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"What the hell?" Stefanie frowned, shifting slightly in bed, confused. She could tell something wasn't right, although, in her sleepy state, she couldn't quite place what that might be.

Really, for once, there was no reason she ought to be restless... After years of struggling, she'd finally found what she would consider a 'dream job', even though she knew most other Amazons would consider that sad, or pathetic. They'd probably tell her she ought to own the daycare, and leave the day-to-day work to 'tweeners, but all she really wanted to do was take care of littles, and she wasn't quite ready to adopt any for herself, so getting paid to look after other peoples' babies was perfect. And, to her surprise, it paid so much better than the office jobs she'd had before.

Maybe it wasn't that much of a surprise; everyone wanted to ensure their littles got the best care possible, and they were willing to pay for it. It was in a pretty fancy neighborhood, too, which no doubt helped. And, while she hadn't gotten up the courage to ask her co-workers, she suspected she was making more than them, despite being the newest one there, thanks to her size.

The owner, Tracey, had been suspicious at first, upon seeing her, perhaps assuming Stefanie was there to try to oust her, to take her place, though, after talking to her, her fears had been assuaged. "You don't want a management role?" she'd asked.

"No, no," Stefanie had shaken her head. "I-I know I'm a little older than most of the other Amazons who would apply for this job, but I just need a change... I'm willing to start from the bottom."

Having another Amazon out there, working with the kids, was bound to make the daycare more attractive. Betweeners were capable of taking care of littles, of course... Some of them were a bit flaky, however. It was good to have an Amazon there to keep an eye on them, although, if they were managers, they had other responsibilities as well, so they couldn't be there all the time. Even the college-aged girls with the same job as her were considered more trustworthy than the adult 'tweeners, who had been there for years. And, already, she could tell that she was, too, with only a few days on the job.

It was all going perfectly... So what was wrong? She squirmed again, glancing over at her clock to see that it was nowhere near time to wake up yet. That wasn't it, and, unlike her old job, there was no reason to fret that she'd missed a deadline, or forgotten about a report that she needed to turn in to her boss the next day... What was bothering her so badly that it had woken her up in the middle of the night?!

Finally, after an almost embarrassing amount of time, she noticed the crinkle. To her defense, she spent her days surrounded by it, hearing it from every possible direction as the littles toddled around and playing, or she checked and changed them... It was something she didn't give a second thought to, although, of course, this wasn't quite the same.

She shifted again, this time to push her blankets out of the way, seeing her skimpy, red nightie, the one Gage had bought her for her last birthday. He knew she'd gotten it for himself, really, since it didn't leave much to the imagination, but she liked how sexy and powerful it made her feel, so she'd been wearing it even when he didn't stay over lately.

Underneath the nightie, however, there was something far different. Her cheeks flushed slightly as her hand brushed against it, and she heard the crinkling again, the sound making her think of all her charges... Except, she knew, this one was coming from her. There was no denying it, not with that nightie doing nothing to hide the bulky garment, the childishly-patterned plastic...

But that shouldn't have woken her up; the first couple nights, it had been difficult to fall asleep initially, yet, by now, she was used to it. She frowned, wiggling her bottom, unconsciously starting to nibble her bottom lip. She couldn't have... Could she? Her fingers trailed back over to the diaper, sliding up its slick surface to the waistband, clutching it tight for one, long moment, scared to look, despite her confidence that she had to be wrong.

And then she pulled it open, and saw that, indeed, the squishy sensation she was feeling was connected to a wet spot in her padding. She had wet her bed... Or, rather, her diaper. 

Her initial feeling of panic, her wrinkled nose, were rapidly chased away by a gentle reminder from the back of her mind. It was no big deal, she recalled her new friends telling her. That was what diapers were for, after all...

"Oh, what are they watching?" Stefanie had asked, smiling as she saw the littles eagerly lining up to go to the TV room, bouncing and giggling. They were so sweet, so innocent... And she was so happy to be here to take care of them. She really ought to know what they were into. She was an only child, and she hadn't made many friends at her office jobs, so she didn't know many people with littles of their own to get a sense of what the popular shows and movies were nowadays.

Tracey had rolled her eyes. "Don't worry about that," she'd said. "You know littles... It's the kind of noisy, colorful slop that will rot your brain if you look at it for too long."

Stefanie had nodded, accepted that answer... But she couldn't help hanging around anyway as they filed into the room, watching them pick where on the floor they wanted to sit, and Tracey switched on the television.

