Illegal Immigrant CH31 - A Nightmare is Over (Patreon)

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31 - A Nightmare is Over

“Can you try saying that for me?” the Amazon calmly asked Dawn. She even slightly jutted out her head just to show how much she was sitting on the edge of her seat for a Little to validate her one-sided feelings.

Call her Mama?

And Katherine wanted to be called Mommy.

But also as an aside, just to distract the poor Little trapped in a walker for a few seconds longer, apparently even aspiring forever-mothers had different terms of endearment that they wanted to be called by their captives. Some liked mommy. Some liked mama. Dawn, meanwhile, liked first names.

“Dawn?” the Amazon repeated, commenting on the girl’s thousand yard stare. “Do you think you’re going potty?” Then she even sniffed, to boot.

“N-no,” Dawn blurted out back with a tight-lipped look. And instinctively she wanted to step back, yet the most she could do was scrape her toes across the floor. “A-and wait,” Dawn did her best to turn and look at her own predicament. “Can you please take me out of this thing?”

“You want out? Don’t all the toys right in front of you look so fun though?” the Amazon tried to tempt her again by flicking and tinkering with each of the walker-mounted trinkets for no more than half a second.

Watching the flicks with disdain, “No, they don’t…” Dawn answered truthfully, but cautiously. Nervously, she side-eyed the nanny standing off to the side, looking particularly content in the sphere of minding her own business. While the Amazon wanting to be called Mama was making Dawn play with a baby walker, Dawn herself was trying to play the game of not pissing off the giantess. “Look, I’m sorry, I think we started off on the wrong foot,” or better yet, the wrong toe. “I’m Dawn, it’s nice to meet you. And you?”

The Amazon slightly raised her eyebrows, but she smiled all the same. “Hi there, Dawn, it’s very nice to meet you, sweetheart.” That’s a bad sign. “You can call me Mama.” Ah, an even worse sign. All the same, maybe Dawn was just the fool for thinking she could negotiate from a baby walker.

The Little cleared her throat. “F-first, uhm…” was it okay to ask? “Can you please take me out of this thing?” Dawn asked.

“No? You don’t wanna sit in it?” the Amazon frowned a bit. “Are you already tired?” and to the strange giant’s credit, she lifted Dawn out, setting the girl on her padded bum.

What was Dawn even supposed to say at this point? She wasn’t being adopted, that was for certain. Though, she probably couldn’t go telling that to the person who clearly and unnervingly had their eyes on her. Go along with this? Was that the plan? Just to avoid causing any incidents?

“Th…thank you…” Dawn said, keeping her eyes just beneath the woman’s, lest eye contact somehow initiate something dangerous. “So, you…–”

“Mama?” the Amazon interrupted her asking.

Dawn blinked.

“S-sorry?”

“Mama, honey. Can you try calling me that? Ma-ma. Just like that,” she encouraged.

Was she really not letting this go? Just to humor this batshit dimension’s prejudice for just a modicum of a second, how is it considered normal to have kids you haven’t even adopted yet start calling you Mommy or Daddy?

Is this really that big of a fucking deal…?

Trying not to sigh, and curling her toes, Dawn finally gave in.

“Ma-ma,” Dawn repeated, though just as over-enunciated as the Amazon herself said it.

And somehow the words hit the woman like a straight injection of euphoria the way she smiled and giggled. “Good job! You’re a very good listener!”

All she did was exhale through her nose.

“Dawn, honey, are you maybe a little nervous right now?” she asked pointedly and without restraint, because even privacy with her feelings were off the table.. “Maybe a little shy?”

“I…” she was nervous, technically, but speaking her truth was fuel for misinterpreting it for something else. “No, I’m not.”

“You’re not?” she asked rhetorically, putting on a bit of feigned surprise. “You must be extra brave then, huh? Can you show me how brave you are by telling me about all the things you like to do?”

“Read books.” Dawn didn’t need a second to think. “Writing.”

“What about playing with toys?” the Amazon asked, and in Dawn’s mind, politely implied that she didn’t care much for the adult things that Dawn liked.

