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PART 2: The Future of Amazonian Fertility Pt.2

Caroline looked over the email she had just opened and smiled. In the very first sentence of the correspondence, an Amazonian doctor from the mainland, had acknowledged her status as a doctor. It was simply unheard of for an Amazon to recognize the accomplishments of any little, save for when a little filled their diaper. Thus, this seemingly casual opening sentence had caught Caroline slightly off guard, but still, she had to admit that it was nice to see an Amazon paying her the due respect that she deserved. It was not just a simple title to Caroline, but the very embodiment of her years of seemingly endless hard work.

While she studied diligently, her peers had partied and enjoyed life to the fullest during college. Unlike the other students, she pushed herself to stay in her dorm room and study during weekends. Her roommates would be stumbling back into the shared living space, ready to go to bed when Caroline would be getting up, ready to tackle the day and broaden her horizons.

This dedication to her medical studies paid off handsomely as she had graduated at the top of her class; Magna Cum Laude, at the remarkable age of just 24 years old. While most of her colleagues had settled for simple jobs in nursing or practicing medicine to help the aging little population, Caroline forged her own path, one of the few, if any, Littles that had ever set foot on this path. She was not only a Geneticist, but she stood alone as the only Little expert on both Little Fertility and Amazonian Fertility.

This was a fact that few knew save for her nation's government, her University and her family. She kept this knowledge closely guarded and never disclosed the fact that she was a Little to anyone she did business with. The many books she wrote in an effort to help Amazons were only sold to the numerous Amazon nations and always through various middlemen. Even though she was doing her best to solve the infertility problems that plagued the Amazons, she knew that she had to keep her size a secret. Not only would she be scorned by Amazonian society if they found out her race, but any baby crazy Amazon could seek her out and confine her to a crib for the rest of her life. This made it a unique challenge for her to do business most of the time since a lot of people wanted to do a face to face conference call through the web when doing her book deals. It was especially difficult to do business with the various Amazon couples who had sought out her help with conceiving in the early days. However, as the years went by, she had proven herself able to help needy Amazons bare babies and the vast digital forums of the internet returned their gratitude by respecting her wishes for anonymity.

Not a day went by when someone in her research lab, or even her family, would ask her a simple question; why? Why help the people who actively enslave our kind?

Caroline always replied that it was fairly obvious why she was doing this.

"If the Amazons can naturally bare their own babies, they will have no need to baby us."

Such logic was definitely sound. Still, most of her colleagues would walk away dumbfounded and mystified.

Caroline was something of an enigma in Little Society and she knew it. Unlike the other bright minds of her people, those who provided their brilliance to the cause of trying to liberate littles laying in captivity across the mainland, through less than legal means, she worked hard to stamp out the very need for said captivity of her people. While women and men wasted their time across the mainland metropolises seeking legal and political reform, seeking emancipation for their diapered brethren, Caroline was actively helping her would be captors by using Little taxpayer money, as well as her extensive knowledge, to give them what they wanted most: A baby.

The smile Caroline wore slowly faded from her face as she read through the email from Dr. Devereux. By the end of the correspondence she was frowning. What would've normally been the pinnacle of her career; an invitation to work with the brightest minds in the world to tackle an issue that everyone wanted resolved, filled her with a sense of anxiety. Her carefully cultivated secrecy had come back to bite her in the ass. Obviously, the Amazons thought of her as one of their own and wanted one of the best Amazonian Fertility experts to be on their team, but there was no way she could go to the mainland…. Could she?

She looked over the email once again and noticed that Dr. Devereux mentioned that there would be an escort provided by the Pannonian Government once she landed in their capital. Caroline stared at her computer, deep in thought. If she made it through the flight, which was fairly easy for most Littles, she would be safe from the massive maternal monsters who would want to wean her off coffee permanently, forcing her to feed off of their fresh supply of creamer, straight from the tap.

"Ugh" Just the thought of such a possibility made Caroline physically wince.

Still, the rewards would far outweigh the risk. To live in a world where no Amazon needed to incarcerate her people into infancy. To be truly free of fear and travel the world uninhibited. With the help of the Pannonian Government, she could achieve these dreams! She could wipe out Amazonian infertility and never have to worry about bouncing around in a baby walker or baby swing while sporting a packed pamper ever again!

Surely, she couldn't be considering their offer?

A nagging little voice in her head told her that she was being foolish. So what if she made it past the flight and reached her Government appointed escort? What was stopping that person from just picking her up and taking her home to their wife or husband the moment they saw that she wasn't an Amazon. It wasn't like it was uncommon for Littles to disappear abroad.

'I should just set this aside until the morning.'

Caroline closed the email program and popped open her favorite website, TheTube. It was time to unwind after a long day and watch some stupid viral videos before bed.

'Chicken plays piano. Huh, that could be interesting.'

