The Trick (Diaper Dimension Fan Fiction)

This is inspired by these two fantastic pictures by Marmotap and Diaperdaze: One. Two.

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Marleen gently opened the nursery door, then poked her head in.

To her surprise, Sarah was deep asleep. She lay on her stomach in her crib, an empty bottle beside her which was half as big as she was, and the back of her diaper rose with a big brown lump.

Carefully, the giantess gently closed the door, being sure not to knock her purse on her wrist.

Satisfied, she went downstairs to thank the governess.

“I don’t know how you did it,” she said, handing over an extra large tip. “Getting Sarah to sleep has been a challenge all week, and she keeps demanding to stay up until grownup hours.”

The governess slipped the payment into her own sturdy purse, and seemed to be considering whether to give up all her secrets.

“Well,” she said, “When she was naughty, I gave her a spanking.”

“Of course,” Marleen blinked, “But I do that too.”

“Oh,” the governess chuckled, “I give quite proper spankings. She will likely still be a bit sore tomorrow.”

“Hrm,” Marleen said. Perhaps she could try being more forceful then.

“Though,” the governess said, “That’s not all.”

She reached into her bag, and pulled out a long white box.

“Formula?”

“Quite a special formula,” the governess explained, handing the box over to Marleen. “This is from overseas. It has addictive properties.”

Marleen flipped the box over, and saw that it was a formula designed specifically for Littles. A smiling boy on the front had a huge bottle nipple halfway into his mouth, with the rest of the large bottle somewhere outside of the image. On the other side of the box, a girl model was doing the same. This was from one of those countries where Littles were not allowed to be grown up.

The governess nodded at Marleen’s questioning look. Yes, she was from one of those countries.

“You see,” she explained, gently taking the box back and slipping it into her purse, “It was simply a matter of getting the bottle teat into her mouth. After that she did all the work, and was just enjoying herself a bit too much to stop herself really.”

“You got her to drink that whole bottle in one go?”

“Oh yes. And most of the difficulty was just in the first minute. After that they are very good babies.”

“Hrm,” Marleen said, making a mental note of everything she’d seen on the box. She’d definitely have to order some of that. There might even be some local stores which stocked it, if she branched out to speciality stores from Amazon-only countries.

“It’s high in fiber,” the governess added, slipping the box out from her purse to tap where that was printed in the corner. “So little miss will wake up to a full diaper.”

Marleen nodded. She’d seen that.

“So,” the governess continued, “Even though the formula only puts her out for three hours - enough for an afternoon nap - she’s not likely to make a fuss or move around in her crib, once she realizes her situation. The earlier bedtime doesn’t come with a new problem at the other end, and she’s likely to fall back to sleep by herself.”

Marleen nodded at the genius of that. She knew that Littles didn’t like to poop their pampers, but she hadn’t thought of using it so cleverly, getting them to put themselves back to sleep.

Marleen smiled. “So is that why you’re so highly recommended? And is it how you handle the McMillersons’ three girls?”

“Well, it’s a part. Looking after Littles is an artform, and, they soon learn with me that I’m from a place where I’ve never been exposed to the notion of Littles being able to be adults. I think that causes them to quickly drop the pretense, knowing such manipulations won’t work on me.”

Marleen nodded along. A part of her felt a Little could be a grownup if allowed, but she was quickly silencing that, growing out of it ever since she’d discovered Sarah.

“Well Governess, if you’re available to hire, I’d love to have you here again, and perhaps we could discuss things further.”

“Of course,” the Governess said, prim as ever, “My Thursdays are free. And I am happy to make them Sarah nights. She has the potential to be a very pretty girl.”

Marleen smiled. Sarah was already pretty, but she knew that the governess meant in more ways than one.

She guided the governess to the door.

“Oh,” the woman said before stepping out, “And, the pram which you have for Sarah.”

“Yes?”

“I advise also using the controller on the side to switch it to the stroller mode, from time to time. It’s good for a girl to be seen by the world, and for a Little to know that the world sees her for what she is.”

Marleen nodded. Probably best to make her give up on any thoughts of panties and alcohol and such. Let her see that the world greeted her as belonging when she arrived at sandpits, playgrounds, and even the kindergarten door.

On a stand beside the front door, the nursery monitor crackled.

“Oh… Gross...” came a small, wobbly voice.

Both women smiled. Even the governess, despite herself.