Little Tester (Private for Jbone77777)

[Bellhart]

Andrew squirmed in the oversized crib as he tried to get comfortable. In the darkness, he could barely make out a thing beyond the bars of the crib.

He knew how much trouble he was in however. Like all Littles, he lived in fear of an Amazon taking a liking to him and deciding to make him into their personal baby toy. And like many Littles, his luck had run out one dark evening near the train station. He had departed the train and the station quickly. There ad been another Little on the train, one owned by an Amazon, his cheeks puffy and eyes red from crying, unable to say a word due to the overinflated silencer pacifier lodged in his mouth. Despite this, his caretaker decided he had been naughty, and Andrew had been forced to turn away and try and ignore the muffled screams from the little as they were vigorously spanked with a plastic paddle.

He had just arrived home from visiting his parents in the capitol, and was so focused on making his way home to his cosy apartment and out of this hellish weather that he failed to notice the van driving up slowly behind him.

Next thing he knew, the van stopped, an Amazon in a jumper suit got out, aimed something at him. There was a pain in his shoulder, and the next thing he knew he was falling unconscious.

When he woke up, he was in the middle of a little auction, and he was too terrified to do much more than gawq at his surroundings as he and other littles - all clad in thick diapers - were prodded onto the stage to be bid on. Andrew ended up being bought by the Little corporation - a company specialising in Little taming and babying products.

He had tried to protest, to get away. But they were far too strong. There was a brief struggle, then a cloth was placed over his face, and he was once again rendered unconscious. That was when he woke up here.

He groaned as he moved again, then hissed when a sudden crack of light appeared across the room, and a figure entered.

The figures clicked his tongue as he walked in, looking down at a clipboard.
“Let’s se here...” he trailed off, eyes scanning the papers, lifting them up to try and locate something. “Ah! Andrew, correct?” He said, looking up at him for the first time. He now stood at the edge of the crib, looking on. “Yes, you’re Andrew.” He confirmed, without waiting for him to speak. “Let’s see here Andrew. There’s a lot of stuff we could go over, but most of which would no doubt be a bore for both of us. Let’s just get introductions out of the way. You’ll call me a whole slew of different things, but for now, you can just start with Lucas.” He said, squatting down in front of the crib and looking through the bars. “Now I know your name, but not much else. Why don’t you fill me in?” He asked with a smile.

[Bellhart]

Andrew glared at the Amazon man with the clipboard.
"My name is Andrew, and I'm a person, let me go!" he yelled at the giant man in front of him. He knew every part of the protest was in vein. Littles weren't people, they had no rights. They were, at best, pets. Pets that could talk, sure, but no proper Amazon really considered littles to be people.

"What do you want with me!?" he demanded to know as he crossed his arms, trying to look a little tough. Though this was undermined by the fact he was buck naked save his diaper. He had already tried to remove it, but the sticky tapes were far to strong for any little to rip.

He still ddn't know why they had bought him at the auction. Little Co dealt in Little gear and products, not littles themselves. Why did they want him.

“You’re a little.” He corrected. “But I agree, you are a person. You’ll find I’m probably the best person in this building, when it comes to looking out for you.” He said. “And lower your voice. I’m right here I can hear you fine.” He smiled at him as he crossed his arms, and rolled his eyes. “Well, what we want from you will become clear soon. I don’t need to go into too much detail, but I’ll just give you the quick run down. Here at little co, we need to test our products and various other things. And our last subject had a... well, an accident, to make a long story short. Which is why I tasked some of my men with getting you. For reasons I can’t explain to you, you’re perfect for this testing program.” He said.

[Bellhart]

"I find that hard to believe." Andrew spat. He had nothing but contempt and hostility for these people that had kidnapped him.

His heart fell into a pit at the next bit of news. "T-t-testing?" he suddenly squeaked. This wan't - couldn't be happening! It must be a nightmare or something! He remembered that little on the train, screaming silently as they were vigorously spanked by their carer. Both the spanking paddle and silencer pacifer had been Little Co products.

As the realisation dawned on him, Andrew couldn't help but think about all the other products this company made. He had seen many of them when he went shopping. Little Co was so big, it had its own dedicated isle at the local supermarket that Andrew avoided like the plague.