Caroline clicked on the video and, before she could watch the video, an annoying advertisement dominated the screen. Before she could click skip, a startling vision caused her to freeze in place. On the screen was one of her former classmates prancing around in pampers!

Just the sight of the bouncing baby blond caused her to shudder, but Caroline couldn't look away as the young woman on the video struggled to walk in her thick diaper. Caroline couldn’t remember her name, but her face, and those huge tits, definitely looked like the girl who was in that crazy sorority on campus.

"That's right! Sasha Valenovo!"

The name hit Caroline like a ton of bricks. She had gone to high school with her before they both went on to university. They were never close, but it was hard for Caroline not to remember her bountiful bosom. No, she wasn't a lesbian. It just was uncommon for Littles to be that gifted up top.

'She must've had an Amazonian ancestor somewhere in her bloodline.'

Despite her rich father and good looks, Sasha had been kicked out of the University and, according to the rumors Caroline had heard on campus, she had decided to travel abroad. As the one minute ad continued, Sasha was given a diaper change while the Amazon prattled on about absorbency or something along those lines. Caroline didn't care, she was transfixed on Sasha. The poor girl looked like she had been drugged or brainwashed! The commercial ended with Sasha being given a big baby bottle to suck on while she knelt on the floor.

Her traveling was severely limited nowadays...

"That's it" Caroline shouted to herself. "I can't just sit here and blow off what could be my only chance to stop this nonsense from continuing!"

Caroline quickly reopened her email account and rapidly replied to Dr. Devereux's invitation. As Caroline hit the send button, she knew that no matter her odds in public, once inside the safety of an Amazon laboratory and research center, she would be off limits. After all, she had written numerous books on Amazonian fertility and was a respected doctor amongst the Amazons across the Internet. Who cared if she was a little? She had the ability to cure their biggest flaw; infertility!

To Be Continued...

This is a commission I wrote about a short Geneticist who decides to travel to the mainland that is filled with giants known as Amazons to help aid them in their quest to cure their fertility problems, but not everything is as it seems...

Do you prefer very tall women diapering normal sized ladies in your diaper stories? If you do then I know you will love this story! If you can't wait for the next publicly posted update next month then why not pledge to my Patreon so you can read the entire story? It's only $5 dollars to read what took a year to write. It's Christmas time. Why not spoil yourself with a membership to my Patreon? You're worth $5 dollars, aren't you?

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PART 2: The Future of Amazonian Fertility Pt.2

Caroline looked over the email she had just opened and smiled. In the very first sentence of the correspondence, an Amazonian doctor from the mainland, had acknowledged her status as a doctor. It was simply unheard of for an Amazon to recognize the accomplishments of any little, save for when a little filled their diaper. Thus, this seemingly casual opening sentence had caught Caroline slightly off guard, but still, she had to admit that it was nice to see an Amazon paying her the due respect that she deserved. It was not just a simple title to Caroline, but the very embodiment of her years of seemingly endless hard work.

While she studied diligently, her peers had partied and enjoyed life to the fullest during college. Unlike the other students, she pushed herself to stay in her dorm room and study during weekends. Her roommates would be stumbling back into the shared living space, ready to go to bed when Caroline would be getting up, ready to tackle the day and broaden her horizons.

This dedication to her medical studies paid off handsomely as she had graduated at the top of her class; Magna Cum Laude, at the remarkable age of just 24 years old. While most of her colleagues had settled for simple jobs in nursing or practicing medicine to help the aging little population, Caroline forged her own path, one of the few, if any, Littles that had ever set foot on this path. She was not only a Geneticist, but she stood alone as the only Little expert on both Little Fertility and Amazonian Fertility.

This was a fact that few knew save for her nation's government, her University and her family. She kept this knowledge closely guarded and never disclosed the fact that she was a Little to anyone she did business with. The many books she wrote in an effort to help Amazons were only sold to the numerous Amazon nations and always through various middlemen. Even though she was doing her best to solve the infertility problems that plagued the Amazons, she knew that she had to keep her size a secret. Not only would she be scorned by Amazonian society if they found out her race, but any baby crazy Amazon could seek her out and confine her to a crib for the rest of her life. This made it a unique challenge for her to do business most of the time since a lot of people wanted to do a face to face conference call through the web when doing her book deals. It was especially difficult to do business with the various Amazon couples who had sought out her help with conceiving in the early days. However, as the years went by, she had proven herself able to help needy Amazons bare babies and the vast digital forums of the internet returned their gratitude by respecting her wishes for anonymity.

Not a day went by when someone in her research lab, or even her family, would ask her a simple question; why? Why help the people who actively enslave our kind?

Caroline always replied that it was fairly obvious why she was doing this.

"If the Amazons can naturally bare their own babies, they will have no need to baby us."

