Being Considerate in the Diaper Dimension

"Oh," Carla said, "I don't know if I could ever adopt a Little."

Janice lowered her coffee cup, and looked over the cafe table at Carla in surprise. "What? Why not?! I thought you loved Little stuff. You used to always be obsessed with moving out here to where there’s Littles right after college."

"I know I know," Carla said, “But I've realized that they're real people, you know? We've come so far in learning to consider others’ consent and progressing society, it seems kind of wrong to do that to somebody now that I think about it."

Janice put her cup down on the saucer with a clink and put on her serious face.

"Carla, you know I love you, but you shouldn’t be so open minded that your brain falls out. They’re Littles."

"Well, I want to be more considerate of others and their freedom. I don't think that anybody should be oppressed for being gay or their gender or whatever.”

“Is this really Carla I’m hearing? You don’t want a Little of your own now?”

"Of course I do! To spank them and diaper them and completely dominate them and make them realize that they're only a pathetic baby and are all mine! I just don't think it can be done ethically. It would make me a monster.”

Janice took a long sip of her drink. "I see."

Carla blinked as a realization crossed her mind.

"Wait, Janice, have you adopted a Little?"

"Well I was going to tell you, and see if you wanted to come to daycare pickup after this, but it seems you think I'm a monster."

"No no! I'm sure it's fine."

"Oh but my little Tammy couldn't possibly be looked after ethically. Despite the fact that she eats only fresh fruit and vegetables now instead of mountains of junk food, cut or mushed up so that she can’t hurt herself either. Despite the fact that she gets more than the recommended hours of sleep, and doesn't even have a job or any responsibilities. Despite the fact that she gets tons of socialization time with other immature sorts just like her at daycare, and has grownup supervision around the clock. Despite the fact that she is benefiting from real discipline and her manners have never been as good as -"

"Okay okay, I get it. And I bet you really take care of her."

"But you still don't think it can be done ethically?"

"Look, I've changed a lot okay. We all should be open to changes in our life."

"Mm. I change plenty of diapers every week, thank you very much."

Carla caught herself chuckling, and then shook her head at herself. No, she wanted to respect others, as much as she might want to take some to make into her playthings. She’d simply become too much of a better person to be comfortable with the idea of all that anymore.

---

As Carla's shadow fell over the group of Littles, they all clearly tensed up. Putting up posters for their band's next show could be labeled graffiti and littering by many giants.

When they turned around, they saw that it was just Carla however.

"Oh hey Carla."

"Hey Macy. Is Lola in yet?"

"Oh yeah sure. What did you want to see her for?"

"For now I just need to ask about whether she wants to try auditioning. I have another modelling contract which needs to be signed soon."

Macy looked surprised.

"And you'd give it to, you know… A Little?"

Carla shrugged.

"Can't see why not, so long as they're able to give a good photo with the jewelry. I saw a student interview with Lola and she seemed pretty cool."

"Well if you take our cover model we'll be very upset," Macy laughed, "But nah you're right, she should move up, and the rest of us should really pose for our own album covers."

Carla nodded.

“Thanks for connecting me up.”

Macy shrugged. “You seem cool.”

A few of the other band members nodded.

Carla smiled to herself, and stepped around them to walk towards their office which was nudged between skyscrapers. It gave a nice glowing feeling, she supposed, though she couldn’t help but imagine those Littles in diapers in a playpen, hopelessly trapped as adorable pseudo adult babies at her will. She bit her lip as she imagined checking Macy’s diaper, and finding it was loaded in the back, and then deciding if she wanted to change her yet or make her wait until after a nap in her crib-

Carla scolded herself and shook her head free of the thought. Really, it made her sick. Who could do that to somebody else? It was totally inconsiderate. There was no way she could make this work in her mind and feel comfortable with it nowadays.

Maybe there were, like, some hardened criminal Littles or something, though Carla had never heard of any, and that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted a regular - maybe hot - person who she actually kind of liked, and then to put them into diapers and make them all her own. To make them call her Mommy, to see them locked away in a diaper and a crib or playpen where she knew exactly where they wer-

Carla took a deep breath. This was only going to make her sad. She should focus on the positives, like how she was going to get to meet a cool Little. A model, who looked pretty elegant with her raven hair cascading over her pale skin.

