Solar Opposites (DD Fan Fiction)

This one became more of a short story. The text is included below:

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When the girl had sat next to her on the train, it had almost seemed a ridiculous contrast. There she was in her goth outfit, her tight jeans, her black top, and her faintly dyed hair, while her new seating partner was decked out in a bouncy pink dress with puffed sleeves and lacy white trims, with skin looking like she’d scrubbed herself clean in a bath every morning. Was she some sort of gothic lolita fashionista?

Of all the seats on the train, the girl must have picked to sit next to her for a reason, because, annoyingly, they’d soon started an awkward but polite conversation, perhaps thinking that due to their extreme but different fashion choices they had something in common. Perhaps she could have pretended that her earphones weren’t on silent and weren’t just for show, but the girl had seemed nice enough, despite her pink outfit and occasional giggly positivity. The girl had asked her why she’d never been seen around there before, to which she’d explained that her normal train route was undergoing repairs.

And then, she’d realized, to her annoyance, that she’d missed her connecting stop. And she couldn’t even blame this girl, since there’d been a lull in their conversation for the past few minutes, while she’d wondered what smelled like lavender, and she just didn’t know this train line as well. As she tried to work out what other connecting stops could be made further down the line, with increasing frustration about how long it would take, and how few options there were out here – probably due to how wealthy and non-public transport dependent the area was – the girl had leaned in, and asked if she’d like to come over to her house to ‘play’.

It was an odd question, and the word ‘play’ really made it seem like she was leaning into her pink outfit dressup heavily, but she was kinda sick of trains, and kind of curious about what things were like out in these wealthier suburbs, especially if the girl had a place here - her dress must cost a fortune! She’d shrugged and said sure, slipping her things into her – naturally black – bag when the girl had announced that her stop was coming up.

They’d stepped out from the seats, then the girl had turned around, and had asked ‘Mommy’ whether it was okay to have her ‘friend’ over.

Surprisingly, looking up, she discovered that an Amazonian Giantess had been sitting behind them the entire time, and had probably been able to hear every word. It wasn’t the sort of person seen very often over in her part of town. For a moment she worried that she might have misjudged the girl’s age, but no, looking at her again, she was obviously about the same age as her. She’d heard things about big people ‘parenting’ little people, but didn’t really know what to expect, and she was far too busy with her own life to really learn about all that.

She gulped, but didn’t want to back out in front of this woman, who had probably just heard her say yes. It seemed rude, and it felt hard to be confident when loomed over by somebody three times her size. Plus, if even a fraction of the things she’d heard were true, it was a very bad idea to be rude in front of an Amazon...

The girl’s ‘Mommy’ had looked her over, and then said in a deep voice that it was fine. And so they’d disembarked from the train onto a noticeably nicer station than her part of town, which even had a nice hedge which seemed to prevent the train track noise carrying into the suburb. They were soon walking through the pristine large streets, though she noted that they had to use a gate out of the station which she would have trouble reaching to open herself.

The bubbly girl beside her had excitedly told her about some toys she had. It was kind of hard to believe. Still, the walk was pleasant enough, though there was a strange plastic crinkling which came from her partner. Her gait was also strange, with her feet oddly spaced... There were certain things she’d heard, but surely not…

Once they arrived at the house the girl and ‘Mommy’ disappeared for a moment, and she’d listened awkwardly to torn tapes and scrunching plastic and muffled voices, and what sounded like a big kiss. Then the girl returned, smiling and slightly blushing, and grabbed her hand, announcing that now they could ‘play’. And so she’d been shown to the breathtaking sight of a giant playroom, or really a normal sized playroom with normal toys for big people, she supposed, but it all seemed naturally sized to her, like she had shrunk. She would have to get out here soon, but would first make a show of ‘playing’ like she agreed. She wasn’t sure what to do yet about the Amazon-sized kid’s gate which had been pulled shut behind them in the hall.

Then the weather had turned bad.

“Oh Mommy! She can’t go out in weather like this!” the girl had cried. Mommy had agreed. Unfortunately, she had agreed herself. And so she’d watched as the ‘spare crib’ was set up that night near the girl’s own. She’d even awkwardly eaten her childish dinner in a highchair, though at least hadn’t been spoon fed hers like the girl. She really needed to get out of here tomorrow.

And then, when it had come time for ‘night time pyjamas’, she’d been too embarrassed to say No to the thick sleeping diaper. By the time she’d found her courage she was on her back on the changing table, her legs spread, creams and powder spread all over her naked lower half, and ‘Mommy’ was suddenly shaving her privates for ‘hygiene’. Her momentary struggles earned her a quick spank on her raised backside, and a command to be still, which she obeyed.

And so she was in ‘bed’ at what felt like six or seven – though it was hard to tell with the dark storm – having drunk a large bottle after it was given to her, sucking on a huge pacifier in her mouth, and holding a toy to help her through the night. First thing in the morning she’d be leaving, and then she’d be getting some people to consider all this stuff more seriously, instead of being too busy with their own lives.

