"God Mom. I'm twenty, not two!"
Lorraine couldn't help but smirk, but wasn't going to be deterred.
"I think that the kid's juice box which the airline hostesses gave you suggests that everybody thinks otherwise," she retorted with a laugh, continuing her impromptu wiping of the corner of the twenty year old woman's mouth with a handkerchief. "And really, orange juice all over the side of your face? It's clear that you actually needed that sippy cup to drink from, goodness knows how you would have handled an actual cup on this plane."
Rhiannon folded her arms and sunk back into her economy airline chair with a pout, hating how her mother was invading her personal space. There had seemingly been a little mix-up as they went overseas for the first time, with the airline crew for some reason seeming to think that she was a junior flyer, going by how they'd given her a juice box labelled as specifically for kids for her in-flight drink, and a set of colouring books on her seat which she'd quickly buried underneath.
"There," her mother declared smugly, withdrawing her washcloth and smiling coldly at her daughter. "So much for you being soooo superior like you've been claiming lately, what with your, let me quote, being in the final year of a political science and journalism degree."
Rhiannon rolled her eyes and turned away with a sigh, wondering how quickly she could ditch her mom once they arrived overseas. Travelling was a bit of a rarity for people where she was from, but her Mom had won two vacation tickets for family members only, and so off they'd gone, being the only family that each other had, even if they didn't much get along. Rhiannon had decided that she would endure it if it meant going to see the bigger mainland continental cities over the suburbia and small towns which she'd grown up in, but she would be ditching her mother as soon as possible to go do some overseas shopping, so long as the overbearing woman wasn't pushy about her being the perfect daughter once there...
"Now when we get there-" Lorraine began, only to pause as an airline hostess appeared beside them.
"Your drink miss," the blonde hostess declared, placing something down on the tray in front of Lorraine.
There was a moment of silence, before Rhiannon glanced over, then couldn't help but obviously fail to stifle a laugh as she saw that a matching colourful sippy cup had been put down in front of the oh so mature snippy woman beside her. Even the cheerful packaging on the side was the same, clearly labelled as for "For Ages 2 - 7."
Lorraine sat in silence staring at it, her face turning pink.
"I, uh, think that there's been some kind of-" she began, then fell silent as the tall airline hostess raised a curious and somewhat warning brow.
Being Littles, or 'Dwarves' as they were often derogatively known, was something that Rhiannon had never had cause to consider. After all, everybody was where she came from, it was just the norm. Yet now they sat in the gaze of a tall busty betweener woman, almost twice their height, and both gulped as she looked down at them with stern eyes, feeling almost like they were considered to be children to supervise rather than travellers to entertain.
"Er, it's nothing..." Lorraine stammered awkwardly, quickly reaching out to take her junior drink with both hands.
The blonde hostess waited a moment, ensuring that the guest actually brought the sippy cup to her lips, then nodded and left.
Rhiannon smirked and sunk back into her seat, staring ahead with a smug smile and thinking that this trip might not be so bad after all if it put her snooty mother in her place. Why, once they got to the continental mainland, there'd even be actual amazon giantesses, even taller than the betweener hostesses. In truth, the thought made her just a little woozy, since the larger people had always only been a far off consideration in distant lands, yet as they approached their destination on the map screen in front of them, Rhiannon felt a nervous pang and wondered why her ancestors had felt the need to separate themselves from the larger folk in the first place. Oh it wouldn't matter, there would still be many areas of the country where people her size still congregated, if it got too overwhelming, not all 'dwarves' had left the mainland after all, and she'd just stick to where they went.
But it would still be a challenge to adjust at first, no doubt about it, considering that the amazons were, what, three times her size? Or more? She wondered at that, it already felt weird sitting in a betweener sized chair with her legs dangling off the end, leaving her feeling more like a young child sitting in an adult seat than somebody starting a mature and amazing holiday. They didn't actually have any dwarf sized chairs on their plane, and so had given straps designed for betweener kids and sat the two dwarves near the back, on a rather empty morning flight. At least her mother was no better off either, so any weirdness caused by encountering potential amazon sized furniture would be shared for her as well, and by the time they got back home, her mother's snooty attitude might have even been mollified a bit, or so Rhiannon could only hope.
There was a small grunt of annoyance beside her, and Rhiannon glanced over to see that her mother had suffered the same fate she had when the pressure seal inside of the juicebox popped and came to match the cabin pressure, resulting in orange juice trickling down the fuming woman's cheek.
"Do you need some help with that?" the twenty year old asked with quick dripping sarcasm and irony, snatching up the cloth and lifting it to her mother's face, only to have her hand slapped away a moment later - hard too.
"Owe!" she squealed, dropping the cloth in shock, thinking that it had been far from a playful slap, more like something which might actually bruise, and she glanced up to lock furious matching glares with her mother.
"You can't do that!" she hissed, reaching across and tugging at her mother's expensive jacket in a moment of unplanned raw violence. "I could sue you for assault!"
"You little brat!" her mother hissed back, pushing her daughter back but finding that her hands were clawed well into her jacket, before grabbing Rhiannon's own loose tank top in a silent retaliating struggle. "I could have you struck off from the family fortune, I could-"
"Is there a problem here?" a cold woman's voice asked suddenly, and both Littles went immediately still.
Their hands still gripped onto each other's tops, they looked up sheepishly to find a cross-looking flight attendant hovering over them.
"I was just-"
"She was just-"
"Let go of each other, right now." the hostess snapped, before reaching down to undo Lorraine's buckles.
"You two will be sitting apart for the rest of the flight. I will not have two unattended Littles going out of control, only proving that your kind shouldn't be allowed to travel on flights like this."
Rhiannon found herself rather baffled by the large woman's statements, but was pleased as she saw her speechless mother forcibly helped down from the seat, then across the aisle into the empty middle row beside them, where the tall woman began buckling the Little back up and even forced the sippy cup back into her hands.
A moment later, the hostess was crouching down beside the seat, asking questions in murmured tones. She seemed to want to know where they were staying, apparently intending to check in ahead of them and ensure that the hotel knew what they were dealing with, much to Lorraine's embarrassment, even as she seemed to finally relent.
Rhiannon smirked, and popped her earphones back in, glad that her mother was suffering this humiliation. It had been her who had started the fight after all, and she could suffer the embarrassment of having the hotel called ahead of them and warned that two rowdy tourists were approaching. It wasn't like the hotel accommodation was in Rhiannon's name anyway.
Turning up her music, closing her eyes, and leaning back in the seat, she was content that this holiday might just have some positive outcomes after all.
"We've landed," a voice said, and Rhiannon groaned, realising that a hand was shaking her, as she groggily opened her eyes. A moment later, she stifled a small squeak at the sight of a large betweener hostess leaning over her, before quickly silencing herself. It had only been a few hours since she'd met a person of that size for the first time, and waking to the sight of the tall blonde was something which she still wasn't used to.
"Wher-" she began, yawning and taking the ear phones from her ears.
"We're here," the attendant repeated, sounding a little stern. "So make sure you have all your things and don't leave a mess. I know how you Littles can be when flying."
Rhiannon nodded slowly, then blinked the sleep out of her eyes and glanced about, seeing the backpack she'd brought with her, and the colouring books provided by the airline which she'd kicked under her seat when they'd boarded.
Unbuckling herself from the awkward harness, she grabbed her own possessions and quickly rushed out into the aisle, seeing her mother waiting, though thankfully seeming a little preoccupied and unconcerned about their little spat earlier.
"Come on, we have to catch the shuttle bus before it leaves the airport," Lorraine ushered. "Maybe if you spent less time with that music in your ears-"
"I could spend more time listening to your bitching," Rhiannon snapped, hoisting her backpack over her shoulder.
"Young lady..." her mother began in a warning tone.
"Oh stop" Rhiannon interjected with a laugh, "I saw how that betweener woman talked you down before. You think I'm scared of you here? You can't even dare do anything, you know they'll lecture you or whatever."
Lorraine's eyes narrowed, and she folded her arms. "I can do plenty. Do you want me to disown you and leave you for adoption here? Because I can."
"Oh please," Rhiannon replied, rolling her eyes and edging past her mother. "I'm twenty. I can't be put into the foster system."
With that she stormed off the plane in renewed annoyance, guessing that her mother was following not far behind. Their state of warfare had been present ever since she'd entered junior high school, but had seemed at least a little bit better the past few years while she was at college. Now the trip had only caused it to explode, and Rhiannon suspected that she might truly need to arrange her own flight home, nervously worrying that her mother might just live up to that part of the threat. Still, the country wouldn't just keep her around if her mother bailed on her with the tickets, they'd deport her back home wouldn't they? After all, where else would a Little like her live?
Deep in her concerned thoughts, she glanced up at the bottom of the boarding ramp only to realise that she was facing an absolute sea of giant legs in the airport causeway. Amazons and Betweeners were everywhere, and she squeaked in shock as she realised that she would be knee-height at best on most of them. Suddenly panicking, she stumbled back and found herself at the end of the boarding ramp, glancing behind to see her mother stomping down, looking furious, less close than Rhiannon had imagined.
"Dammit, we can't get through this," Lorraine growled as she approached, seeming to be distracted from her feud with her adult daughter companion now. "Let's edge around by the wall, and get to the shuttle bus that way, and-"
"Are you two sweeties lost?" a chirpy voice asked, and both women jumped as they looked up at a giantess beaming down at them, a young woman - maybe even a teen - leaning forward with her hands clasped between her bare thighs below tiny shorts.
"Er, no, we-" Lorraine began in a fluster. It was the first time that either of the Littles had even met an Amazon Giantess, and the rather diminutive and immature view which she seemed to have of them was a little disconcerting.