Their office wasn't in the nicest part of town, and the door was a bit worn down with a crack in the upper corner which at Carla's height would let her listen in.

"And I'm telling you," Lola's voice carried out, "You can’t just go changing the definition of something fundamental like that. Oh stop whining, this is why real people are tired of people like you, you know? I don’t care if that’s not PC to say.”

Carla paused and frowned.

"Oh," Lola scoffed into her apparent phone call, "Are you really going to oppress my beliefs? You're the real intolerant here. I told you, I don’t want to work with somebody who supports that."

Carla stood with her hand ready to knock on the door, but didn’t move.

Lola sounded… Well she sounded a bit like Carla when she was younger. A time which she kind of regretted.

It wasn’t exactly the same, but, geeze, Lola was a total little brat. Listening to her now, she heard Lola’s excitement as she repeated a dozen dumb, naive counter-movement troll phrases. It wasn’t exactly coming from a bad place, she’d just listened to a wave of nonsense, but… Geeze. Didn’t she stop to consider how she was hurting others? How long was she going to continue this? Why should the world put up with it?

Carla finally knocked, biting her lip as she tried to make sense of her position on all of this. It was a bit sad, really, Lola was just a bit young and misled and cocky. She was-

The door opened.

She was hot.

Carla blinked, looking down at the elegant little woman.

No wonder she was a model. Carla tended to go for guys, but even she could see how everything about Lola just worked.

“What do you want?”

Carla blinked.

“I’m Carla. Macy would have said I was coming?”

“Oh!” Lola said, wiping the scowl from her face. A bit too easily.

“Of course, come in. What do you drink?”

She pointed to a shelf filled with spirits.

“It’s nine in the morning.”

Lola shrugged. “I was just being polite.”

She turned to the phone still in her hand, and immediately turned nasty.

“Listen, I’ve got to go, but I’ve already given you my answer.”

Carla pursed her lips, and watched the pretty little thing walk back to the company’s front desk where she put down her phone. There was an expensive little designer handbag there.

“So, Lola,” she began, “As you know I connect models with work.”

“Yep. And you’re a bit of a bigshot huh?”

“You could say that. Though everybody in the industry is just people, and it’s not good to idolize or badger them.”

“Of course of course,” Lola said, waving her hand, “I earn my way. I don’t want any handouts.”

Carla cocked her head. Didn’t she realize that by definition an Amazon helping a Little was a huge handout which most would never get? That Carla was going out of her way here to be considerate of the world’s injustices? Didn’t she know her looks were an incredibly lucky fluke of birth and that it gave her a huge advantage? Perhaps they had put her too far on easy-street if she was this cocky.

“Look, Lola, I’ve just realized what the best way for me to help you is.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

Carla reached out and snatched Lola’s arm away from the shelf of drinks, and pulled her across her lap as she dropped to the couch in one swift motion.

Wasting no time, she exposed the girl’s backside, and began slapping.

“OWE! What the F-”

“Naughty!” Carla boomed, not caring who heard her. “You are a RUDE, UNCARING, INCONSIDERATE little girl!”

“Jes- Stop!”

“No. I will stop when I think you’ve learned your lesson! When I think you’re sorry!”

“Owe OWE! What are you-”

Carla turned up the force. If she had breath to whinge, then she could be spanked harder.

“Stop! Stoahp! I’m… I’m sorry!”

“For what?”

“I… I don’t know!”

“No you don’t, don’t you? You have been very rude!”

“I’m… I’m sorry! For being r-rude!”

“Twenty more smacks.”

“Oh god!”

Carla began pacing the spanks as she neared her count of twenty, though made sure each was hard and memorable.

By the time she was done, Lola was a quivering mess who couldn’t manage anything but ugly crying. Just as Carla had been trying to achieve. Well, she would see if the girl was rude to anybody now.