“No, not really, I guess.”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded with a hum of doubt. “You said you like reading, right? So that must mean you like it when it’s quiet too, huh?”

Any common ground felt like a trap, but with not much else to say and finding it far harder to make up exhausting lies over speaking inconsequential truths, “...Yeah, I guess I do.”

And the Amazon chuckled with glee. “I thought so! Peace and quiet is so nice, isn’t it? Big and crowded places can be just so noisy!”

“Yeah,” Dawn glanced over at the curtain covering the doorway, listening in on the muffled commotion, “that’s true.”

“Where I live it’s nice, calm and quiet,” the Amazon calmly explained. “There’s lots of trees around my house, so you can always open a door or window and listen to the birds chirping.”

“That’s nice… So you like nature?” Was she actually chatting with this woman?

“I much prefer it over being someplace like the city,” she said. “It just feels too stuffy and all blegh, doesn’t it?”

“Both are fine, I guess…” But if Dawn took a second to consider, this dimension overall did seem a bit more “green” than back home. She had yet to see anything like woods or actual forest, though. Not that she’d be sticking around for that long.

“It’s nice and calm where I live, but since I’m all alone, it can kinda get lonely sometimes. Do you ever feel that way, honey? Like sometimes you just want somebody to give you a nice big hug or hold onto?”

Ah. Projecting our loneliness, I see.

“Sure. I’m sure I’ve felt that way before, but no, I do have people,” Dawn carefully, but clearly stated. “People I’m trying to get back to.” And it absolutely was not Katherine and James… Good riddance.

And the woman’s eyebrows creased, like her heart had just been broken.

“And did those people love you lots, Dawn?”

“...Yes, they did.” She had no reason to be honest, yet saying it aloud felt oddly therapeutic. “And I love them a lot too. Which is why I need to go home.” Home. As long as she didn’t elaborate she wasn’t breaking any rules, right?

“Loving and being loved is a very nice feeling, isn’t it?” the Amazon offered her another low-hanging fruit.

“Uh-huh, it is.”

“And you must also be wondering: ‘why is this nice lady I’ve never met before talking so much to me right now?’” she mimicked the totally accurate kid-sounding voice in Dawn’s brain.

But alas, no not really. I know exactly why you’re talking to me and it’s creeping me the fuck out…

Dawn chose not to respond.

“Sweetheart,” Mama took a surprising initiative and reached out for Dawn, who tried not to jump out of her own skin when she essentially just let it happen to her. It suddenly ended with the Little in the Amazon’s lap, sinking between her legs and back into her body like she was an all-enveloping cushion. “I wanna make you the happiest, most loved little girl you deserve to be. Everyday will be easy and stress-free! Doesn’t that sound so nice?”

To an overworked employee seeking a vacation? Yes, maybe. To a foreigner on an overstayed visa trying to get back to her own dimension?

Hardly.

She squirmed uncomfortably when the Amazon nonchalantly flipped the front of her skirt, stretching the waistband of her diaper like she was researching something.

“And we will most definitely get you diapers better than these…”

Better? What made diapers better to an Amazon if they weren’t the one wearing them? What, being able to go longer times without changing? Or in other words, Dawn being able to sit in her own waste for ten hours instead of two?

“Uhm…” Maybe it was a mistake to make any noise at all. “No…that’s…fine. I…like them thin…” Did that sound convincing enough? And only if she could hear herself right now. Dawn, the supposed proprietor of panties, discussing diapers like they were her mainstay.

“I think it’s gonna be a whole lot of fun getting to try new things!” the Amazon nodded assuringly, and Dawn was fighting knee-jerk responses.

And unfortunately in the midst of all the madness, Dawn’s bladder was finally getting up to speed, yet again making for horrible timing. Then again, it never really felt like there was a good time to wet a diaper… She slightly shifted, tucking in her leg some.

“Uh-oh, is that what I think it is?” the Amazon gave her a knowing smile.

A sixth sense on the Little was starting to make her unnerved. “W…what?”

“Urna did say you were new…” the Amazon murmured more to herself, like using an adult tone while speaking was an entirely foreign language in front of a toddler or Little. “That must mean you’re still getting used to diapers, huh?”