"Seriously," her boss had told her as she walked out of the room. "Don't bother. It'll just give you a headache."

It was very loud, and very bright, though there was something slightly tempting about it, something that made her want to give it more of a chance. She blinked, shook her head, stepping away.

She didn't see Meg standing there, watching; most people didn't. Meg was a 'tweener, but some of Stefanie's other co-workers liked to tease her that she was actually a little in disguise, since she was barely taller than some of their biggest charges, even with the platform sneakers she always wore, and didn't seem to think anyone else noticed. Stefanie was positive she bought her clothes in the little section, too, because she'd seen several of the outfits Meg had worn on people in strollers out in the world, usually stretched over a bulky diaper.

A couple times, as she cleaned up the playroom, or checked in on the few babies who weren't interested in TV time, Stefanie would glance towards the other room, something about those cheerful, swirling colors catching her eye. She didn't wander back close enough to really see anything, although the few glimpses she caught of what seemed to be the main characters were - predictably - pretty adorable. She considered trying to look the show up, just to know what it was, but she hadn't seen enough to even know where to start. The next day, however, she got a much closer look.

"Stef," Stefanie had heard beside her, making her turn, look down, expecting to find a little there, moments away from tugging on her shirt. Instead, she saw Meg. "Can you go supervise the TV room for me?"

"Huh?" she'd frowned. Tracey hadn't said anything about the littles needing a worker in there with them... After the complaints the woman had levied at the shows the kids liked, she felt sorry for anyone that had to do that. "It sounds like they're doing all right."

"I'm sure they are," Meg had replied. "You know how it is, though... Safety first. I usually do it, but I really need to run to the bathroom, so if you could take over, I'd really appreciate it."

She was nervous, worried that Tracey was right, and she was going to end up with an awful headache for the rest of the day; she did want to be helpful, however. And she hadn't seen Meg the previous day during TV time, so why wouldn't she have been in there, keeping an eye on the littles? Not to mention, she was still curious... "Of course," she'd smiled down at the smaller woman. "Leave it to me."

At first, it was every bit as bad as Tracey had warned, chaotic and cacophonous, making Stefanie want to step out of the room, or at least cover her ears, in self-defense, shocked that the littles, with their delicate sight and hearing, could stand it. There was something to it, though, some hint of cuteness that intrigued her, made her keep watching, keep listening, when most other Amazons would have given up...

"Don't you want to be good little girls and boys?" Naomi had asked, giggling.

And, without noticing, her voice blending in with those of all the littles staring, transfixed, at the screen with her, Stefanie had mumbled, "Yes," blushing as the image of herself, dressed up like Naomi, her hair tied up in ribbons, pacifier in her mouth, wearing only a onesie, plastic pants, and a huge diaper, came to mind. She'd shaken her head, tried to dismiss it... But it was hard to deny how very happy she looked like that...

"Hey," Stefanie had blushed, almost wanting to change her mind right then and there, knowing how silly this was. "I-I don't suppose you have anything you need to... take care of?"

Meg had tilted her head, confused, for a moment, then barely suppressed a chuckle. "I might," she'd said. "Do you want to help me out again?"

Stefanie really, really had. She hadn't caught the whole show last time, but the bit she had seen had been all she could think about since then, nagging at her mind, making her want more. It wasn't a bad thing, she reasoned... It would be good if one of the workers could stand Naomi and Oliver, especially if somebody needed to supervise the kids while they watched it. And it would give her something she could talk to the littles about, to connect with them.

Of course, as soon as it started, it was difficult to remember that was what her goal was... Or that she was any different from her charges. Naomi was such a cutie, and Stefanie knew that the character was the perfect baby, that she was the kind of little that she should want to adopt; instead, to her shock, she found herself looking up to her, wanting to be like her, even though, today, she was in a tiny sundress that did almost nothing to hide her diaper.

And it didn't get any better from there, because that day's episode was about bedtime, and how all good little boys and girls ought to wear diapers to bed, whether they thought they needed them or not. "You never know what'll happen when you're asleep!" Naomi had wisely informed them.

"So it's better to be prepared!" Oliver had added.

She'd felt a little groggy afterwards, her head swimming a bit no matter how much she shook it, tried to clear it. That was definitely a good message for littles to hear, she'd thought. Why did Tracey dislike Naomi and Oliver so much, if this was what they were telling their watchers to do?