Of course, her education had only begun.

Carla now saw, finally, how she could indulge her most twisted desires, without it being wrong, and actually being of service to the world.

“Well you can’t stay here,” she said, standing up with Lola held against her chest, “We’re going to go get you dressed right for the age you’ve been acting.”

She marched out with Lola in her arms, not bothering to cover her red bottom, and not caring about the stares of the Littles as she marched off down the street in the other direction. There was a Tykes ‘N Things store down this way, Carla would be lying if she said she didn’t notice it every time she passed.

She marched right in through the automatic doors, feeling triumphant as she arrived with her Little. Her Little. Yes.

A saleswoman spotted them and immediately glided over.

“Ma’am, if you’d come this way.”

Carla nodded. She still had the sense of mind to know that just taking somebody was, well, technically illegal, but nobody would question it once it was a mother and her toddler, nor would they ever investigate the silly claims of a child, even if everybody knew who they were. The world was good that way.

The clerk led them through a hanging curtain to the changing rooms, and then to a row of changing tables.

“How immature has she been acting?”

“Oh I’d say she’s in her terrible twos. Frankly I’m not even sure if she’s mature enough to get to the potty.”

The clerk nodded, and began pulling diapers down from the shelves. They were thick, white, crinkly disposables, exactly as Carla had always wanted to put her own personal plaything into. And now that she’d found somebody who she felt actually deserved it… She could dominate this girl however she wanted!

“Legs up,” she commanded, placing Lola on her back and removing her clothes.

The Little just sobbed, little tantruming thing, but Carla knew this was justified. Lola didn’t quite seem to know what was going on, and was maybe from one of those places where there were only smaller people. It figured, with the way she spoke to Carla.

Carla spent some time cleaning her down with a wipe, and then reached for the diaper which the clerk was holding.

The lean woman smiled, and placed the plastic square in Carla’s hand, followed by the inner padded liner which she’d picked out.

Carla wasted no time. She shook out the diaper, grabbed the brat’s ankles, and slipped it under her backside.

“You can’t!” Lola moaned.

Carla gave her a hard slap on her backside, which seemed to end her objections.

“We’re going to play a game. I won’t tell you what’s wrong with your behavior. You’re going to have to try to think about it yourself, and every time you fail, you’ll get punished to help you learn.”

Lola covered her face and let out a little whine.

Carla unscrewed a tub of cream, ran two curled fingers through it, and then smeared it everywhere over Lola’s privates and up between the girl’s buttcheeks while the girl moaned and wriggled. Carla ignored her, and took a canister of powder, which she then covered the girl’s front with, followed by lifting her ankles and covering her backside.

“This is what girls who act like a little brat get!” she nearly spat.

God, she was genuinely furious with Lola. Here she was trying to be a good person, trying to be considerate, and then Lola was just running a path of carnage through the world. The Little might not be a bad person, deep down, but it would take a strict hand to ensure that her better potential self was taught how to emerge, and that she was kept away from any bad influences. Carla could control that if she kept this girl safely in diapers, in a playpen, and in a crib, with no more than children’s shows about getting along and having manners for her to be exposed to.

It was perfect. There actually were valid ethical reasons to diaper somebody, she thought with a smile.

With that thought in mind, she tugged the front of the diaper up, and then pressed it down tight over Lola’s tummy. One by one she reached for the tapes and undid them. God, it felt better than she’d even imagined.

“There. Big girl undies were a privilege you’ve lost, weren’t they Lola?”

The Little was giving some exploratory squeezes of her thighs, and was finding that she couldn’t even bring her knees closer than the width of her hips. The compressed padding then forced her legs back out again anyway.

“Well Lola, do you like your diaper?”

“N-No!…” the Little sniffled.

“Well that’s what you get when you act like a child.”

Carla ignored Lola’s sniffles and diaper squeezing tests as she removed the rest of the Little’s clothes. The clerk held out a trashcan for Carla to dump the old clothes into, though she quickly pocketed the girl’s panties without the Little seeing. A little trophy.

