diaper dimension Seems Too Good - Complete

[SGTbaby]

Definitely a great new chapter I see a diaper sooner rather than later in Holly’s future but think it is for the best.  And holly doesn’t see herself making it either. I do wonder how the breast milk identification will go. Diapers are one thing...lol. Looking forward to hopefully an extra chapter!! 

[BabySofia]

13 minutes ago, Hopsalot said:

3 likes in 36 minutes?it could happen! Ooooh but if we’re in western time there’s an extra hour, how far back can we set the clock with time zones?

I'll give until MST 

50 minutes ago, SGTbaby said:

Definitely a great new chapter I see a diaper sooner rather than later in Holly’s future but think it is for the best.  And holly doesn’t see herself making it either. I do wonder how the breast milk identification will go. Diapers are one thing...lol. Looking forward to hopefully an extra chapter!! 

 All shall be revealed!

[BabySofia]

?Well you got it! Here's the second part!

Chapter 12B:

I SAT GLUED to the article I was reading discussed the ‘necessity’ of feeding littles a diet of only breastmilk. The credentials Ivy held for the hospital gave me access to the local Emerson University Medical Library Catalog. Online they held hundreds of medical journals that you could view, and I’d been going through several of one pediatric journal’s last decade of publications over the last six days since my accident in front of the TV.

Many close calls later I had managed to make it seven days past my first accident without having another. Ivy had reminded me that morning that I had gained another strike to have, since a week had passed since my first. Having two chances available again didn’t make me feel a whole lot better though that morning. Not long after I ate breakfast I had just about crapped my pants before getting to the toilet. For some reason my bowels were feeling looser every day. That was in addition barely any warning on needing to pee from my bladder! I had myself on a strict alarm of trying to go every thirty minutes to make sure that I didn’t have accidents. ‘Sort of self-potty-training boot camp,’ I had thought when I started.

Looking back at the article I wondered if I hadn’t identified the reason for my continence issues.

Dietary Studies for Best Practices with New Littles

Dr. Mark Nimitz, Professor Emerson University, Director of Little Care at EU Children’s Hospital

 

As more Littles begin to travel from the other dimension to ours, we are seeing an influx of littles that are way more independent than our native littles. The effects of our adult food upon their digestive system seems to have negative consequences of severe constipation, allergic reactions, and poor weight control.

This study compared four hundred newly arrived littles from a dimensional relocations agency who were split into four groups, a control group, pureed food, formula only, and breastfed only. The Formula and Pureed groups were given the same brands and volumes each feeding, while logs of the control groups' meals were kept and analyzed for nutritional information. Regular reporting of urine and bowel movement data, as well as analysis of the consistency of fecal movements were made daily for twelve weeks. Daily weight and body temperature values were also collected. Caregivers were asked to also report on their littles apparent continence, or lack thereof, as the study progressed. Data was analyzed with a chi-squared test.

Overwhelming results demonstrated that Breastfed littles were better adjusted in using their diapers as they lost their continence and reported far fewer cases of Constipation (Charts below).

 

 

 

Conclusion: Littles arriving from the new dimension are far healthier, better adjusted, and ready to be cared for if they are breastfed. Care should be taken when using Formula as a substitute for Breast Milk due to a significant increase of cases of constipation. Regular laxatives and suppositories should be administered if a little is Formula Fed. Pureed baby food is also considered a better value for dietary needs over regular adult table foods.

I found myself moving past the abstract, and began pouring through the data of the study. As I did so I had a sickening thought, ‘What is this ‘Tabers’ milk she’s been feeding me?!?’ I mentally considered the name and realized that if you rearranged the letters in ‘Tabers,’ breast was an obvious anagram!

When I mentally charted out my visits to the bathroom, and the growing lack of control on my part, it fit in far better with the breastfed littles than it did the formula fed littles. Given I’d been eating regular table food I should have been more in line with the data of the control group - but clearly I wasn’t.

Before accusing Ivy of what now seemed obvious, I delved into several more studies on their breast milk. It seemed that it acted as a powerful sedative on littles, which would also explain my sudden fatigue I usually experienced whenever I’d had that milk. The more I read about the milk the more I also discovered that the Amazonian women had for some reason developed a crazy overwhelming lactation reflex. Study after study showed how quickly they began producing milk upon adoption of a little. In most cases medication wasn’t even required to cause it! On average a woman could just pump her breasts a week before adopting, and have her milk in before arrival. Or, if unexpected, within less than a couple days of having a little around they would also lactate. I came across a babysitter training website for teens while I was searching terms and found it was even quite common for teenage babysitters to suddenly produce milk and need to feed the ‘kids,’ they were babysitting to relieve their breasts.

