This is a finished project, but I'll likely post it in thirds due to the length. Just finished editing it up after it's been finished for about a month (I have been putting it off), so will post the first third now and the other two parts will go up in probably a few days each.

This was, as with the Yuki fic, written with a friend of mine. The two of us also have an El Goonish Shive project nearing completion, and are eyeing maybe hitting Avatar (the good one, not James Cameron) next.


There was a little jingle above the door as she entered, a clearly blond girl but with light pink streaks mixed in in the occasional place amongst her hair. She wore a smile on her face visible to all who took even the slightest of looks at her, and for good reason - this was a job that excited her, one that she had been looking forward to for forever now.

"Hi! My name's Candace Mann. I'm--"

"Heh. Gimme a little credit, I remember ya." The girl behind the counter wore an expression on her face that indicated that she wasn't quite the usual person to hold a job like this, but she was smiling all the same. Just in a reserved, maybe a little reserved way. "You'll need to come to the back and get introduced to some things. New folks have certain issues they need to address before they can start, you know?"

Candace nodded understandingly, giving out a little, "Okay!" in the process before following along like an obedient puppy.

As she was led through the entrance room to the back of the hall though, they walked straight into the main chamber of the daycare. The room was messy and covered with adorable little tots crawling about, pastel covers over everything. The sight was enough for the new recruit to emit a happy and ear-piercing sequel, much to the displeasure of her superior.

"You gonna do that every time you come into this room, Newbie?" She asked, stopping to turn around, "Because we do have a naptime."

"Hehe... I-I'm sorry." Candace waved a hand in apology, smiling all the while, "It's just that I've never seen so many babies in one place before! I just love little kids, I mean, you probably do too of course, that's the whole job."

"Eheh... Right." The girl smiled in a friendly manner, but reached over to tug on the girl's sleeve, "If you don't mind, we need you to meet everyone else so-"

"Awww, what's your name?" A little blond-haired boy with big brown eyes and toddled over at the noise and Candace had to crouch at him and gush, "Aren't you jussa snuggwy widdew cuddew-bunny, huh? Yes, you are! Yes, you are!"

This got no response but some blinking, in a highly confused manner, but Candace soon got a giggle out through tickling him.

"That's little Tommy - he can't quite talk just yet," explained the more experienced of the two women as she gave the little boy a pat on the head herself, and then as he happily crammed his thumb in his mouth she led Candace further on. "As I was saying, you should go meet the rest of the crew here. We kind of have a routine we keep up for new recruits."

"Oh, okay!" Whatever that was certainly sounded fun, even if for her part this particular new recruit would have rather been working with the ones she was going to be charged with caring for each day. "How long have you been working here, huh?"

As the woman led her into a back room she had to contemplate the answer a little bit. Still, the reply came quickly, "Oh, probably about... Five years, maybe? Old man used to run the place, and even though he sold off he still has enough pull to get me pretty high up on the ladder here. Manager's never here, so I practically run the place."

"Ah, okay!" This girl seemed pretty friendly, so it sounded good having her in charge.

"So then, we need one out of on the floor at all times and one on the counter, with the extras just kicking back in here." Explained the girl, leading her further back, "Of course, one on the floor is just minimum, there's almost always more. Slow day today, though."

At the end of the hall that connected to the nursery was a little dark red door, this one made of heavy metal. Beyond it was a slightly-smaller room then the nursery, but much plainer. The walls were dark gray and had clearly not been painted yet, and there were spare cardboard boxes of shipments of diapers and formula, but at the same time it had the appearance of a lounge, with soft chairs, a small TV and even a Coke machine.

Around the room was a collection of grown-ups relaxing, two in armchairs, two more chatting in the corner, but they all looked up at the new arrivals.

"Oi, boss called, says she can't come by today," explained the girl, now happy to command their attention. She gestured to Candace, who waved enthusiastically, "This is Candace, the new recruit, she'll just be starting today."

"Hiiii!" Eager for a good first impression, the girl stepped forward, smiling at one of the figures in the chair, "I'm really happy to be here today! I just know we're going to have a great time."

"Heh... Yeah, Danielle..." Said the seated figure, shaking her hand and smiling. "We always have a great time with the newbies, we try to make them feel welcome."

Danielle glanced behind her to the figures by the Coke machine, who both snickered.

"Alright, we kind of have ourselves a little induction ceremony into our group," explained one of those figures by the Coke machine, in this case a young man and by the looks of things the only male in the building who was old enough not to be toddling around the playpen outside.

"Ooh, that's neat!" exclaimed the girl even without the knowledge of what exactly that ceremony might be. "Sort of like what clubs do and stuff?"

"You've got the idea," answered Danielle on behalf of the group as a whole. "It's probably not quite like any club you've ever been a member of though, you know?"

Candace did not figure it would just based on what sort of not-club this was (even if the set up they had did look very club-like), but her curiosity was still definitely piqued. She nodded understandingly, choosing to remain rarely silent as the buck passed to one of those that was sitting.

"Okay, first thing's first," said this girl, a redhead, from where she was seated. She reached into a plastic bag by her side that seemed to be filled with whatever objects were needed for this initiation ceremony, and then tossed to Candace a surprising object filled with an indistinct liquid. "Drink some of that, it'll help you... eheh, loosen a bit, and then we can move on to the rest."

"Umm.... okay." Candace shrugged before she uncorked what she'd been tossed. Wasn't much in it, and in three swallows she'd emptied the little bottle and pulled it away from her lips, "Mmm... Kinda fizzy..." She smacked her lips for a moment, "Tastes like melon-flavored candy. Leaves this cold feeling on my tongue..."

"That what everyone says. Now here." The redhead reached into the bag once more, digging around as Candace stood in place, "Now we can get on with the initiation. Take off your clothes."

"Sure.... Wait, what?"

Candace's hands were at the waistline of her pants before she gave the seated woman a bewildered look. Everything had seemed so perfectly normal and friendly up to that point; she must have misheard her. There was no way she just asked her to-

"What's the matter?" Inquired the chief from the counter when she didn't comply. Another second, and she glanced at the only male present, "Oh, don't worry about Davis, he's just on his way out. Aren't you, Davis?"

The last three words had a forceful ring to them and the boy stopped leaning on the wall, making his way to the door, "Eheh... right, chief. I'll just mind the floor, shall I?"

"Right-o." As the male exited, the chief made a gesture to Candace once again, hurrying her to get on with it, "Well, go on! We're all girls here now!"

"But... hold on..." Candace was thoroughly confused by this whole matter, but she didn't have any clue where to begin in questioning them on it. This seemed to be expected as every girl in the room was looking at her as though they had totally seen this coming, but eventually one of the other women stood up and walked until she was as close to Candace as Danielle was.

"Okay, it's simple." With the skill of someone who had gone through this speech several times now, she instantly began to introduce whatever it was that made them want her to undress. "Okay, before you work at a grocery store you probably shop for food a few times, right?"

"Um, I guess."

"And before you become a teacher, you have to go to school. Just like how before you ever read to a kid you were read to yourself as one. See, it's the same idea - you have to understand your job from the original side first, you know?"

Danielle cut in there with, "Hey, Felicia, don't be so formal," causing the girl who had been speaking to smirk a little as the boss took over. "It's really just a little thing we do with newbies like you. Ya see, what we do is... Heh, you know, I've never been good at explaining this. One of you tell her."

"Well, you need to know how to be a baby before you can really take care of them," explained the redhead with a similar grin. "Heheh. See, your first day of training is just getting to play with them and try and see things from their perspective."

"But..." This seemed like the most bizarre training session she's ever had, and Candace had already worked a surprising number of jobs in the short time since she'd been old enough to do so. "I-I already have been a baby, so doesn't this seem to be a little silly?"