"Did I hear that you need to get to the shuttle bus?" the chirpy giantess asked, "Because I can take you there. I saw you both looking so worried, there's so many big people here isn't there! Why don't you both take one of my hands and I'll lead you through the crowd?"
It was Rhiannon's turn to fidget uncomfortably at the suggestion, as she began shifting to her other foot while trying to look like she was considering and rejecting the offer.
"Oh, well... No, we..." Rhiannon began, "Well we can probably find-"
"Oh don't be fussy," the tall teen smirked, holding out a hand, "Here, each of you take one of my hands, and try not to make any drama here in the middle of the airport."
Each of the Littles balked, glancing nervously at the hand in front of them, before mother and daughter each reached out to take one with nervous reluctance.
"There!" the blonde said with a beaming smile, straightening back up. "Being pleasant wasn't so bad, was it! Now do we need to pick up any luggage?"
"It's, uh, getting delivered," Lorraine said in a quiet confused murmur, shifting from foot to foot.
"Alright then!" the amazon teen beamed, "Now off we go. Hold onto my hands tightly dears!"
And with that they were off, a little terrified as they tried to keep pace while being rushed through a sea of giant legs. Rhiannon found herself repeatedly pulling closer to the teen's bare legs, like some sort of protector, feeling more like a lost child visiting some adult centre than the stylish tourist that she had expected. If she wasn't entirely pissed off at her mother, she suspected that she could glance over and see the same reaction there.
"Here we are! Right through the crowd!" the amazon beamed, bringing them out of the throng of airport activity, and towards the sliding doors out of the building.
Rhiannon was feeling increasingly apprehensive. She was about to arrive in another country for real, and it was feeling far more off-putting than she had ever imagined.
"Now there's the shuttle bus," the teen remarked with a little playful urgency, "Hurry now! It looks like they've got nobody else queued up."
Moaning a little, the two dwarves increased their pace, trying to keep up with the longer legged beauty, struggling to not look idiotic as they did so. For her it was just a quick stride, but for them it was an awkward jogging run under the weight of their carried luggage.
"Hold the bus!" the amazon called, rushing them to the door of the white van, where a driver turned down to look at them with a slight bit of surprise on his face, as if there'd been no danger of leaving just yet. "You have two more little passengers, direct from overseas."
"Oh," the man began, reaching up to stroke at his large moustache while the two Littles stood nervously at the door still holding the teen's hands. "Well we don't have any seats for people their size, this is generally an amazon or betweener sized bus, and-"
"What about booster seats?" the teen amazon asked with wide-eyed innocence, trying to be helpful. "They're both so lost and confused, they'll definitely need some help to get to their destination."
The driver seemed to think for a moment, then nodded. "Come on, we have some in the top storage up the back."
Both Littles balked in confusion at the suggestion, beginning to increase their minor squirming.
"Now-" began Lorraine, "I don't-
"Excellent!" the teen overruled, and began marching the tourists up into the van, easily hoisting them up stair by stair with small helpful tugs.
Clambering in after the giantess, feeling a little overwhelmed, the two tourists quickly scurried down the aisle in the grip of the strong giantess, getting a few curious glances from larger people on the bus, but otherwise being ignored as nothing unusual or special.
"Here we go," the driver stated, pulling down two brown booster seats with black leg straps dangling from them. "So long as they sit in these it should pass any standard safety requirements, the specification is by size and not age after all.
"Here, let me help you," the giantess was saying, and suddenly Rhiannon found herself being lifted by two large hands, before being sat in a seat. It was all a bit baffling, as buckles were brought up between her legs, being handled like she was some sort of child. She blushed terribly and looked away as the woman casually and disinterestedly worked the buckle into place over Rhiannon's crotch with her exploring fingers, before finally pulling the whole contraption tight.
A moment later her mother was being sat beside her and given the same treatment. Unfortunately for Lorraine, she'd worn a smart dress skirt today, and the larger folk gave no heed to her modesty as the strap yanked up her hemline and exposed her black panties, securing the buckle tightly against her crotch all the same to ensure her safety.
The pair were too baffled to give anything more than a few quiet squeaks and gasps of disbelief at the sudden unexpected juvenile treatment, and a moment later they were off, sitting in the back of the white van with straps riding up tightly between their legs, racing out onto the freeway. Neither said a word, simply looking about with dumb wide eyes at the dazzling new scenery going past, thinking very little in their overwhelmed and embarrassed state. Visiting a foreign country was always going to be weird, it came with its share of difficulties, but things had quickly surpassed their more cynical expectations.
Finally they pulled in front of the resort hotel which the driver had somehow teased out of Lorraine before they'd left, and, relieved, the two Littles found themselves being unstrapped and helped down the van's stairs.
"Now, can you two check in from here?" the driver asked in obvious concern, "Or maybe I should come in with you and make sure..."
"No, no, we're fine," Lorraine insisted in a mild fluster, straightening out her jacket and still a bit stunned after her mode of travel for the past half hour, flashing her panties right down the length of the shuttle bus aisle. The plane seats had been bad enough, but the booster seats and crotch straps had left her a bit dazed.
"Well, you better be," the large driver huffed, sounding a bit concerned, but finally twiddled his moustache and strode back up into the van again. Sitting heavily, he seemed to be waiting patiently to see if they actually moved to go inside.
"This place is... different than I expected..." Lorraine grumbled, grabbing at the wheeled suitcase she'd brought with her, and turning towards the hotel. "Let's just go in and get settled, we can sort out how the hell dwarves get by here later."
In a rare moment of agreement, more out of pragmatic utility than anything else, Rhiannon nodded silently and joined her mother in going towards the building's entrance. Unfortunately they came to their next problem as they stood before several giant glass doors with no way of reaching the handles.
"Shit..." Rhiannon groaned silently, glancing back and seeing that the express shuttle bus had at least gone.
Their problems were answered however, as a moment later the door swung open and an enormous middle aged giantess began walking out. Rhiannon almost felt a need to dive for cover, except for that the giantess glanced down out of cautious habit and scowled at the two dwarf women at her knees.
"Stay out of the way of grownups you little ones," she scolded, edging to the side of Lorraine and towards Rhiannon.
"I was here first!" Lorraine spat back angrily, surprisingly standing her ground against the local several times her size. Raw impertinence had never been a trait that her mother lacked, Rhiannon thought with a snort.
"Excuse me?!" the amazon giantess replied in an apparent outrage, but was quickly sidestepped by Lorraine who had seen the opportunity to get inside, probably not even hearing the woman.
Rhiannon saw the opening and quickly followed her mother's lead, rushing around the other side of the giant woman's dress for the doorway. She almost ran straight into an amazon-sized toddler however, who was standing quietly behind the amazon in a well secured safety harness and leash, about as big as Rhiannon herself, the visiting Little realised with an instant blush. She edged around the pacified and frilly-dress-wearing toddler with an embarrassed mumbled sorry, moving forward with eyes cast at the ground, and caught the closing doorway at the last moment.
Something strange ticked in her mind then, and she glanced back to get another look at the toddler. From her current angle however she could only make out the rear of the two, staring in momentary awe at the intricate blue and white teddy bear harness straps running around the toddler's back, up between her legs, lifting her dress slightly, and revealing... Oh my, how embarrassing, to still be in diapers at that age. Rhiannon smirked, though had to admit that the situation actually looked rather... cute.
Curious, she stared after them for a moment, seeing the scowling giantess walk up to one of the staff standing outside the hotel, the toddler waddling awkwardly along after her on the leash harness. The giantess began gesturing back towards the doorway, and at the dwarves who had just gone inside... Seeming to be asking about them... With a blush, Rhiannon quickly rushed in, letting the door swing closed behind her. Perhaps her mother had been ruder than she imagined in that little exchange, and while Rhiannon would love to see the woman embarrassed by a talking down from the bigger woman, right now she just wanted to get her accommodation sorted out and herself checked in before risking any upsets to that.
Coming to the front desk, she found her mother on her tippy toes doing her best to get the attention of the concierge sitting behind, and with a blush, stared at the floor, thinking that this country was going to be an awkward stay...
Half an hour of arriving at the hotel, both tourists sat exhausted on their oversized beds. They had been given a double room which was hardly suitable for their small size, though Rhiannon supposed that it was at least a relief that they'd been treated respectfully by the hotel staff on their arrival. She had been beginning to think that the locals saw dwarves as something damn near children or worse...
Following the polite concierge to the elevator, they had been guided professionally up to their hotel room, though the man eventually took over from Lorraine reaching for the lift buttons on tiptoes while an embarrassed Rhiannon tried to glance away. Unfortunately they didn't have any Littles-sized accommodation, resulting in the door swipe card being well above their reach. The staff had to offer an embarrassed Lorraine a plastic kid's stepping stool which now sat permanently in the hallway beside their door, which they could move into position as they needed, as well as more stools inside the room to get onto the beds, as well as presumably access the bathroom and tables. All in all it was an embarrassing sight to see the bright plastic children-themed stools throughout the hotel apartment, and neither tourist would be uttering a word to describe it once they got home.
Rhiannon flopped back further on her huge oversized bed and spread her arms out wide. It had been an incredibly exhausting morning just travelling overseas for the first time, but maybe now that she was here she could unwind and begin to relax. She had several year's worth of hard studying at college to work out of her system after all... Well, maybe more like a few weeks in all of those years, and a whole lot of partying and watching TV... Still, a vacation would be good, she wasn't quite ready to give up on her carefree youth yet, and wasn't particularly looking forward to the years of adulthood which lay ahead after college.
"Well..." she began, "I'm going out..."
Her mother grunted in response, instead staring silently at her left high heel raised in the air, seeming to be considering getting something taller.
"You better not cause any trouble," Lorraine snapped a moment later, as always managing to find something critical to say. "We are in a foreign country and have to put on our best display, it's still rare for our people to come over here since tourism opened back up after all. And have a shower before you go out, you've been travelling in that all morning."
