The hum of the cab’s engines filled the silence as the rain-streaked cityscape blurred by outside. With a neatly pressed uniform, the middle-aged Amazon driver glanced at Ash in the rearview mirror, his tone casual but curious. “First time in the city?”

Ash’s gaze shifted briefly to meet his in the reflection. “No,” she replied simply, her tone guarded. “I’ve been here before.”

The driver nodded thoughtfully, his hands steady on the controls. After a brief pause, he glanced again at Ash, his attention flicking briefly to Miss Kaylee, bundled tightly in her blanket and strapped into the car seat. “And your Little?” he asked, his voice tinged with the familiar condescension of Amazons addressing caregivers. “Have you had her long?”

Ash’s eyes darted to Miss Kaylee, whose cheeks were already burning a deep red. The smaller woman stared straight ahead, her jaw tight as she tried to make herself as small as possible. The sight stirred a flicker of something Ash couldn’t quite place—part pity, part frustration—but she masked it quickly.

“No,” Ash replied evenly, though she allowed the faintest hint of amusement to creep into her tone. “Newly adopted.”

The driver chuckled warmly, clearly charmed by the situation. “Well, she’s adorable,” he said, his voice carrying the patronizing tone that set Ash’s teeth on edge. “What’s her name?”

“Kaylee,” Ash said smoothly; the answer came without hesitation. She glanced at Miss Kaylee again, noting how her blush deepened as her name was spoken aloud. The smaller woman shifted slightly in her seat, the faint crinkle of her diaper audible even over the hum of the cab.

The driver grinned, his eyes meeting Ash’s in the mirror again. “She’s a cutie,” he said approvingly. “And well-behaved, too. You’ve got yourself a good one.”

Ash forced a polite smile, offering a small nod but keeping her thoughts to herself. She didn’t need the man’s commentary, but drawing attention to her discomfort would only prolong the interaction. Thankfully, the cab began to slow, the navigation system announcing their arrival.

The hover taxi floated smoothly toward a sheltered drop-off area some 80 stories above the bustling streets. The building loomed tall and sleek, its reflective surface catching the glow of neon lights from nearby towers. Rain pattered against the overhead canopy as the cab made a gentle stop.

Ash unclipped her seatbelt and grabbed her bag before leaning over to unbuckle Miss Kaylee from the car seat. The smaller woman avoided her gaze, her hands clutching the blanket's edges as Ash scooped her up effortlessly. Cradling Miss Kaylee in one arm and slinging her bag over her shoulder with the other, Ash stepped out of the cab and into the sheltered transportation bay.

The driver gave her a friendly wave as she exited, the hover taxi’s engine humming softly as it prepared to leave. “Good luck settling in!” he called cheerfully. “Don’t hesitate to call if you need a ride again.”

Ash nodded in acknowledgment; her lips pressed into a thin line as she adjusted her grip on Miss Kaylee and began to walk toward the elevator. The sleek, modern space was quiet save for the faint hum of machinery, and the contrast between the bustling streets below and the calm of the drop-off area was almost jarring.

As the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, Ash stepped inside, her expression unreadable. She pressed the button for her floor, her thoughts turning to the challenges awaiting her in this new chapter. With Miss Kaylee bundled securely in her arms, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of their shifting roles pressing heavily on her shoulders.

As the elevator began its smooth ascent, Miss Kaylee shifted slightly in Ash’s arms, her small hands clutching the edges of the quilted blanket. She hesitated momentarily before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you… for covering for me back there.”

Ash’s eyes flicked to her, her expression hardening almost instantly. “That wasn’t for you,” she snapped, her tone clipped and icy. “I was covering for myself.”

Miss Kaylee flinched, her cheeks reddening as she looked away, her gaze dropping to the floor. Her feeble attempt to reforge any kind of bond with Ash had been squished again, leaving her feeling even smaller than she already was. The silence followed was heavy, the tension between them thick and unyielding.

The elevator stopped with a soft chime, the doors sliding open to reveal a sleek, well-lit hallway. Ash stepped out, her boots clicking softly against the polished floor as she carried Miss Kaylee and her bag toward her new apartment. She stopped before the door, and the security system immediately scanned her face with a faint beep.