"Ah, but you don't remember being a baby do you?" The chief was grinning as well, putting one arm around the smaller woman's shoulder, as if taking her under her wing. When she got a shake of the head from the new recruit, her smirk grew wider, "Well, exactly. Now picture being a baby again, Newbie." The leader held her hand out into the air before them, as if painting a portrait, "You're totally helpless. You can't feed yourself, go to the bathroom by yourself, or protect yourself. If your takecarer isn't doing a good job, you could wind up starving or become sick, or even be handed off to a total stranger and carried off, never seeing your real mommy or daddy again. How's that make you feel?"

"Umm...." Candace blinked in shock, before giving the honest answer, "Kinda scary, actually. I don't think that's what most babies think about, do you?"

"Why wouldn't they? They're totally dependent on the ones around them. That's why being someone's mother is such a big responsibility." The more-experienced girl began to walk around the room, pulling poor Candace along for the ride, "Now imagine you're a cuddly little baby and you're being taken care of by someone who really has no clue what she's doing. Doesn't know when to change them, doesn't know how to feed them, doesn't know how to play with them, really doesn't know anything? Now would you feel about that?"

"Pretty scared," mumbled Candace again, nodding. "I guess I'd want my mommy and daddy to come take me back-"

"Exactly! And how are we going to get business if we don't have happy babies?" questioned the chief with a grin like a fox in the bushes. "So we have to do everything we can to make sure they're as happy as they can be. And this just happens to be one of them."

It was definitely an odd point, but Candace was understanding it. That certainly did not mean she was anything but reluctant, but... "Well, okay. Uh, so I need to take off my pants so that--"

"So dat we can get da baby in a nice, clean diapie of course!" explained a third girl, a blond who wore a great big smile on her face as she leaped up to pinch the new employee's cheeks. "And of course, baby'll need yourself cutesy, wootsy cwothes afta dat!"

Okay, that left the usually talkative as could be Candace practically speechless. There were a million protests that she could have formed at this, but it was hard to put any together when a girl who looked about a little younger than you was tugging on your face and announcing her intention to diaper you. "Um--"

The unfortunately ticklish woman was cut off when Danielle tickled her under the chin and caused her to laugh despite herself. "Now does baby wansa take off dem pantsies so we can getter in her special, comfy undies?"

There wasn't much other choice of action but to do as she was told. With the suddenly befuddled state of mind that she was in it took a little bit of fumbling for Candace to get a decent grip on her pants, and then she quickly had them undone a second later. By the time she stepped out of the pants now hanging on her ankles, the other girls had assumed control again; Felicia had headed over to grab supplies, while the room's other three women had gently forced the girl to the ground and then stripped their baby coworker of her shirt and then both varieties of grown-up underwear.

"Ah! L-Listen, I'm not..." There were really no words to sum up how this felt, being rolled onto her back, completely naked and three large women standing over her. Sentence fading into a tiny whimpering noise, the new recruit shyly pulled her legs up over her torso into the fetal position to hide her poor nether-regions on display.

"Awww, whatsa matter, Candy?" The receptionist knelt down near her head, speaking softly to her, "How do we feel? Embarrassed? Maybe a wee bit vulnerable?"

The poor naked woman let out a timid nod, and the woman gave a comforting smile in return. It need a surprising amount toward making poor Candace feel better, especially since the next moment the lady managed to sneak an arm through to her torso and tickle her tummy, getting a happy squeal out of her from both joy and surprise.

"Well, that's just perfect, sweety!" Smiling ever more and getting their new recruit smiling too, the woman went on. "That's how babies feel most of the time; they can't stop people from treating them this way, so they feel just like vulnerable little peaches. I bet once we put you in the nursery, you'll fit right in!" With Candace at least only moderately embarrassed for the moment, the girl turned to three women at her other end, "Alison, want to get baby nice and covered?"

"Hehe... Yes, ma'am!" The blond, who looked like she might still be in high school, saluted, holding a bottle of baby powder as she took Candace's ankles and lifted them up to see her rear, "Awww, someone's got a cute little booty. You're gonna just look soooo cute in diapies, yes you are!"

Turning redder at that comment, Candace squeaked and tried to sit up, but the receptionist gently pulled her down again, "Hehe.... Don't be snooty, Candy, let the nice teacher do her job."

Almost horrified, the girl gulped and nodded, only to let out another whimper when she felt powder hitting her bottom. Actually, it rather tickled, and smelled so sweet, Candace tried and muffle the giggle growing in her throat at the feeling.

"Dat feel good? Huh, dat feel good?"

Candace wasn't even at all sure which of the girls had said it at this point, but in the chaos her giggles slipped free and let everyone know the answer to the question.

"I fink it does!"

The poor girl's extreme susceptibility to tickling came back to bite her again when one of the girls kissed her tummy, and in the midst of her laughter over that the redheaded woman slid thick underwear made of plastic under her butt and taped it shut a second later.

"Hey Gabrielle," called out Felicia to the blond that was not lying in the floor wearing only an adult diaper that was surprisingly pink and dotted with pictures of Disney princesses, "wet's get dis baby her pwetty cwothes, huh?"

"I, uh..."

Before she got another word out, the three girls that weren't digging into the plastic bag in the corner were now cooing wild gibberish at her. The only relief came when Danielle's head raised over to Gabrielle long enough to call out, "Hurry, Candy's cold and I think she's getting fussy!"

"I-I-I'm not... hehehe..." The counter girl went to tickle her under the chin again, and laughter overpowered her words again. The boss of the place tapped her shoulder to get her attention, making a motion with her hand, "Arms up now, Candy!"

The blond shyly complied, lifting her arms over her head, painfully aware it left her bare chest on full display. Soon enough though, Gabrielle pulled something else out of the bag and began to tug it down her arms and briefly covering her face. Rather then tug it down so her head popped out of the neck hole, the other girl just left in place so all poor Candace could see was light blue cloth.

"Uh-oh!" She heard Felicia's voice somewhere, obviously very happy by the sound of it, "Look, you've gone and lost the baby. Where's little Candy? Wheeere's Candy?"

"I-I'm right here!" The poor diapered girl tried wiggling her arms, the fabric stretching at it rubbing from her frantic motions, "In th' shirt! You gotta- eep!"

Someone's finger poked her exposed little tummy and Candace bent forward to protect it. The digit must've belonged to the leader of the pack because her voiced sounded with, "I think I've found her, don't worry. Let's see if she's... here!"

With that, the counter girl pulled the shirt down, popping Candace's bewildered face back into view. Once able to see again, she found herself blinking in a confused manner, arms still up in the air. But that ended once Gabrielle pulled her forward into a hug, "D'aww.... she's so cute! Aren't we jussa snuggwy widdew cutey pie?"

Perhaps it was just the heat of the moment. Or maybe it was was the fact that Candace always like being hugged, but the pink-highlighted blond could not help herself as she hugged right back. This action was much to the delight of the other girls it seemed, as they all joined in on the cuddle fest immediately.

"She is a huggy little baby, huh? Yes she is! Yeshee is!" As Danielle said these things the girl whose name Candace did not know yet worked her way free in order to get over to the supplies. The diapered girl barely even noticed in the frantic cuddling, but once she did she could not help but wonder what it was that--

She found out before she could even start speculating, when a pink object was partially crammed into her open mouth.

"Wooks wike we gots a nice, happy baby, huh? Huh?" squealed Gabrielle in delight while her co-workers kept right on cooing, though she did turn her focus to something else too. "Dana, I think she's ready to go play!"

"Hehe..." Whatever was in her mouth was smooth and clearly soft plastic. Pacifier she guessed. Rather then play the part and suck on it, she gripped it between her teeth to better speak without taking it out. "Umm.... S-So I just have to go and act like a baby now?"

"That's right," said Danielle, the leader, pulling Candace slowly to her feet. Once upright though, she poked the pacifier and put it full into her mouth, "But first rule of being a baby is that you don't get to talk, gotcha?"