Rhiannon rolled her eyes, before sliding down from the bed and finding it just a bit terrifying as she built up a bit of momentum before hitting the floor.
"Mom, there's like a million dwarves in this city alone. Nobody is going to think we're representing our country. Now where's the local cash for the stores?"
She turned towards her mother's suitcase, looking greedily, as she suddenly became excited by the thought of imagined shopping.
"I said after a shower," her mother commanded scathingly, causing the young woman to turn red with embarrassment as she faced the fact that her mother could still ultimately control her. The bitch probably didn't even care about the shower, but was rather just trying to continue their fight and exert her domination over the twenty year old adult daughter.
"Fine!" Rhiannon snapped, grabbing her own backpack and heading towards the bathroom.
Getting into the bathroom was easy, but pulling the stool over to lock the door felt incredibly ridiculous. Still, she had her privacy now, and she sighed, letting the stress ease off her, glancing in wonder at the oversized bathroom facing her as she began to strip, leaving her clothes in a messy bundle on the floor.
"Tells me to have a shower will she," she growled, reaching into her backpack to fetch her headphones, which were at least waterproof. A delicious plan was forming in her mind as an evil smile crept across her face. She was told to have a shower? Well, she'd just have an hour-long shower with her headphones turned right up and see how her mother liked that. The woman better hope that she didn't need to use the bathroom any time soon, especially since they'd been travelling from before sunrise. She probably couldn't even activate the lift to go down to find another bathroom, and would have to knock on another door on the same level with her kid's stepping stool in tow.
Turning the volume to max, she pushed the plastic stool under the water nozzles and carefully turned them on, cautiously stepping under the water and sighing in relaxation as the warm stream hit her and thudded distantly against the music blaring in her ears. They definitely did showers right on the mainland, the heavy stream of water was positively luxurious. She was beginning to sense that the vacation might just be fine once she got out and could do things on her terms, it would just take a little while to adjust to this other country - which was almost like another reality in many ways - and then she could go home and wow all her friends with her casually smug overseas travelling expertise.
By the time that she turned the shower off, she'd gone through her entire playlist twice, every bit of stress having melted away in the hot water, her fingers a little wrinkled. Wrapping herself in a towel, she emerged out into the hotel room and was bemused as a billowing cloud of steam followed her, hitting the opposite wall of the small entry hallway and rolling towards their open bed area.
She marched into their bedroom area smugly, expecting to be berated by her mother for spending so long in the shower, smiling in preparation, when it dawned on her that, annoyingly, the woman wasn't there.
Had she gone to use a bathroom elsewhere? That would be an amusingly successful outcome of Rhiannon's little plan. Or, Rhiannon thought, her optimism dropping, maybe her mother had just gone out and abandoned Rhiannon there for the afternoon, shopping on her own terms and leaving her adult daughter trapped away in the hotel room without any money... Oh that would be a terrible backfiring of her long showering bitchiness.
Feeling more annoyed than smug now, Rhiannon strode through the apartment and noticed that it had an odd scent of... something. Maybe talcum. Whatever it was, she felt sure that it wasn't there earlier. Frowning at her mother's absence, striding forward, she stepped on something clothlike, and glanced down to see that the woman's black panties were strewn carelessly across the floor, as if they had been tossed aside. Weirdly, the rest of her mother's clothes from the skirt-suit combo were messily strewn about everywhere too, some even thrown up over the high shelves and wall lights, like she'd just been tossing them aside carelessly, never intending to use them again. The messiness was fairly uncharacteristic of her clean-freak of a mother, and it only furthered Rhiannon's suspicion that the woman had rushed out of the hotel as soon as Rhiannon had gotten into the shower, not even staying to notice that Rhiannon had been in there for a full hour, having been the one playing Rhiannon in fact from the very start.
"Dammit," the twenty year old hissed, feeling frustratingly outmaneuvered, beginning to pace. Calming herself, she decided not to presume the worst just yet, even from her mother. Who knew, maybe the woman had left some cash up on her bed, since Rhiannon had taken her bags with her into the bathroom, and there didn't seem to be anywhere else that they could both reach...
Pushing a plastic stool across the floor, ignoring the messy clothes and embarrassing underwear strewn about the room, she clambered up still wrapped in her white towel, looking around hopefully, but saw no money. Strangely, it smelled even more of the weird talcum powder up there, like her mother had coated her clothes in it before leaving or something. Glancing about her own bed, Rhiannon realised in annoyance that there was a coating of the stuff on her own bed, outlining an opaque rectangular shape with wings atop her blanket, like her mother had laid a long piece of clothing there and dusted around it.
"Weird," she said in annoyed bafflement, reaching out to run a hand across it and mess up the perfect outline it had created. She racked her memories to recall whether it was there before, feeling sure that it wasn't. Was the hotel room just dirty? Her frown deepened as she considered that maybe her mother had just made the mess on purpose, a passive-aggressive dusting of some clothes or something on Rhiannon's bed as an apparently-innocent accident which was anything but. But then, Rhiannon thought sheepishly, she was the one who had stayed in the shower for an hour with her music on full-blast, giving her an opportunity to play passive-aggressively innocent if there had been a knock... Maybe she was just projecting...
Looking across at her mother's bed, she saw that, oddly, there was also a giant wooden hairbrush atop of it, set aside carelessly on one corner. Where in the world had her mother even gotten that? Was it part of the room's amenities? It looked heavier than a suitcase, how did she even get it up there?
Frustrated and confused, she began lowering herself back down from the kid's stepping stool, deciding that she'd simply been outplayed that afternoon. Striding crankily over to the large glass doors which led out onto the balcony, she peaked around the thin semi-translucent curtains to see that she at least had a good touristy view over the city. It was a damn big place, much larger than the cities of her own home, in both breadth and height, and she felt a rush of sudden rush of holiday excitement and shopping greed again. However it only reminded her of how much she was missing out on, trapped away in the hotel room until her bitch of a mother returned. It was still midday out, but there wasn't anything that she could do without money, especially as an uninitiated Little in another land for the first time. She needed cab fares, shopping money, and hell, probably some really tall heels. A friend back home had suggested that she buy some, if only she'd listened... Right now she wasn't even sure if she could reach the elevator's buttons, which made it all the more perplexing for how her mother had left there.
Glancing down beyond the balcony's edge, she noted that she could at least see the far half of the hotel's parking lot, and began scanning about in lazy boredom, wondering what else she might be able to at least spot from her vantage point to entertain herself. It was after all an entirely new country with some very baffling features, so she decided to set herself up in the window for awhile and see if she might not be able to spot an actual amazon giantess, preferably at a safe distance without having to deal with their perplexing attitudes this time.
One appeared within the parking lot within minutes, walking away from the hotel, and Rhiannon leaned in to get a better look. She was pushing a stroller, and had another kid in tow in a safety harness leash... Come to think of it, Rhiannon realised in bafflement, that was the same giantess who they'd encountered at the front door, the one who she was worried was going to complain about them. The woman has seemed to be leaving before, yet had stayed until at least now. Feeling a bit panicky, she had a gut feeling that the woman had indeed stayed to complain about them. But would the hotel staff given them their room number? Surely she would have been turned away and was leaving now in frustration.
It dawned on her then that even though the woman still had her toddling kid in a harness leash behind her, she was also pushing a stroller now, with an occupant clearly visible by the leg sticking out on the side that Rhiannon could see. Perhaps she had just been picking up her other kid, or a friend of her kid, or it didn't really matter, Rhiannon was just relieved as she started to feel fairly sure that the woman didn't have the stroller before, and likely hadn't stayed for them after all.
The group reached a car parked at the far end of the lot, where the woman opened the back door and then crouched to seemingly lecture her kid in the harness. Wagging a finger in the girl's face, she seemed to be crossly warning about something, gesturing once to the other occupant in the stroller, maybe suggesting that they'd have to get along. Finally she spun the girl around by the shoulders and delivered an almighty hard smack on her posterior, causing Rhiannon to flinch as she imagined the fact that she herself could easily fit into that positi... No, it was a silly concern, there was no danger of the giants doing something like smacking her just because she was the same size as their kids, it didn't mean they'd ever consider treating her like one in that regard - she was in college for crying out loud.
Still, she watched with a somewhat mesmerized curiosity now as the giantess lifted the toddler up and sat her in a babies carseat, strapping her in. She turned her attention then to the unseen occupant of the stroller, seeming to think for a moment, before walking around to the trunk of the car. She returned a moment later with another carseat in her hands, and began strapping it into the back of the car.
She really must have just picked that kid up unexpectedly, Rhiannon thought with a frown, given that the carseat wasn't even installed before. There were a few angry kicks from the occupant of the stroller, which began to bemuse Rhiannon as she thought derisively that the obviously more immature of the two should not be tantruming over a carseat, when even the harness-wearing girl had to sit in one.
Finally the amazon began unstrapping and lifting the occupant of the stroller, allowing Rhiannon to see that it was a girl clearly evidenced by the two big bushy giant pigtails bouncing on either side of her head. She wore a short little toddler dress, and Rhiannon audibly smirked as she realised that she could see the girl's full white disposable diaper from behind, even at that distance. To think, somebody the same size as her, but completely undeserving of things like mature panties, how bemusingly embarrassing it must be for her.
The tot kept thrashing and kicking, and Rhiannon's jaw dropped as she realised that the woman was lifting a foot into the car to raise her thigh and lay her toddler down over her knee. The woman was going to deliver a spanking, right there in the parking lot, and not a minor one it seemed, given how high she raised her hand behind the diapered bottom. It was a very traditionalist approach, Rhiannon thought in numb surprise, but she supposed that she felt that it was deserving, since the stroller-baby shouldn't be so uppity when even the walking toddler had to go into a carseat. Kids shouldn't get snooty and cause tantrums after all, half of the problems in the world were caused by adults taking a soft weak stance with little ones, regardless of country.