And then, on her next shopping trip, Stefanie had found herself in the diaper aisle. She wasn't sure how she'd ended up there, when nothing on her list was anywhere close, but there she was, staring at all the cute designs, smiling at the ones she recognized from the daycare. As she pushed her cart back towards the things she actually needed, she spotted the 'tweener diapers, and, somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if the biggest size might fit her.

Not that she needed them, of course! But good girls wore them to bed anyway, just in case... She was an Amazon, so anyone who saw her buying them would assume she was caring for a big baby of her own. They would never guess the truth... And - since she knew how silly it was - she could always donate the pack to the daycare, so the few 'tweeners they had under their care there could use them, once she snapped out of this.

She hadn't quite been ready to try them that night, though she also didn't take them to work with her the next day. After hanging out with Naomi again, and being reminded how much she wanted to be a good girl, she got up the courage to wear one to bed. It hadn't been so bad... In fact, it was kind of cozy, and, while she hadn't used it, obviously, she had felt safer knowing she was protected.

That had all been a couple weeks ago, and she'd worn them every night since, at least when Gage wasn't over. Every night, she got a little more used to them, a little more comfortable, as she thought about how happy Naomi would be with her, knowing she was being a good girl. She'd assumed things would keep going like that forever, that they'd never have to change...

Until she woke up wet. There was some part of her that knew that was crossing a line, that she was a big girl who shouldn't be doing those things... Naomi and Oliver had told her, however, over and over, that it was okay to use her diapers, that it was why she was wearing them. She knew she should be upset... But, instead, she was happy.

So happy, in fact, that she knew she had to tell somebody. "Always tell a grown-up when you use your diapers!" Oliver had told her a few days ago. Telling anyone at work seemed like a very bad idea, so, really, there was only one option.

"Hello?" 

She wiggled in anticipation, hearing Gage wander through her apartment, looking for her. He was going to be so proud of her... Naomi and Oliver always talked about how much their Mommies and Daddies loved to take care of them, so she had no doubt that Gage was going to adore getting to be her Daddy now.

"I'm in my bedroom!" she couldn't hold it anymore, giggling. "I have a surprise for you!"

"Oh, you do?" she could practically hear his eyebrows wiggling. "I can't wai..."

But the look on his face when he opened the door, found her sitting there in a shirt and diaper, wasn't one of excitement, or happiness, like she'd expected. "What the hell is this?" he asked, frowning. "What are you wearing, Stefanie?"

"I-It's my diaper, Daddy," she looked up at him, feeling uncertain, scared. This wasn't what was supposed to happen... "I-I used it last night, Daddy... I-I'm a good girl, right?"

He didn't agree. "What is wrong with you?" he'd asked. "You're not a little! You aren't even a 'tweener... You're not supposed to do this!"

She'd been devastated, crying herself to sleep after he walked out on her, comforted only a little by waking up wet again. She was so upset, in fact, that she decided to give herself a little treat the next morning to try to cheer herself up.

She'd bought the ribbons not long after the diapers, and she'd tried tying her hair up like Naomi's a couple times at home, after work... Today, however, she did it before, smiling at her reflection in the mirror, standing there in her soggy, overnight diaper and hair ribbons, and nothing else. How could Gage not have liked her like this?! Naomi would definitely approve!

Then again, Naomi would have wanted her to wear a diaper to work, too, and Stefanie knew better than that. She could maybe hide the crinkling, but everyone there had so much experience with padding, they were bound to notice the bulge under her pants, no matter how well she tried to hide it. And what if they reacted the same way as Gage?

She pouted, nibbling on her thumb. Good girls really didn't even change themselves, especially not without permission... Who was she going to get permission from, though? 

In the end, she reluctantly went back to her normal panties, but she left her hair up. She got a few comments from her co-workers, telling her she looked cute, which helped improve her mood - and made her wonder, briefly, if any of them might want to be her Mommy - and, getting to see Naomi, while looking a little more like her, only made her feel better.

She was one of the last workers left that evening, and, to her surprise, when Tracey left to get to a dinner appointment, she handed her the keys. "Do you mind locking up?" she asked. "I think you're ready."

"Y-Yes, Mo... ma'am." Stefanie blushed, hoping her boss hadn't heard the hiccups, didn't realize what she'd almost called her instead. Glancing around, she saw that everyone else was a 'tweener, which was, she assumed, why she'd been picked. "I think I can take it from here," she told them, after Tracey was gone. "Why don't you all head home, too?"