Candace's eyes almost bugged out of her head, pulling her pacifier out the moment it went in, "I-I don't get to talk at all?"

"Well, that's not exactly true," assured Felicia, shoving it back in again. "You can use little tiny words if you want to."

The blond who'd diapered her smiled, nodding, "That's right! Like 'bye-bye' or 'ba-ba,' or 'mama,' or..."

"Enough, she gets the point." Danielle smirked again, patting Candace on her rear and making the poor new recruit squeak, "You just get out onto the nursery and play nice with the other babies. If you need anything, some juice, a change, a nap, or if one of the other babies starts picking on you, just try and tell us as best you can. Or just cry. Understand?"

Thrown for a loop by the series of events, Candace shyly nodded in a numb confirmation that at least she understood what was going on. Soon enough, two of the other girls grabbed her arms and pulled her forward, out of the lounge and toward the nursery door.

"Aw, what a cutie!" exclaimed Davis almost as soon as Candace was in the nursery and therefore visible to him. That alone would have been enough to make the big baby's face even more flushed were it possible, but things got moreso when Dana gave her padded rear a quick pat.

"Go pway, you wittle wascal!" the other girl that had helped to bring her out, Gabrielle, instructed then, before she and Davis returned to the back room and in the process left her and the others in Dana's care.

Well... Even if this wasn't the best of situations, Candace figured she would at least be able to play with the babies like she had been wanting to. She would have of course preferred to not have to wear plastic underwear and to have been allowed to talk like normal, but...

On a related note, the girl was pleasantly surprised to find once she sat down that the big, poofy diaper was surprisingly soft and comfortable. Maybe having to wear one wouldn't be so bad then - wasn't like she was actually going to need it after all.

Of course, sitting on her rear entered another little thought into her mind. She turned her head toward Dana, "Umm.... Do I-"

"Uh-uh-uh!" The "adult" present only smiled, waving a naughty finger in the new baby's direction, "No talking, remember?"

"I-I was just wondering if I had to crawl..." mumbled the large baby, shyly.

"No, you can walk around, sweetie. See?" Crossing the nursery in a few strides, Dana helped the poor girl to her feet, "You're a big enough girl to do that at least, it seems like."

"Eheh... Yeah, it seems like..." Walking in a diaper seemed to be quite the different affair from walking without one. The bulk between her legs forced them apart an uncomfortable distance, giving her a painful waddle. What's more, there was something painfully off about her body. The center of gravity appeared somehow out of line from where it was normally, and the result was a superb loss of balance. Sucking worriedly on her pacifier, Candace tried her best to stay upright, feet finding themselves pointing toward each other uncomfortably.

"Just try not to run, or you might fall down and hurt yourself," advised Dana with a smile. Another pat to her butt came, which threatened to send Candace toppling over again, before a baby's crying was heard across the nursery.

For a split second, the new recruit was worried it was her, but then Dana turned to walk away, "Got to go dear, someone's fussy. Play nice!"

Most of Candace's attention founded itself focused on the effort that it took to keep from falling to the floor, but she still had the time to look around the room at those also being cared for today. The vast majority were diapered just like she was (though, of course, a lot smaller), and of the few kids above that age most of them seemed just barely into training pants. Maybe one or two possibly had big-boy or big-girl pants, but they were by far not the most numerous of the bunch.

Most of them seemed to be ignoring her, busy lost in their own little words - it was only when one girl wandered up, a toddler with reasonably-long brown hair and a brown shirt as well as naturally a diaper, that any expressed any real interest in her.

"Mmm..." This little one didn't look entirely friendly either. It was kind of hard to tell since she didn't quite look like the type to go around pushing the few smaller than her to the ground or anything, but she didn't look like the most sociable of babies either.

Well, was kind of awkward standing like this at it was and all... So Candace lowered herself into a seated position, generally preferring Indian-style sitting but the bulk of her diaper causing her legs to have to be outstretched. She plucked out her pacifier, but before she could break the rule about talking this little one got going instead.

"Who you?" asked the tot in a tone that didn't really help in gauging just what her personality was developing into. She almost looked like she was plotting, maybe trying to think up some story or something like little kids about to lie often do, but she didn't keep going as she instead waited for her question to be answered.

"Cannndy." The adult answered, almost substituting her usual name for the more childish one given by her new co-workers. Smiling, she leaned closer, whispering so she could talk in her normal voice without being overheard and scolded for it, "What's your name?"

"Awesh." The baby's dark eyes went to the big girl's diaper, which she reached toward and tugged at, "What'choo wearin'?"

"Eheh..... Please don't do that," mumbled the grown-down through her pacifier, gently pulling Alex's hands away. It must look odd, but hopefully someone this little wouldn't quite find it as bizarre as older children would. Thus, she tried to spin it differently by pointing at herself, "I-I'm just a new baby who'll be staying for the day, see?"

"Ooo.... 'Kay!" The brown-haired toddler nodded in understanding, before saying to the adult's surprise, "My big sista's a baby too."

".... Wait, what?" Candy rose an eyebrow at the idea, surprised, "Your big sister's-"

"Uh-huh. Wears diapies an' stuff wike you."

The blond had the distinct feeling this girl was fibbing, as she wouldn't look her in the eye as she said this. Her gaze instead flew around the walls and corners of the classroom before looking at her bare feet. A dropped, shiny button was sitting just between them, and before Candy could snatch it up, Alex did so herself, stowing it into a pocket on the front of her shirt.

"Um..."

"Wha'?" The girl didn't even seem to acknowledge what she had just done, which served to slightly confuse Candy. She was kind of disappointed not to have the precious little object, but Candy quickly chased the thought away.

It took adjusting the position in which she was sitting just a tad bit before Candy felt nice and comfortable again, but she quickly was able to reply. "Uh, what's your sister like?"

"Hmph." Okay, maybe Alex wasn't the most friendly little girl in the world, even if she still didn't really seem as mean as most girls with an air like hers often were. "I 'unno."

Okay, indirect... Suddenly though, Alex had gone from looking disconnected to looking playful. Candy wasn't sure how to respond, until a second later it became clear as the tot tugged the pacifier out of her mouth and dashed off in a fit of giggles.

"Heeeyyyy!" Candy's voice became a childish whine as her plastic object was slipped into the baby's pocket. "No fair, give it back!"

Alex's response was only to blink innocently, "Giff' wha' back?"

"My pacifier!" After another bit of innocence from the baby, who put her hands behind her back, the grown-up pointed accusingly to her pocket, "Dun fib, I saw you take it! It's mine, an' I want it back!"

"Did not," replied the Alex, not sounding like she was defending herself, but just calmly denying it. With that simple rebuttal stated, she turned to toddle away, Candy's soother still in her pocket.

"Come back here!" The blond crawled after her, reaching forward to grab her tiny forearm once she caught her, "You can't take stuff that's not yours; give it back!"

"Weaff' her awone!"

Both diapered girls turned behind them to see another figure. This one, to Candy's slight envy, was already in training pants, which were peeking out from under his long-sleeve shirt, messy-but-short blond hair on his head. The blond checked back to the girl she'd apprehended. Didn't look like Alex knew him, or at least didn't show any signs of it, as she only blinked numbly in his direction on appearance.

"I's not doin' nuffin'."

"Saws ya," answered the boy swiftly, his little hands on his almost nonexistent hips as he stood between Candy and Alex. "Giff it!"

Candy stayed silent as there was a sudden staredown between the two little kids. It wasn't that she was totally without things to say, but this friendly boy seemed to have the matter well in hand and all. And sure enough what seemed to be the case was, as after a few seconds Alex tossed her pacifier to the boy and the boy tossed it to her. Naturally, the object was crammed back in Candy's motuh as soon as she had it in her hands.