A moment later, sure enough, the blows started raining down on the padded backside of the naughty child, whose kicks and thrashing balled fists were helpless in the great space of air around the giantess's outstretched knee. Rhiannon looked on at the distant silent sight in strange approval, feeling a little malice to that girl for some reason - perhaps because she had been audacious and Rhiannon reserved the right to act that way solely for herself, or maybe simply because the diapered kid had the same coloured hair as her mother, and Rhiannon was a little biased against her.
Increased thrashing from the naughty child only resulted in an increased intensity of the spankings raining down on her backside, and sometimes between her widely spread legs, the utilitarian thick disposable seeming to prevent the kicking brat from closing them. Finally the kid seemed to be relenting a little, and the mother paused to reach for something on her belt, only to seemingly find that it wasn't there. Suddenly she turned, and seemed to look directly up at Rhiannon, who gasped and quickly stepped sideways from the window, knowing that she had probably been behind the curtain anyway and likely not visible, but feeling as though the giant's gaze has been right on her. Surely the giantess hadn't been looking at their window directly, it was just a coincidence, maybe she'd left something inside in one of the surrounding rooms.
When Rhiannon finally found the courage to peak out of the curtain again, she found that the spanking had resumed, though seemed to be winding down now as the woman's second child displayed increasing obedience. Eventually the giantess seemed to be satisfied, stopping her spanking to begin lecturing the child, still laying helplessly over her knee, who seemed to be utterly defeated in her naughtiness.
Eventually the lecture wound down, and the woman grabbed her daughter under her arms on both sides, lifting her up to give a gentle big kiss on her cheek, and showing that what she was doing was out of love while punctuating the end of their spanking. Rhiannon found herself slowly nodding in approval, agreeing that the mother just wanted to show what was for the daughter's good, and was helping her learn to behave and not put on a tantrum over a simple children's carseat, which was frankly suitable for anybody in those sorts of thick diapers.
A car pulled up close to them in the parking lot then as the gentler post-spanking lecture continued, and a Betweener - or perhaps a small Giantess - woman stepped out. Rhiannon was surprised all over again to see that the new arrival was wearing what looked like the uniform of the attendants from their morning flight. Or on second thought, it might have even been the attendant who had broken up their little argument that morning.
The new arrival walked briskly over to the amazon and gave her a very quick but intimate peck on the lips, before gesturing happily to the diapered tot in her arms and saying something ecstatic. Rhiannon was more baffled at the woman's arrival than anything else, such as her apparent relationship between her and the hotel woman, and how large she looked. The flight attendant had been tall compared to the others, and may have perhaps been a smaller giantess, Rhiannon thought in retrospect, if not an otherwise very large Betweener. Either way, they were all huge to dwarves...
As they finished talking, the woman holding the kid stuck two fingers between the girl's legs to check her diaper, seeming to cluck and shake her head as she found it deserving for its unhappy occupant in the first place, and then began depositing the girl into the carseat and strapping her in.
Rhiannon continued to just stare in dumb confusion, wondering why the attendant had shown up, if she had come to check on them as she'd been promising, or perhaps had sent a friend. It might just be a coincidence that they knew each other, the woman did work in flight after all, and it was a hotel...
The newly arrived woman bent down to glance into the car then, looking past the just-deposited kid, and stood back up looking confused. She began gesturing to the other giant and asking a series of questions, to which the larger woman began shrugging and pointing right up at... Rhiannon dived behind the wall again with a gasp, feeling stupid, but again seeming so sure that they were looking at her window. But no, maybe they were just discussing some random feature of the hotel. Or maybe the woman really had stayed to complain, on behalf of the flight attendant who was being a bit more involved in their stay than Rhiannon had expected, and maybe she'd even gotten their room number, pointing up with a shrug to say that nobody was home when she knocked - Lorraine having rushed out and Rhiannon being in the shower blocking out all noise.
She shivered, trying to imagine answering the door to that giant, and was glad that she had been wearing the headphones. Why, what if the woman had tried to spank her? She had the size and predilection to do it. No, Rhiannon thought angrily, shaking her head, she had to stop thinking about the giants spanking her, they may have strapped her into the booster seat on the shuttle bus that morning, but they would understand the difference between her and a kid. Hell, if anybody needed reminding it was herself, since she seemed to be putting herself more on par with the two kids than the enormous giantesses who stood over them, purely out of size similarity. But she was a college girl, she told herself, and wouldn't be thought of that way by the giantesses, and had to make sure that she didn't ever think it of herself.
Finally, carefully, Rhiannon poked her nose back around the edge of the glass doorframe, glancing down into the parking lot. The two women were hugging and returning to their cars, the big car pulling out first, followed by the slightly smaller car of the flight attendant. Finally as they disappeared, Rhiannon let out a breath of relief. So maybe the attendant had tried to dramatize their stay, and maybe the woman had stayed to complain, but it all seemed to thankfully be over now, and Rhiannon was sure that she was free from having to worry about their spanking craziness ever somehow impacting her life.
Feeling smugly relieved, the tourist dwarf padded back to her bed, climbed up, and reached for the heavy remote to flick on the TV, deciding that she'd get used to a bit of the local culture that way. At least until her Mom got back.
Part 3 + 4
Rhiannon sat flicking through the channels from her hotel bed, finding herself increasingly agitated. Where the fuck had her mom gone? And what was she supposed to do if she didn't come back soon?
Realising that she'd simply been rotating through the channels without paying attention, she looked up and frowned. There didn't seem to be anything good on, and she'd been so lost in her thoughts that the same dozen or so channels had probably gone by a hundred times now. Yet they were all only playing kids shows, which had kept her going endlessly until she found something better.
She finally stopped on one, feeling annoyed that she wasn't catching the local news or maybe a soap opera - it would be interesting to see how they mixed giants and dwarves in that sort of show's context after all - but she found that, annoyingly, it was just another kid's show. Some sort of educational program with puppets and adults teaching spelling and morality lessons to some little kids. One excitable bald man was explaining the benefits of being good to a very awkward looking little girl who stood blushing in layered pink frilly dress, who was clearly shy about her role on TV.
Rhiannon sighed and tried the next channel, only to find another kids show which wasn't any better. A bunch of colourful tubby looking creatures were prancing around on a grassy hill, leading a group of thickly diapered toddlers who were struggling to keep up, and Rhiannon scowled, thinking that they had this show at home, or one like it. She tried again, getting a singing purple dinosaur teaching lessons to a bunch of kids sucking on pacifiers sitting in a semi-circle watching him, before squinting at the corner of the screen and realising that it had a large red warning which read 'Child Lock: On'.
"God dammit!" Rhiannon hissed in frustration. Had her Mom done this to her? Or was the hotel just that lame? She'd come all this way partway around the world to explore the culture, and instead she was stuck watching kids shows.
Feeling that she'd run out of options, she tried to turn the TV off, but found that it wouldn't respond to that command either. She pressed the button again and again, and grew red with frustration as she began mashing every button instead, watching it flick through boring juvenile shows until she finally just muted it. She sat back and blinked in surprise at how frustrated she'd become, looking around her hotel room to remind herself where she was. She was in another country for the first time ever, and she should be making something of that to impress her friends when she got back home. Most of them were probably partying and laying around by pools for their yearly study break, and she needed something to one up that after missing out this year.
Unfortunately things were going to be boring until her Mom got back with the money and hotel access cards. Rhiannon supposed that she could sleep now, and stay out later at night, since that could be fun, and she'd had to get up for their early morning flight. After all, who knew what exciting things dwarves did at night on the mainland - probably more interesting than what her friends were doing back home, likely laying about in bikinis by the pools and talking about upcoming university courses.
She yawned, and lay back, worming under the covers while still wrapped in her towel. Perhaps her Mom would be back at any moment, hopefully with bags of groceries from which Rhiannon could get something to eat. Until then, she would catch up on sleep, and prepare for a big night while her idiot Mom would likely be in bed before sunset, exhausted from her big day. She smirked at the thought that her cranky mother was likely having more encounters like on their way in, knowing that the bratty woman just couldn't handle being talked down to diminutively, and would be yelling and fighting and making a fool of herself on her first day in another country before long. Rhiannon would play it more cool, and would totally upshow her mom by fitting in like a regular dwarf on the mainland, indistinguishable from the locals before long.
She snuggled up into her pillow, and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep with that smug confident thought. Annoyingly, her bed still smelt like the mystery powder - maybe talcum - and she sighed, wondering what in the hell her mom had gotten up to before going out, and what idiotic things she was up to now.
Rhiannon awoke bleary eyed and to the colourful flashing lights of the TV. She stared in confusion at the kids shows playing on silent for a moment, before finally remembering where she was, and why the TV was still on.
She groaned, and rolled over, looking out the glass balcony doors. It was sometime past dark out, and her damn mother still wasn't back. She was probably adapting to the local life better than Rhiannon had expected, and the young tourist frowned with bitter jealousy.
Worse, she was hungry, had no money, and hadn't been given a chance to explore the country on her first day like she'd planned. Her expected vacation experiences were being stolen, and now her mother was likely living it up somewhere, getting all of the excitement and adventure of being a tourist Little on the mainland first. She tried to imagine where her mom might be right now, probably getting a great meal, sitting in some sort of fancy chair especially made for dwarves so they could fit in with the big people's world, likely blatantly wearing some cute local outfit that she didn't even realise that she was too old for.
Rhiannon made a dramatic face at the thought, and stared miserably out at the inviting city lights. Oh how Rhiannon wanted to be out there, spending money, dressing as the local dwarves did, hell - her stomach growled - just getting some regular food. Whatever the locals ate.
