be a bad place to do homework in though… I could actually remember a few memories of how much I loved mine as a baby!
Next to that aisle we came across the ‘Automated Nursery – Making Parenting Easier’ aisle. “Oh Amanda, look at this!” Chloe cooed.
“Well it’s like a modern swing… but it does so much more. Here let’s put Stacy in it and try it…”
The device in question looked like some sort of high-tech baby bouncer or swing. I didn’t get much of a look though before Granny helpfully picked me up and sat me in the seat. “Let’s see how it works and if it’s even the right size for you!” She buckled the five-point harness around me and looked at Chloe.
“See it bounces her like a real mommy to calm her,” she read off and the swing started up, apparently activated by Chloe’s voice.
It was actually soothing at first until Chloe pointed out, “ooh, it does more too!” She smirked at me and I worried as she shouted, “Bad baby!”
All of a sudden, I was flipped forward to face the ground. My hands and legs were suddenly bound in some sort of cuffs! Before I could even begin to get my mind around what was going on, I felt a harsh tug as my diaper cover was quickly pulled down and my diaper was ripped off! “What…?” I said just before I began to feel blows of huge hands on my butt!!!!!!!!
Each blow felt like a sledgehammer was coming down onto my bare skin!
“Stop!!!!!” Amanda cried out.
“Unable to stop until unit has finished punishment cycle,” a mechanical woman’s voice responded to them.
Whack, “Bad Baby!” it said over and over again. I began to bawl as it hurt more than anything I could ever remember!!!! Just as I had given up hope of the pain ever stopping, the machine shuddered to a stop with my face still dangling out like I was at the top of a roller coaster going down.
Amanda’s hands were reaching to undo the buckle as I heard shouts of, “Well help us get her out of this!”
“Hang on baby, we’ll get you out of this…” Amanda tried to soothe me as I kept bawling uncontrollably. Her comforting touch didn’t mean much as she couldn’t undo the buckle.
“Get her out of this!” Granny’s voice said angrily at the person.
“It won’t release until it’s finished the punishment cycle…”
“And just how much more of a beating does this poor little girl need?!?!” Granny said, “It was supposed to be a swing…”
“Well it is that, as well as a complete care giver in absentia. It swings, feeds, and disciplines the little as needed.”
“So how are we getting her out?” Amanda said coldly while holding onto my hand. My blood was rushing to my head a bit at this point.
“The only way I know of is to let it finish.”
“How many times had it spanked her?” Another voice asked.
“Twenty?” Amanda’s voice suggested.
“Eighteen,” Chloe’s voice piped in amused. “It looks like it’s programmed to do thirty-five the first time to get its point across.”
“So she would have to be beaten seventeen more times?!?!” Amanda shouted angrily as I sobbed at the thought. “Where is the car seat aisle?” I heard her ask through my sobs.
“I’ll be right back baby,” she reassured me. “Momma don’t you let anyone turn this piece of junk back on!”
“Don’t worry about that honey,” she said as she came and kneeled by me to take one of my bound hands. “Shhh… we’ll get you out of this,” she tried to reassure me.
I couldn’t stop crying even though the pain was beginning fading a little. My skin still throbbed though and the thought of being spanked more by this torture device was unbearable. ‘How can this seem reasonable for a first punishment?!?’ I wondered as I sobbed. I worried Amanda would never come back, or we’d all get arrested or something with me stuck in this machine. Time seemed to crawl by, but Amanda was soon back and one of the management voices said “No you can’t do that, it’s expensive!!!”
“So is my daughter!” she screamed back.
Through my tears I could see she held an emergency safety belt cutter in her hand. “Stay still baby,” she told me before she used it on the straps of the harness. Unfortunately, it only made things worse as I now dangled by my hands and ankles toward the ground. “Stupid piece of junk!” Amanda screamed at it as she looked for anything that would release those too. She worked at it for several long moments before my feet were loose and then my hands.
Instantly I was in her arms being cuddled, “I’m so sorry baby, if I’d had any idea that would have done that I never would have let Granny put you in it!!!!”
“I don’t think she’s the problem,” I told her softly when I had calmed down. “Chloe is the one who started the punishment cycle. I don’t think Granny even knew it could do that.”
“You’re right baby,” she told me as she looked up and angrily glared at Chloe, “If you ever cause harm to my baby again… So help me, you will pay for the rest of your miserable life!”
She grabbed my diaper bag and stormed away from the scene. I sobbed as she carried me to the front of the store and I found myself in a changing room. “Sweetie I think this dress is done for…”
She quickly pulled the dress off of my head and I could see that in the midst of my struggling and her efforts to free me the pretty dress was ripped in three places. I realized then that I had no idea where the diaper and the cover went, my face turned redder as I realized I had been naked for the world to see. Amanda reached into the bag and grabbed a regular Pamper for me and lay my bottom on top of it. I winced as she rubbed some baby lotion onto my inflamed skin, “I’m sorry baby…” she told me. With the diaper taped up she dug a spare romper from the diaper bag out. I let her pull it over my head and she had it snapped around my diaper in record time. All the while I was sobbing uncontrollably and shaking – it was like my worst fears come true!
She picked me up and just held me and cuddled me for a moment before sitting down at a bench in the room and presented me with her breast, “Maybe it will help?” She suggested to me as she nudged my head forward.
I couldn’t see how her breast would make this better, but I was thirsty after my screaming and crying so I latched on and nursed. I must have drifted off to sleep because I apparently missed a great deal of excitement.