"Hee, yer funny," Alex said simply as a sort of quasi-goodbye, before toddling off to go play elsewhere. That left the boy that had leaped into action left to talk to the grateful damsel.

"Thank you!" she squealed before growing embarrassed and lowering the tone of her voice, cheeks a bit red even as she began to speak once again. "Uh, I'm Candy. What's your name?"

"Tony," came the simple reply. Her knee-high hero stepped toward her, as if he were the cowboy who'd fought the Indians off the kidnapped farm girl, "Awesh takes stuff but she's not bad, jus' wikes doin' it."

"Oh, okay." Candy nodded, having seen children like that. Kids about that age tended to go into the "mine" phase about that time, "It was really mean to take my pacifier though. Hopefully she doesn't take too much really nice stuff."

"Kinda." The toddler shrugged in a more nonchalant manner then a toddler can normally accomplish. Apparently he felt the need for a change of pace though, as the next moment he questioned, "Why you's wearin' diapas? Dun you use da potty?"

"Oh.... Well...." Naturally, the question turned the grown-down's face red, but she had to ponder her answer for a moment. It felt increasingly weird to keep telling the kids she was a baby like the rest of them. Plus since Tony had just gotten her pacifier back for her, so that meant he must have been nice enough to trust. Giving a cautious look around to make sure there was nobody watching, Candy leaned in toward the boy in training pants to whisper.

"The other grown-ups made me wear this," she responded. "I wanna work here with them, but they said I had to act like a baby first, so they put me in diapers."

"'Dats mean," grumbled the boy in simple response. "I'd be weal mad if people made me wear diapas 'gain. You shoulda twied an' fought 'em."

"Guess I'm just not like that," the older girl explained, which Tony seemed to understand. Not exactly agree with, but he looked like he was getting the idea.

"Stiww, dat's a mean fang'a do." Tony had his little arms crossed across his chest, which made for a kind of funny visual to the diapered girl. "Hmm. You wansa pway?"

A very nice offer, and Candy squealed a little as she nodded happily in acceptance. She was just about to pluck out her pacifier again and ask what he wanted to play, but before she could there was a sudden distraction. The girl crawled over to where Dana stood, and plucked out her pacifier.

"Um..."

The present caretaker turned to look down her, smiling but in a way that seemed to warn the girl that she wasn't supposed to be talking too. Still, she was kind enough to ask in a syrupy voice, "What does wittle Candy need, huh?"

"Uh..." She knew she was supposed to say it like a baby would, so her mind put together a way to express this that way. "Um... Needa pee bad. Go potty?"

"Uh uh uh! I don't think wittle, itsy bitsy Candy's old 'nough to be usin' da big, scawy potty jus' yet..."

That made Candace pout, and so she turned around and started to crawl away after sticking her pacifier back in her mouth. That was not the end of it, however.

Something happened behind the girl, then, but she didn't notice as she was too busy focused on trying to hold it in from the other end; therefore she paid it no mind when Dana sniffed and then exclaimed, "I think someone needs a diaper change!"

"EEP!" Blushing from head to toe, Candy's head zipped back to Dana, "But.... But I didn't..." It didn't feel like she'd gone poopy, but maybe she couldn't tell. Lots of kids she'd babysat had done that before, "Mi-Miss Dana, I didn't know I-"

A moment later that train of thought derailed as Dana picked another little baby off the ground, cooing at the redhead and rubbing her nose into the toddler's tummy, "Yes, she does! Can't have little Molly stay poopy all day, can we?"

With that finished, Candy gave a sigh of relief. She was still clean, so she didn't need to go through the torment that was getting her diaper cha-

"Surprise!" A squeak came out of the blond as someone big hugged her from behind, "Hi, Candy! Are we having a good first day? I bet we are!"

Shocked, once the hug let up Candy was able to properly turn and see it was Felicia. The diapered girl nodded meekly, "Eheh... Y-Yeah, it's not that bad... The other- I mean, the babies are really nice...." After she said this, Candy expected a type of response from the grown-up, but when none came she got confused, ".... What?"

The similar look of befuddlement on the other girl's face soon became one of glee, "Oooo, somebody's peeing!"

"W-What?!" A hissing noise dimly caught Candy's awareness as she began to crawl backwards, "N-NO! I'm not... Your hug just sur-surprised me is all!"

"Hee... Well in either case, we can't have a soggy li'l' baby all day, can we? Noo we can't!"

"Bu--"

Her pacifier was shoved back in then, and Felicia was quick to start consoling her. "Shh, shh, s'okay! S'okay! Don't cwy, Candy!"

The blond was hugged then,and Felicia's body raised as it pressed into Candy's in order to lift her to her feet. It took a little effort as the diaper made Candy lose her footing early on in the attempt, but eventually with some effort on her own part as well Felicia got her up. It was then that Candy realized just how icky the liquid in her undies felt, and the speed at which she sucked on her pacifier increased drastically in an attempt to cry out.

"Dun wowwy! Dun wowwy!" Felicia stopped long enough to tickle the big baby under the chin, causing a little giggle behind the pacifier. With that doing its job of slowing down the sucking a bit, the woman took that as a cue to lead Candy over to the changing table.

It was surprisingly large, spacious - between its size and Candy's own relatively small height / weight it wasn't hard for Felicia to help her onto the table right alongside the little redhead in a pink shirt currently having her own diaper untaped. Candy was about to meet the same fate for a different state of diaper, but before she could it became evident to both herself and Felicia that a bulge had begun to form in the seat of her crinkly plastic underwear.

"N-NO!" Squealing so loudly her pacifier came out of her mouth, Candy's eyes immediately began to tear as the mess slithered out of her bottom and into her diaper, squishing against her skin. "I dun.... I dun wanna do thiiiis!"

Suddenly with this development, she saw child care as the worst job ever. Just the interview was worse then she could have imagined. She wanted to help play with babies and make them happy and instead she was lying on a changing table having just pooed herself. Everything seemed so terrible, the poor blond couldn't help it when her eyes teared up and she began loudly sobbing.

Hmm... I love it! I think I have a good grasp on your style. Names and hair color be your favorite.

I'll say, that first sentence really reads wierd. The double "in" does it.

Hm, true. Probably should've handled that in proofreading... Can get it before we post to DA, then. In either case, thanks for pointing that out and glad you enjoy!

But of course! there was one other sentence too... dammit, I'm not sure which one, but it is definitely missing a word or two. I'd do another proof, then post it. Other than that, great stuff. You guys make an awesome writing duo. Kinda like Weis and Hickman.

I like it quite a bit. Can't wait to see another part of it. I wasn't really focusing on finding any real grammatical or otherwise problems, but it looked good to me.

Oh... Yeah.... Hey, um... I could proof read this for ya...

Just.... Ummm..... PM the rest..... Yeah.... I'll see what I can do...

Just... Send me... The whole story....


In all seriousness, good story so far! Waiting with baited breath for more.

who can take a sunrise? Sprinkle it with dew... Cover it with chocolate and a miracle or two The Candy Mann can cuz he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good.. hehehehe

Glad everyone's enjoying. Will have one more update after this, and soon after will probably post that aforementioned El Goonish Shive fic, as the two of us finished it about an hour ago.



"Awww.... poor baby..." The crying only rose in volume for Candy as Felicia rolled her forward, which only worse squished her diaper against her. The big caretaker was now sitting her on the table so that she could get a nice tender hug, being rocked gently as the lady tried her best to make the tears stop, "There, there, don't cry now. Shh.... Shhh...."

Even though breaking down and crying felt unusually easy, even given her position, for Candy it seemed nigh-impossible to stop. Feeling the lady hold her did do wonders and she sobbed pitifully into her blouse, letting herself be cooed to and squeezed. Now crying a substantially smaller amount, although still sobbing and with a wet face, Candy found herself being rolled back to the changing position. It really made her sad to not get hugs anymore, but she managed to not increase her levels of wailing when by the fact that she was about to get her diaper changed.