She kicked off her blanket and looked about with a serious frown. Her mother had seemingly left her nothing, which was rude even by her standards. Lorraine couldn't just do that, it was... Why, it was child abuse, Rhiannon thought, an evil smile spreading across her face. Oh how she'd make trouble for her mother now.
Sitting up in her bed, she reached for the big phone on the counter between the two bedheads, and, pulled the heavy receiver over, working out quickly how to call the front desk.
"Hello?" a voice clicked a moment later, "Can we help you?"
Struggling to figure out what to say, she took a breath, then tried to sound as calm and collected as possible. She didn't want them to think that she was hysterical, after all, she just wanted them to give her mother a difficult time, harsh looks and cross comments and so on, to let the woman know that this kind of thing was unacceptable. She wouldn't give her exact age, just make it seem like somebody was being neglectful and that they should give her mother hell for it.
"Yes, I'm in... room 24-A, and my mother has left me. I have no food, or anything. I was wondering if you could possibly have somebody call her? If she gave a number. She really shouldn't have done this. I think it's child abuse."
She smiled smugly, and patiently held the giant phone receiver to her side, awaiting a reply.
"We'll send somebody up right away," the voice quickly replied on the other end, "You just wait there, okay?"
"Oh... Sure..." Rhiannon replied, feeling a little surprised, and annoyed that they didn't try calling her mom like she had hoped. She'd not actually wanted to speak to anybody in person, but maybe at least she could get a meal from them now, maybe talk them into putting it on her mother's credit card under room service.
While they'd unfortunately realise that she wasn't as young as she had suggested in the call, she'd now still be given a chance to play up the drama about her situation, which would come back to haunt her mother later on... Smiling and satisfied with her plan, the tourist moved the heavy receiver back over to the phone dialler, and set it down with a click.
Humming one of the songs that she'd been listening to on loop in the shower, Rhiannon began glancing about the messy room, wondering what she should say when they arrived. It was a bit awkward, but at best it would create a bit of frustration for her mother, hopefully they were contacting her right now. She would play up the pity angle, and maybe get that meal, it was perfect... Though it suddenly dawned on her that she was only wearing a towel with no underwear.
There was a knock, then a beep as somebody began swiping a door card a moment later. Rhiannon jumped in surprise, thinking that she still wasn't even dressed, realising that she'd dazed out while smugly plotting. The tourist panicked, sliding from her tall bed and double checking that the towel was still in place, before rushing towards the door. It wasn't the way that she'd hoped to be met, especially since the towel was fairly light and might even be transparent under the right lighting. Still, it would have to do, and she quickly tried to intercept her guest at the door. She was a bit peeved that they were letting themselves in, and for a moment worried that it might her mother returning, which would put a crimp in her plans for revenge, and annoyingly allow her mother to contradict her story once the actual staff showed up.
Instead, a young amazon poked her head in, glancing about the room in obvious concern before looking down to find Rhiannon.
"Oh there you are. Are you ok hon?" the girl asked, flinging open the door and advancing quickly down the short hall.
The giantess wore the uniform of the staff, and Rhiannon could only stand baffled as the giantess bore down towards her. They were so... big. She'd almost forgotten what her morning had been like.
A moment later the enormous woman was wrapping her arms around Rhiannon, seemingly set on comforting her after her supposed ordeal, leaving the tourist standing there gaping and thinking that it was all a bit over the top. She found herself remaining still as a post as the woman patted her on the back a few times, murmuring something about how it was all going to be okay, before finally pulling away.
"Now when did your mother leave you here Sweetie?" the young woman asked incredulously, her eyes full of understanding pity as she looked down. "Oh it's just about child abuse isn't it!"
"Yes!" Rhiannon declared impertinently, "I've been here ALL day! I've got nothing to eat. No access cards, no money, nothing! Really I think she needs a talking to! My mother's gone too far this time!"
The giantess nodded, reaching over to pat Rhiannon on the shoulder once again. The tourist found it a bit embarrassingly intimate, not to mention intimidating given the woman's enormous size, but she bit her tongue and kept from making a face, knowing that playing up the drama of the situation and getting them on her side would most likely help her, not to mention the planned torment of her bitchy mother.
"Hrm, we best get you out of here then," the giantess said decisively, removing the her hand from her shoulder, only to turn it into two hands snaking under Rhiannon's armpits, suddenly lifting the dwarf tourist into the air.
"H-Hey!" the tourist squeaked, having not expected that. There were... limits, to social decorum, surely. A Big couldn't just pick up a Little like that, it wasn't like she was... some pet or a child... Even if she was similar in size for them.
Before she'd even properly registered the sudden act of being manhandled, she'd been sat at the woman's hip, held in place by a strong arm, and felt her mind go blank from embarrassment. Suddenly she was wishing only for her towel to stay in place, and wondered in the fuck the woman thought that she was doing. Maybe... Maybe she thought it would be faster to transport her this way, but it would not be a story that she'd be telling her friends once she got back home. In fact, she very much doubted that she would ever admit to anybody that she'd been so handled in such a way. Her butt was cupped by the woman's arm for goodness' sake!
"Oh you poor thing, you must be so unused to people taking care of you properly, mustn't you?" the woman cooed, looking around the room and walking over to switch the TV off manually. "How terrible, and you're right, I don't see your mother anywhere. And oh, what a mess it is in here! Why there's a cute little pair of socks up here on one of the light shades, how messy."
Rhiannon looked around the room from an entirely new height, feeling dizzy and nodding automatically, clinging to the woman's side without entirely meaning to. She didn't know how to handle being handled in such a way at all, staring about wide eyed and biting her tongue as the giantess moved about the room, poking and prodding, getting a good look everywhere before finally deciding that her search was done.
"Welp, I guess I better get you out of here!" the worker exclaimed, "I'm sure if they get in contact with your mother from the office, they'll have a few choice words to say to her!"
Rhiannon slowly nodded again, feeling that she was at least hearing things which fit her original plan now. Although being carried wasn't her little plan at all, in fact she'd definitely never imagined even getting picked up. She realised that she had simply been nodding dumbly to everything that the giantess woman asked, not even sure what she was responding to half the time, until the hotel worker was carrying her out of the room.
"I um-" she began, feeling a surge of panic as she looked back at her retreating bed. Her small bag was by the end, and contained all her options for remaining clothes. Their airline luggage still hadn't arrived, but at least her bag still had a few things which she could change into, given that she was still only in a towel...
"My bag!" she whined, but it was too late, the door was already closing and locking automatically behind them, and they were out into the hall. She whimpered, and the woman gently shushed her while shifting the tourist about on her hip, maybe to rest her more comfortably, or maybe to get a better grip in case she acted up. Perhaps the woman just thought it more efficient to transfer Littles this way...
It suddenly dawned on Rhiannon then that the woman might not be entirely aware of her age, considering their height difference, and the story that she'd given... Hell, she was currently sitting in only a towel, and would look so small to the giantess... Hell, she could look entirely like a completely abandoned kid for all the woman knew! Especially considering the TV shows that were on...
"Look, um," she began, realising the possible mistake, and the woman's attitude the entire time, "I think that there might have been a bit of a mix up. You see-"
"Don't worry dear," the giantess kindly assured her, "We'll get to the bottom of things with your mother, I assure you. Now you don't want to spend another moment in that pig-sty of a room now do you? No! It's a place of disappointing parents and unhappy memories. Why, we'll get you downstairs, and then will get things sorted out for you."
Rhiannon nodded slowly, supposing reluctantly that it might be easier to explain the embarrassing mix up once down there, since explaining while the woman carried her at her hip, well below her face level, was hardly going to work well...
She was entirely regretting her little plan to stir up drama now, and was completely tongue-tied over how to explain her usage of the term 'child abuse', while not coming off as a completely dramatic trouble-maker, which was ultimately the truth, she realised with a cringe. Dammit, why hadn't she just been truthful from the start?
She whimpered, clinging tighter to the woman, noting with a blush that her relatively small hand was clutching over one of the woman's enormous boobs, finally realising why the giantess felt so soft there.
Oh hell no, she thought quickly, readjusting her hands to somewhere less embarrassing. She still clung tightly to the back of the woman's outfit, but adjusted her other hand down above the woman's stomach, which was far firmer. The giantess was in shape, she thought with a blush. Oh now the woman would think even less of her maturity, given that she'd had her hand mindlessly on her boob for the past few minutes.
It was going to be an embarrassing explanation once they got downstairs, and she closed her eyes as they walked towards the elevator, hating every moment of being carried out in public like this. Not to mention that there was only a thin white towel protecting her modesty, which was likely quite transparent where her butt was straining against the woman's strong arm... She tried to reassure herself that it was at least late at night, fretting away at the woman's hip while the giantess confidently walked and swayed. Once they got downstairs, and got to the staff room or whatever, she could finally find a way to explain it all, and get somebody to help her with modesty situation at the same time...
There was a ding, and the lift began going down, before finally there was another ding and the rush of cool air. They walked for a time, seeming to go on forever, until finally Rhiannon pulled her face away from where she'd near buried it in the woman's side to hide, and realised that they were in the underground car park.
"Wait, what are we doing down here?" Rhiannon asked in confusion, seeing a van belonging to the resort parked ahead of them.
"You obviously can't go back to your room dear," the woman said, casually reaching out with one hand to open the van's sliding door, bracing Rhiannon with the other. "But don't worry, we know a place where you can stay tonight."
Rhiannon's anxiety turned into panic.
"Wait!" she exclaimed, beginning to wriggle. Sitting at the giantess's hip was the weirdest thing in the world, and the entirely unusual and embarrassing state of it was making it hard for her to find her words or coherent mental state.
"There's been a mistake!" she insisted, not wanting to elaborate, but hoping that it just would slow the woman down, cause her to pause and let Rhiannon collect herself and her words.
