The Big-Three-Five (Diaper Dimension)

A story for Daymare

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"Why don't you ask him out?" Rachel asked.

"Oh," Mai chuckled, "He wouldn't have me."

"I heard he likes Asian girls."

"Stop it!" Mai whispered, turning to see that Brad was approaching their spot by the water cooler.

"What are you two whispering about over here?"

"Nothing."

"Mai was going to ask you out."

"Rachel!"

He blinked and looked between them.

"Oh… Well, there's that river thing on this weekend?"

"Really?"

"Sure? Is it a date?"

Mai beamed.

"It's a date."

"I'll text you the details," he said, then left.

Mai turned to watch him go, her jaw slack.

"Rachel!"

"What?? It worked out didn't it?"

"Fine."

"What do you say?"

Mai rolled her eyes.

"Thank you."

She glanced over to see that Rachel was beaming, and for a moment she wondered if it was because she'd just gotten to talk to Mai like an adult talking to a child. But no, she was only two foot taller than Mai and not even six foot. She couldn't be the type of person to think like that.

"Well, so much for your worry about being a spinster at thirty five."

"There's still time for him to dump me before my birthday."

"Why would he? I told you, he likes Asian girls."

Mai made a face. There was more to it than some fetishization of her looks, they'd always gotten along at work events.

"Well," she said, feeling a familiar potty dance coming along and looking for the bathroom door, "We'll see."

"Are you serious? It's only been ten minutes since you went before."

"I didn't really go before, and just drank a lot of water!"

Rachel rolled her eyes.

"Littles."

Mai shot her another glance, but she didn't seem to be serious.

"I've really gotta go," she said, and began half hopping her way past beige cubicle walls.

"Of course. Little fire hydrant coming through!

"Rachel!"

"What?" she laughed while throwing her hands up defensively, "I got you a date didn't I? Maybe somebody will have some diapers."

"Rachel!!" she practically hissed. "You shouldn't say that around Littles!"

"Oh it's fine. It's not like you wear diapers. Do you…?"

"No!" Mai hissed, and raced into the bathroom.

When she emerged several minutes later, she found Rachel by the sink and checking her makeup in the mirror.

"You waited?"

"Eh. Better than doing work."

She wasn't sure if she imagined Rachel's eyes darting down to her skirt. Did she really think she’d find something? Well, let her look, because it was completely dry of course!

Mai marched past and washed her hands. As she glanced up, she frowned and leaned towards the mirror, then poked at her cheek. The office bathroom had a steady white light which seemed to highlight every flaw, and after a moment she was sure of it.

"Urgh, I think I have a wrinkle."

Beside her, Rachel laughed.

"We all get wrinkles Mai."

"Not me. Haven't you ever seen the meme about how Asian women don't age?"

Rachel turned and looked down at her co-worker.

"People say that Littles don't age, Mai."

"Oh yeah, but I meant-"

“You’ve got both bases covered anyway,” Rachel said with a lazy wave, “With all the benefits. Though I think you can tell when a Little is older if you really try.”

Mai blushed, and guessed that Rachel was thinking of Littles dressed the same at a particular age. The kind like those ‘twins’ she’d seen at lunch, who were both dressed in short lilac Barney dresses, whose faces were mostly hidden behind huge pacifier shields and matching bangs, and who were each in a firm handhold from their giant ‘Mommy’, whose giant bust was distracting enough to not look too closely at the Littles. Though it only took a glance to notice that they were both dressed in thick disposable diapers.

"Well, thanks."

"For what?"

Mai glared down at the tiled floor.

"For saying that I don't have any signs of aging, though you didn't mean to."

"You're welcome."

Mai frowned and held her tongue.

"Yeah, well, I do have a wrinkle."

Rachel shrugged. "Maybe just get plastic surgery."

"Oh I couldn't. That's so expensive, and it just covers up the problem anyway."

"Well, there's always those regression machines. They can supposedly even rewrite your DNA."