SOMETIME LATER I became aware that I was swinging around in the air. I started and shrieked a little before I realized I was in my carrier - not that torture device. The bottom of the carrier pressed just gently enough not to hurt my butt, but I could still feel the heat of the blows.
Amanda sensed I was regaining consciousness and placed the carrier down on something and looked at me, “How are you doing baby?” she asked me while pulling out the pacifier in my mouth.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“Well we’re shopping at another store right now…” she told me.
My butt felt like it was still on fire, “My butt hurts,” I told her.
“I know, if it’s still really sore when we go home, we’ll stop by and see Daddy at the hospital. I can’t believe that machine…”
“What do you mean?” She asked as she unbuckled me from the seat and said, “Mom can you latch this into the stroller and push it for a moment? I want to cuddle Stacy now that she’s woken up.”
“I don’t blame you dear,” Grandma smiled at me as she took the seat from Amanda’s other side, “I’m so sorry Stacy, I had no idea…”
I nodded, “I know you didn’t.” I looked around for Chloe but didn’t see her, “Where’s Aunt Chloe?”
“We made her find her own way home,” Grandma said with a sigh. “If only…”
I didn’t get a chance to ask what that meant before Amanda bounced me up and down a little and said, “Your grandma dealt with the managers after the police were called and we were in the changing room. They wanted the police to charge us with destruction of property. They were about to do it when Granny pointed out it was missing some necessary legal warning tags and signs. She then brought the police officers to where we were sitting and you had fallen asleep nursing. As soon as they saw how tiny you were, and I pulled down your diaper to show how red your bottom was, they instead insisted on the model being removed from the store.”
“I’m glad you didn’t get in trouble,” I told her while at the same time being mortified that my butt had been on display like that!
“Well I’m not done with them yet. I fully plan to sue them for this! Assault like that should never be okay, and there are actually some protection laws still in place that should keep that particular item from even being sold! Let alone sitting open in the store without some sort of safeguards!”
“Thank you for saving me,” I told her and hugged her as best I could.
“I’m sorry I didn’t catch it before it got out of hand,” she told me. “Now, do you mind shopping for a while longer?”
“No more machines?” I asked nervously.
“No more machines!” She told me and kissed my forehead before hugging me tightly. “Come on, let’s see if we can’t spend all of Granny’s money!”
I clung to her tightly as they wandered up and down the aisles of a regular baby store that didn’t seem to have anything directed specifically to littles. Grandma pushed the stroller around before stopping, “Amanda, how about one of these? Do you have one already?”
I turned my head towards what she held up and blushed as I realized it was one of those slings that I had seen another little in the first-time shopping. It held you to ‘mommy’ and let her keep her hands free. Looking at the packaging though I realized we were in a regular baby store as the picture showed a mostly bald baby, sitting upright while the butterfly printed sling wrapped around the ladies shoulders and held her upright. The baby was smiling at the camera while I only wondered how humiliating that would be…
“No, I don’t… do they really help?”
“You can’t do anything with your hands right now, right?”
“Not easily,” she said.
“It lets you have two hands free and keep her close. With as light as she is, I bet you could probably carry her most of the day and never even notice.”
“What do you think Stacy?” she asked me. Something about her eyes told me she did care what I thought.
“It’s kind of embarrassing…” I started, “but I guess no more so than wearing a diaper and nursing from you…”
“Okay mom, we’ll get it.”
“Great!” she said and we continued wandering until we got to an aisle of walkers. They cooed over several before deciding on a pink one with a half dozen toys in the front that were removable. It made sounds and even had a handle on the back that was supposedly for the baby to use to help learn to walk by pushing it when they got older. ‘I hope a regular kid doesn’t push me…’ I thought about it.
“The activity stuff does come off so she can use it to do homework at since you seem to be wanting her to go to school still…” her mom said.
“Yeah, we’ll get this one.” Amanda said without even asking me this time.
We were walking for a little bit longer when I suddenly felt a cramp in my gut and I forced myself not groan out loud, this was not my day! “Mommy how much longer are we shopping?”
“Probably a couple more hours,” she told me.
“Okay,” I told her and leaned back in her. She stuffed a pacifier in my mouth as if to keep me from talking any more just then. It could have annoyed me, but instead I found it was pretty soothing to nurse on it.
‘I’m not going to make it a couple more hours,’ I admitted to myself. I tried to hold on at least until we were in a place that she could change me quickly - hopefully with some privacy. As they moved on towards the clothing section, I knew it wasn’t meant to be. Amanda set me down on ground to toddle after her going through the racks when the next cramp hit.
A sticky mass piled into the back of my diaper for a long moment. It was accompanied by the still new feeling of pee traveling through my new parts and I felt the diaper swell as it soaked it all in. When I was done, I noticed Granny watching me with a smile, “Aww, did someone make a poopy?”
I felt tears go down my face and just nodded, “If you want to keep looking Amanda, I can take Stacy and go change her?”
Amanda looked down at me and I looked at her with my teary eyes. She decided then, “Go ahead Mom, here’s her diaper bag.” She paused, “It’s one less stinky diaper for me to change,” she smiled at us both as I looked at her over Granny’s shoulder as she patted my back and carried me past where I could see Amanda.
I tried not to shake in terror at being left alone with another Amazon!
It'll be a couple days before I get a chance to post the next chapter. I'm attempting to revise some dimensional physics on height/weight while I do this posting to match a later work. In the meantime please leave me a comment and let me know what you think!