“Welcome, Ash,” a neutral, automated voice announced as the door slid open, revealing her new living space.

Ash stepped inside, her sharp eyes quickly surveying the apartment. It was modest but sleek and modern, with clean lines and a minimalist design. The open-concept layout featured a small living area with a plush sofa and a wall-mounted holo-screen, a compact but fully equipped kitchen with gleaming appliances, and a dining nook with a simple table and two chairs. The single bedroom and bathroom branched off to one side, their doors blending seamlessly into the apartment’s aesthetic.

Despite its polished appearance and state-of-the-art amenities, the space lacked any accommodations for caring for a baby—or, in this case, a shrunken Amazon. There were no cribs, playpens, or changing tables, and the thought of adapting the space for Miss Kaylee’s new reality sent a pang of irritation through Ash.

She set Miss Kaylee down on the sofa with less care than she might have intended, dropping her bag beside it. “Stay there,” Ash said curtly, her tone leaving no room for argument as she turned to survey the room more thoroughly.

Miss Kaylee sat quietly, her hands clutching the blanket as she tried to process her surroundings. The warmth and security of the blanket couldn’t quite shield her from the cold reality of her situation. She glanced at Ash, who moved through the space with an air of quiet determination, her back straight and her expression unreadable.

The stark contrast between their positions was impossible to ignore. Miss Kaylee, once an Amazon with all the power in the world, was now entirely at Ash’s mercy—and Ash, who had spent so long under the control of others, was now navigating the complexities of holding that power herself.

As Ash moved to the bedroom doorway, she paused, glancing back at Miss Kaylee. The smaller woman sat hunched on the sofa, her eyes downcast and her body language radiating shame. For a brief moment, Ash felt a flicker of something—sympathy, maybe, or the ghost of the trust they had once shared—but she pushed it aside, her resolve hardening once more.

“We’re going to have to make some changes around here,” Ash said, her voice steady but cool. “But for now, you stay put.”

Miss Kaylee nodded faintly, her grip tightening on the blanket as she murmured, “Okay.”

The silence returned, punctuated only by the faint hum of the apartment’s climate controls. Ash turned her attention back to the task, her mind already considering what adjustments were needed to accommodate this unexpected dynamic.

This wasn’t the life she had planned, but it was the one she had now—and she would make it work, one way or another.

Ash moved purposefully through the apartment, her sharp eyes scanning each room for anything that could be used to care for a baby—or, in this case, a shrunken Amazon. The sleek, modern space offered no such accommodations. No cribs, no highchairs, no changing tables. Even the bathroom, with its minimalist design, lacked anything remotely useful for handling Miss Kaylee’s new reality.

With a frustrated sigh, Ash dropped her bag by the couch and ran a hand through her hair. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on her, and the sudden shift in her role forced her to think on her feet. She turned her gaze to Miss Kaylee, who was still huddled on the sofa, clutching the blanket tightly around her shoulders.

Without a word, Ash stepped forward and scooped Miss Kaylee into her arms again. The smaller woman released a soft gasp, her cheeks tinging pink as she was lifted effortlessly.

“Where are we going?” Miss Kaylee asked hesitantly, her voice small but steady.

Ash adjusted her grip, her expression set. “We’re getting you some basic amenities,” she replied curtly. “If I’m going to care for a baby, I need the right tools.”

Miss Kaylee winced at Ash’s blunt words, her fingers gripping the blanket's edges tightly. The term baby stung, a sharp reminder of her current position, but she couldn’t argue with Ash’s logic. She nodded faintly, her voice barely above a whisper as she murmured, “Okay.”

Ash didn’t wait for further discussion. She carried Miss Kaylee to the elevator, her movements purposeful and brisk. As the doors slid shut and the elevator descended, Ash’s thoughts turned to the next logical step in her plan. The daycare—her daycare—was just one floor below, and while it wasn’t yet operational, it might hold some of the supplies she needed.

When the elevator doors opened with a soft chime, Ash stepped out, her gaze immediately drawn to the neon sign above the daycare’s entrance. The sign wasn’t lit, its vibrant colors hidden beneath a protective layer of plastic sheeting. The front counter was shuttered, and the faint smell of fresh paint lingered in the air, mingling with the scent of sawdust and adhesive.