Mai gulped. As a Little she steered extra well clear of anything related to regression. It was part of why, as she approached her thirty fifth birthday, she hadn’t worn diapers since she was the correct age to - at least by her reckoning. There were some in the world who insisted that anybody like Mai belonged in diapers and a nursery, and they were very successful in enforcing that belief, given their massive size advantage. Rachel wasn’t quite six foot tall, why couldn’t she see it?

"Though," Rachel continued, tapping her chin, "If you didn't want to pay for it, the only option would be to get arrested and sent to rejuv rehabilitation or something."

"No thanks."

"Of course. So you'll just have to settle for having a wrinkle, just like the rest of us.”

Mai made a face. There had to be another way. Could she sneak in somehow to use one of those machines for free?

---

Mai stood up on her tippy toes, and watched the flashes of the photocopier go by beneath the lid. Thirty one. Thirty two. Thirty three. Copying thirty five pages had just reminded her of her age, and it was so close to her birthday now.

The machine beeped, and she flipped it open to collect her original page, and then scooped up her stack of boring paperwork. She never imagined that this would be her life. By now she was supposed to have a house, be married, and-

She paused as she passed the window, and found herself looking into a nearby apartment tower which was all old fashioned brick. A woman was dressing a Little, and, to Mai’s surprise, she was pulling real panties up the girl’s legs.

Well, even from a distance Mai could see that they were bright pink panties with some kind of rainbow pattern on them, but still! That wasn’t a diaper. There was no diaper or changing table in the room which Mai could see. What was going on?

A moment later the woman pulled a short dress over the Little’s head, and the hints that Mai had gotten about her being a tiny woman were quickly masked.

But still, real panties!

The giantess looked over her handiwork, then she leaned down and pointed to her cheek, and the girl got up on her toes to deliver a kiss. The dress was a stupid little empire-waisted thing, and it rode up revealing the girl’s panties, but Mai confirmed that she hadn’t just dreamed of what she saw. A Little allowed to wear panties by a Big. That was practically a luxury.

Well, Mai reminded herself with a blush, she wore normal panties every day, actual adult designs too, and had to stop doubting that she’d made it. She was in her mid thirties and was doing fine, and if anything people would be less likely to adopt her now that she had a wrinkle. It kind of made her sad, she supposed, before pushing such a ridiculous thought from her head. But it would be nice if somebody wanted-

She paused. Oh no. What if Brad didn't like her wrinkle? What if, like Rachel had said, he liked Asian girls, with a heavy emphasis on girls. It was a little skeevy, but she still wanted to be with him, and it was a basically womanly fact that she should avoid wrinkles. Well, maybe he didn't even think like that. And there was nothing unusual about wanting to avoid wrinkles for anybody.

“Lost in a day dream?”

Mai blinked, and turned to find Josh Richardson approaching.

“N-No,” she said, “Just thinking about work.”

“Uh huh,” he said, and paused to look out the window. Mai tensed, but then realized that from his height he probably couldn’t see into that apartment, even as he stooped over with his hands in his pockets. She risked a glance out, and saw the woman and her ‘daughter’ were leaving anyway.

“So, are you planning anything for your birthday?”

Mai blinked. How did he know…?

“N-No. Might just go see family.”

It was an easy lie. In truth she didn’t really speak to her family. Not since they’d realized that she wasn’t going to grow any more, and wasn’t even a short Betweener like them, and they'd made several attempts to put her back into diapers. They’d said that they were doing it for her own good before somebody else did, but she’d heard her Mom on the phone talking about how she missed her baby girl and would soon have her back…

“Well,” Josh said, “If you want to do anything, let me know.”

She nodded, and quietly gulped. Josh was a total pervert, and she had no doubt that if she did anything with him, she’d be in diapers with a vibrator strapped to the front in no time, crying out from her crib for a change from 'Daddy.' He earned enough that he could keep her that way too.  Nobody cared either that their old boss had ended up that way after a visit from their CEO and a shoe malfunction which had revealed her as a Little. Sure she was a bit of a hard-ass but you had to be as a Little! Now she was learning manners and putting on ballet shows, last Mai had heard.

"I'll think about it," she lied, and quickly pushed on.