Apparently, this was as much of a rite of passage for teen girls here as having their first period!

‘I’ve been here over a week and a half, and based on these studies there’s no way she’s not producing…’ I thought to myself. With a sigh I remembered that she had given me the Tabers milk after a timeline that would fit with those facts too.

‘I’m being fed breast milk at least two or three times a day…’ was my thought before my potty alarm went off and I got out of the screen I was in and headed to the potty.

I reached it in time to realize I really needed to pee and just barely had myself planted on the potty in time to make it. I went quite a lot, and wondered what the solution was to the mess I was in. ‘It would help if the milk tasted awful… instead it’s more addicting than alcohol!’

 

IVY WATCHED HOLLY run to the bathroom, and couldn’t help but feel exhausted as she found herself again emptying the little potty, washing it, and making sure Holly washed her hands in the sink. After her second accident she had figured the little girl would have had her third strike within the next day! Instead she figured out how to set an alarm on her watch to go off every thirty minutes while she was awake.

‘I just want to diaper her already,’ she admitted to herself. Every day at naptime and bedtime she loved the time she could spend carefully putting Holly into the adorable diaper after rubbing baby powder into her skin. Her milk production had also seemed to take off to new levels in the following days and she really wanted to get on with nursing her directly already! ‘The pump isn’t the same…’

She made lunch for them and decided that maybe the answer would present itself if they went out somewhere again. Holly had a voracious appetite for reading… so maybe the library?

“Holly, what would you think about going to the library after your nap?”

Her eyes lit up and she said, “Please?”

“Okay, let’s eat lunch and get your nap in before we go,” she told the little girl who seemed to suddenly bounce with more energy. ‘I won’t ever take her ability to read away like my sister would. It’s amazing how she’s far more interested in reading than anything else. Actually, I wonder what she’s been reading today? I’ll have to check during her nap…’

Lunch didn’t take long to make or eat because she just made up some soup for both of them. Holly managed feeding herself just fine with only a few drops more than Ivy dropped on herself. She noticed her take a skeptical look at the sippy cup of milk, but still drank it like an addict once she took her first sip.

“Let’s get you diapered for your nap,” she told Holly when she had stopped eating.

“Okay,” came the girls’ tired response.

The cup of milk seemed to have done its job just fine on that front. She undid the buckles holding Holly in the high chair and carried her to the bedroom where she lay her on top of the dresser. She’d managed to get Holly to be okay with her putting the changing pad on top of there. It made a make-shift changing table so that she didn’t have to bend down as far. She pushed the skirt of her dress back and underneath her to expose her panties that were somehow still staying dry.

Lifting her ankles in one hand, she gently lifted and pulled the panties off of her and sat them on the cabinet next to her head. She quickly flipped open the diaper and placed it underneath her bottom. She loved the smell of baby powder and generously sprinkled Holly’s skin with it, rubbing it into her diaper area and a little above and below.  She smiled at Holly who looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but there right then. A quick tickle to her stomach though made the smile come that she loved seeing come out.

‘I am going to make her diaper changes so much fun when she finally ends up in them!’ The changing table in her nursery had several toys set next to it to help her keep a happy little girl. ‘And a pacifier once the thumb sucking really takes hold.’ Several of the tv shows she’d been watching with Holly should have already had her doing that nearly all of the time, but she’d only seen her do it once in her sleep so far! ‘She’ll get there,’ she reminded herself as she taped the second side of Holly’s diaper closed.

She picked her up and hugged her, “Have a good nap,” she told the girl who was almost already asleep.

“Night,” the sleeping little yawned and seemed to be out.

‘I have to go pump now…’ she told herself with a sigh and walked out of her room and closed the door. Her output really had surprised her as she stored away bags daily into the freezer. Her freezer had enough milk to solely feed Holly on expressed milk for a few weeks - even if she gave her seven or eight bottles a day!

