Vacation Changes - A Diaper Dimension Story

Chapter 1
Part 1

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Chapter Description: Part 1

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Author’s Note - this is set in Princess Pottypants’ Diaper Dimension Universe, based lightly on elements I introduced in my commercial story ’Field Research’, including an isolated country of ’Littles’, whose travellers are somewhat naive of the rest of the world.

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Part 1

"God Mom. I’m twenty, not two!"

Lorraine couldn’t help but smirk, but wasn’t going to be deterred.

"I think that the kid’s juice box which the airline hostesses gave you suggests that everybody thinks otherwise," she retorted with a laugh, continuing her impromptu wiping of the corner of the twenty year old woman’s mouth with a handkerchief. "And really, orange juice all over the side of your face? It’s clear that you actually needed that sippy cup to drink from, goodness knows how you would have handled an actual cup on this plane."

Rhiannon folded her arms and sunk back into her economy airline chair with a pout, hating how her mother was invading her personal space. There had seemingly been a little mix-up as they went overseas for the first time, with the airline crew for some reason seeming to think that she was a junior flyer, going by how they’d given her a juice box labelled as specifically for kids for her in-flight drink, and a set of colouring books on her seat which she’d quickly buried underneath.

"There," her mother declared smugly, withdrawing her washcloth and smiling coldly at her daughter. "So much for you being soooo superior like you’ve been claiming lately, what with your, let me quote, being in the final year of a political science and journalism degree."

Rhiannon rolled her eyes and turned away with a sigh, wondering how quickly she could ditch her mom once they arrived overseas. Travelling was a bit of a rarity for people where she was from, but her Mom had won two vacation tickets for family members only, and so off they’d gone, being the only family that each other had, even if they didn’t much get along. Rhiannon had decided that she would endure it if it meant going to see the bigger mainland continental cities over the suburbia and small towns which she’d grown up in, but she would be ditching her mother as soon as possible to go do some overseas shopping, so long as the overbearing woman wasn’t pushy about her being the perfect daughter once there...

"Now when we get there-" Lorraine began, only to pause as an airline hostess appeared beside them.

"Your drink miss," the blonde hostess declared, placing something down on the tray in front of Lorraine.

There was a moment of silence, before Rhiannon glanced over, then couldn’t help but obviously fail to stifle a laugh as she saw that a matching colourful sippy cup had been put down in front of the oh so mature snippy woman beside her. Even the cheerful packaging on the side was the same, clearly labelled as for "For Ages 2 - 7."

Lorraine sat in silence staring at it, her face turning pink.

"I, uh, think that there’s been some kind of-" she began, then fell silent as the tall airline hostess raised a curious and somewhat warning brow.

Being Littles, or ’Dwarves’ as they were often derogatively known, was something that Rhiannon had never had cause to consider. After all, everybody was where she came from, it was just the norm. Yet now they sat in the gaze of a tall busty betweener woman, almost twice their height, and both gulped as she looked down at them with stern eyes, feeling almost like they were considered to be children to supervise rather than travellers to entertain.

"Er, it’s nothing..." Lorraine stammered awkwardly, quickly reaching out to take her junior drink with both hands.

The blonde hostess waited a moment, ensuring that the guest actually brought the sippy cup to her lips, then nodded and left.

Rhiannon smirked and sunk back into her seat, staring ahead with a smug smile and thinking that this trip might not be so bad after all if it put her snooty mother in her place. Why, once they got to the continental mainland, there’d even be actual amazon giantesses, even taller than the betweener hostesses. In truth, the thought made her just a little woozy, since the larger people had always only been a far off consideration in distant lands, yet as they approached their destination on the map screen in front of them, Rhiannon felt a nervous pang and wondered why her ancestors had felt the need to separate themselves from the larger folk in the first place. Oh it wouldn’t matter, there would still be many areas of the country where people her size still congregated, if it got too overwhelming, not all ’dwarves’ had left the mainland after all, and she’d just stick to where they went.

But it would still be a challenge to adjust at first, no doubt about it, considering that the amazons were, what, three times her size? Or more? She wondered at that, it already felt weird sitting in a betweener sized chair with her legs dangling off the end, leaving her feeling more like a young child sitting in an adult seat than somebody starting a mature and amazing holiday. They didn’t actually have any dwarf sized chairs on their plane, and so had given straps designed for betweener kids and sat the two dwarves near the back, on a rather empty morning flight. At least her mother was no better off either, so any weirdness caused by encountering potential amazon sized furniture would be shared for her as well, and by the time they got back home, her mother’s snooty attitude might have even been mollified a bit, or so Rhiannon could only hope.