She returned to her desk and pushed the stack of papers in front of her. Thirty five identical forms to fill out by hand. All because the company's processes were too old fashioned to use a computer for this part.

As she ticked off identical boxes and looked over words which she had to copy three dozen times, her mind drifted back to what she'd seen at the window. That 'girl' had been 'allowed' to wear panties. Sure it was still demeaning, and she hadn't even dressed herself, but it looked far less disgusting than the usual sort of regression. At least she wouldn’t be filling out forms all afternoon in a mind-numbing job. Was being treated as an ‘older kid' maybe not so bad?

Mai solded herself as she caught such ridiculous notions going through her head, and not for the first time today. First she'd wanted somebody big to chase her even though she had a wrinkle, and now she was outright thinking about regression being preferable. The grass was always greener on the other side, she supposed, though in this case she knew well that it wasn't, and that filling her diapers once would be infinitely worse than filling a thousand forms.

But then what if she didn't actually have to wear diapers or anything, and got to be an ‘older’ adoptee? She bit her lip as she realized that she was going back through the same thoughts again. The upcoming big Three Five was really doing a number on her head. She didn't want to be somebody’s 'girl,' she was sure of it! She just needed to get rid of this wrinkle, and to feel like her normal self again.

And, well, maybe if things worked out with Brad, they could play some little games, at least with somebody who wasn’t so tall that it had a risk of turning out to be more permanent.

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“Are you ready?” Brad asked, wearing a beaming smile.

“Sure,” Mai grinned, lifting the front of her dress as she stepped out the door.

Brad had his own car, thankfully, and they wouldn’t have to risk a cab. It would be terribly embarrassing if they had to go to their first date in car seats.

Mai climbed in with some difficulty - they didn’t exactly make Little-sized cars and the heels she wore were a bit unwieldy - and then they were off.

“I was thinking -” Brad began.

Though Mai wasn’t listening. She stared at her reflection in the window, quite sure that she could see that wrinkle. It was an awful, terrible scar on her face. For once she’d used makeup to actually try to make herself look younger, though only around her eyes, and she used her normal makeup everywhere else in an effort to look more mature.

“Do you think so Mai?”

“Sure,” she said, while raising a discrete finger to check that her makeup hadn’t come off.

When they pulled up at the mall, she blinked out the window in confusion.

“We should be able to get some here,” he said.

She thought back to what he’d said earlier. Something about picking up some nice wine glasses for their date?

“Oh, yep. I know a place.”

They hopped out, and made their way through the parked cars. Thankfully there weren’t many big people around, though they did see one woman tugging along two Littles by their hands, each clearly diapered beneath their overalls and silenced by big pacifiers.

Inside the mall was more hectic, but the bustling crowds meant they didn’t stand out much. And besides, Mai was wearing her heels, and Brad was on the taller side for a Little anyway. He might well be a Betweener!

They found a general homeware store, and walked down the back towards the clothes and dining supplies.

It was then that Mai saw the giant security guard, sitting on a stool and talking into her radio.

“Tell the boss I’ll be back in twenty,” the guard said, “They need me downstairs.”

With that she marched past, her huge legs swinging by the Littles. Behind her stool was a strange device. A large metal box of sorts, with a curtain door in front of it.

Wait… Was that one of those regression machines? Some stores, very rarely, had them to use on shoplifters, somehow allowed to deliver such swift justice.

Mai gaped at it. Brad didn’t seem to have noticed it or cared.

“Hey,” Mai said, “You go check out the wine glasses. I just want to look at something over here.”

“Sure,” he said, shrugging and walking on.

Maybe he thought it was lady stuff. And, in a way, it was.

Mai took a deep breath, then stepped into the open booth inside the metal machine.

There was a mirror on her right, another exit opposite her, and a raised console on her left, which Mai immediately raced over to. There were so many controls, and they were quite high up, but thankfully if she reached she could read the screen.

She tapped through the parameters. How did these work?? There. Age!