Some of them made a token attempt at wanting to stay and help, but, soon enough, she was all alone. She stood in the middle of the playroom and took a big sniff, the scent of baby powder and the faint whiff of the diaper pails they'd just emptied out intoxicating to her. She knew it was wrong, that this was where she worked, not home... However, this felt like a cosmic apology for what had happened with Gage the previous night, and she couldn't help herself.

Naomi wore all sorts of diapers, but, most commonly, she was in cloth, so that was exactly what Stefanie headed for. She tried to temper her expectations, knowing there was a chance they wouldn't fit her, since the biggest were still only meant for 'tweeners; thankfully, she was able to pin them on, first one layer, then another, then another, until she could barely squeeze her legs together, or get the plastic pants on over them.

"The thicker the better!" she giggled, giving the huge diaper a pat, knowing she was definitely parroting something Naomi and Oliver had said at some point. She got to her feet, squealing with delight to discover that, try as she might, she couldn't walk normally. "I'm waddling!" she clapped her hands. That was something good little girls did all the time!

It was something her charges did, too, and, while she knew she wasn't like them, that she should be a grown-up, the thought was still thrilling to her. What would the other workers do, if they came in and found her this way? She shivered, feeling a trickle of excited pee-pee dribble into her diaper, further sealing her fate, should that fantasy come to pass...

Of course, she didn't really look like a baby, not yet. She'd taken off her pants and underwear to get the diaper on, but now she tossed aside her shirt and bra, too, digging through the spare clothes until she found a top that would fit her - though without coming close to covering her diaper - and a pair of booties, combining with her hair ribbons to finish her new outfit.

She toddled to the kitchen that way, making herself a nice, warm bottle of milk, taking it with her to lie on the floor of the playroom, sucking away the way her most immature charges would, the ones too small to even bother putting into a high chair to spoonfeed. To a 'tweener - or especially a little - the bottle would have been huge, but to her, it was just right, and she didn't even care that she knew what was in it, to encourage diaper use. For a little, the dose was large enough that they wouldn't be able to help themselves; for Betweeners, it would give them a chance, though not much. She was enough bigger than either that she doubted it would be an issue.

And she might have been right, if she hadn't had the bright idea to go to the TV room, for a private screening of Naomi and Oliver, lying there in her diapers, dressed up like her favorite host, sucking on her bottle, giggling away... She was really no match for them, once they started telling her how good little girls would never try to hold it, would start pushing as soon as they felt any pressure...

She'd known it was a mistake as soon as she snapped out of the trance the show had put her in. It had felt amazing in the moment, recognizing that her tummy did feel a little full from the drug in her milk, grunting and squirming when Naomi and Oliver told her to, feeling the back of her diaper swelling up, the warm mush slowly filling its seat...

And then she'd come to, and realized she was going to have to deal with it. Some wet cloth diapers in the pail, left over from the previous day, were one thing... Messy ones were something else entirely. Tracey would definitely notice that, and she wouldn't be happy with Stefanie, since she'd been the one in charge.

She didn't even consider putting her discarded panties back on, changing herself into a disposable after she'd cleaned herself up as best she could. It was awfully close to bedtime, and she needed to be padded for that... She put the cloth diapers into the washing machine, went back to play some more, then got distracted with the baby toys, only to blink and discover she had stayed up too late.

"Oh, no!" she mumbled behind the pacifier she'd chosen to replace her bottle. Naomi would be so disappointed in her... The only time it was okay to be up past her bedtime was if Mommy or Daddy said it was okay! She really didn't have time to get the diapers dry; she almost didn't even go back to the laundry room to move them to the dryer, she was so concerned with missing her bedtime.

She did, though, and vowed to be back early enough the next morning to get the diapers out and back where they belonged. When she got there the next morning, however, the dryer was empty. She looked around, confused, ponytails swinging as she searched for the missing diapers.

"Looking for something?" Meg asked, making Stefanie jump.

"H-Huh?" Stefanie chuckled nervously, trying to pretend nothing was wrong. "N-No!"

"That's funny," Meg smirked. "Because I found a load of laundry not quite done from last night in here... And you were in charge of locking up, weren't you?" 

Stefanie felt a little calmer, realizing that was all Meg had thought had happened, that she just hadn't completed her duties before leaving. She was sure Tracey would understand, especially when she told her she had been going to take care of it this morning...

