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    Agent Dark (A diaper Dimension Story) ~ Prologue posted on 08/21/2019

    Hello guys, it's me. I've decided to post this, a story that I doubt very strongly that any of you had ever seen before! This is a Diaper Dimension Story with a little bit of world-building added into it, I'm not sure how much yet, but it's not LotR level, no one could out-Tolkien J.R.R. Tolkien. The purpose of writing this story is to go where none have before, the main character in this story isn't nearly as helpless against the Amazon's...techniques...as the vast majority of her kind are. In this story we'll also be exploring some of the consequences the Amazon's frequent kidnappings would have, and also why nothing's changed for so long, canonically, this tale takes place a number of decades after the vast majority of Diaper Dimension stories. So without further ado, let's get down to it! My first story in years.

    Prologue







    It was a starlit night on the beach, this beach was part of an archipelago of islands, this particular beach was so isolated, with the closest settlements so far away that there was no light pollution. The wind blew on the palm trees as the waves washed up on the beach, lapping at the sand like the tongue of a dog whose thirst will never be quenched. The night sky was so populated with stars that it was the blue of the preindustrial night sky, instead of the light-polluted black night of the modern era.

    But just because this island, and the twenty closest to it was uninhabited, doesn't mean that nobody was there. Some distance off the shore, a light began to shine, it was a foglight from a boat, the light turned off then on again. However, the light wasn't flickering or malfunctioning, someone on that ship was blinking the light for a reason nobody outside the ship knew. The blinking went on for a while then stopped.

    Then, half a minute after the blinking had ceased, on the shore, behind the tree line, another light shone in answer to the boat. The light blinked in morse code:

    Password accepted. Come ashore, true friends.

    The crew of the boat collectively sighed in relief, then they activated the motor and propelled across the water straight to the shore.

    The motor stopped as the boat reached close enough to the shore, the momentum of the vessel caused it to beach itself on the sands. Then the occupants of the ship got out, their heavy feet dropping to the sand, but when they made contact with the ground, their steps were surprisingly light. The captain of the boat, an old man with grey hair, the strongest of the entire group, reached his arms forward, and one by one, helped the smallest passengers of his vessel off the ship.

    They were tiny, as a matter of fact they were only a third of his kind's height, and as for him, they didn't even reach up to his knees. They were Lieti, those across the sea, where the boat that carried them came from, call these people 'Littles'.

    They looked up in amazement at the stars, blinking in wonder, they were quiet, so silent they're probably hearing their own heartbeats. This was the first time in years some of them had even seen the sky, and among their number there were those who had been mutilated, whether their ability to talk was taken away, or they had surgeries to change their gender, unable to stand, or even look like actual babies. Half of the Lieti had been put in wheelchairs, a few were wearing helmets that soothed their minds, broken after extensive Amazon conditioning.

    The silence lasted only a few seconds.

    "It's true," the red-haired man in a wheelchair whispered in wonder as tears streaked down his face. "I remember these constellations, you kept your word, we're back! We're home!"

    "But how do we know we're actually being returned?!" One blond 24-year-old girl said venomously, her eyes were so wide that it was obvious she was insane, and not the kind you could fake either. "these abominations more than likely put us here to kill us all! Amazons never do anything good for us!"

    "Don't take my word for it," The old man said. "You can ask the welcoming party yourself."

    And the crowd turned to face inland, only now realizing that there was a group of people walking up to them.

    "Welcome back," the leader of the group said in a voice muffled by his mask. They were all dressed in black, and their faces were totally concealed by masks, not a single bit of skin was showing. They all carried guns, assault rifles, rocket launchers, and other weapons used, and manufactured exclusively by the Amazons of the mainland. The issue was that the whole party were Lieti, and their weapons were sized to match their smaller size.

    "It's been too long since you've seen this place, your suffering is over," the group's leader continued. "You'll finally be able to return home and enjoy a life free from the scourges your former masters forced on you. But before we send you back home, there's some things we have to go over."

    The leader took out a small electronic pad, an I-phone with a touchscreen. He clicked it and a bright light turned on.

    The crew of the boat then turned to the passengers they were ferrying.

    "Please line up," the leader said. "We won't let them hurt you."