“No, I’m not, because I don’t need them,” Dawn spat back without a filter. Something she probably wouldn’t have said if the accusation itself didn’t irk her so much.

“Do all the other Littles have potty anxiety like her?” the Amazon suddenly asked the idling nanny. It was casual, like Dawn needing diapers was like chatting about the weather.

“P-potty anxiety?” Dawn asked incredulously. “What are you–?”

“It depends on the kind of home that they come from,” the nanny explained, interrupting Dawn by simply speaking with an Amazon voice. “Right now we think Dawn’s just adjusting to some dietary changes.”

“I-it’s not about my diet!” Dawn, who couldn’t keep her mouth shut, shouted back.

“Do you need more hugs, is that what’s wrong?” the Amazon chuckled as she lightly bounced the Little in her lap. Before Dawn knew it the woman had her by the wrists, swinging and dancing her arms like she was a puppet as she bounced. “Does someone wanna play horsey? Ba-dun! Ba-dun! Ba-dun!” she mimicked the gallops of a horse while Dawn was powerless to her whims like a newborn.

The room was just the Amazon’s crude horse sound effects and the crinkle of Dawn’s diaper. Though all the movement was starting to make her feel discomfort and her bladder even more full.

“Please stop…!” Dawn begged, but the leg she saddled kept on bouncing and her hands kept on flailing.

“It’s a long way to the station, sweetie!” the Amazon chuckled. “Bun-da-da-dun-bun-da-da-dun-bun-da-da-dun…!”

Her tactic was annoyingly effective, because the longer she bounced the more and more discomfort Dawn could feel. She squirmed and tried to wrench free, but it was totally and utterly impossible. All her struggles did was make her need to pee even more, and unfortunately she hit her limit.

A warm spurt broke loose just as a blush leaked all over her face. The horsey ride didn’t stop as she soaked the diaper, suddenly squishing into something wet and moistened over and over now with every bounce. It went from crinkles to squishes as the Little grimaced from the gross feeling.

“Ah! I think we made it to the station!” And the bouncing finally stopped. Dawn felt a stranger’s hand slip underneath her skirt and press against her warm front. After a sound of approval, she asked, “Did you like that? Does somebody wanna play horsey some more?”

“No…!” Dawn grit her teeth, trying to fight the embarrassment. Somehow, someway, Amazons kept on finding new ways to torture and humiliate her. Making her wet herself on an imaginary horse was now one of them.

“Maybe some tummy time, then?” the Amazon openly mused, like a mother trying to discern a newborn’s needs, and gingerly lifted the girl off her lap and laid her down on her stomach.

How much longer do I have to deal with this woman…?!

“Excuse me?” Both Dawn and the Amazon looked up at the nanny now standing beside them. Naturally, the nanny ignored Dawn though as she spoke to the fellow grownup. “We just had snacktime, but Ms. Urna thought you might be interested…”

Dawn watched her offer a baby bottle of white substance to the woman on her knees, who couldn’t have looked more overjoyed.

“O-of course!” she stammered like a nervous schoolgirl. The moment she stepped outside her mommy fantasy with Dawn, she was apparently an introvert on short battery. There was no asking this time, as Dawn laying on her front was short lived when the Amazon collected her like a sack of potatoes. Soon she was cradled in the Amazon’s arms, nuzzled against her massive bosom like it was a large pillow.

“Is somebody hungry? Hmm?” the Amazon teased, holding out the bottle, and like it was staring down the barrel of a gun, Dawn nervously looked straight at the silicone nipple. The massive bottle fit comfortably in the woman’s hand, but to Dawn it seemed near double the size of a regular water bottle. All that milk…? For her…?

“I-I’m okay…really…” Dawn nervously tried to refuse, but the bottle edged closer and closer.

“Come on…” she calmly coaxed, then slightly wiggled it, as if it’d somehow tempt her to the idea even more. “Do it for Mama; show me what a good girl you can be~!”

It came closer and closer until the moment Dawn opened her mouth again to protest, it’d be her last. The nipple would go right in and she knew it wouldn’t be coming out. Just like now, laying in a giant’s arms, about to be force-fed milk, it was all sickeningly inevitable.