The security system recognized Ash instantly. A soft beep preceded the click of the door unlocking. “Welcome, Ash,” the automated system announced, its voice neutral and welcoming.

Ash pushed the door open and stepped inside, her eyes sweeping over the space. The daycare was unfinished. Walls in some areas were still primed but unpainted, sections of the flooring were bare, and furniture was draped in protective plastic. Stacks of boxes lined the walls, their labels hinting at the contents—cribs, playpens, changing tables, and more.

Despite the daycare's unfinished state, its purpose was unmistakable. Every detail, even under the layers of protective coverings, screamed baby care. Bright, pastel colors peeked through the plastic sheeting, and the faint outline of murals depicting cheerful animals and sunny skies adorned the walls. The layout was carefully designed, with play areas, feeding stations, and nap rooms branching out from the central hallway.

Miss Kaylee’s eyes widened as she took in the sight, her expression a mix of curiosity and unease. “This is… yours?” she asked softly, hesitating.

Ash nodded, her gaze sharp as she assessed the space. “It will be,” she replied. “Once it’s finished.”

She walked further into the daycare, her footsteps echoing faintly in the quiet space. Her mind raced as she cataloged the supplies she would need immediately: a crib, a changing mat, diapers—at least the basics to get through the night.

Miss Kaylee remained silent, her small frame nestled in Ash’s arms as she observed the space. The irony of their roles wasn’t lost on her, and despite her discomfort, she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of respect for the meticulous planning that had gone into the daycare’s design.

Ash paused near a stack of boxes, her fingers brushing over the labels as she read them. She would have to open a few to find what she needed, but she had a starting point for now.

“All right,” Ash muttered, shifting Miss Kaylee slightly. “Let’s see what we can do with this.”

Ash pulled back the protective plastic covering one of the cribs, revealing the pristine, pastel-painted frame beneath. With little ceremony, she lowered Miss Kaylee into the crib, her movements brisk but not rough. The smaller woman let out a soft squeak as she landed, her bare feet brushing against the smooth mattress. She looked up at Ash with wide, mortified eyes but said nothing, clutching the blanket's edges tightly around herself.

“You’ll be safe here while I get what we need,” Ash said matter-of-factly, her tone leaving no room for argument. She turned away, immediately shifting to the stacked boxes lining the walls.

Miss Kaylee remained silent, her cheeks flaming as she watched Ash rummage through the supplies. Her discomfort deepened with every item Ash pulled—a folded changing mat, a large box of diapers clearly labeled for Littles, and a bundle of brightly colored, age-appropriate clothing. The mortification of seeing these items meant for her made her stomach churn, but she kept her mouth shut, reluctant to draw any more attention to herself.

Ash worked efficiently, her sharp eyes scanning labels and contents as she figured out their needs. She found a pop-up crib that could fit into her apartment, bottles, pacifiers still sealed in their packaging, and several containers of dry formula. She loaded the items onto a hover cart tucked into a corner and glanced toward the crib.

Kaylee sat there, her blanket draped over her shoulders, watching Ash in stunned silence. Her face was a mask of reluctant acceptance, her usual confident demeanor completely stripped away. She wasn’t fighting or arguing—just sitting there, quietly enduring. For all her shame, her posture was rigid, which caught Ash off guard.

For a moment, Ash paused, a flicker of pride stirring in her chest. Reducing an Amazon to this—to diapers, pacifiers, and silent compliance—was a reversal she’d never imagined herself overseeing. The power dynamic was flipped on its head, and she couldn’t deny the satisfaction it brought.

But as her gaze lingered on Kaylee, bundled in the crib with an expression that bordered on defeat, a more complex emotion crept in. Kaylee wasn’t fighting because she had no fight left. Ash didn’t know whether it was the humiliation, the betrayal, or the weight of the day’s events, but Kaylee’s acceptance wasn’t defiance—it was exhaustion.

Ash put the thought aside and focused on the task at hand. She loaded the last supplies onto the hover cart, which hummed softly as it activated. With everything secured, she returned to the crib and reached down to scoop Kaylee into her arms again.