Such logic was definitely sound. Still, most of her colleagues would walk away dumbfounded and mystified.

Caroline was something of an enigma in Little Society and she knew it. Unlike the other bright minds of her people, those who provided their brilliance to the cause of trying to liberate littles laying in captivity across the mainland, through less than legal means, she worked hard to stamp out the very need for said captivity of her people. While women and men wasted their time across the mainland metropolises seeking legal and political reform, seeking emancipation for their diapered brethren, Caroline was actively helping her would be captors by using Little taxpayer money, as well as her extensive knowledge, to give them what they wanted most: A baby.

The smile Caroline wore slowly faded from her face as she read through the email from Dr. Devereux. By the end of the correspondence she was frowning. What would've normally been the pinnacle of her career; an invitation to work with the brightest minds in the world to tackle an issue that everyone wanted resolved, filled her with a sense of anxiety. Her carefully cultivated secrecy had come back to bite her in the ass. Obviously, the Amazons thought of her as one of their own and wanted one of the best Amazonian Fertility experts to be on their team, but there was no way she could go to the mainland…. Could she?

She looked over the email once again and noticed that Dr. Devereux mentioned that there would be an escort provided by the Pannonian Government once she landed in their capital. Caroline stared at her computer, deep in thought. If she made it through the flight, which was fairly easy for most Littles, she would be safe from the massive maternal monsters who would want to wean her off coffee permanently, forcing her to feed off of their fresh supply of creamer, straight from the tap.

"Ugh" Just the thought of such a possibility made Caroline physically wince.

Still, the rewards would far outweigh the risk. To live in a world where no Amazon needed to incarcerate her people into infancy. To be truly free of fear and travel the world uninhibited. With the help of the Pannonian Government, she could achieve these dreams! She could wipe out Amazonian infertility and never have to worry about bouncing around in a baby walker or baby swing while sporting a packed pamper ever again!

Surely, she couldn't be considering their offer?

A nagging little voice in her head told her that she was being foolish. So what if she made it past the flight and reached her Government appointed escort? What was stopping that person from just picking her up and taking her home to their wife or husband the moment they saw that she wasn't an Amazon. It wasn't like it was uncommon for Littles to disappear abroad.

'I should just set this aside until the morning.'

Caroline closed the email program and popped open her favorite website, TheTube. It was time to unwind after a long day and watch some stupid viral videos before bed.

'Chicken plays piano. Huh, that could be interesting.'

Caroline clicked on the video and, before she could watch the video, an annoying advertisement dominated the screen. Before she could click skip, a startling vision caused her to freeze in place. On the screen was one of her former classmates prancing around in pampers!

Just the sight of the bouncing baby blond caused her to shudder, but Caroline couldn't look away as the young woman on the video struggled to walk in her thick diaper. Caroline couldn’t remember her name, but her face, and those huge tits, definitely looked like the girl who was in that crazy sorority on campus.

"That's right! Sasha Valenovo!"

The name hit Caroline like a ton of bricks. She had gone to high school with her before they both went on to university. They were never close, but it was hard for Caroline not to remember her bountiful bosom. No, she wasn't a lesbian. It just was uncommon for Littles to be that gifted up top.

'She must've had an Amazonian ancestor somewhere in her bloodline.'

Despite her rich father and good looks, Sasha had been kicked out of the University and, according to the rumors Caroline had heard on campus, she had decided to travel abroad. As the one minute ad continued, Sasha was given a diaper change while the Amazon prattled on about absorbency or something along those lines. Caroline didn't care, she was transfixed on Sasha. The poor girl looked like she had been drugged or brainwashed! The commercial ended with Sasha being given a big baby bottle to suck on while she knelt on the floor.

Her traveling was severely limited nowadays...

"That's it" Caroline shouted to herself. "I can't just sit here and blow off what could be my only chance to stop this nonsense from continuing!"

Caroline quickly reopened her email account and rapidly replied to Dr. Devereux's invitation. As Caroline hit the send button, she knew that no matter her odds in public, once inside the safety of an Amazon laboratory and research center, she would be off limits. After all, she had written numerous books on Amazonian fertility and was a respected doctor amongst the Amazons across the Internet. Who cared if she was a little? She had the ability to cure their biggest flaw; infertility!

To Be Continued...

This is a commission I wrote about a short Geneticist who decides to travel to the mainland that is filled with giants known as Amazons to help aid them in their quest to cure their fertility problems, but not everything is as it seems...

Do you prefer very tall women diapering normal sized ladies in your diaper stories? If you do then I know you will love this story! If you can't wait for the next publicly posted update next month then why not pledge to my Patreon so you can read the entire story? It's only $5 dollars to read what took a year to write. It's Christmas time. Why not spoil yourself with a membership to my Patreon? You're worth $5 dollars, aren't you?

www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213