    After a brief struggle (and a violent one from the girl who cracked), the littles were all lined up. The leader of the gang walked forward and put his I-phone to the faces of the 'trafficked' Littles. For most of them when he put the phone close to their heads the screen flashed yellow, then when he got to the fourth in line, a young man who was wearing a therapeutic helmet, the phone's light flashed green.

    The leader sighed after the green light disappeared from the screen, he was glad this individual was being returned, but he wished he was in better condition.

    "Simon Cave, it's time for you to go home," the leader said sadly in a quiet voice. He waved his hand, and a pair from the group rushed over and grabbed him, when they did The leader continued scanning the rescues. Simon Cave was carried gently into the treeline, blissfully unaware of what was going on around him.

    Later on the Leader found another little who's light flashed green, the crazy girl who was practically boiling with rage.

    "Nicole Scarborough?" The Leader said in shock and horror, in response to him saying that two more men in black rushed over to escort her.

    She laughed, "Nicole...? Who on Earth is Nicole? Sounds made up."

    Her laughter then died down all of a sudden.

    "Nicole Scarborough? ...That's my name?" She said thoughtfully.

    "What happened to you?"

    "You don't wanna know," she said faintly before being taken away. "you don't wanna know...you don't wanna know...you don't wanna know..." she repeated in a hollow and terrified voice as she was escorted away.

    It didn't take long to scan all of the rescues, at that point the rest of the Littles were all guided past the treeline where their passage to the rehab center awaited.

    "Only three," the leader said as he put his palm on his mask. "Among the hundred we sent out, only three were extracted from the Supercontinent this year."

    "We'll find the others," the Captain reassured his compatriot. "They're not dead. We just have to look a little harder."

    "I know that," the leader said, his voice remaining smooth and collected. "It's just...I knew Lieti going to universities on the Supercontinent being snatched was a problem, but for said problem to be this rampant? For all of them to be kidnapped from the same university they attended at the same time? The Amazons halfway emptied that year's class! It's just...just..."

    The leader simply shook his head, "please tell me you have some good news."

    "GEAR," the Captain said, the leader turned in response to his code name. "I found an opening in Albion."

    Everyone went silent, even more so than before. Everyone knew this day was coming, they did not know when, many believed that it wouldn't happen in their own lifetimes, but nevertheless they prepared constantly. For a good portion of the David Task Force, membership is hereditary, they were in the group for their whole lives, as their parents before them, and their parents before them. The David Task force was founded 130 years ago in the aftermath of the incredibly brief Lietti Civil War, after the old puppet government was removed, of course the Lietti made it look like the war was a rebellion that had been immediately crushed in order to keep the Amazons away from their land, and it worked.

    "Continue..."

    "The president of Albion has a daughter, her birthday is coming up, and he's ordering a Little be shipped straight to his mansion as a present, the package is due to arrive two weeks from today."

    The crowd began to mutter among themselves, they all knew what this meant.

    "...What does this person look like?" GEAR asked the captain, the crew staying out of the way in the background.

    The old man smiled, his chapped lips threatening to break open.

    "Female, black hair, brown eyes, thin as a rail, pale as snow, a tame personality, is a teenager big for her age, and her name is Delila...do you have an agent who matches that description?"

    GEAR smiled underneath his mask, cracking his chapped lips, his eyes lit up and filled with a fire they hadn't known for decades.

    "DARK," GEAR called back to the crowd, and noticed the figure he called out to was already approaching, soundlessly walking on the sand.

    "I live to serve," the agent proudly responded as she approached GEAR.

    "Are you prepared to undertake this mission? All of our kind, in Liet and beyond depend on you."

    "Ready as I'll ever be," Agent DARK said, her voice altered by her mask. "This has been a long time coming."

    "Excellent," GEAR said. "But keep in mind that should you fail in this task, the punishment they will inflict upon you will be far worse than anything ever inflicted upon our kind."

    DARK felt fear twist her insides ever so slightly underneath her eagerness to go on the mission. She had made her peace that if she was going to do this, she would have to go to the bathroom in diapers and suckle baby bottles and pacifiers for a long time, possibly the rest of her life. But no matter what she felt, no matter how conflicted she is, her mind had been made up long ago.

    "It doesn't matter," she said immediately after GEAR's warning as the wind began to blow harder. "I won't back out."

    "...Very well," GEAR said and nodded. "DRAPE and ORICHALCUM will accompany you on your mission, as well as another agent that will not be named. The former is already on site."