There was a small grunt of annoyance beside her, and Rhiannon glanced over to see that her mother had suffered the same fate she had when the pressure seal inside of the juicebox popped and came to match the cabin pressure, resulting in orange juice trickling down the fuming woman’s cheek.

"Do you need some help with that?" the twenty year old asked with quick dripping sarcasm and irony, snatching up the cloth and lifting it to her mother’s face, only to have her hand slapped away a moment later - hard too.

"Owe!" she squealed, dropping the cloth in shock, thinking that it had been far from a playful slap, more like something which might actually bruise, and she glanced up to lock furious matching glares with her mother.

"You can’t do that!" she hissed, reaching across and tugging at her mother’s expensive jacket in a moment of unplanned raw violence. "I could sue you for assault!"

"You little brat!" her mother hissed back, pushing her daughter back but finding that her hands were clawed well into her jacket, before grabbing Rhiannon’s own loose tank top in a silent retaliating struggle. "I could have you struck off from the family fortune, I could-"

"Is there a problem here?" a cold woman’s voice asked suddenly, and both Littles went immediately still.

Their hands still gripped onto each other’s tops, they looked up sheepishly to find a cross-looking flight attendant hovering over them.

"I was just-"

"She was just-"

"Let go of each other, right now." the hostess snapped, before reaching down to undo Lorraine’s buckles.

"You two will be sitting apart for the rest of the flight. I will not have two unattended Littles going out of control, only proving that your kind shouldn’t be allowed to travel on flights like this."

Rhiannon found herself rather baffled by the large woman’s statements, but was pleased as she saw her speechless mother forcibly helped down from the seat, then across the aisle into the empty middle row beside them, where the tall woman began buckling the Little back up and even forced the sippy cup back into her hands.

A moment later, the hostess was crouching down beside the seat, asking questions in murmured tones. She seemed to want to know where they were staying, apparently intending to check in ahead of them and ensure that the hotel knew what they were dealing with, much to Lorraine’s embarrassment, even as she seemed to finally relent.

Rhiannon smirked, and popped her earphones back in, glad that her mother was suffering this humiliation. It had been her who had started the fight after all, and she could suffer the embarrassment of having the hotel called ahead of them and warned that two rowdy tourists were approaching. It wasn’t like the hotel accommodation was in Rhiannon’s name anyway.

Turning up her music, closing her eyes, and leaning back in the seat, she was content that this holiday might just have some positive outcomes after all.

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"We’ve landed," a voice said, and Rhiannon groaned, realising that a hand was shaking her, as she groggily opened her eyes. A moment later, she stifled a small squeak at the sight of a large betweener hostess leaning over her, before quickly silencing herself. It had only been a few hours since she’d met a person of that size for the first time, and waking to the sight of the tall blonde was something which she still wasn’t used to.

"Wher-" she began, yawning and taking the ear phones from her ears.

"We’re here," the attendant repeated, sounding a little stern. "So make sure you have all your things and don’t leave a mess. I know how you Littles can be when flying."

Rhiannon nodded slowly, then blinked the sleep out of her eyes and glanced about, seeing the backpack she’d brought with her, and the colouring books provided by the airline which she’d kicked under her seat when they’d boarded.

Unbuckling herself from the awkward harness, she grabbed her own possessions and quickly rushed out into the aisle, seeing her mother waiting, though thankfully seeming a little preoccupied and unconcerned about their little spat earlier.

"Come on, we have to catch the shuttle bus before it leaves the airport," Lorraine ushered. "Maybe if you spent less time with that music in your ears-"

"I could spend more time listening to your bitching," Rhiannon snapped, hoisting her backpack over her shoulder.

"Young lady..." her mother began in a warning tone.

"Oh stop" Rhiannon interjected with a laugh, "I saw how that betweener woman talked you down before. You think I’m scared of you here? You can’t even dare do anything, you know they’ll lecture you or whatever."

Lorraine’s eyes narrowed, and she folded her arms. "I can do plenty. Do you want me to disown you and leave you for adoption here? Because I can."

"Oh please," Rhiannon replied, rolling her eyes and edging past her mother. "I’m twenty. I can’t be put into the foster system."

With that she stormed off the plane in renewed annoyance, guessing that her mother was following not far behind. Their state of warfare had been present ever since she’d entered junior high school, but had seemed at least a little bit better the past few years while she was at college. Now the trip had only caused it to explode, and Rhiannon suspected that she might truly need to arrange her own flight home, nervously worrying that her mother might just live up to that part of the threat. Still, the country wouldn’t just keep her around if her mother bailed on her with the tickets, they’d deport her back home wouldn’t they? After all, where else would a Little like her live?