The clerk placed the trashcan back on the floor, then picked up a hairbrush.

“Should we do up her hair?”

“Oh,” Carla smiled, “We absolutely should.”

---

When Carla emerged from the changing rooms, she held a diapered Little at her hip, who was otherwise naked, whose dark hair was done up into elaborate braids around her head.

A security guard tipped his head to them as they passed, confirming that there was nothing wrong with a mother having her Little daughter with her, in fact it was the most natural thing in the world.

Carla had an absolute ball shopping for strollers, diapers, dresses, pacifiers, and even got Lola a ‘naughty doll’ which could be spanked on its diaper with a toy paddle when it was naughty.

Tykes ‘N Things had an excellent policy in giving out free diapers and hair ribbons to customers off the street, because soon Carla had racked up thousands in fees, but it was only the best for her little girl.

By the time she emerged back out onto the street, pushing a stroller with a Little inside, holding her Naughty Doll, and wearing the cutest little skyblue dress which almost reached the waistband of her diaper, Carla was feeling like a different woman.

God, all this time wallowing in guilt and doubt, and all she needed to do was look for a Little who was genuinely a bit naughty, but not too much that she was unlikeable. She beamed as she pushed the stroller down the street, knowing everybody had a fantastic view of Lola’s big white diaper as her legs were spread to either side, knowing that if the girl got brave enough to try pulling her pacifier out she’d find it was locked in place anyway with an inflated nipple.

Next she had to find a pediatrician and littles office. She knew full well that there were a few injections which Lola could get, vaccinations, she would say, and that would be partly true. Though the ones she’d order would also help Lola with some new things, like not putting on weight even if she ate mountains of oatmeal and prunes, but instead creating some very big presents for Mommy.

The new mother laughed to herself as the stroller wheels clacked along, and a few passerbys smiled at the sight of a happy woman. Yes, happy. She’d finally found what she needed.

Little Lola was still going to get to model, it would be good to keep her productive. With Carla’s connections, though, well she could get Lola modelling dresses, diapers, rompers, tricycles, the list went on. She could introduce the world to one of the prettiest Littles she’d ever seen, a girl with the perfect little stunning yet pouty face which could soon stare back from every shopping aisle and billboard.

“Oh Lola,” Mommy said with a big smile, unsure if the girl could even hear her on the busy street, “Thank you.”

She heard a nervous crinkle in the stroller, and smiled. Lola was being very considerate in making that sound for Mommy.

---

“So,” Janice said, leaning across the coffee table to touch Carla’s arm, “How is it?”

“Oh,” Carla said, wearing a big smile, “Better than I could have ever hoped.”

“I know, right? God, every day I love Tammy more and more.”

They turned to the sound of shuffling, seeing two Littles waddling into the living room.

Tammy waited back at the doorway, looking nervous, but Lola waddled over with an angry little scowl on her face, not looking up to meet their eyes.

“Mommy… I need a diaper change.”

Carla glanced to Janice.

“If you’ll excuse me.”

Janice nodded, and waited patiently as Carla scooped up Lola, and walked her across the room.

Carla placed her down next to a shopping bag, where reached in and fetched two locking pink mittens, and a pacifier. She quickly gagged Lola’s mouth and bound up her hands, then stood back up and pointed to the adjoining play room.

“Play.” she commanded. “Mommy is talking to her friend.”

Lola fidgeted with a small whine, then turned around and began waddling back to where she’d come from.

She didn’t seem to be moving fast enough however, because a moment later Carla bent down and slapped her diapered bottom.

“Faster! You should be excited to show your toys to a visitor. Such a rude girl.”

Lola whimpered, but picked up the pace, waddling about as fast as she could manage in the super thick diapers. It almost looked like she was running off excitedly, though Carla knew that it was still manufactured, and would take practice and habit to feel real. She’d make Lola fake it until she made it to become a good person, if she had to.

“Now,” she said to Janice as she sat back down and picked up her cup, “Where were we?”

Janice smiled. “You were telling me about how you realized it was right to adopt some Littles.”