That wasn't how things went when Stefanie was called into the woman's office, however. "Do you have anything you'd like to tell me about last night?" she asked.

Stefanie rolled her eyes; she'd been expecting this, though, after seeing Meg scurry off to talk to Tracey. "I put off checking the 'tweener diaper pail until too late," she said. "I started the laundry before I left, but..."

"That's what I thought," Tracey shook her head, sliding a pacifier between Stefanie's lips, the other Amazon automatically starting to suck on it, the way she'd seen plenty of their charges do without thinking about it. "That's not what I'm talking about, Stefanie. Meg told me I ought to check our security cameras for last night, and I found them... illuminating."

"C-Cameras?" Stefanie mumbled from behind her paci. She shouldn't be surprised that they had them, but she hadn't thought about it... And now, she was thinking about what she'd done the night before.

"That's right," Tracey nodded, stepping closer, Stefanie shifting, nursing harder on the paci. She was taller than her boss, just barely, but, in the moment, it didn't feel that way. She felt like a little girl, one who hadn't been good at all, being confronted by her Mommy. "I think we'd better get you out of this, don't you?" she asked, taking ahold of the skirt of Stefanie's dress, lifting it up and off of her. "Things are going to be very different for you from here on out, young lady..."

Stefanie knew she ought to try to stop it, to protest, but wasn't this what she wanted? Didn't she need a Mommy to look after her? Except... This wasn't her Mommy, this was her boss! She was an adult, an Amazon! She was supposed to be the one in charge, not the one getting diapered!

"N-No," she sniffed, watching as Tracey stacked layer after layer of cloth diaper for her, wishing she didn't feel so excited to see how big and thick it was getting. "I-I don't need those..."

Tracey raised an eyebrow. "You don't?" She turned her computer monitor around on the desk, hitting a button on her keyboard, and a video started playing, showing Stefanie on the floor of the TV room, blissfully pooping her pants. Stefanie blushed, trying to look away, only for Tracey to grab her by the chin, turning her back towards the image, making her watch.

"Honestly, Stefanie," she sighed. "I expect this from the 'tweeners, but from you?" 

Stef squirmed, whimpering, nibbling on her pacifier, seeing the bulky cloth expand, knowing exactly what was happening inside, what she was doing... And wishing she wasn't feeling so eager to do it again. She shouldn't want this... She should want to be a big girl, to take care of babies, not to be one herself... 

"Up you go!" Tracey patted the diapers, and, obediently, Stefanie did as she was told, plopping right down in the center of the padding, not even thinking to try to squirm away until they'd already been pulled up between her legs, and Tracey was starting to pin them into place, far snugger than Stef had been able to do herself.

"Is there anybody I can call to take care of you?" Tracey asked, slipping the plastic pants up over the stunned woman's legs. "Or do I need to put you up for adoption?"

Adoption?! Naomi and Oliver had done their best to make that not sound scary... But that was for littles! Who would adopt someone like her?! "I-I don't need..." she gulped.

Tracey slid her hand past the legband of the plastic pants, Stefanie falling silent as she felt her boss's fingers probing at her diaper directly. "Just as I thought," she said. "Soggy already."

Of course she was; "Good girls don't hold it," she informed Tracey. As soon as the diaper had been secure, she'd started to dribble.

"Then you must be a very good girl," Tracey patted her on the head. "I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding a caretaker."

Having said that, Tracey proceeded to spend the day trying to do just that, and failing, keeping Stefanie in her office the whole time, anxiously sucking on either a bottle or her paci. She almost asked to go to the TV room when it was time for Naomi and Oliver, but she knew that would require her to waddle out into the daycare, in front of all her former co-workers and charges, to let them all see what had become of her... They ought to be proud of her, according to Naomi and Oliver, and yet, somehow, Stefanie suspected that wasn't quite how it was going to go.

It turned out she was right about that, as, the next day, Tracey told her, "You'll have to go play with the other babies today, I have some important meetings to attend to."

Tracey didn't even go with her, just sent her out the door in her bulky diapers and ruffled plastic pants, and a white top that barely touched her belly button when she was standing up. Immediately, she could see, and hear, the other workers whispering, giggling. "I knew it," one of them muttered to another. "I knew something was up with her!"

"I've never seen anybody that big in diapers," another snickered. "Guess it goes to show that size isn't everything."