"Here...." With a sniffle, the woman looked to her side to see the redhead lying next to her. Molly was being wiped at the moment, but also holding out the dropped pacifier for the grown-down to take, "You dwopped 'dish."

In a blind, desperate rush Candy's arm fumbled blindly until she managed to grab hold of the pacifier and then eagerly cram it into her mouth. Though her eyes were still red and puffy, her tears had sufficiently slowed the speed at which they were sliding down her face and the screaming had stopped. She let out a tiny, almost unnoticeable pair of giggles when Felicia lightly tickled her tummy, which made the woman about to change her smile and let out a few meaningless coos.

"You's kay?" Molly had turned her head over to look at the woman with similar diaper troubles, smiling helpfully in the process. She didn't have to wait long for an answer, as Candy slowly nodded in confirmation that seemed to be just as much for herself as for the girl asking. "Fas's good."

"Oooooooo... Wooks wike our wittle baby go poo-poo bad! Wow!"

For effect Felicia exaggeratedly waved her hand in front of her nose, which contrary to everything that was going on did make Candy reluctantly giggle a little.

Such happy actions helped ease the feeling of having a cold wet wipe slid across a very tender area of her skin. The sensation got the baby biting down on her pacifier in discomfort, but it was oddly relaxing at the same time to have someone taking care of you.

Looking up at the ceiling, occasionally giggling as Felicia tickled her between wipes, Candy's head turned to the much smaller baby next to her went she smelt talcum powder. While the blond was still being cleaned, Molly was already on the next step.

While the redhead giggled at her way the powder felt, she looked over at the bigger girl, confused, "Hehe... Di-Didn't know they haff' diapies 'dat big..."

"Eheh..." Brighter then a tomato, Candy kept her pacifier between her teeth to answer, "W-Well, the grown-ups all said- Hehehehe..."

"Ah-ah-ah!" The conversation was diverted by a critical tickle from Felicia, who also waved a finger at Candy's direction and pushed the pacifier fully into her mouth, "Little words from the big baby, remember?"

With that in mind, Candy pondered the question over before again answering the girl on her current social-level, "Umm... 'dey haf' diapies fer' bigga babies 'cause some gets big an' stwong ea'wier...."

"Hehe... You're siwwy." With her new diaper being taped onto her, Molly reached over to tickle the bigger baby under the chin, a gesture that got some obvious squeals out of her. "I'm Mawwy. You know yer name."

"'Cawse!" Candy supposed there were kids little enough here that they didn't know their own names, but she herself was rather offended by that, puffing out her own chest as she answered, "Candy!"

This surprisingly got a laugh out of the other girl. And not a happy laugh, more of a teasing one as she was lifted up, "That'ssa siwwy name..."

"Molly, don't be mean." Dana picked the baby to finish first up, putting her on her feet and patting her head, "If you wait around, I bet Candy would love to play once she's finished. Would you like that?"

"Hmm." The girl was quite visually contemplating it, but from where Candy sat she couldn't see this fact. Instead she was still being wiped up, having apparently messed very badly indeed. "I 'unno, guesso."

The confirmation made Candy, without even really catching it, squeal in delight. That of course got both of the current caretakers happy, Dana taking the initiative in tickling her tummy and causing full blown laughter.

With Candy having tickles on her little tummy, there was a surprising amount of kicking on her part as she tried weakly to roll over on all fours and crawl away, but Dana was fortunately strong enough to hold her in place, difficult though it was.

"Uh-uh, Candy..." When the blond was on her back and seemed like she wasn't going to crawl off, Dana took her ankles and began powdering her bottom up, "Hehe... I know babies like to run around naked, but we don't allow that here."

"A-Ah..." Red at what a sight that would have been, Candy decided to just chew on her pacifier as Dana unfolded the diaper, "Eheh... S-Sowwy... Dun wanna be nakey fronna ev'eybody..."

The adult "awwed" at that, sliding the diaper under her rear and taping it up, "Well, Ms. Dana probably shouldn't have tickle-wickled you so much when changin' your poo-poos, should I?" Grinning, she set the last seam in place and helped the big baby sit up, patting her butt, "But your hieney's so cute, I don't think anybody would mind."

At the pat, Candy wasn't quite sure how to feel. Diapers were still rather embarrassing, but this soft new one was more then welcome after wearing one that was all poopy. Figuring she'd traded up at least, the girl smiled as she suckled on her soother, letting out a tiny "Thank 'oo."

The moment was brief though as another boy toddled up, gesturing to a pair of soggy training pants and holding his arms up. Dana smiled as she began sliding Candy off the table, "Okay, Candy-Wandy. I got another customer, so time to enjoy playtime, 'kay?"

Before the new worker could let out another word, her hieney was slid right off the table and her puffy rear landed on the daycare floor next to a giggling Molly.

For her part, Candy couldn't help but giggle a little herself. She was all about to pluck out her pacifier and get to speaking, but just as she had reached up to grab it her fellow (though much smaller) baby crawled off in search of a place to play; naturally, Candy saw fit to follow.

It of course didn't take Candy long at all to catch up given her size and strength in comparison to Molly's, but since she didn't know for sure where the girl was heading the blond made sure to stay just a little behind the smaller girl. When Molly did eventually come to a stop, it was in front of a boy, one Candy hadn't been introduced to yet; he pointed at her as soon as she took a seat in front of him, which naturally only made the blond confused.

"Who dat?" This black-haired boy seemed a bit angry - maybe he had lost a toy or something, Candy absentmindedly pondered - but Molly seemed okay with him.

"Hee, dat's Can'y. She big." As if that last part wasn't clearly visible, but still. In either case, once she had been introduced Candy saw fit to give the new boy a little wave.

The boy didn't return it, instead looking the girl over with increased suspicion until Molly approached him, smiling. While he didn't smile, he did at least look warming, "Cwean?"

"Uh-huh!" Beaming herself, the redhead adjusted her diaper, "Wann' go pway twucks now?"

"'Kay." Apparently finding this an acceptable course of action, the nameless boy toddled off with Molly, neither making any motion for the much-larger to follow. A few feet away, they began pulling around in a toy chest to find some plastic cars, leaving Candy sitting alone.

..... Did she just get <i>ditched</i> by a pair of <i>three-year-olds</i>?

It took a moment for Candy to figure out what was happening, but as it became apparent that was the case, the diapered adult frowned, looking serious. That was not going to happen. She was going through what she could only associate as the weirdest senior hazing ritual courtesy of grown-ups, but she wasn't going to get thrown to the bottom of the popularity ladder by the little kids too! Chewing madly on her pacifier, Candy crawled over.

"Hey!" The shout got both of their attentions, but when she neared, her voice went back to being nicer as she asked, "C'n I play too?"

"Mmm..." Molly and the boy glanced in each others' direction, staring at each other for a moment as if silently deliberating over whether to allow Candy to join in their games.

It didn't take long, though, until the boy turned his head back toward the pink-highlighted girl and quickly gave a, "Nuh-uh." The pair turned and started to walk further away from the girl immediately after the answer, and that just got Candy somewhere between hurt and annoyed.

She didn't understand why they wouldn't let her play, though. Maybe it was because she cried before her poo-poos got changed while Molly didn't - if that was the reason, the girl thought with a huff, that was a mean way of deciding they were more grown-up than she was.

Well, you know what? Nuts to them! Candy was a grown-up. That was a fact, and no matter what she was wearing, she wasn't about to let two toddlers dispute that!

Getting a very angry pout on her face, which she assumed only went to show how serious she was on the issue, Candy glanced around the room for a source on confirmation on her grown-upness. The desperation of the search was lessened slightly when she had to reach down and adjust her diaper to keep from chaffing, and further when she crawled off, but it was still there.