While she quivered, reluctantly, Dawn opened her mouth, and silicone filled the outsides of her mouth. She bit, chewed and squeezed the bulb, feeling the spurts of lukewarm milk come out. It was tiring and exhausting just trying to work the rubber teat over and over again, and it certainly didn’t help with “Mama’s” encouragement.

“That’s right…get it all down…” she cooed, and Dawn tried to ignore and go through the motions. And as if she were sucking on the woman’s breast directly, the Amazon sighed like it wasn’t just silicon that Dawn was nursing from.

The moment was uncomfortably long, and silent, for the most part. No more noise other than Dawn’s own suckles and the muted sounds of the other prospective “parents” shopping for their own captive. But if it wasn’t Dawn’s mouth getting tired, it was her belly getting full. Was everyone else getting stuck with milk right now like she was? Did they not just have an actual snack? Intentionally Dawn was slowing down her flow, but she didn’t anticipate the one holding the bottle to her mouth noticing so quickly.

“Uh-oh, are we getting full?” she softly cooed.

“If possible, we usually prefer for them to get it all down,” the nanny chimed in, and Dawn wished she would promptly butt out. Not that it mattered though, since every Amazon in this dimension seemed to tout an all-or-nothing kind of mantra; from cleaning your plate to finishing your milk, and of course, making full use of your diaper… Whether the nanny doubled down on force-feeding Dawn, she didn’t expect the woman cradling her to do anything different.

And like all expectations, Dawn’s were once again upset. The chance to protest was given when Dawn’s mouth was suddenly unobstructed by the Amazon pulling the half-full bottle away.

“They just ate though, didn’t they?” the Amazon asked the nanny. “I’d rather not give her an upset tummy…”

And instead of pushback, the nanny simply smiled and nodded. Dawn, still surprised that an Amazon (on some unspoken level) listened to her, fluttered her lashes as she blinked down at the Little. “Too much of a yummy thing’s no good for no one, huh?”

“R-right…” Dawn answered, shifting in the woman’s grip. The Little was lifted upright, expecting the floor, but was draped over the self-proclaimed Mama’s shoulder like a dishtowel. And a soft, yet firm palm patted Dawn on the back. She turned her head, starting to question the act, but a repeated pat made her realize what was happening.

You can’t be serious…

Pat. Pat. Pat.

“Uh-m…I don’t really need a–” Belch. A small burp came as involuntarily as her bodily fluids did under the influence of spiked drinks and food. A small burn of spit-up was sitting at the bottom of her throat and she desperately swallowed. Burped me…she fucking burped me…!

“Good job!” the woman sang, and finally put her back down on her bum. “You’re so well-behaved! And do you know what good boys and girls get?”

Free rides back to their dimension?

“Treats!” she said with her hands already fishing into her purse, leaving Dawn to watch skeptically. She was allowed to override the nanny’s opinion on bottles, she could use this private room all for themselves, and now she was just giving handouts right in front of the staff? Dawn glanced over at the nanny standing idly by the side, watching, but silent.

Finally the Amazon pulled out their gift, and while Dawn was hardly expecting it, she wasn’t quite caught off guard either…

“Can you tell me what kind of animal this is?” the woman patiently asked, holding out a ball of fluff in front of Dawn. It wasn’t a live one she’d just been stowing away, mind you. Rather it was a collection of fluffy swirls amassed like a giant ball with just a black face protruded and escaping from the mass of white. Four floppy legs dangled like noodles as the creature smiled at Dawn, trying to seduce her with childish depictions and an unquestionably soft appearance.

“A sheep?” Dawn didn’t play dumb, nor did she play cute either. She hadn’t been anything but straight since the start (barring a few omissions of important facts), which is why she was questioning the stuffed animal right in front of her.

“That’s right!” the Amazon exclaimed in a way that sounded like genuine surprise. Like she thought Dawn would’ve legitimately struggled to distinguish her birdies from her froggies. “And now it’s your sheep!” she said excitedly, setting it down right in Dawn’s lap.