Kaylee tensed slightly as Ash lifted her, but she didn’t protest, her silence continuing as she was held close. Her face flushed as she glanced at the hover cart, its contents a glaring reminder of her diminished status. Ash, however, didn’t comment, her expression unreadable as she guided the cart toward the daycare’s exit.

They returned to the elevator with the supplies in tow. The ride up was quiet, except for the cart's faint hum and Kaylee’s soft breathing. Ash’s thoughts churned as she considered the adjustments she would need to make to her apartment, her new reality settling over her with every passing moment.

When they returned to her apartment, the door slid open with the familiar beep of the security system. Ash stepped inside, guiding the cart into the living area and gently settling Kaylee on the couch. She then began unloading the supplies, placing the pop-up crib against the wall, and spreading the changing mat on the nearby floor.

Kaylee watched silently, her fingers clutching the blanket as Ash worked quietly. Despite her mortification, she didn’t say a word, her reluctant silence speaking volumes. Ash glanced at her briefly, her expression neutral but her mind buzzing with thoughts.

“Welcome home,” Ash said finally, her voice dry but not unkind. She returned to unpacking, her focus shifting to the practicalities of their new arrangement.

*

Kaylee pulled the quilted blanket tighter around her small frame, the soft fabric offering little comfort against the cold reality she found herself in. She sat on the couch, her legs drawn up slightly, the thick, crinkling diaper between her legs a humiliating reminder of her reduced status. Her cheeks flushed faintly as she shifted, the bulk forcing her legs apart in a way that made her skin crawl with embarrassment.

Her gaze flicked to Ash, who was methodically unpacking the supplies from the hover cart. The taller woman moved quietly, focusing entirely on arranging the items in her new apartment. The space was sleek and modern, a picture of minimalist comfort, but Kaylee couldn’t admire it. The day’s events had left her utterly worn out, her body and mind drained of any resistance she might have once mustered.

The weight of her situation bore down on her, each moment adding to the heavy burden of her shame. She felt a sharp sting of regret at the betrayal that had led them here, the memory of Ash’s anger and mistrust playing an endless loop in her mind. How could she have been so foolish?

Her small hands gripped the edge of the blanket, her fingers curling into the soft fabric as if it could shield her from the reality she now faced. Her relationship with Ash—whatever trust or bond they might have shared—was shattered by her actions. And now, sitting here in a Little’s diaper, wrapped in a blanket like a helpless child, she had no idea how even to begin to repair it.

Kaylee glanced at Ash again, her movements purposeful and deliberate as she placed items around the room. Ash didn’t look at her or acknowledge her presence beyond the initial act of putting her on the couch. That indifference cut deeper than Kaylee had expected, leaving her feeling smaller and more insignificant than ever.

She knew better than to fight. Fighting would only anger Ash further; that was the last thing she could afford to do now. Instead, she sat in numb silence, her body still except for the occasional twitch of her fingers on the blanket. The quiet between them was oppressive, broken only by the soft rustle of plastic and the faint hum of the apartment’s climate controls.

Then it hit her—a familiar, growing pressure deep in her abdomen. Her stomach tightened as dread washed over her, her breath hitching slightly. The realization was immediate and unavoidable: her bladder was full, and there was no stopping the inevitable.

Kaylee’s cheeks burned as she pressed her thighs together instinctively, the thick padding of the diaper offering no relief from the sensation. No, not that. Please, not that, she thought desperately. But the pressure continued to build, unrelenting, as she shifted uncomfortably on the couch.

Her mind raced, panic bubbling as she considered her options—or the lack thereof. She couldn’t ask Ash for help; the humiliation of admitting her need was unthinkable. And yet, the alternative was equally unbearable. She was not a baby, she thought bitterly, her eyes stinging with unshed tears.

The pressure in Kaylee’s bladder became unbearable, a growing ache that demanded relief. Her cheeks burned as she considered her options, her mind swirling with humiliation and dread. She glanced hesitantly at Ash, who was still arranging the newly unpacked supplies, her movements brisk and efficient.

Kaylee swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she finally spoke. “Ash… can I… use the bathroom?”

Ash froze mid-motion, her head snapping toward Kaylee as if the question had physically struck her. There was only silence for a moment, the tension in the room thickening as Ash’s expression darkened. Then, she made a scoffing laugh, the sound harsh and humorless.