Closest grown up she could find was Davis. Crawling to him extra fast, the diapered twenty-something neared him and plopped onto her rear just beside him. Sucking on her pacifier, she tugged on his pant leg for attention, eager to get this matter cleared.

"Hmm?" The man turned his head downward, the look of confusion on his face quickly transforming into a smile when he saw which charge of his in particular it was. He bent down to get a proper look at her then, although he still towered over her between only bending to his knees and having a definite height advantage naturally. "What does little Candy want, huh?"

There was a second of hesitation, all while Candace absentmindedly suckled her pacifier. She started to explain after a second, but all that came out was mumbly noises due to the object presently shoved in her mouth.

After she had finished, though, the girl took notice of that fact. Turning a little red, the diapered girl plucked out her pacifier (her mouth taking a second to adjust to being without it afterward), and she explained, "Molly w-- Uh, M'wwy an' dat boy won't lemme lay wit dem."

"Aww, poor Candy." Laughing at the diapered grown up, Davis reached down to pat her head, "You think I should make them play with you?"

"Mm-hm," said the girl witha firm, enthusiastic head-nod. "'Dey 'fink I'm no gwown-up 'nuff!"

"Ah, I see." Still on one knee and smiling, Davis grinned to himself, "Well, the kids here do have a little social class all their own. Some only play with the babies who have mastered certain abilities." He grinned, pinching the woman's cheek, "And little Candy still has a <i>looong</i> way to go on plenty of that stuff."

"Mmph!" The cheek-pinch was embarrassing, but Candy was still more fussy about the matter at hand, "Nuh-uh! You knows I'ma gwown-up, an' I should getta pway!" Figuring she might need to drop the baby talk for such an important matter, Candy glanced over her shoulder before saying in a whisper, "Seriously- you know I'm a big girl! I should get to play with whoever I want since I'm so mature and stuff!!"

"Hmm." Davis seemed a little unsure on how to reply to that, but after a second the man seemed to settle for giving the girl's hair a little tussle. After that, though, he did have a proper response, "Well... okay, how's this?"

Candy didn't quite want to wait to hear whatever he had to say, as she quickly got to rushing him with a quickly-said whisper of, "How's what?"

"Well, little Candy..." The man dragged off a little, smiling a bit as he did. "How about you do something to show us all how big a girl you are, huh? If you can do something only an older baby can do, I'm sure the other kids'd be happy to let you play with them."

"Hmm..." It was hard not to get mad at that, most of all because of the man's phrasing. Still, Candy decided to be patient, whispering right back, "Like what?"

"Hmm...." Grinning in a trickster fashion, Davis stroked his chin. "Well, you know what really gets the kids' attention to show how grown-up they are? What's a real status-booster here in daycare?"

Candy sucked on her pacifier for a moment, trying to ponder the question but coming up short. When she finally shook her head, Davis gave the simple answer, "Training Pants."

"Ooo..." That did sound grown-up. Candy wiggled her bottom for a moment, looking at her diaper, "I'd love training pants! It'd be great to-"

"Candy..." raising a hand to soothe the baby, Davis looked over his shoulder, "I'm cutting you a break, okay? Either talk softly or do baby talk."

"Oh... sorry." Dropping her voice to a whisper, but still very happy, Candy leaned forward, "Hehehe... That'd be great... Canya get me some?" Candy was already imagining herself strutting around the floor in her bright pink pull-ups...

"Sorry, but I can't just let you put some on," explained Davis with a grin. "You need to make a little requirement test first."

"Huh?" That caught Candy a little by surprise, although she didn't quite feel any anxiety over things - whatever test such a thing would need, she'd surely pass with ease! "Like what?"

"Well, we have to be sure Candy's ready for them, of course!" The girl got her cheek pinched again, which served to slightly bring her down from her improved mood although not for more than a second or two, "We can't just go giving them to a baby who's just gonna go pooping in 'em first time she needs to go, can we?"

Fair enough, Candy decided, although after a second she remembered that for a girl her age training pants weren't a huge accomplishment - still, walking around in some of those would easily beat having to wear a diaper, even if it was kind of comfortable when gotten used to, "Alright, so... How do I prove I am, then?"

"Aww, c'mon..." Looking left and right, Candy tugged on the big boy's shirt hopefully, "You know I'ma grown-up, so can't I just get some?" Candy threw some puppy dog eyes in for good measure, "That's what grown-ups wear, right?"

"Heheh...." For some reason, Davis smiled very widely at that question. "Well, yeah. But.... Have you needed a diaper change since you got here?"

Turning bright red, Candy looked right and left in embarrassment, before giving a tiny nod. Still, she didn't see why she had to be stuck in diapers all the same....

"We juts need to see if you can go potty when you need to." Patting Candy's head as consolation, Davis stood up, you wait here- I'll get you something to drink so you'll be able to go sooner."

Candy nodded obediently, before plopping into a seated position on the spot and sticking her pacifier back into her mouth. Davis headed off then - looked like he was going into the back room, but Candy didn't so much dwell on it.

Instead, she settled for sitting there, her legs spread out and her mind racing - it was exciting to think she might get to get this diaper off and get some nice, grown-up training pants instead. Was boring just waiting on this, so her mind began to drift - namely, she decided to mentally go over the steps of using the potty in anticipation of getting to show Davis she could.

Let's <i>seeeee</i>.... She remembered going potty... Yeah, she did it just that morning! She went pee-pee just before breakfast! And she did it in the potty like a big girl.... So it'd be easy for her to do it now.

So... She <i>rememberrrred</i>.... Washing her hands. Definitely remembered that, so it was probably what came first... There was... sitting? Yeah, she was sitting... And she thought she took her training pants off before she sat down too. Or did you leave them on?

And she had the funny pages with her... So she guessed you could read when you were on the potty...

Hehe... Yeah, funny pages were good today. Charlie Brown was trying to go for the football and... Wait, what was she thinking about?

Was it... Was it playing?

"Wait, nuh uh..." Okay, what was it if it wasn't playing then-- Oh, right, the potty. Alright, so first there was washing her hands then sitting... Which drifted back to the question of whether or not she was supposed to take her training pants off.

Wait, she'd have to if pee-pee or poo-poos were going to make it into the potty, didn't she? Well, maybe not, if they had a hole in them - did training pants have a hole in them? While she contemplated that, Candy began absentmindedly moving her toes up and down, up and down, all while sucking her paci intently.

Chewing on her pacifier, Candy thought over the situation. She guessed when she got her training pants, she'd need to check.. When Davis brought them to her, she'd just get a look... She bet even grown-ups needed to check their training pants sometimes! Must be an easy thing to forget.

.... Where was Davis anyway? Candy had been waiting a long time. She didn't like waiting.... Pouting some, she wiggled her toes a bit more before a boy walked by. Staring at her butt, she could see he was in a pair of green training pants, and figuring this would be the best time to check, she got on all fours and followed.

It wasn't at all hard to keep up with the boy even on all fours, given the big size difference between them, but Candy was met with a problem - just when she did get close enough to see for sure whether or not there was a hole there, he sat down.

That wouldn't do, though Candy didn't know whether to ask or try to get a look or what... Pouting a little now, the blond weighed her options and decided that the direct approach was as good as any.

"'Ey, uh..." The boy didn't notice her just yet, but he did turn when Candy gave a louder, "Hey!" Once he did, she was quick to ask, "Umm... Do twainin' pants gots holes in 'em?"

That got a confused-looking shake of the head. Confused now, Candy figured it best to go ahead and ask, "Kay, uh... How's ya go potty wiff'em on den?"

The boy blinked at her for a moment before breaking eye contact, looking at his toes, "Hafta take 'em off."

"Ohhh..." That made sense, thought Candy. Smiling, she looked the boy over again, reaching over to poke his training pants, "But... Y'needa gwown-up t' take 'em offs?"