    Delila nodded and walked toward the boat, and the Amazons began to get back in. The Captain put his hands on the ground palms up, Delila stepped on them, and she was lifted on to the boat.

    "Thank you," she said.

    "No problem," The Captain replied before getting back on the boat.

    All of the occupants of the vessel were hanging on except Delila, then they felt the boat lurch violently as it was pulled back into the sea. What was behind the force pulling their boat back to the sea was a mechanical tentacle that was placed underwater on the beach they landed at. If their ship didn't identify as an allied vessel then that tentacle would have penetrated the vessel's hull, bursting out from the deck, and pulled the ship underwater, drowning everyone on board.

    The agent didn't react or show any signs of falling down, she kept her balance perfectly until the tentacle let go of the boat.

    "Dang lady, you've got the best sealegs I've ever seen!" The boy operating the foglight said.

    "Thank you," Delila said genuinely, her smile fading behind her mask. "Now, I think it's time for me to change into the other uniform."

    The crew then brought out the supplies, once they were all gathered they returned to their duties, looking away from her.

    Delila sighed as she removed her mask, "No, you're going to have to do it for me. I need to get accustomed to the full experience as soon as possible."

    The rest of the crew looked very uncomfortable, all of them averted their eyes from her.

    The Captain immediately grabbed Delila and laid her down on the changing table. He removed her cloak first, then her black combat pants, then the standard-issue David Task Force Women's Underwear, a comfy and surprisingly sturdy pair of black undershorts. Delila blushed slightly when her underwear was removed, she was thankful it was too dark for the Amazon Captain to notice. The Captain picked up her legs and slid the...her diaper underneath the Lieti's rear end, he rubbed lotion all over Delila's hairless nether regions until she was covered. The Captain pulled the front of the diaper over DARK's pelvis, he put the side tabs up and they fuzed with the front of the diaper, then the garment suddenly squeezed until it was secured airtight around the Lieti's waist.

    Delila got up and looked at her new pants, she poked the front of it, and rubbed her hand all along the back, almost seemingly admiring the design of her incredibly thick new undergarment. These diapers were state of the art Amazon technology, manufactured specifically for Amazons venturing to the islands to put captured Lieti in. The outside is waterproof and durable, the carrying capacity is ridiculous, able to hold two day's worth of messings and wettings.

    The Amazons could have put their legendary wealth towards improving their infrastructure, or advancing medical science, or even cleaning up the oceans, these guys haven't cured cancer, yet their diapers are one of the most advanced things about them, DARK thought as she shook her head. And the Amazons call us stupid.

    Delila took off her long sleeved combat shirt, she had found herself 35 pounds lighter than when she entered the boat. She stretched, relieved to have all of that armor off of her.

    The Captain approached her with a sundress and a strapless bra, she could tell both were a deep red with her night vision, but the dim boat lights couldn't allow the Amazons to see it. She removed her bra and gave it to another Amazon, who put it where the rest of her clothes were stored. Delila put on the strap-on and the dress, and the switch was complete.

    "Punch it," the captain said to the one operating the motor, the boat fled into the night, the engine revving loudly as they made their way back to the mainland.

    The Captain opened a box that looked like a coffin, it was where Lieti traffickers stored the people they were kidnapping. Delila entered it without a word, the Captain sealed her in, and then the boat was identical to every other Amazon Ship leaving Liet's waters.


    The boat motored on for a while, the lights on the boat were completely turned off, they were trying to be stealthy, the motor on the boat was designed to propel the ship as quickly and as quietly as possible. The Treaty of Rachel the inhabitants of Liet were forced to sign included among its clause the fact that all Littles are not allowed to attack Amazon civilian ships no matter the circumstances, even if they were attacking Lieti ships. This means that Amazons could design 'civilian' vessels that allowed the traffickers to get away from the continent of Liet and surrounding islands with every legal protection any normal civilian vessel would have. The trafficker ships travel almost entirely unmolested by would-be rescue parties, or any wandering Lieti ship that decided to intercept.

    "Uh oh, incoming," the foglight operator said. "Fishing boat ahead of us to our left."

    "Did they see us? I hope not, I really don't feel like having to deal with that again," the motor operator said.