“Are you serious?” Ash asked, her voice low and sharp as she straightened, her gaze locking onto Kaylee. A flash of anger sparked in her eyes, the calm facade she had maintained cracking ever so slightly. “You think you’re going to get special privileges? After everything?”

Kaylee flinched, her grip tightening on the blanket as Ash stepped closer, her tone growing more pointed with every word. “Do you have any idea what Amazons did to me when I was a Little? Do you know what it was like being denied the bathroom over and over again, being forced to use my diapers while they smiled and told me it was for my good?”

Ash’s voice shook with the intensity of her emotions, the words pouring out as if they had been bottled up for too long. “Do you know what it’s like to be completely powerless, humiliated at every turn, treated like you’re not even human?”

Kaylee’s mouth opened, but no words came out. The weight of Ash’s anger and bitterness bore down on her, leaving her frozen and ashamed.

“And now you—” Ash gestured sharply toward Kaylee, her hand trembling slightly. “You think you’re above that? That after what Amazons like you did to me, you’re going to sit there in your diaper and get to use the bathroom like an adult?”

Ash’s voice dropped, cold and cutting. “No. If I had to endure it, you’ll endure it too.”

Kaylee’s chest tightened, her heart pounding as Ash’s words sank in. Her hands trembled as she clutched the blanket, her face a mask of humiliation and regret. She knew Ash’s anger wasn’t entirely directed at her—it was aimed at all Amazons, at a system that had caused Ash so much pain—but that didn’t make it any easier to bear.

Ash stepped back, breathing heavily as she ran a hand through her hair, clearly trying to regain control of her emotions. “You wanted to take my choice away,” she said, her voice quieter but firm. “Well, now it’s your turn.”

Kaylee’s throat tightened, tears threatening to spill as the pressure in her bladder became impossible to ignore. She shifted uncomfortably, her body betraying her as the inevitable loomed closer. The humiliation felt suffocating, but she didn’t dare argue further.

Ash turned away, her shoulders stiff as she returned to unpacking, leaving Kaylee in shame and discomfort. Kaylee shrank back on the couch, her heart pounding as Ash turned away, her sharp words still ringing in her ears. Her cheeks burned with shame, her humiliation palpable as she clutched the quilted blanket closer around herself.

She closed her eyes tightly, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she tried to hold on, but it was useless. The pressure was too much, her body too weak to resist any longer. With a small, defeated sigh, Kaylee gave in.

The release was immediate, warmth spreading through the thick padding between her legs. It soaked into the diaper, and the soft material swelled slightly as it absorbed everything. The sensation was strange, both physically and emotionally overwhelming. The tickling warmth against her skin was foreign and unsettling, a stark contrast to the cold humiliation that gripped her chest.

Kaylee’s hands tightened on the blanket as her body betrayed her. Further, the padding grew heavier and snugger against her. As it expanded, the faint crinkle of the diaper seemed deafening in the quiet of the room, every sound amplifying her shame.

Her cheeks flamed brighter, the blush spreading to her ears as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. The reality of what she had just done hit her like a wave, the shame washing over her in suffocating waves. She had just wet herself like a baby.

Her gaze flicked to Ash, who was still unpacking supplies. The lack of acknowledgment only deepened Kaylee’s humiliation. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly powerless, the thick, soggy diaper around her waist a reminder of how far she had fallen.

Tears slid silently down her cheeks as she tried to compose herself, her small frame trembling as she curled up tighter on the couch. The warmth of the diaper was unbearable now, a symbol of everything she had lost—her dignity, her autonomy, her very identity as an Amazon.

Kaylee pressed her face into the blanket; her sobs muffled as she tried to stifle the sound. She didn’t want to give Ash the satisfaction of seeing her break, even though it felt like there was nothing left of her to hold onto.

The room remained quiet, save for the faint rustle of Ash’s movements and the occasional sniffle from Kaylee. The humiliation lingered like a heavy cloud, and for the first time, Kaylee truly understood what it felt like to be powerless, to have no say in the most basic aspects of her life. It was a reality she never thought she would face, leaving her feeling small in every sense of the word.