Unfortunately it didn't, and she found two hands pushing her backwards into a booster seat, embarrassingly even more childish than the one she'd sat in on the shuttle bus. Oh did the woman really think...? Or was it just the standard way of getting dwarves around in big vehicles?
"We'll get it sorted out as soon as we get there dear," the woman promised, seeming to be largely set on ignoring Rhiannon's insistences, "They're much more qualified than me to handle these types of situations, they deal with them regularly enough."
"Well, I..." Rhiannon began awkwardly, not knowing what to say. Maybe it would be easier to just go there, and get it sorted out... It would just be a quick drive over, and it seemed like it would be harder to explain it to the local young giantess who wasn't even qualified in such things. Besides, she didn't much want the hotel staff to know that she'd been trying to create drama. Getting to talk to some other people she'd never see again in this foreign country, before coming back, might be better...
She squirmed in her booster seat for a moment, but finally decided to stay silent until they got to the destination. She gasped as she realised that the woman was bringing a strap up between her legs, and quickly squeaked and reached down to hold the towel in place while the woman worked the buckle up over her pelvis. She turned pink as the giantess spent some time tightening the strap with fingers whisking against her towel constantly, seeming completely unfazed, like Rhiannon's wriggles were just dramatic oddities of a child, and perhaps just hoping that her night shift ended soon.
"Now you just sit back here and be good," the woman commanded with a mixture of stern command and gentle reassurance, punctuating her sentence by turning a lock on Rhiannon's crotch buckle.
Rhiannon nodded dumbly, flinching as the woman patted her head, and feeling that her case for explaining things was getting worse by the second as she delayed. But still, she felt more comfortable with her chances of explaining things at the other end, she just wasn't sure how she was going to face this woman on the drive back.
The van's door slid closed, and Rhiannon jumped at the bang, realising that she was trapped in the back of the van. Suddenly in the cold dark, without the imposing giantess in her face, she wondered why she was going along with all this. She was sitting in a booster seat, late at night, about to be driven somewhere. Fuck, what was she doing? She was just hungry, cold, and a little tired, not to mention overwhelmed with being in a new country and being manhandled in such a way. But she should have spoken up, she needed to now, things were all getting out of hand. It was late at night and she was about to be driven off to who only knew where.
She would speak up once the woman got into the front of the van, she decided...
The lights flickered on, and Rhiannon looked up to see the woman entering, and... that there was a glass partition between the front and the back of the van. She saw now that she was surrounded by booster seats, not unlike her own, and realised with a shock that it was seemingly a van for dealing with lost children. There were toys strewn about on the floor, and the faint smell of urine. She turned pink, realising now that she actually had been mistaken for a child. It was no longer just theoretical.
She realised that the giants might well occasionally mistake Littles that way, since they couldn't easily tell the difference, and who knew how long it could go on if the Little didn't speak up. She wondered if it had ever happened to anybody else, oh it must have, at least once before, and it must have been rather embarrassing. It probably at least happened occasionally in the history of this crazy multi-sized country, people being mistaken from behind in shopping queues and so on, though Rhiannon wondered if she had gotten the worst of it, going much further than it usually did.
It was extra embarrassing that she was stuck behind a glass partition seemingly created to keep the noise of rowdy and difficult kids from reaching and distracting the driver. She shivered, thinking that a dwarf stuck in such a situation was as trapped as any real kid for the trip, experiencing the same debasing treatment of being given no option to speak up until the 'adult in the front' got to where they were going, and felt that the kids in the back were worth listening to. She began kicking, struggling at the strap buckle on her crotch, refusing to let herself give in to experiencing that childish condition for the drive, but found that, annoyingly, the woman really had locked her in with the crotch buckle.
"Fuck!" she hissed, and reached out hopelessly in an attempt to pound on the glass partition window, but found that it was several arm lengths away and significantly above her height anyway. Slinking back into her booster seat with a blush, she realised that she really was set for a trip of mistaken identity, locked in the back like a regular child.
The van pulled into motion, and the tourist sat miserably in her locked booster seat. She tried waving, yelling, and stating her age as loud as she could in case the woman could hear her through the glass. She tried explaining that there'd been a mistake, that she couldn't leave the hotel - that all her clothes were there! But the woman just couldn't hear her, the pane of glass seemed to be designed to drown out shrieking kids putting on just this kind of show upon realising that they were being driven off somewhere, probably being taken into protective services, she realised with a sinking stomach. Oh it was going to be an embarrassing conversation once she got there, and she doubted that the trip would take long, only bringing it about all the sooner.
It was late, and the streets were empty, and they cruised past countless buildings and suburbs unimpeded, which only made Rhiannon increasingly nervous about how far they were travelling. She'd presumed that it would only be a short trip, but now... She tried kicking a few more times for good measure, but was well and truly stuck, locked in just as well as any child would be.
The city buildings began to ease away to smaller apartments, and then houses, and she began to panic, realising how far they were travelling. It had perhaps been over an hour now of driving at full speed, and she didn't even know the direction they were going. Sure she'd looked at a few maps of the city before coming over, but it was dark, and she had no idea of anything beyond their little tourist area, especially far out into the countryside. She was left to sit miserably alone in the booster seat, legs dangling into nothingness within the enormous van, silently panicking until even that passed.
She was going to be in for it now, making them drive all this way. What was meant to be a dramatic prank on her mom had suddenly turned into a major mix up which was going to screw up her holiday significantly. She suddenly had pictures of having to wait at this place until her mom came and picked her up, signing her out, and who knew how long it would take the woman to come and collect her? Even if she did state her true age, would they let her go drama-free after causing them all this trouble? Were they even going to believe her at this point? Or would they just think that she was being a dramatic brat, a sudden tantrum after the long late night journey where her juvenile age had not been in doubt at any point before? Especially since they might not want to consider that they'd made such a mistake after all that driving...
She supposed that she could resort to the terrible option, lifting her towel to flash her pubic hair and prove her age... But no... There were some lines which Rhiannon wasn't able to bring herself to cross easily, and flashing herself would be her absolute last resort. She'd try talking first, though at least she could use to that embarrassing resort if other options failed.
Finally, after what seemed over an hour of driving, they began to slow down, pulling up outside what looked like a rather institutional three story grey building. It was surrounded by a tall iron fence by even amazon standards, and just about impossible to surpass by dwarf standards. As the headlights rolled over the sign by the gate, Rhiannon's stomach sunk as she read that it was a lost kids home and orphanage.
Great... she'd expected to maybe be getting taken to the cops or something to make a statement against her mother, but this was dramatically more embarrassing. At least it was just a mistake, and she'd get it sorted out, but just the knowledge of their intention to commit her to such a place was unnerving. She was an adult and a tourist after all, they wouldn't keep her in a place like this, but it was just going to be horrifically embarrassing to have to explain it all.
Realising that she was sweating from anxiety, she began squirming about on her damp towel and hoping that the damn booster seat would at least be behind her soon. The extent of her screw up was now evident to her, and they'd be so pissed when they found out after all that driving that she'd just been attempting to create drama. But then, it wasn't her fault! The glass partition had left her unable to communicate for well over an hour! Of course, they'd then ask why she had used the term child abuse back in the hotel, and she'd have to admit that she'd just been a dramatic trouble maker and attempted bitch towards her mom, using the hotel staff in her games...
That they actually thought that putting her in a kids home was the right solution for what they saw when looking at her didn't help her confidence levels one bit. She was never exactly well endowed, so to speak, but still had always presumed that she looked mature enough to be easily recognised as an adult, even by larger people. After all, she and her friends often wore bikinis and low cut dresses, and looked womanly enough by their own standards. But then, amazons were all particularly well-endowed, maybe their standards for adulthood appearance were a bit different...
The door slid open, and Rhiannon squirmed in her booster seat, unhappily letting the woman go about beginning to unstrap her. It was easily going to be the most awkward conversation of her life, and she was in no rush to start it. Not out here, in the dark, beside a remote regional orphanage after such a long drive... She found herself wishing that she'd actually planned what she was going to say during the long trip over, instead of just sitting there feeling bad for herself.
The last strap was worked out from under her arm, and Rhiannon winced as suddenly the woman's hands came to lift her again, giving her absolutely no benefit of the doubt for being a mature aged college student and adult.
"Can I just walk?" she asked with a whimper, just wanting to get inside to explain things with the assistance of the light.
"No darling, you have no shoes," the cute young hotel worker point out, reaching over to tap Rhiannon on the nose.
She squirmed, scrunching up her face and getting a look of bemusement from the woman holding her, who seemed to think of it as just like the antics of a bratty little kid. She was suddenly rested over the woman's shoulder, a hand properly under backside now, and turned every shade of scarlet, looking at their receding van while the woman bounced her a little as they walked towards the ominous lost kids home.
There was a buzz, and then a moment later an electronic door opened, and Rhiannon found herself only growing more nervous as she was being carried inside. Just the thought of possibly ending up staying here was horrible, though she knew that realistically she wouldn't be. Overwhelming fluorescent lights caused her to blink and grow disoriented, leaving her feeling stunned as she lay over the woman's shoulder.
Maybe she'd just leave it a bit longer to explain... It was so hard right now, and the sudden lights were so disorienting. She still didn't even have a good explanation for why she'd done what she had which sounding like a drama queen...
Worse, it dawned on her that she was still in her white towel, being carried backwards, and she hardly wanted to face anybody as she was right now... But then, things weren't exactly going to get better.
The hotel worker's heels clacked on the tiles of a drab grey hallway, and they came to a reception desk where a disinterested giantess wearing spectacles simply waved them through, barely looking up. Rhiannon looked down in amazement as they walked right past, finding that the woman didn't even need to consider anything out of the ordinary about what she saw in their new arrival. She supposed that it was good in a way, less people really getting a good look at her and knowing of her embarrassing situation, but at the same time, her apparent unimportance and the disinterest they showed towards her wasn't inspiring her confidence. But she'd have to find it and speak up, any moment now...
