Chapter One: Waking up.
Claire yawned, sitting up and stretching, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She took a moment to survey her room, from between the bars she saw the familiar soft pink walls, the heavy curtains blocking out of the sunlight to her room. Her hand found a soft toy nearby, a simple lilac puppy with shiny black eyes. She studied it, fascinated with the texture, the scent of light sweat and cotton, the soft smooth fibers being so pleasing to her fingers. She wanted to chew on it, but a pacifier served as a barrier to further exploration. The soft rubber too pleasing to her palette to consider letting go. She hugged her puppy tightly.
"Your name is Twinkle." She said to herself, identifying the toy, her enunciation affected by the pacifier. She continued to sit there, rubbing the stuffed animal, each pass of her hands feeling electric, nuzzling it with her cheek. She had the toy for as long as she could remember, but every morning it was like she was touching it for the first time. Her willpower waned, her mouth opening far enough to let the pacifier drop and dangle from a ribbon, and to start chewing the toy, her tongue slowly exploring the fuzzy fabric. When it met the plastic eyes her jaw started to gnaw on it. It felt wonderful to feel the resistance of the plastic against her teeth and gums.
Through this exploration another sensation was present against her skin. More noticeable than the soft fabric of her onesie, it was an uncomfortable, somewhat clammy, and causing her sensitive bottom to itch. She wiggled against her padded bedding, a yielding presence moved with her efforts, invading more of her delicate skin. It didn't feel nice. She didn't like the feeling. It was upsetting. It was upsetting enough to distract her from Twinkle, setting the stuffed animal down and looking down towards her crotch. Her brow furrowed in frustration at the bad feeling. Her eyes welled up with tears, distressed with the developments she found herself caught up in. It wasn't nice and she wanted help to fix it. Tears started to fall down her cheeks. She took a sharp breath in, and let out a sob. Her hands balling up to rub her eyes to wipe away the new tears.
A cry could be heard through a small speaker.
"Its your turn." A groggy voice said in the darkness.
"Mmmm." was grunted in reply. A woman sat up and looked over at the speaker. The Little monitor having a few green led lights flash, indicating the strength of the sound. She swung her legs around and sat on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to collect herself. She brushed her long brown hair back, calming the bedhead her deep sleep had afforded her. She stood and stretched, her tule babydoll nighty doing nothing to hide her wide cut panties.
"I'm coming sweetie." She said mumbled, reaching for the monitor and flipping a toggle switch on it, silencing the cries. She made her way in bare feet to the door of the master bedroom, glancing back at the wonderful man she shared her life with, still asleep in their bed. She smiled to herself seeing her husband, and turned to the doorway, making her way down the hall and into the doorway that a faint sob could be heard through. She opened the door and saw her Little. It still filled her heart with joy to see Claire, her newly adopted Little, the woman in the crib was about four foot tall, her cheeks still round with baby fat, and blonde hair cut short in a bob.
"Mommy's here." She cooed to her Little. The woman in the crib looked up from her balled fists, and reached her arms up and out to the new interloper, poking between the bars of the crib. She had a deep frown on her face, wet with tears from her terrible condition. Mommy lowered the side of the crib, the top becoming flush with the bedding, the bottom touching the floor of the nursery. Claire's eager arms wrapped themselves tightly around Mommy's neck. Her crying stops completely as she rubbed her head against Mommy's shoulder. Mommy hugged her tightly back, giving Claire the chance to adjust to her presence. It was important to take your time with Littles, just the smallest touch can calm or upset them. Mommy rubbed Claire's back, "It's okay sweetie, I'll make you feel all better."
By no means is this the end of chapter one, its just what I've worked out so far and felt happy with given the hour I was done writing it in. I really hope this grows into something bigger, my inspiration being miss potty pant's Diaper Dimension, I wanted to tweak it a little bit and feel like I've stumbled onto something different enough to be called it's own and, if lofty, be a source of inspiration for others to build on and make my Gentle Dimension a memorable setting for others to explore.