She awkwardly squeezed the sides, finding that it was indeed as soft and squishy as it looked, pleasantly so. The legs were limp, floppy, and clearly garnish for the main squeeze that its torso was. But the fact Dawn was being given anything clearly meant that she was being considered an investment, which she knew wouldn’t be panning out for the Amazon.

At least save this for a slave that you’re going to get to keep…

“I appreciate the gift,” Dawn slowly started, but that alone was enough to widen the woman’s smile. “But,” and somehow that didn’t make her joy wane whatsoever. “Are you, uh…sure you want to give me something like this? O-only because I mean, there’s still time to meet…er, other Littles, you know?”

Finally she said something that took the smile off the Amazon’s face. She tilted her head with a creased expression. “Why would I wanna meet other Littles, sweetheart?”

Dawn blinked. “To see if…you wanted to kid–...adopt someone else?”

And if the circumstances hadn’t been difficult enough already…

“But I want you, Dawn.” She said it plain as day, only smiling a second after. “Sweetie, I want to be your mama, and no one else’s,” she emphasized again, and Dawn was certainly feeling the crushing pressure.

Does every Amazon seriously imprint like this? How can they be so self-centered to just “decide” something like that in the span of half an hour?!

“And now what I really wanna know is~,” she chuckled as she leaned in. “What name do you think they should have?”

To that effect, for the rest of the afternoon, totally monopolized by this woman, a game of cat and mouse began. Questions seeking answers, and Dawn trying to bide her time.

Waiting for a rescue.

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The visiting Amazons had come and gone. Just like that. And Dawn was still stuck in the orphanage to tell the tale, quite thankfully. The woman only known as “Mama,” better dubbed as Mamazon, when Dawn had a few moments to think about it was yet another perplexing character. She was “nice” in her own way, but with obvious motives, given how brazenly she wore them on her sleeves.

Mamazon was hurtfully surprised when the attending nanny interrupted their “bonding” to inform her that the visiting time was up. Dawn was just glad to finally be free. More offers had been made to give Dawn a chance to “play” in the walker, which she briskly refused.

But above all else, what Dawn didn’t like was the Mamazon’s parting words.

“Mama promises we’ll see each other tomorrow, okay?”

Words of supposed comfort. If only they didn’t cause the exact opposite for the Little. But at least for today the moment was done and over with. Now she stared at the door to Urna’s office, watching the nanny who held her use their free fist to knock on the door.

“Ms. Urna? I brought Dawn to see you!”

“Come in!” Urna called back from inside, and the pair entered the office. Sure enough the woman was at her desk, scanning away at papers bundled in a manilla folder for only a second longer before offering a satisfied smile squarely at Dawn. “Don’t you look nice and comfy!”

Comfort wasn’t the right word, which is why Dawn didn’t speak on it. But her escort sure did.

“Uh-huh,” the woman nodded. “Dawn here had a nice and yummy dinner,” correction: steamed carrots and microwaved mac & cheese did not constitute ‘yummy food’. “Then she had a nice warm bath~!” A sore and sorrowful reminder that she had no hair any longer down below. At least it wasn’t a tub shared with anyone else. “And now she’s in some cozy jammies for bedtime!” Striped ladybug footie pajamas, with you guessed it– a diaper underneath all that to boot. Sure she was groomed, and yes, the clothing was soft. But constrictions, oppressions and belittlement were far from “comfy”.

“Well,” Urna raised her brows, “as nice as all that sounds, I’m sure that on top of just about everything else today has put Dawn through quite a busy day! I can take over from here,” she reached out for the Little, taking her from the nanny and sending her out. “Did you have a chance to nap today?”

“In the car…” Dawn admitted. “But we need to talk. The nannies. O-one of them used some kind of cream on my crotch…” the Little said quite crudely, considering how annoyed and violated it made her feel just to think on it. “It was hair removal cream. Cream that I did not in any way, shape, or form know about or agree to! My hair is gone because of her!”

“I’m sure that was very surprising, that’s standard for our nannies here,” Urna lightly explained with a gentle bounce from her knee. “It’s the farthest thing from hygienic to mix pee or poo with hair. Hair down there is a big no-no when you’re in diapers…”

“Diapers that I don’t need?”