She hadn’t expected to actually use her diaper during the night, since she so rarely needed to get up for the bathroom, but then the bottle had been a pretty big drink. She tried to hold it for too long before considering calling for help, and the storm was so loud anyway, and then it was too late. Flooding her diaper seemed to come almost reflexively while she lay on her back, though it at least soaked it up pretty well. Trying to get comfortable in her sodden and squishy undergarments proved impossible, and as the storm quietened, the crinkling became quite loud.

“Mommy!” the girl had cried out. Surprisingly, the woman was still up, and the faint flickering of the TV was visible when she opened the door. She checked the girl’s diaper in a flash and had taken her for a change before the girl had even had a chance to explain her call, insisting that her guest was afraid of the storm and couldn’t lay still, and needed to come over to her crib. “Is that true?” the giantess had asked, looking a bit stern as she came to loom over the crib’s edge. These giants were so impossibly big! There was no way that she could admit to her wet diaper which she’d been hoping to hide in the morning and forget about forever, and if she delayed the giantess might just check her.

“Uh huh,” she’d mumbled, then winced as she was picked up with a giant hand beneath her damp diaper, which squeezed warm pee back into it. The giantess didn’t seem to notice, and the diapers were quite thick, which just begged the question of how full the diapers needed to be before getting a change.

She was deposited with a squish in the other crib, and lay awkwardly as the other girl snuggled up beside her in a hug. “Get some sleep,” Mommy said, and then closed the door, which amazingly sound-proofed against the TV. She supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised when the girl kissed her. During all that, she’d almost forgotten that she wasn’t the age she acted most of the time. “Mommy would never let me have a boy in here,” the girl whispered with deep breaths. She lay very still as another kiss was planted on her lips, and then another. If she made any commotion then ‘Mommy’ might come back. She let it happen, and tried not to think about all the things they did that night. It took a lot of rubbing to feel anything through their thick diapers. She’d walked into this house willingly, and sometimes you had to do what you’d walked into.

When bright sunshine woke her, she was surprised to find that she actually fell asleep at some point, and decided that it was finally time to get out of here. Maybe Mommy would arrive before the girl woke, and she could excuse herself before any more of the girl’s claims were made to rope her back in. Except, it wasn’t ‘Mommy’ who entered that morning, but another giantess she’d never seen. “Up we get sleepy heads,” she’d chirped, and quickly taken them to the changing table for an embarrassing diaper change experience. “Oh I didn’t know your Mommy had two girls!” she chirped, pulling pink leotards over their fresh diapers, which were barely any thinner than what they’d worn at night. She wanted to object, but then this stranger had found her in wet diapers, making it hard to claim the truth of her identity, and where had ‘Mommy’ put her clothes? She couldn’t wear this flimsy pink leotard – it did nothing to hide the bulk of her diaper and was basically transparent where it stretched over the bulging underwear.

It dawned on her all too late that they were leaving the house, and she panicked and pulled in closer to the giant’s leg as they began walking down the path, with her bulging diaper basically fully visible in broad daylight. Not even the girl’s dress yesterday had been so revealing! She should have said something sooner, that she wasn’t one of the giantess’s ‘girls’, but all of this was just so embarrassing. However it was probably more embarrassing to arrive at the local ballet class, to be fitted with a tutu, and then put in the beginners group. Worse, as she looked around, she was quite sure all of the ‘students’ here were Littles! The dance instructor patrolled the studio with a crop, and she received more than a few swats on her thighs and backside before she quickly joined the others in doing her morning exercises. It was about as embarrassing as could be, until the sudden urge to get to a bathroom for more than just peeing hit, and even just an iron glance from the dance instructor was enough to convince her not to step out of line or make any fuss.

And so she’d been rather exhausted and a bit sniffly when ‘Mommy’ arrived to collect them, and didn’t take long to discover what she’d done in her diaper as she performed checks. Her ‘friend’ had pulled the giantess aside and had seemed to argue on her behalf, which was fortunate since she could barely manage a word right now. The giantess had returned and loomed over her, asking “Is this true?” She’d nodded glumly, just going along with the other girl’s plan at this point, and then found her mouth filled with a pacifier which admittedly was quite calming, and helped her zone out during the diaper change. And then off they went, across the small town, into some sort of office. Adoption office? she read on the wall, and scrunched her nose. Wait… There were other Littles in here, sitting in laps nervously, one looking like she’d been crying in makeup. “Well honey, if this is what you want,” the giantess had said, carrying her towards a registration desk. Her eyes widened as they began taking hand prints for an adoption certificate, but she could only mumble incoherently through the pacifier, which was proving quite effective.

“I’m glad you had such a good time last night!” the other girl had chirped, pulling her into a hug, “And now I know you’d make an excellent sister!”

And so she had gotten used to life with her new ‘sister’, with all remnants of her former goth identity fading and being replaced with pink and white. She had to wonder how long it would be until she was so desperate that she would draw other girls into this, and how long it would be until she stopped squirming away from her ‘sister’ after more than a few kisses each night...