They came into a rectangular staff room, where a woman in a white nurse's outfit looked up from where she was stacking some white towels at a bench, raising her brows.
"Another one?" she asked.
"Yes. Abandoned and neglected by her mother, the poor dear," the giantess hotel worker said with pity, shaking her head while the dwarf sputtered at the hair flicking into her mouth. "We didn't have many details on her, you'll have to get her details for the system yourself."
Suddenly both of the giant's eyes were on Rhiannon, and she felt even smaller than before, if that was even possible.
"Can you tell us your name honey?" the giantess nurse asked, walking over to a computer while the hotel worker gave her a little suggestive bounce.
"Rh-Rhiannon," she stammered in awkward nervous obedience, looking as the giantess nurse began filling out some details on a computer terminal, causing her to start panicking. Dammit, she'd left it too late, she didn't want to end up with a profile on some orphanage system... "But listen, there's been a bit of a-"
"And how long did your mother leave you alone Rhiannon?" the nurse asked. "You can use your fingers to show us how many."
Rhiannon blinked, opened her mouth, then closed it again, deciding that she'd at least answer the question, since it might help get them on her side before she explained the actual crucial truth that they were missing.
"I think it was like nine hours," she answered, feeling a little more confident that they'd at least have a little anger at her mother now, and maybe understand her plight a little more once she explained it to them.
"Oh dear, that's terrible," the giantess nurse clucked, shaking her head.
Rhiannon nodded, shivering in the woman's arms. She was twenty, complaining about her mom leaving her alone, which might to some only seem more juvenile... Maybe not something which would help her case in truth. What if once they found out the truth... they laughed at her...
"She had no clothes on her?" the nurse giantess asked, nodding towards the towel.
"I just found her in this," the hotel amazon replied, giving a shrug which lifted and lowered Rhiannon with it. "Though there was clothes all over her room. I suppose she might have had an accident."
Rhiannon blinked again. What did they mean by accident? She was wearing a towel, not a hospital gown... And besides, those clothes were mature, the giantess wouldn't have mistaken her for a child if she thought they were hers. But then, maybe given that they were all just so small to them, they wouldn't pay attention to any details beyond that...
"The towel is a bit damp," the amazon holding her shrugged, "She might not even be ready for panties. You know how they are. The hotel room was a bit of a mess when we left."
"The t-towel just like that from sweat-" Rhiannon began nervously, but they were already talking over her.
"I suppose we better get her cleaned up, either way," the huge nurse replied, walking over to the wall and pulling open a metal hatch in apparent routine boredom. "Just put her on the conveyer belt, and you can leave. I'll fill out the rest of the details."
Rhiannon balked. The hotel worker was leaving? But she needed her to get home! Alright, now was really the time to speak up, she couldn't put it off now.
"Okay hang on just a second!" Rhiannon began, being carried towards the machine even as she spoke.
Shit, they weren't going to take her towel were they? Was the nurse just planning on giving her some sort of bath? Holding her under a shower head?
"These new Bremer machines really are a great addition," the nurse remarked, "Really takes the pressure off us."
"Oh you got one of those," the hotel worker remarked excitedly, placing Rhiannon down on some sort of ribbed extrusion from the wall.
"Fully robotic." the Nurse declared cheerfully, giving the metallic wall a good thump for good measure.
Rhiannon found herself glancing over her shoulder to try and work out what they were talking about, unable to find her objections until she had an understanding of what was going on just at that moment. There was an opening chute in the wall behind her, and she was sitting on some sort of cold ribbed surface. Was it a robotic cleaning chute like a carwash? Were they just going to spray her with water? If she went under that in her towel, it would probably go completely transparent...
"OK look-" she began in exasperated frustration, having had enough.
The nurse however was already pressing a big red button on the wall, causing Rhiannon to gasp as the machine lurched into motion beneath her.
"Wait!" she insisted, the conveyer beginning to move underneath her now. "I need to talk to you!"
It was too late, she found herself suddenly whisking down the chute into the wall, the nurse and hotel worker quickly receding in a shrinking square of light.
She shrieked as she plunged into darkness, having no idea what to expect, until suddenly she emerged into a tunnel dimly lit by red lights. She most definitely did not want a cleaning, all she knew was that hotel woman was in danger of leaving, and she had to get out. She turned in a panic to try and get back along the track the way she'd came, only to find that the entrance was blocked off now. Not that she could very well crawl against the power of the conveyer belt anyway, as it whisked her further along from the sealed entrance to the red tunnel.
"Initiating Orphan Arrival Protocol," a feminine robotic voice declared, leaving Rhiannon gaping as she looked over her shoulder in the direction that she was travelling, stuck stupidly on all fours. It was much more advanced technology than she had expected, and she hardly knew what it was going to do, or what 'Orphan Arrival Protocol' entailed.
Mechanical coils snaked up on the sides of the track, and it took Rhiannon a moment to realise that they had robotic gloved hands on the end.
"Holy Shit!" she exclaimed, having never suspected such technology even existed. This foreign country was full of surprises however, and she whimpered as suddenly they came rushing towards her, seemingly intent on 'handling' her as an 'orphan arrival'.
"That's impossible!" she yelled, trying to back up the track as fast she could, but unable to escape as the conveyer belt carried her forward.
One of the impossible robotic hands grabbed at her towel, and the young woman shrieked, reaching over to swat it away. They could not make her naked! Even if it was a robot, there was no way she was going to be seen in the nude by it. She swatted and kicked, falling onto her back and wriggling about while hands grabbed at her, intent on taking her towel. Suddenly it had her ankles and was lifting them in the air, slipping out the towel effortlessly beneath her, while others grabbed her wrists and spread her out beyond the edges of the track, immobilizing her as she whisked along.
The tourist was left laying buck naked and spread out wide, staring up in shock at the red lights whizzing over head. There was no way this was happening, she told herself. It was some kind of weird and impossible dream.
A mechanical coil with a blue light on the end appeared over her, hovering in place as it seemed to take a photo of her entirety. A moment later, it began an apparent scan down the full length of her body, seemingly approving of what it saw as it continued on uninterrupted. She glanced down to watch in horror, not wanting her nude form being recorded in any sort of footage, wondering how she had come across such an impossible invention. Nobody back home knew that this kind of technology existed in foreign countries, and she was shocked to watch the robotic probe continue to scan down her torso, a seemingly well-practiced routine to it.
It reached her crotch, and that was when the light turned red, as the speakers somewhere within the hall crackled to life again.
"Unauthorized early growth hair," it said, sounding rather snappish for a robotic woman, while suddenly the light was moving closer to her crotch.
The tourist watched in baffled horror as tiny lasers started shooting from the glowing end of the mechanical coil, obliterating her pubic hairs one by one in rapid succession. She felt the tiny stings, and cried out in outrage more than pain, seeing the singed smoke twirling up and fading away in the small red-lit tunnel.
"First generation follicles decimated." the machine declared snappishloy, "Regular hair follicles will grow in at puberty."
The conveyer belt started moving again, and Rhiannon gasped. Had that machine just said... Her pubic hair was obliterated until her normal batch was meant to grow in? But she had already passed puberty! What did that mean for her?
Her struggle began up furiously now at the realisation that the machine had no recognition of her adulthood, and was seemingly ok with making permanent changes. It wasn't that her pubic hair was necessarily important to her, nobody ever saw it, yet it was a small but enormous change. It was a sign of her adulthood, which she realised with a gasp, was also her easy backup plan for proving her age to these orphanage people... The horrible consideration that she might actually be considered a kid now set in. She couldn't possibly be expected to stay at a lost kids home, could she..?
"Oh fuck," she whispered to herself, a growing realisation of how much she might be facing getting mistaken for a kid setting in.
Thrashing about in wide-eyed horror, the tourist continued until she eventually felt the struggle melting out from her. She continued down the conveyer track, held spread eagle and staring at the passing overhead LEDs in stunned silence.
What if... What if her only way out now was if her mother came and got her out? The woman may be a huge bitch, but she surely wouldn't leave her there, would she? She had after all made comments about leaving Rhiannon on the mainland... But surely she would never actually go through with that, simply because she found out that the opportunity was actually real...
Rhiannon suddenly had a sick twisting in her stomach, imagining actually not being able to prove her age, abandoned by her mom in a foreign country, getting stuck in an orphanage under the supervision and care of disbelieving giantesses...
As she lay stunned and staring up, thinking through all the horrible possibilities, Rhiannon managed to read a passing sign overhead which said 'Hygiene Preparation."
She didn't much like the sound of that, and a moment later found herself being dumped into a warm bath of water. She sat stunned for a moment, blinking around the edges of the large plastic tub which was lit against dark nothingness on all sides. Soapy robotic hands quickly emerged, and began working on her from every angle. She gasped and spluttered as they began rubbing her skin on every side, arms, legs, back, front, and shoulders, and spun onto all fours to try and get out of the tub.
She only had her hands on the edge when the soft gloved mechanical hands caught her, and pulled her back in, though not without taking the opportunity to access her from new directions with her stuck on all fours. One began working up over her bottom, and the tourist shrieked, finding herself having never been so invaded in her life. Another came up between her legs, and seemed intent on rubbing her there, and she struggled futilely against robotic hands holding her ankles and wrists in place, while she got a more thorough cleaning than she ever thought possible.
The remainder of her wasn't spared either, not even her face, and she squinted and sputtered as sticks of mass produced cheap soap were rubbed all over. One foot was lifted out of the water, and the hands holding the soap went to town there, leaving her gasping and laughing with terrible reluctance as they tickled, eventually putting her foot down and switching to the other.