“Diapers nonetheless,” Urna corrected with seeming indifference. “But I understand that must have scared and surprised you quite a bit. I’m sorry that wasn’t explained to you from the start.”

Like an apology made the hairs grow back any faster. Christ, she wouldn’t mind being clean-shaven if it was by her own doing or wasn’t in a dimension that justified that sort of thing for the sake of diapers…! “It’s whatever…” Dawn mumbled, which couldn’t be farther from the truth. “And the doctor’s– they took my feet and hand prints for some reason.”

“Did they?” Urna asked, putting on another show of surprise. “That’s something all Littles have done when they see a doctor for the first time, don’t worry.”

“What?” Dawn frowned. “I just saw a different doctor just a few days ago, and she didn’t do anything like that to me.”

With an adamant pat on the now-closed folder atop her desk, Urna said,  “And that’s why I’m so glad we could get you an appointment on such short notice. Did you have a nice time meeting Tanya today?”

“Was that her name?” Dawn asked a question that’d already been answered.  “She was interesting. But she obviously wants something I’m not giving her,” Dawn finished by crossing her arms, then thought twice about who she was speaking with. “Or– that I can’t. Because I’m going home. Why did you even make me meet her anyway? Anyone, for that matter?” Originally Urna explained partaking in these things as keeping up appearances, but disappointing potential customers as an expense just felt like bad optics, regardless of the morality of what was going on here.

Yet Urna’s reasoning only doubled down. “Well Dawn, it’s because we have to show everyone else that we’re playing fair. Remember what I said? You’re just like every other Little that gets carried in through these doors. That’s also why the nannies here treat you just like all your other friends.”

“They’re not friends,” Dawn corrected simply. Just similar people suffering in similar circumstances. “Have you made any progress?”

And all Urna did was smile in the midst of silence. Only broken by the crinkles coming from underneath the Little’s PJ’s.

“I promised you I’d follow up, didn’t I?”

Dawn was lifted and turned in place before being plopped back down on the larger woman’s leg, facing her computer screen whilst she pulled up an email on her computer screen. It was a long block of text that was a bit much for Dawn to read while sitting on someone else, but it didn’t matter when Urna started reading for her.

Urna,

Thank you again for reaching out about this. Frankly, undocumented Portal Littles slipping through the cracks have started to become a concerning issue as of late… We’ve gone from a small handful of cases in the past few years to now a low double digits. It breaks my heart to be hearing all these Portal Littles are ending up misplaced…

I’ve received Dawn’s documents that you’ve sent digitally and started a case file for her. Once we have an official submission and approval from the main office you’ll have the greenlight to get her situated. And although unique circumstances, for the sake of Dawn and avoiding unnecessary stress and wasted time, there won’t be a need for visitation from LPS. The work your institution does for all the less fortunate Littles out there is truly inspiring. Thank you again, and you can expect a final approval from me in the morning.

Have a wonderful night,

Isabella P.

Then beneath the typed signature was a digital one of intricate loops and tapering squiggles, right beside a circular emblem of pixelated gold and heavy bold lettering.

LPS

“Wait, so she already had my information…?” Dawn digested the contents, mostly glad, but still with slight confusion. She was happy. Excited, even, but…slightly off? Maybe because it wasn’t spelled out explicitly that she was being shipped off to the portal come tomorrow.

“That nice nanny who took you to the doctor’s today actually dropped off a folder telling me all about you,” Urna explained, and Dawn glanced at the desk, understanding why the color manilla seemed so familiar now.

But even being hours after the fact was suddenly giving the girl whiplash. “You already sent it and they responded?” Pardon her disbelief and skepticism, but since when did any institution or organization have a turnaround of less than half a day? Big gears didn’t tend to spin quickly, after all.

“I told you that I had lots of friends, didn’t I?” Urna chuckled with her hands on Dawn’s waist.

Sitting there, staring at the screen over and over again from top to bottom had her stomach hatching a colony of butterflies. “So…what was all this for then? If-if no one is coming to see me?”