Deep in her concerned thoughts, she glanced up at the bottom of the boarding ramp only to realise that she was facing an absolute sea of giant legs in the airport causeway. Amazons and Betweeners were everywhere, and she squeaked in shock as she realised that she would be knee-height at best on most of them. Suddenly panicking, she stumbled back and found herself at the end of the boarding ramp, glancing behind to see her mother stomping down, looking furious, less close than Rhiannon had imagined.

"Dammit, we can’t get through this," Lorraine growled as she approached, seeming to be distracted from her feud with her adult daughter companion now. "Let’s edge around by the wall, and get to the shuttle bus that way, and-"

"Are you two sweeties lost?" a chirpy voice asked, and both women jumped as they looked up at a giantess beaming down at them, a young woman - maybe even a teen - leaning forward with her hands clasped between her bare thighs below tiny shorts.

"Er, no, we-" Lorraine began in a fluster. It was the first time that either of the Littles had even met an Amazon Giantess, and the rather diminutive and immature view which she seemed to have of them was a little disconcerting.

"Did I hear that you need to get to the shuttle bus?" the chirpy giantess asked, "Because I can take you there. I saw you both looking so worried, there’s so many big people here isn’t there! Why don’t you both take one of my hands and I’ll lead you through the crowd?"

It was Rhiannon’s turn to fidget uncomfortably at the suggestion, as she began shifting to her other foot while trying to look like she was considering and rejecting the offer.

"Oh, well... No, we..." Rhiannon began, "Well we can probably find-"

"Oh don’t be fussy," the tall teen smirked, holding out a hand, "Here, each of you take one of my hands, and try not to make any drama here in the middle of the airport."

Each of the Littles balked, glancing nervously at the hand in front of them, before mother and daughter each reached out to take one with nervous reluctance.

"There!" the blonde said with a beaming smile, straightening back up. "Being pleasant wasn’t so bad, was it! Now do we need to pick up any luggage?"

"It’s, uh, getting delivered," Lorraine said in a quiet confused murmur, shifting from foot to foot.

"Alright then!" the amazon teen beamed, "Now off we go. Hold onto my hands tightly dears!"

And with that they were off, a little terrified as they tried to keep pace while being rushed through a sea of giant legs. Rhiannon found herself repeatedly pulling closer to the teen’s bare legs, like some sort of protector, feeling more like a lost child visiting some adult centre than the stylish tourist that she had expected. If she wasn’t entirely pissed off at her mother, she suspected that she could glance over and see the same reaction there.

"Here we are! Right through the crowd!" the amazon beamed, bringing them out of the throng of airport activity, and towards the sliding doors out of the building.

Rhiannon was feeling increasingly apprehensive. She was about to arrive in another country for real, and it was feeling far more off-putting than she had ever imagined.

"Now there’s the shuttle bus," the teen remarked with a little playful urgency, "Hurry now! It looks like they’ve got nobody else queued up."

Moaning a little, the two dwarves increased their pace, trying to keep up with the longer legged beauty, struggling to not look idiotic as they did so. For her it was just a quick stride, but for them it was an awkward jogging run under the weight of their carried luggage.

"Hold the bus!" the amazon called, rushing them to the door of the white van, where a driver turned down to look at them with a slight bit of surprise on his face, as if there’d been no danger of leaving just yet. "You have two more little passengers, direct from overseas."

"Oh," the man began, reaching up to stroke at his large moustache while the two Littles stood nervously at the door still holding the teen’s hands. "Well we don’t have any seats for people their size, this is generally an amazon or betweener sized bus, and-"

"What about booster seats?" the teen amazon asked with wide-eyed innocence, trying to be helpful. "They’re both so lost and confused, they’ll definitely need some help to get to their destination."

The driver seemed to think for a moment, then nodded. "Come on, we have some in the top storage up the back."

Both Littles balked in confusion at the suggestion, beginning to increase their minor squirming.

"Now-" began Lorraine, "I don’t-

"Excellent!" the teen overruled, and began marching the tourists up into the van, easily hoisting them up stair by stair with small helpful tugs.

Clambering in after the giantess, feeling a little overwhelmed, the two tourists quickly scurried down the aisle in the grip of the strong giantess, getting a few curious glances from larger people on the bus, but otherwise being ignored as nothing unusual or special.

"Here we go," the driver stated, pulling down two brown booster seats with black leg straps dangling from them. "So long as they sit in these it should pass any standard safety requirements, the specification is by size and not age after all.