What if she went back to eighteen? No, that would be too obvious. Even as a supposed unaging Little, she still felt she had some more telling baby fat when she was a teenager. In fact that seemed to be the age when most Littles got put back into diapers, after graduating highschool and thinking themselves finally adults. At least half of Mai’s friends had gone into nurseries in just a few years at the time. If they’d ever got out, well, they never contacted her, though Mai always imagined she’d probably start over somewhere else and pretend to have always been an adult.

No she’d go for an age somewhere between. She tapped the buttons to scroll the age up until it said “27 YEARS.”

She frowned at it, then tapped it back down a few digits. Though, really, any age was fine, she just needed to get rid of this wrinkle, and she had no idea how long this would take.

She hit the START button.

“Ouch!” she cried, then looked down and saw a needle retreating into the wall. Wait, was that it?

“SAMPLE ACQUIRED.” the screen said. “PROCESSING. In 5. 4. 3...”

“Mai?” a voice called from outside.

She blinked. Oh no. Brad had heard her little yell.

“Are you in there?”

She saw his hand pulling back the curtain, and she flinched and dove out the other side through the other curtain.

Hopefully he wouldn’t see it moving. The machine was humming loudly enough to cover any noise she made.

Then a series of bright lights flashed around the curtain, and Mai gasped while shielding her eyes. It was almost like using the photocopier at work, in a way. There was some kind of laser show going on in there for a good minute, and then it all went quiet.

Mai forced a deep breath, then pulled the curtain back with one finger to gingerly peek through and check whether the coast was clear.

Except… There was a naked, dark-haired woman in there. She was staring into the mirror while poking her cheek, looking quite baffled.

Wait… She looked exactly like Mai…

“I’m… I’m an Asian girl...?” the girl whispered in shock.

The curtain on the other side flung open then, and the huge security guard was there with a terrible frown on her face.

“What are you doing in there?” the guard boomed, then yanked the naked imposter out by her arm.

The guard flashed something in front of her captive’s face, then brought it up to read the screen.

“Mai Cho.”

“What? No! I’m Brad!”

The guard huffed. “You’re not going to get out of this so easily, young lady. Trespassing and pretending to be a boy? That’s the worst excuse I’ve heard.”

“But I’m not Mai! My name is Brad! Mai is my um… Well I know Mai, but...”

The policewoman rolled her eyes, and spun the imposter girl around to deliver a spank on her thighs.

“If you’re going to pretend to be a boy, then you must need to go to a special little school which can teach you your ladylike manners.”

“But I’m Brad!” the girl whined even as the guard pulled a pink dress over her head, and a thick diaper up between her legs, and then completed the ensemble with a pink butterfly pacifier.

“Such a shame that you weren’t raised right Mai. You’ll be doing your curtsies and sipping teacups with your pinkie out in no time. I’m sure we can find you a good Daddy to show you what a real man looks like...”

Mai watched with wide eyes as the giant guard marched the ‘girl’ away, who for her part had to waddle terribly in that thick diaper. Was that what she would look like in a diaper? Good lord. She had to never be put into one. Even she almost thought that it looked right.

No no, this was all a mistake. She raced back to the console, and brought up the settings. Now she saw which options were enabled by default - Sex, Age, Size, and Appearance.

Dammit, she had to get out of here. Maybe go help Brad… Though it seemed too late for that now, and he was getting a taste of being the type of girl he was supposedly attracted to…

Though, really, all she needed was that appearance touchup option. Was she still really thinking of doing this?

It would be so easy! Especially with the guard gone! And she had to make something good come of all this. And that damn wrinkle was still there as the original cause of all of this...

She quickly disabled all the settings except for Appearance. She wouldn’t even change the age, she decided, and she quickly backspaced the “24 Years”, and entered “35”. It was close enough, since it was her birthday in less than a day now.

She hit Start, then stepped back and took a deep breath.

The screen began the countdown again. Come to think of it, would her identity now show up as enrolled in some feminine etiquette school? Damn, maybe she should have changed herself into Brad. Well, too late for that now.