The image of the email disappeared before Dawn’s eyes when the window shrunk into nothingness. “I certainly did not want to make any promises I couldn’t keep,” Urna simply explained with a hand waving around her mouse. “So I was getting ready to have an LPS agent come to visit, but it turns out that wasn’t necessary! Usually these things take a bit longer, but I guess it’s extra important to LPS that all Portal Littles are taken home quickly and swiftly.”

And just hearing her words flooded Dawn’s chest with an intoxicating rush of air. A weight she couldn’t even recognize was suddenly pulled away. The snug diaper around her hips fell to the wayside when her weightless shoulders could flex and roll again.

“S-so that’s…” it was a bad omen, given how in the thick of it she still was, quite literally, given when she crinkled, but it was hard to stop her smile. The same grin that over and over again had been tested and tempered into a gesture only seen so few and far between now. “W-wow… S-so,” she looked up at the Amazon, reluctantly with a hope she couldn’t keep down anymore. “T-tomorrow then? Already?” Need it be said how in disbelief she was?

“Assuming we can trust my friend, tomorrow is correct!” Urna patted Dawn on the head, and the euphoria of just an end in sight made the Little practically numb to whatever belittling gesture was forced onto her.

She exhaled and blinked, trying not to laugh. Was it really that easy? That painless? Painless because of how effortless everything now seemed in the grand scheme of things… A little humiliation? Assault? Violated, stripped, teased, tortured and subjected to belittling infantilization? Miniscule. Mere specs like the pages Urna was minimizing on her screen. Made infinitely smaller by the sheer magnitude of simply going home. Back to her dimension where none of this will matter any more.

Her home. Her family. Her friends. Her boyfriend. She was supposed to be skeptical, but proof of progress was something no one had ever shown her up until now. James and Katherine talked all they pleased, but they never had anything to show for their efforts. Not like Urna, who could turn the world upside down for her in the matter of a single day…!

Dawn, who was on the edge of her seat– edge of Urna’s leg, more aptly, asked, “So do I just get a pass or something to go through the portal? How’s that gonna work?” Ugh, and her bed…! Just getting to sleep on a mattress without bars; her mattress, no less!

Out of sight, Urna tilted her head with a curious tone, “A pass? Oh, well…mm…there’ll be paperwork, but nothing you’ll need to handle, don’t worry! Every step of the way you’ll have someone to help you.”

“Right…okay…good…” Dawn nodded earnestly and without a spec of sarcasm for once. “...For getting me home, Urna, really…thank you.”

The Amazon chuckled before speaking out in a soothing voice, “Awh, sweetheart, there’s no need to thank me. This is my job, honey.”

But Dawn slightly shook her head. “N-no…really. I mean it. I…I guess I get that this dimension is the way that it is, or– I may not agree with any of it, but there’s good people in it, which I’m glad to see…” Call her melodramatic, because she was, but this kind of deed to a stranded foreigner like her was priceless.

“And it is also my job to make sure you and all my other charges are only surrounded by kind and caring people,” Urna affirmed with another pat. “And don’t worry: we’ll make sure your stuffie stays with you on your way out.”

Dawn did blink twice at that mention. When did Urna hear about that? “Er, right…” Fine, whatever. Maybe she would take it back home. Like a sick and twisted souvenir. Fat chance. Maybe take it back just to burn it in a fire pit as final closure to this entire nightmare. It would burn all the trauma she’s collected since getting here… On the same note, she couldn’t imagine herself getting to wear anything particularly mature before going between the orphanage and the portal back home. That’d be tough to endure… Yet frankly, it was but one of many trials and tribulations she’s needed to endure. And to think, it all came to a close tomorrow. Maybe ditch the diaper in the airport bathroom, or something… Or wait, how was she going to get it off on her own? The tapes were too strong, after all… Heck, discarding a diaper now was the least of her problems, and for once that felt like a good thing.

“Does that sound all good to you, though?” Urna asked. “I hope this helps you feel better.”

Like doing drugs. “Yes…it feels really good. Thank you, Urna.” And no thanks to James and Katherine. Blah-blah, maybe good intentions here or there, but what she wanted most from them they were far too inactive and disingenuous with doing. Best of luck to them, but so long and see you never, so to speak.