"Here, let me help you," the giantess was saying, and suddenly Rhiannon found herself being lifted by two large hands, before being sat in a seat. It was all a bit baffling, as buckles were brought up between her legs, being handled like she was some sort of child. She blushed terribly and looked away as the woman casually and disinterestedly worked the buckle into place over Rhiannon’s crotch with her exploring fingers, before finally pulling the whole contraption tight.

A moment later her mother was being sat beside her and given the same treatment. Unfortunately for Lorraine, she’d worn a smart dress skirt today, and the larger folk gave no heed to her modesty as the strap yanked up her hemline and exposed her black panties, securing the buckle tightly against her crotch all the same to ensure her safety.

The pair were too baffled to give anything more than a few quiet squeaks and gasps of disbelief at the sudden unexpected juvenile treatment, and a moment later they were off, sitting in the back of the white van with straps riding up tightly between their legs, racing out onto the freeway. Neither said a word, simply looking about with dumb wide eyes at the dazzling new scenery going past, thinking very little in their overwhelmed and embarrassed state. Visiting a foreign country was always going to be weird, it came with its share of difficulties, but things had quickly surpassed their more cynical expectations.

Finally they pulled in front of the resort hotel which the driver had somehow teased out of Lorraine before they’d left, and, relieved, the two Littles found themselves being unstrapped and helped down the van’s stairs.

"Now, can you two check in from here?" the driver asked in obvious concern, "Or maybe I should come in with you and make sure..."

"No, no, we’re fine," Lorraine insisted in a mild fluster, straightening out her jacket and still a bit stunned after her mode of travel for the past half hour, flashing her panties right down the length of the shuttle bus aisle. The plane seats had been bad enough, but the booster seats and crotch straps had left her a bit dazed.

"Well, you better be," the large driver huffed, sounding a bit concerned, but finally twiddled his moustache and strode back up into the van again. Sitting heavily, he seemed to be waiting patiently to see if they actually moved to go inside.

"This place is... different than I expected..." Lorraine grumbled, grabbing at the wheeled suitcase she’d brought with her, and turning towards the hotel. "Let’s just go in and get settled, we can sort out how the hell dwarves get by here later."

In a rare moment of agreement, more out of pragmatic utility than anything else, Rhiannon nodded silently and joined her mother in going towards the building’s entrance. Unfortunately they came to their next problem as they stood before several giant glass doors with no way of reaching the handles.

"Shit..." Rhiannon groaned silently, glancing back and seeing that the express shuttle bus had at least gone.

Their problems were answered however, as a moment later the door swung open and an enormous middle aged giantess began walking out. Rhiannon almost felt a need to dive for cover, except for that the giantess glanced down out of cautious habit and scowled at the two dwarf women at her knees.

"Stay out of the way of grownups you little ones," she scolded, edging to the side of Lorraine and towards Rhiannon.

"I was here first!" Lorraine spat back angrily, surprisingly standing her ground against the local several times her size. Raw impertinence had never been a trait that her mother lacked, Rhiannon thought with a snort.

"Excuse me?!" the amazon giantess replied in an apparent outrage, but was quickly sidestepped by Lorraine who had seen the opportunity to get inside, probably not even hearing the woman.

Rhiannon saw the opening and quickly followed her mother’s lead, rushing around the other side of the giant woman’s dress for the doorway. She almost ran straight into an amazon-sized toddler however, who was standing quietly behind the amazon in a well secured safety harness and leash, about as big as Rhiannon herself, the visiting Little realised with an instant blush. She edged around the pacified and frilly-dress-wearing toddler with an embarrassed mumbled sorry, moving forward with eyes cast at the ground, and caught the closing doorway at the last moment.

Something strange ticked in her mind then, and she glanced back to get another look at the toddler. From her current angle however she could only make out the rear of the two, staring in momentary awe at the intricate blue and white teddy bear harness straps running around the toddler’s back, up between her legs, lifting her dress slightly, and revealing... Oh my, how embarrassing, to still be in diapers at that age. Rhiannon smirked, though had to admit that the situation actually looked rather... cute.

Curious, she stared after them for a moment, seeing the scowling giantess walk up to one of the staff standing outside the hotel, the toddler waddling awkwardly along after her on the leash harness. The giantess began gesturing back towards the doorway, and at the dwarves who had just gone inside... Seeming to be asking about them... With a blush, Rhiannon quickly rushed in, letting the door swing closed behind her. Perhaps her mother had been ruder than she imagined in that little exchange, and while Rhiannon would love to see the woman embarrassed by a talking down from the bigger woman, right now she just wanted to get her accommodation sorted out and herself checked in before risking any upsets to that.

Coming to the front desk, she found her mother on her tippy toes doing her best to get the attention of the concierge sitting behind, and with a blush, stared at the floor, thinking that this country was going to be an awkward stay...

 

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