He had witnessed many a little dragged crying and screaming into that isle, well aware of the fate that was to befall them there.

Little Co had its hands in many pies. Extra thick diapers, indicator diapers that advertised their status loudly to everyone, extra durable diapers that could go for days or even a week without being changed, punishment diapers that caused and exacerbated diaper rash, or made the bottom super sensitive to spankings. Diapers that made littles horny, or ones with built in vibrators that activated when wet.

Their silencer line of pacifiers was famous. No need for a bulky and finicky strap, you just shoved it in your littles mouth and squeezed the shield to make the bulb inflate like a balloon, stopping them from taking it out.

And none of this was getting into their expanded range of restraint systems for strollers and bouncers, or their new range of Little friendly furniture.

"N-N-no! you can't! please! Let me go, I'l do anything, please!" he was on the verge of tears at the revelation of what his fate was to be.

“Testing.” Lucas echoed in conformation. It was as if he could see all the thoughts running through Andrew’s head. He COULD see the emotions dance across his face: fear, worry, and dread. Lucas took a deep breath, and looked down at his clipboard. “Well, I can’t. Not right now at least. Unless I find a better subject, which I find unlikely. You meet all the criteria almost to a tee. But don’t fear, we’re always searching for more subjects, so maybe you get replaced eventually. Or... maybe you end up ‘retiring’, like the last person in your place.” The way he said it, it was obvious This ‘retirement’ was not good at all.
“Anyways, we have a lot of stuff to get done today. I’m solely in charge of all your testing, along with recording the results. So I can make things easier or harder for you, depending on how your attitude is. Okay?” He said. “You have a few choices here. Do you want a new diaper or are you fine in that one?” He asked

[Bellhart]

Andrew gulped. Whatever Retirement meant in this context, he wanted to avoid it.

"What stuff?" he couldn't help but ask. He had ideas, but he at least wanted to know what hell he was going to be put through today. Surely they wouldn't do to much to him on the first day, right?

"You can make it very easy by just letting me go!" he shot back at the comment, though he felt pangs of regret a he did so. It probably wasn't a good idea to piss this guy off.

"I want neither! take this stupid thing off!" he demanded, immediately ignoring his previous feelings. It was obvious however that the diaper was still clean -for now.

“As much stuff as I want to get done. And the last subject gave me a LOT of problems, which is likely what brought around his early retirement. I suggest you take a different path.” He warned. “So we are going to get a lot done today. And if you want that thing off, be my guest.” He said, lifting Andrew out of the crib. He untaped the diaper, and let it fall to the ground, leaving him naked. “Now come with me.” He said, taking his hand and leading him into the next room, much like a parent would lead their child.

[Bellhart]

Andrew whimpered, but complied. This asshole had a point, even if he didn't like admitting it. He was surprised that he removed his diaper. Why? Did't Amazons always say that littles should be in them all the time, since they apparently couldn't be potty trained? What on earth was he planning for him that would require him to be naked. He tried to stop from hyperventilating as he was lead away.

They walked down a hallway, in and out a few doors. Other amazons looked at Andrew, and talked in hushed whispers. Indeed, they seemed a bit surprised too that the Little didn’t have any clothing on. But none dared question Lucas. And then they entered a room, and Lucas shut the door behind them and locked it. “Testing chamber 001.” He announced. “Or, for short, this is where you’ll be staying.” The floor was padded in babyish carpeting, soft and comfortable. The walls were painted similarly, and the whole environment just gave off a babyish feel. There was a crib and a bed with a side rail, along with a changing table, a huge dresser, and other things a Little was expected to have. “This is where you will sleep and spend any free time. Although for the beginning short while, I doubt you’ll have free time.” He said as he lifted Andrew up and laid him on the changing table. “I’ll be right back, so I’ll strap you down to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.” He said, securing his wrists and ankles in straps. He left the room, and came back a few minutes later with a cart, filled with an assortment of things to stock the room.
“Since you wanted out of your old diaper, I decided to get you this one.” He said. It was covered in babyish designs, and would fit Andrew perfectly like a baby. “Newest product, you get to be the first one to test it.” He said. “This baby powder also prevents rashes completely. And trust me, you’re going to want it. If you can promise full cooperation for today, I will apply it. Deal?”