A knock on Urna’s door broke up the moment.

“Ms. Urna? It’s Veronica~!” the nanny sang.

“Come in, we were just wrapping up!” Urna called her in.

“Ah-!” Veronica’s digit excitedly pointed at the Little diapered and jammied. “I thought there was a little ladybug I was supposed to come collect!”

“Yes, and perfect timing,” Urna stood with Dawn held out by her hands. “The plan is for Dawn to be leaving tomorrow. My LPS friend came through for us.”

“Did they now?” Veronica gently exchanged for Dawn with a curious look at her boss, putting on a wide smile as she sashayed her hips, rocking Dawn from side to side.

“Yes they did,” Urna nodded again. “But I think that’s enough for tonight. I’m worried Dawn might not be able to get to sleep with all that excitement in her head now.”

“I think you might be right…” Dawn murmured with a steady spritz of jitters and jolts, leading both Amazons to laugh.

“Nothing some milk can’t help with,” Veronica pulled Dawn against her hip. “Now let’s say beddie-bye to Ms. Urna before we go!”

“Night, Urna,” Dawn said simply, though with gratitude, even in spite of the childish encouragement from Veronica.

“Goodnight, Dawn,” Urna waved with a satisfied smile. A pleased look. The face of someone who felt that their job had been done perfectly and flawlessly.

They departed down the hall.

Without a word, Dawn could feel her crotch being deliberately squeezed by Veronica’s hand.

“Dry,” Veronica stated, and nothing else. No expectations. No question and answer. Just statements, like her observations needed to be vocalized.

Dawn continued to ride her wave of giddiness in order to dodge the clashing current of babying, which was somehow still holding out. All the way to the dreaded nursery on rental where she went into the crib without a complaint. After all, it was her last night in it. Though she wasn’t daring enough to grab the stupid sheep that was already waiting for her in the crib, mind you.

It was silly, but Dawn still had a tiny dumb smile she couldn’t wipe off her face. Her head was filled with just about a thousand different things that she wanted to do the very minute she crossed back into her world. Call her boyfriend, her parents, her friends, her school…get a burger, eat pizza, sit in a normal chair…! Or, before all that, maybe figure out some adult clothes…

“Somebody really did get bitten by the excitement bug, huh?” Veronica giggled down at Dawn, resting her arms over the crib railing. She dropped a bottle of milk, as promised, onto the mattress.

“...Thank you for grabbing me back then, Veronica.”

“Hm?”

“For taking me here…” Dawn expressed with her cheek already against her pillow. “In a roundabout way I guess it all worked out, so I’m grateful for you making that possible…”

And there was a hanging moment of silence, before Veronica startled to giggle and laugh. “I suppose that’s one way to look at it!”

One way indeed, but it was the way that Dawn on her victory lap of thanks and compliments wanted to go. Hell, maybe in some divine way the Amazon responsible for making her bush become an empty canvas had some gratitude owed as well. Either way, it was all finally coming to an end soon.

“But Dawn?” Veronica softly caught her attention one last time. “It’s never about what me, Ms. Urna, the other nannies, or any other grown-up did or is responsible for.” She stretched out her finger, chuckling. “It’s all about you, honey. It’s about what you did. So when you feel fuzzy and good and think about all the things you’ve done, been through, seen, heard, or have to look forward to, just remember! It’s all because of you. Okay?”

It was the closest thing to a heart to heart Dawn could think of having with someone, maybe other than Katherine and James to some twisted degree.

But while she didn’t totally get it, the words certainly felt sincere. “Right…thanks, Veronica.”

“No, silly, thank you!” she corrected with another laugh, then finally turned off the lights. “Sleep tight, cutie-bum!”

And finally, the end was nigh, just like Dawn’s final act of grace from attempting to suckle down a bottle of milk that didn’t taste as bad this time, interestingly enough. Call it the golden carrot on a stick, but she didn’t mind playing along with the rules one last time if it meant avoiding hiccups.

A nightmare had finally come to an end.