It wasn't fair... Despite being new, she'd practically been second in command here, the one all of them were supposed to look up to - quite literally, in most cases - and now here she was, getting mocked by all of them as she toddled along, diapers already wet by the time she picked a spot and sat down, proving how right they were to make fun of her.

"Aww, somebody looks sad." Stefanie looked up - though not far - to see Meg standing there, watching her. "What's wrong, little baby?"

"D-Did you tell her?" she asked, as if she really needed to. Who else could have? She'd found the diapers in the dryer, had mentioned them to Stefanie not long before Tracey had called her into the office.

"Wow," Meg said sarcastically. "You're smarter than you look!"

"Why?!" Stefanie pouted. 

"Oh, Steffy," Meg shook her head. "For the same reason I had you start watching Naomi and Oliver... I wanted you to end up right here. Right like this." She gave Stefanie's diaper a pat, the cloth squishing slightly beneath her hand. "I really wasn't sure if it would work, but, boy, did it!"

"W-Wait," Stefanie squirmed. "Y-You did this?"

"That's right," Meg nodded. "Let me tell you a secret, Steffy... I'm actually a little. I've been working here, undercover, for a while now, trying to figure out all the secrets that your kind use to keep us here... And, once I figured it out, I realized a lot of them would work on bigger people, too, proving that littles aren't just naturally meant to be babies. But I needed some proof of that... And that's where you came in. As soon as you started volunteering to supervise the TV room, I knew you were hooked, and that Naomi and Oliver would melt your brain as badly as it does the littles you use it on."

"N-No," Stefanie frowned. "N-Naomi and Oliver just want me to be a good girl..."

"Come on, Steffy, you can't be that far gone already," Meg rolled her eyes. "You didn't even get your dose yesterday... Think about it! That show is why all the littles here act the way they do! And why you are, now, too."

Meg had to be lying, had to be making stuff up... Naomi and Oliver wouldn't hurt anyone! But she was right that Stefanie hadn't seen them yesterday, and, even though she knew she was doing her best to be good, she'd been feeling embarrassed about what was happening to her, not proud, the way she should... 

Had Meg done this to her? Had she tricked her into becoming a diaper-wetting, paci-sucking big baby?! She definitely had asked for her help that day.... But Stefanie had already been curious. Would she have ended up like this anyway, eventually, when she couldn't help herself and just had to take a peek at what the show in the TV room was?

She thought about that for a while, until the announcement that it was TV time. She tried to resist, thinking that if she could break free this much after one day, after a few more she should be able to convince Tracey that she didn't need to be put up for adoption after all... She looked down at the blocks in front of her, trying to concentrate on them, to ignore the familiar theme music coming from the other room, knowing that if she went back in there, she'd be caught even deeper in their trap, and there might be no way out...

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"My, my," Joann chuckled, stopping to peer into the crib. "You really do have one... I almost didn't believe the ad, but here she is!"

"Oh, yes," Tracey smiled, reaching in to stroke the slumber's Stefanie's padded posterior. "She's real."

"You don't see many Amazons up for adoption like this," Joann observed. "Not outside of the court system, and you never know with those..."

"You don't have to worry about anything with her," Tracey said. "Honestly, she's more well-behaved than a lot of our littles have been lately."

"I hope you'll forgive my skepticism, I just haven't..." Joann began to explain, only to stop, watching as Stefanie shifted in her crib, her bottom lifting up... And then starting to balloon outwards as she peacefully, in her sleep, filled her pants. 

"Not so skeptical now, are you?" Tracey cajoled.

"Not at all," Joann gave Stefanie's diaper a pat, feeling the fresh, warm mush squish inside, a moment before the girl moved again, curling up happily. "She's the perfect baby. I never thought I'd find anyone like her to complete my... collection, but... Yes, absolutely, I'd love to have her."

"Wonderful," Tracey grinned. "I'll go draw up the paperwork now... All you really need to know with her is that she loved Naomi and Oliver. Let her watch that show, and she'll be the sweetest baby in your nursery."

"Of course," Joann laughed softly. "They all do, don't they? Truly, I don't know how they stand it, but if it makes them happy, who am I to say no?"

"I've never been able to sit through more than a couple minutes of it," Tracey said. "I suspect most adults can't... But babies certainly do love it." She gave Stefanie's lumpy diaper one final pat, the girl burbling in her sleep, cuddling more tightly with her stuffed animals.