Wait… The screen said that the target was 35 Days, not 35 Years... She’d backspaced the whole text, and had just put in the number by itself…

Mai reached forward to cancel the operation.

There was a bright flash. Then another. And another.

Mai frowned, feeling the dizziness pass, and tried to make sense of things.

Wait, was she laying on her back? Without even thinking she gave a sudden little wriggle and kicked her legs. Why was there a warmth spreading between her legs?

“Bah!” she cried out, then paused, and ran her tongue along her gums. They felt so smooth… Wait, where were her teeth?!

“BAH!” she cried again.

She kicked and squirmed, so very confused as to why she couldn’t quite coordinate herself well, then gasped as a giant head poked itself into the cubicle.

“Oh, hello there little sweetie…” another security woman said. “Goodness, did somebody leave you here all alone? It’s lucky that those controls are too high for you to reach or who knows what trouble you might have gotten yourself into. You don’t look a day over thirty five…”

---

Headmistress Darlan beamed as she presented today’s graduating class. The five girls waddled out in an orderly line in front of the small seated audience, then turned and curtsied one by one.

Each held a favorite ‘dolly’ in her hand, which she dressed and brushed the hair of every day.

Each then collected her diploma from Headmistress Darlan, gave a precious little “Fankyou” with a slight lisp, reached up to plant a kiss on Mistress Darlan’s cheek, and then waddled forward to meet her new parent.

‘Mai’ went to meet her new Daddy, who scooped her up with pure glee on his face. Pink rhumba pants stretched out beneath her pink, satin dress over thick diapers, and all three rows of lacy white frills were visible across the back. ‘Mai’ had helped sew each one in her femininity courses, though only with supervision, and an adult always held the needle along with her.

At the side of the room, Mai managed to hold herself up on the edge of the playpen, and watched the whole graduation ceremony with wide eyes.

Nobody had been able to figure out why she’d been dropped off there, and if she could get a coherent word out she might have explained that a security guard had scanned her face and ID’d her as Mai Cho, who was currently enrolled at this etiquette school. Though the ‘girl’ they thought was Mai Cho was currently giving a very sheepish song recital for her new Daddy, who was beaming as he bounced her in his arms.

Headmistress Darlan turned to the playpen, and Mai recoiled. It only took the slightest twitch, but she fell back down on her bottom. Frankly it was amazing that she’d even managed to get herself standing, given how weak she was now, and how thick her diaper was. Though the machine hadn’t changed her, not completely, only given her a bit of a plastic surgery do-over for her appearance, which unfortunately was set to an age where she didn’t have teeth, and none of her muscles quite worked right.

Including the muscles in her…

Mai grunted, and the back of her diaper expanded. It always happened so fast, and she had no chance of stopping it.

“There’s Mommy’s little munchkin!” the headmistress cooed, and she lifted Mai from the playpen. She unfortunately cupped the drooling girl right beneath her thick diaper.

Mommy began towards her office. Mai glanced back to see the other ‘Mai’ getting carried out the door, and she wasn’t even sure if Brad had recognized her now with this new look, or how good he’d be for getting her help even if he did. Or if he’d want to… He’d adjusted awfully well to being a ‘cute Asian girl’, and spent a lot of time gawking at himself in the mirror…

“MAH!” Mai cried.

“Yes! That’s right! That was Mai! Goodness, you really are quite advanced.”

“MAH!”

“Or maybe just speaking gibberish,” Mommy chuckled.

The headmistress closed her office door, then walked towards her chair. She placed Mai in her lap, and then began lifting her top.

“You know,” she sighed, “It’s nice having a girl who just gurgles and is good for Mommy. Teaching those little brats all day is exhausting, but coming back to you, and getting to feed you this without any complaint…”

She shoved a boob into Mai’s face.

Mai would have complained, except the words wouldn’t come out, and she could barely control her muscles. Her attempts to complain only resulted in her falling into a rhythmic sucking motion, and her mouth quickly filled with milk.

“Such a good girl,” Mommy coed, stroking the few short strands of Mai’s hair. “And such a perfect little face. Not a single wrinkle. If only we could all be so lucky.”