"Uh... No." The boy barely moved when she poked his underwear, although she did give her a worried look before glancing away again, "'Dey swide off an' ons."

"Ohhh..."

As Candy pondered over this new, really neat, bit of information, the boy turned and gave her a long glance, asking in a straightforward, but confused voice, "Uh... Why's you in diapies? How old's you?"

That information was very neat - so neat, in fact, that Candy didn't notice the questions that came with it. Training pants sounded to Candy way easier to get changed into and out of than diapers, if you could just slide them...

Beaming at the thought, it took Candy a moment or two before she had the realization that while she was clearing up that bit of befuddling information she may as well get reminded of some of the other finer points of using the potty.

Couldn't just ask outright, though - instead, she opted to start listing the steps as she saw them, albeit loudly enough for the boy to clearly, easily hear, "So ya wash yer han's, thenya sit on duh potty, then ya take twainin' pants off..."

"Wha- No..." The smaller boy shook his head. It felt really weird to be telling a grown-up about this, but she really had things backwards... "You dun wash yer hans' when ya starts... Y'do it at da ends.... And you needa tak-"

"Nuh-uh," came the reply, accompanied by a brief head-shake. "Y'hafta wash 'em firs'. I 'memba it special 'cause I went potty 'dis morning."

The grown-up smiled to herself as she let that information out, crossing her arms smugly at the revelation. It didn't even falter when the boy asked a moment later, "If y' used th' potty, why're you in diapies now?"

"Da gwown-ups is makin' me wear diapies right now, dat's all!"

The girl smirked, her eyes closed just to tie together the completeness of her look of satisfaction. "I dun' really member whatcha do afta ya gots twainin' pants off, but I still used potty allll by myself 'fore b'ekfust!"

That only got a little stare from the boy, who seemed to have a moment of recognition of the girl now; one eye narrowing in a way a bit unusual for a boy so young, he stepped forward and asked, "Wait, wasn't ya the one cwyin' weal, weal woud after poopin' eawier? Ya can't use duh potty if ya still poop yaself..."

"Uh... 'Dat wasn' me..." said Candy with a shake of her head. Molly was a meanie-face for not letting Candy play with her, so the grown-up felt no remorse in pointing at the little girl, "'Dat was her. She wen' poo-poo and she cried extra loud."

"Oh..." The boy looked over at the changing table then back at the big girl, "Nuh-uh, I know you gotta diapie change... I know 'cause you could barewy fit on 'da widdew table..."

"'Dat was 'notha baby," said Candy insistently, not even knowing she'd inadvertently said "another baby" and not "a real baby." "Wasnn' me 'cause I dun go poopy in my diapie!"

"Mmm." The boy crossed his arms, staring the girl over. Candy didn't quite get what in particular he was looking at seeing as how she'd already clearly given the perfect argument for why it couldn't possibly be her.

The boy did eventually say something though, and it startled Candy, "If ya dun' go poopy, why's ya startin' ta smelly?" What Candy didn't know was that the boy wasn't even speaking the truth, instead only aiming to see her reaction.

"Wha... I..." Did she go poopy again? Again? But she had just gotten changed. This... She couldn't have gone again- she hated being poopy! It was so gross!

"I-I dun wan' be smelly!" She shouted angrily at the boy, eyes starting to rapidly well up with tears as she began squirming her diapered rear into the floor. "N-Nuh uh! Dun wa-wan'.... Calla gwo-gwown-up an'...."

Unable to say much more, Candy's pacifier fell out of her mouth and onto the carpet as she lowered her head and began letting out some very loud whines and cries, tears strolling down her face.

Candy's legs began to kick up and down a second later too, which to the toddler standing before her looked like a large, frightening kind of death trap more than anything. Still, seeing her crying like this...

The least he could do, the boy decided, was pick up the pacifier and cram it into the girl's mouth once more - she clamped onto it almost immediately, but Candy's urge to scream was too great and so it quite quickly just fell out all over again.

Before the boy could try anything else, though, Dana came rushing. Immediately after she reached the destination, the girl knelt down next to the girl and more or less cooed out to her, "Aww, what's wrong with wittle Candy, huh? Why's Candy cwyin'?"

"I-I wen'...." It was hard for the girl to talk being so upset about the state of her diaper. Hearing Dana cooing to her in highly-comforting baby talk and further feeling her hair being petted, the girl sniffled and managed to sob out, "I we-wen'.... Wen' poo-poos..."

"Really, Candy? My widdew baby make a big bad stinky?" Dana kissed the toddler's forehead before stooping lower to see her. Curious, she reached over and checked the big girl's diaper, patting it against her butt.

However, instead of a disgusting squish, she instead got a soft crinkling poof sound, a little puff of baby power coming out from it. "Hehe... Silly baby, you didn't go poopy. You must've imagined it."

"Wha?" That... That confused Candy quite a bit. With an accusing point of her finger at the boy in training pants standing in front of her, she tattled out, "B-But... But he tol' me I poo-poos!"

The boy didn't look too guilty about it though, instead countering, "Jus' twyin'a show ya - how c'n you knows howta go potty if ya can't tells ya gots poop?"

"Oooo, that's a good point, Brendon!" Dana smiled as she pinched the boy's cheek, smiling at him. "You're such a smart boy to think of that, aren't you? But Candy won't be trying to learn how to go potty for a long, long time, so you didn't need to fib to her. Now say you're sorry."

Brendon nodded, offering up a quick, "I'm saww-" before the baby-in-training interrupted.

"Nuh-uh!" Candy squirmed where she sat. "I'ma be gettin' real trainin' pants soon, so I should know when I goes poo-poos.... An' he-" She pointed madly at the boy again, who slowly backed away, "Outta get punished real bad for fibbin'!"

Brendon's arms crossed, now a bit cranky due to how stubborn this big baby was. Still, he tried to be nice, and so while staring up at Dana he explained, "Alls I did was tell'er dat she 'as startin' ta smewwy - coulda meant she jus' s'eaty or sumefin'..."

"Nuh-uh!" Candy pointed a finger right square in the boy's face, almost poking him with how dramatically she did so - enough so that he jumped back a little and fell on his bottom out of fear of that happening. "You was tellin' me I'd goes poo-poos and was lyin' 'bout howta potty, 'cause you's justa big meanie!"

"Alright, that's enough of that." Dana clapped her hands, getting the attention of both arguing tots before putting a hand on each one's shoulder, helping Brendon to his feet as she did so, "You two are being waaaay too fussy. Widdew babies should be happy and smiling, not fighting with each other!"

"I'm notta baby," squeaked out Brendon, pulling up his shirt to show his green trainers. "See? 'Sides, she poked me..."

"Did not!"

"Did s-"

"Uh, uh, uh..." Dana shook her head, petting both children's hair before saying gladly, "No more fighting from you two little cuddly-wuddlies, okay? I wantcha to give each other a hug, and make up."

"Mm..."

Neither one seemed particularly happy with that idea. When there was a second's hesitation, though, Dana saw fit to tack on, "Of course, if you two are too grumpy to make up, we could always give you your naps nice and early..."

"Dun' wansa nap..." Candy mumbled bitterly. Right now, she just wanted her bottle so she could prove to the world that she was still a grown-up deserving of training pants. So if this was in the name of avoiding nap time...

Apparently, Brendon had the same thought, as he stepped forward for possible hugging - it was not until Candy initiated it, though, that he got to returning the favor.

"Mm..." Brendon was standing on Candy's diapered lap while they hugged, smiling as he wiggling his toes into her puffy underwear. When that feeling got Candy giggling, he offerred up, "Sawwy I was fibbin'."

"Uh-huh..." Candy nuzzled the boy, repling, "An' I'm sorry I was... um... Grumpy an' stuff."