    The fishing boat came into view, unlike the amazon's vessel, it wasn't built for stealth, the lights on it were bright, it was massive and heavily armored, ironically dwarfing the Trafficker's boat. All of the Lieti's seagoing vessels were designed to repel attacks from ships like the one that DARK was being transported on. They were all massive, expensive, and old, but Lieti traffickers in the past boarded ships and kidnapped their crews to the point where the losses in human capital reached pandemic levels. The Trafficker's vessels were not military assets, and none of the occupants were soldiers, current or former, meaning as a civilian Vessel, Traffickers get through a loophole allowing them to do whatever they want, and legally, the Littles that dared counterattacked would get sued for billions of dollars individually, which in turn gets shoved to the state to pay, if the Liet couldn't choke up the money, the offenders get sold.

    "Ah crap, they're turning, they did see us," the foglight operator said.

    The Treaty of Rachel forbade the Little ships themselves from attacking...but that didn't mean the civilian crew had that same restriction when the amazons were on their own ships.

    Several minutes later, the much bigger and louder 'Little' Ship had sailed next to the Trafficker's vessel, then they fishermen began throwing the hardest objects they could find at it. It sounded like a hailstorm, but Delila heard her fellow countrymen spitting curses and insults at the Amazons at the top of their lungs.

    She was annoyed that her transport was being impeded, but she agreed and understood that her fellow countrymen had every right to do so.

    "Marco, get us out of here as fast as you can before they start shooting us!" the Captain said to the person operating the motor.

    Then just like that DARK heard gunshots ring out, and these were not periodical, they were rapidfire, as if the entire crew was unloading bullets on the ship's roof. DARK was almost 100% sure some of the fishers were shooting machine guns from the boat that was fifty feet taller than her transport, she felt a slight tinge of fear rise in her, the boat lurched as it picked up speed, it bounced as it chopped the waves and grew many times louder. The sounds of gunfire stopped, no Lieti ship could catch up with an amazon vessel, only the Solomon Class Destroyer could keep up, and that was a top secret project.

    The boat sped on for a long, long time, eventually Delila felt a pressure in her abdomen, she felt hesitant, but that was only for a moment after she felt it. The next instant she tried to release it, but nothing came, she was too apprehensive.

    Delila scowled and tried to push it out, her face relaxed when warmth spread across the front of her diaper.

    About an hour after her first wetting, the boat slowed down, and the Trafficker's Vessel continued on its way, nothing happened for the duration of the journey.

    Delila heard someone knock, the hatch where food and water would be given to her, or any other Lieti trafficked across the ocean, slid open. The Captain's face looked down at her.

    "We made it," he said ominously, his breath coming out in visible puffs, the sea is surprisingly cold at night. "We're in Albion's waters, I hope you know what you're doing miss, GEAR wasn't lying about the price for failure."

    "Thanks," DARK said. "But I've trained practically my whole life for this moment, that aside, I'm not going alone, I've got this."

    "I hope so," The captain answered ominously. "Do you need something to eat or drink?" He asked.

    "Yes, please. Do you have cashews?" Delila said urgently.

    "Yes, hold on," The Captain said before walking off, leaving Delila to wait with very wide eyes. Then he returned and a bright red tube extended towards Delila's face. Delila opened her mouth and the tube entered, then the Captain poured the cashews down the tube and into her mouth. The cashews stopped coming and the agent chewed rapidly, after a short while she swallowed, making sure to desperately remove every chunk left in her own mouth.

    "You knew the whole time I would be the one going on this mission, didn't you Brent?"

    The old man nodded and responded with exasperation, "I was told that you inhale the things."

    "You got some water too?" DARK asked. Another tube extended, this one colored a bright blue.

    Delila allowed it to enter her mouth and pour water in there, she swallowed a few gulps before it was retracted.

    "Goodnight," The Captain said. "The next two weeks are going to be hard for all of us, there'll be plenty of time to strategize. But leave worrying about the real Delila to us, for now, you must rest."

    Then the hatch slid shut, trapping the agent in the warm darkness. With nothing to do, she closed her eyes.

    "You have no idea what's coming to you, Amazons," DARK whispered with a smile as she drifted to sleep.

    So, what do you think? Please do give an honest critique, it feeds me soul! I hope you guys like it!
    Last edited by Nether Void; 08-29-2019, 09:05:48 AM.

    #2
    Lovely setup. Please continue. I really want to see what becomes of dark

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      #3
      Will do!

      But a little correction, there is no DARK, only Delilah
      Last edited by Nether Void; 09-04-2019, 02:22:47 PM.

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