Finally it ended, and the water drained from the bottom of the tub, leaving the tourist gasping and blinking on all fours while completely naked, scrubbed clean.
Mechanical hands lifted the defeated tourist from the tub, placing her gently on a flannelled segment of the conveyer belt, while she sat feeling stunned by the entire ordeal. Right now she didn't quite feel like her normal-self as a twenty year old woman, rather the foreign country had somehow left her feeling like a child who just had been correctly scrubbed and polished to perfection.
The conveyer belt lurched into motion again, and she barely flinched as enormous blow dryers began passing by her in quick succession, having her dry in an instant.
Blinking, now quite sure that it was all a dream, she didn't even fight back as mechanical hands pushed her onto her back. A perfumed powder began getting worked all over her, particularly under her arms, the scent suggesting that it apparently some sort of deodorant. She noted with a frown that it smelt something like what had been on her hotel bed after her mother had left, perhaps a talcum powder, with a synthetic flowery kind of smell.
Eventually the rubbing into every crevice stopped, and she groaned, feeling like she'd at least get to sit back up now. Instead, the hands quickly pushed her back down, holding her in place while they lifted her legs. She frowned, disliking how her crotch felt oddly raw, her skin strangely smooth. Nothing felt quite normal right now.
Something began lightly tapping on her bottom, and she struggled to lift her head to see past her raised knees, noting that she was being powdered again, albeit this time more thickly with a heavy stream pouring from a shaken canister. Dammit, she didn't need powder down there, she was hardly some gross child.
She wondered when it would end in frustration. She just wanted to get out the other side, have her sit down with the nurse - hell, even if naked now - and explain what had happened. It had all been a mistake, she would surely make them see. Hell, she'd even claim that she wouldn't press charges for obliterating her pubic hair, though she wasn't sure if that was true, if they would just got her back to the hotel with minimum fuss, and away from this mechanical nightmare.
Something was being moved towards her, something crinkling, and she frowned as her hips were raised, then lowered, coming down on something soft, cool, and pretty damn thick, her butt now several inches higher than it had been. Her frown deepened as she wriggled her butt, hearing the crinkle, a growing suspicion of what was intended...
"No..." she whispered, lifting her head to get a look.
The machine was forcing apart her thighs, adding powder to her crotch now, and placing some sort of thick pad there.
Her eyes widened with suspicion as she saw what it was doing, but surely they wouldn't...
She watched in horrible recognition as it lifted the front of a white disposable diaper up between her spread legs, a thick bulging plastic panel coming to meet the thick soaker pad over her crotch a moment later.
"Oh no no no," she whispered, finding that there really were new levels of horror possible in this place. It was harmless, yet completely and thoroughly demeaning, and the dwarf tourist let out a small whine as mechanical hands began doing up the tapes on the side of her diaper.
The thick white disposable was put on as naturally as it must have been for a million occupants of the machine before, and Rhiannon let out a small disbelieving squeal as she realised that she was getting the full treatment with no differentiation from any of the kids, that as far as the system was concerned, she was just one of them.
"NO!" she whined, thrashing about weakly. There had been a lot of embarrassing things about her day since she'd gotten onto the early morning flight. But being diapered was taking it to a whole new level.
Worse, it was a real kid's diaper, as best she could tell, made for Amazon babies and toddlers presumably, yet fitting her just fine. Oh how this was going to be embarrassing when she came out the other end, having to explain it all to the giantess nurse. "Hi, yes, I'm an adult woman, just ignore that I happen to be wearing a diaper which is baby sized by your standards."
She couldn't possibly do this! Not go around in a disposable diaper! Yet the machine seemed to have decided for her, and hell, it scrubbed every inch of her bottom and crotch so thoroughly, she doubted that anything was going to make it change its mind now.
Rhiannon stared down in disbelief at the new bulging diaper between her legs. There was a new weight pushing snugly against her crotch, which was increasing as the machine did up the last tape so tightly that it caused the large thick soaker pad to ride hard up against her. She gave a squeak as she became embarrassed for slightly different secondary reasons, wriggling slightly in response to the sensation of wearing a diaper. She gasped and considered how bad it would be if her friends ever saw her like this, fearing that everything was being recorded and put into a databank somewhere. She hoped to high heavens that there was no sort of lost child's registry or orphanage adoptions gallery put up online somewhere, or else she might be on the Internet forever, likely using a picture snapped when diapered up and looking how they expected her to be.
This misunderstanding was a step too far beyond what she would ever accept. It would take her months to live down the humiliation, and hell, that was presuming she could convince them to let her go home that night, which was seeming increasingly worse in its likelihood. And what if they had no other underwear? Would they just expect her to wear the diaper until she got back? Could she walk through the hotel lobby diapered up as she was? And what if... What if she had to stay all night at an orphanage before they were willing to take her back? Would she spend it in the diaper because nobody would see anything wrong with that?
Laying back down and staring up at the roof, she committed herself to explaining things as bluntly as possible as soon as she saw then nurse on the other side. She would yell, she would scream, and she would get her way in being heard, there would be no more timidness or delay. Being in a diaper was too far, and she squirmed about on her raised butt while feeling just how thick and bulky the square padding was. There would be no hiding it, it boldly declared to the whole world just what exactly it was and what kind of person she inevitably was to be wearing it.
"I don't need this dammit," she moaned at the machine, seeing one of the camera probes switching from left to right to make sure that the whole thing was secured properly.
The machine didn't understand or perhaps just ignored her, setting her into motion again, and sitting the tourist up while raising her arms.
Something slipped down over her head, and she blinked as she realised that she was wearing a top. No, a nightie. She glanced down to find a simple grey nightie going partway down her thighs, though unfortunately not being long enough to cover her bulging diaper.
"Fuck..." she hissed, tugging hopelessly to find that it couldn't go any further towards covering the thick extrusion around her crotch.
There was a woosh of air, and ahead, part of the conveyer belt opened up to expose an opening to somewhere below. Rhiannon resigned herself to it, exhausted as she was, just relieved that it seemed to finally be over.
She would have a firm word with the nurse, state her case as clearly as she could. She couldn't imagine the giantess taking her very seriously at first dressed in a diaper and grey orphanage nightie, but she'd just have to make sure that she was taken seriously. Laying down an ultimatum about needing to be released now or she would sue.
The gap of light in the floor approached, and Rhiannon looked forward to it almost eagerly. Mechanical hands greeted her there, and gripped her to begin gently lowering her through the gap in the floor. It was dark in the room below, and she found herself being set down on something soft with an embarrassing crinkle of the thick butt of her diaper.
She looked around, blinking, realising that she was in a dark room, looking up past white metal bars... Vertical white bars on all four sides, with long top bars atop those...
She was sitting in a cheap orphanage crib.
"Oh... Shit.." she whispered in baffled confusion, getting to her feet even as the hands rescinded into the opening of light on the roof, before it closed off, leaving her alone and trapped in the crib with no alternative way out.
Standing awkwardly in her diaper, she turned about with a blush as it caused her backside and crotch to make endless crinkling noises, trying to see more of the room in the dark through the crib edges.
This was bad. She might not have access to the staff from here. She began to sweat, wondering what if - oh god - what if she had to stay in the crib all night before even getting a chance to speak to one of the adults? By then, how hard would it be to sell them her story? How reluctant would they be to buy it and accept that they'd mistakenly done all that to an adult? Why, she could be stuck here for a day, even two! Before her mother finally came to get her, having to first trace where she had gone.
And would... would she be expected to wear diapers for all that time? If she didn't admit her mistake? She shivered, deciding that she was overplaying things in her mind. This was all just a mix-up, there was no way they'd keep an adult dwarf in an orphanage, she shouldn't be losing her confidence in herself as she was. They'd rectify it the moment they found out, and she wouldn't let that wait until the morning.
She tried to work out where the nearest door or window was, knowing that she'd need to call for them. Holding onto the edge of her crib, she glanced out, her eyes slowly adjusting. It dawned on her that there was a whole room of them, stretching off in columns and rows from where she was positioned in one far corner.
"Fuck!" she hissed, shaking the edge of the crib and almost losing her footing on the soft mattress. The bulk of the diaper and the unwelcome soaker pad didn't help either, but she couldn't very well just go take that off without being naked from her pelvis down... The nightie was just too short.
She tried to turn around, found it more difficult than she expected on the soft mattress, and somehow ended up plonking onto her bottom, blushing terribly as the seat of her diaper cushioned the blow. With far too much noisy crinkling, she managed to stand back up, and looked out from the other side of her crib, towards the edge of the room where she could faintly see a door awaiting.
She held onto the bars, got onto her tippy toes to give her some slight extra height, and yelled as loud as she could.
"Hello!? There's been some kind of mistake!"
There was no reply.
"There's been a mix-up!" she insisted loudly, hoping that somebody could hear her, "You have to come see me!"
She waited a moment longer in the silence, and shook the edge of her crib violently.
"Hello?!" she yelled, furiously rattling her cage bars.
"Don't bother," a voice said, coming from behind, and Rhiannon jumped, before turning about slowly and awkwardly in her thick diaper, trying not to stumble as her feet sank into the soft mattress below, but also trying to turn as fast as she could.
She found that her eyes were adjusting to the dimly lit room now, and squinted to make out somebody standing in the neighbouring crib. It was a little girl- No wait, was it... a woman!
She had shoulder length brown hair, almost mistakable for a kid except for her mature speech, and Rhiannon's keen awareness of her own wrongly assigned place. She was wearing a similar grey orphanage nightie, and... fuck. A white thick disposable diaper was poking out beneath that, just like Rhiannon's own.
"Hey..." the mystery neighbour began with a weak smile, sounding a little exhausted. "I'm Emily..."