"See how much better you two feel now?" Dana laughed to herself, patting Candy on the head, "You'll be best friends now I bet, won'tcha widdew Candy?"

"Hey..." Davis appeared, holding a warmed baby bottle and waving at the group. "Candy, I got your bottle. You still ready for it?"

"Ooo! Ooo!" With Brendon still standing on her lap, Candy held her hands out for the drink, bouncing on the floor as she did so.

Davis didn't quite put the bottle in Candy's mouth though, instead kneeling down and pulling the big baby back so she was lying against his knees before he lightly pushed the bottle into the girl's mouth.

She instinctively started suckling, and while she'd expected her bottle to taste good, this was really good! And Davis could see that, as he smiled down to her gently while explaining, "Danielle made it extra special for wittle Candy, 'cause she deserves it, huh?"

While Brendon and Dana watched for about 30 seconds, it was not long until the adult of the pair piped in to comment, "Actually, what do you think Davis, think it's time for the widdew ones to have lunch yet?"

"Oh, that sounds like a great idea. Little Candy feel hungry?" Still knelt down to her level, Davis patted her on the head, "It'd help you go potty faster if you ate."

Candy cooed and smiled at that idea, showing her approval. Then forgot she was drinking from her bottle and giggled. Naturally she had to pull her drink away from her mouth and begin coughing after she practically inhaled her formula.

"Aww..." Dana stepped forward cooing, "Poor widdew Candy..." Some light thumping went onto the trainee's back to aid her coughing, "Don't cry, sweetie. Lots of babies can't feed themselves."

As this went on, Davis looked back at Brendon, "How 'bout you little man? You hungry?"

"Hmm... Kindsa." Brendon gave a big nod just in case that alone wasn't enough to make his hunger clear.

"Well then, let's get to it, huh?" Dana scooped Brendon up, the boy giggling as he was lifted off of the ground and rested against her side. "You wanna help Candy walky over to the high-chairs for me?"

"Yeah, I can get it. Here, we'll need to take baby's ba-ba for a minute..." Davis plucked the container out of Candy's motuh then, the girl starting to fuss but not saying anything in the way of actual words when he did so.

"Shh... You can eat the rest of your ba-ba at lunch, okay?" Davis grinned as he helped the big baby to her feet. "And you'll get to eat lots of other good stuff too- stuff that'll make you big and strong."

"Ooo..." Candy nodded at that, as it sounded appealing, but a moment later felt confused. As she was guided wobbly toward the highchairs (thank goodness Mr. Davey was there to help her, she thought), she questioned, "But uh... Aren't I already big an' strong an' stuff?"

"Oh, don't be silly!" Even though she was holding Brendon, Dana patted the girl's rear as they continued walking, "Widdew Babies aren't grown-ups yet! That's why they're babies!"

Maybe to prove her point, Dana gave Candy's rear end another pat, which totally destroyed her balance. Yelping, the girl fell sideways onto Davis's chest.

"Careful, Candy..." As Davis helped the girl get back to a balanced state, he was sure to assure her, "Babies as little as you have to be extra careful they don't fall an' get hurt."

"G-Guesso..." Something struck Candy as a little odd about how much trouble she was having right now, but with how nice Mr. Davey was being in helping her, it was easy to forget. "Th-Thankies..."

"Hee, that's a good baby!" Dana gushed from where she walked with Brendon in her arms, "Widdew Candy should be proud of knowin' to thank people even when she's still so tiny..."

"Hehe.... Y-Yeah..." Again, that felt like a funny thing to say. Candy wasn't a baby, that much she knew (not when she had training pants incoming, and the chance to go potty), but she didn't think she was tiny. Davis was just a liiiittle bit bigger then she was.

Maybe she was wrong, though. When she was taken to the highchairs, they had one that was easily big enough to fit her. The infant was left cooing as Davis set the tray in place over her lap, then into a fit of giggles when she had her feet tickled.

"Theeeere we go, Candy." Smiling, Davis grabbed a bib hanging off the highchair and began tying to around her neck, "Ready to get that rumbling tummy filled up?"

"Nuh-uh." Well, the answer to the question would honestly be "yes," but Candy shook her head, "Dun needa bibby."

"Heh, really?" Davis finished tying, before he got to asking, "Ya sure? Even if ya dun' need it, doesn't Candy think she should wear one just in case so it doesn't get on her pretty T-shirt?"

"Hmm..." That was a good point... Candy couldn't help but look downward at the shirt she was wearing. It really was pretty pretty, but she didn't want to feel like a baby by having to wear a bib. In fact, she was sure she could keep it clean! "Nuh uh, s'okay 'cause I's not gonna gets ma shirt messy."

"That's my girl." Davis smiled as he patted her on the head before fetching a few simple jars of baby food. "Now you've already got your bottle, and if you need to go potty, just say so, and we'll go potty, okay?"

"'Kay!" Candy smlied and drank some of her forumla as the jars of baby food were set out one-by-one in front of her.

"Now..." Davis smiled, looking at each jar, "What does my little lady want to eat?"

Popping her bottle out of her mouth, a bit of excess milk rolling down her chin, Candy put a finger to her lips, "Uhhhh...."

Okay, this was a really hard choice. For a couple of reasons - on one hand, eating baby food seemed kind of wrong to the girl. But on the other, the little jars of mashed up fruit and veggies all looked really yummy...

"Uh..." Without evening realizing it the finger at Candy's lips entered her mouth and she began to suckle it. This was a really, really hard choice... "I 'unno..."

"Well, how 'bout this, then?" There were six jars laid in front of Candy, each with a different colored goop inside it. Candy could see the labels just fine, but other than by judging the contents she couldn't really tell what was supposed to be in each glass. Recognizing that, Davis decided on his approach, "Give me a number between one and six, and whichever number you give'll decide whatcha eat. How's that sound to li'l' Candy, huh?"

That sounded fine to Candy, so she showed her approval for this idea with an affirmative nod and a proclamation of, "Kay! Uhhh...."

..... One and Six.... How high was six? There was one and two and three.... Or was it? Was it something else instead of three? Was.... No, it must've been something else.

Now utterly confused on the subject, Candy shrugged it off quick enough to suggest "Two!" being that was the highest number she was sure of it's proper place.

"Candy wants option numbuh two, huh?" Davis smiled happily before grabbing the second jar from the left, holding it up for the girl to see. "Dat's carrots. Candy sure she wants carrots?"

"Uh huh!" Candy couldn't immediately recall what those tasted like, but the contents of the jar looked good! "Dose is good?"

"You bet." Davis patted the girl on the head, grinning as he assured her, "If they weren't good, we sure wouldn't let our precious little baby eat 'em, would we?"

"Nuh-uh!" That didn't make sense. So Candy was happy to go back to sucking on her ba-ba while Davis opened up the jar. As she waited, she happily wiggled her toes under the tray and glanced over at the nearest highchair.

Brendon was using his spoon by himself... Well, Dana was helping, but it was mostly him. He looked so grown-up doing it, even as he got a good portion on his lips....

"Okay, here we go..." Davis smiled as he scooped up a bit of the mashed vegetable, and held it in front of the baby's face, "Open wide, Candy..."

Poor widdle Candy... Must be some good candy. >.>

It's pretty good so far, a little bit much on the baby-talk, sometimes it gets a bit difficult to read, but other than that, pretty good.

Oh, and replace the < > with [], this forum isn't HTML-friendly.

I'll be honest, the minute to minute, second to second talk kind of made me me skip throught the last bit of it. I mean, I like it, and I wouldn't know how else to write it, but the pacing seems kinda slow. Though, I think I'm a bit impatient. I don't know how many stories I have read from the genre, but it is pretty far up there. skimming comes naturally.

sorry, I shouldn't comment after drinking.

Hook me? Hell, the beginning/author hooked me. No matter what, I trust you to bring a good story to the table.