Once she had herself cleaned up, she debated about asking Holly to wear a Pull-Up on this trip just to be safe if she had that accident. Instead she just made sure the diaper bag she was taking had a few spare diapers this time, a single Pull-Up, wipes, and two rompers that would be good for the warm temperatures that day. ‘I’m surprised though with how much Holly willingly dresses in dresses. I had expected that to be more of a problem…’ In fact, she changed out one of the rompers for a sun suit styled dress instead. It had a skirt that covered a one piece snapped bottom that would cover a diaper quite adorably when she finally ended up in them!

 

I FOUND MYSELF waking up to the sounds of Ivy moving around my room. “Awake now?” she asked me.

I felt my thumb was wet for some reason and realized it had been in my mouth while I slept. I blushed and quickly wiped it dry on my sheets as I sat up. The skirt of my dress had hiked up and I could see the diaper was very swollen and wet, “How long was I asleep?” I asked.

“Two hours, pretty much like normal,” she told me. “You still want to go to the library?”

“Please!” I said with a smile and scooted off the bed and walked to her. “Can you get me out of this diaper first though?”

“Of course!” She said with a smile and picked me up to sit me on the cabinet.

She pulled at the tapes and made a concerned face then, “This again… you have some stool in your diaper.”

“I pooped myself in my sleep?” I asked concerned. “Sleep doesn’t count still, right?” I asked.

She smiled, “No, sleep doesn’t count. But I’m a little worried about leaving you in a diaper overnight if this becomes normal…”

She used a baby wipe then to wipe my butt excessively clean. I felt her wipe my anus firmly and blushed red. The wipe was pretty brown when she finished and wrapped the diaper into a ball. I was given my panties and walked down the hallway to the bathroom to go again before we left.

“You good to go now?” She asked me when I was done tinkling just a little bit.

I nodded, “Yes, please.”

I let her gather me into her arms and watched her put the diaper bag on one shoulder, and soon we were in the garage. She wasted no time buckling me into the babyish car seat and driving away. I kept my eyes open and watched the road next to her as she drove. I believed we were going in the opposite direction than we had been going to shop and do anything else so far. “How far is the library?” I asked her.

“Not far, just a few blocks,” she answered.

Sure enough, she quickly came to a large building that had a public library sign on the outside of it. As she lifted me onto her side she asked, “Can I just carry you inside?”

I nodded just as my watch beeped, “Can we go to the bathroom first?”

She said, “Sure,” as she carried me towards the building and asked, “can you silence that for while we’re in here?”

I understood libraries needed to be quiet so I turned the alarm off for a bit while she carried me inside. ‘I’ll just have to turn it back on when we leave,’ I told myself. She carried me to the restroom and held me over a smaller toilet that was clearly designed to be more accessible for young children. I was embarrassed that I was still a little small for it, so she held me just to be safe. After such a short drive I didn’t really need to go much, but I wasn’t taking chances! 

Out of the bathroom I was excited to see the rest of the building as we walked through a large circular entry way where the circulation desk sat. The outside of the building had been covered in a complex geometric pattern of glass and steel. Inside the building seemed to be a Twentieth-Century artist’s painting with the vibrant colors that emphasized the odd designs and angles throughout the building.

“Where to first?” She asked me.

“Non-fiction?” I suggested.

“You have enough of that at home, how about something fiction wise?”

I sighed, “Mysteries?”

She smiled, “That sounds good!” and carried me to a wall of titles.

It was tough to pull the big books down and hold me, so Ivy said, “Here, why don’t you point out six or seven titles and I’ll carry them over to a table for you to look through.”

“Okay,” I told her with a smile.

I browsed the covers and titles and tried to remember the last time I had been in a physical library… ‘Med school,’ I admitted. ‘And that wasn’t for fun…’

After a while we had a stack that I wanted to look through. I followed behind her as she carried them to a corner of the room that had chairs and couches. I sat down on some plush carpet next to a chair she sat in to look through them, while she did the same with a few others she was curious about. I was engrossed in checking the covers and just speed reading through the first chapters to see if I did want to check them out. Without my alarms, time passed by quickly before I decided on two of the books to check out. Just as I stood up to walk over to where Ivy sat, I felt a sudden urge and dropped the books, “Iv…” was all I got out before it happened.

My stomach cramped and I froze as a slimy mess went passed uncontrollably through my sphincter, and began piling up in my panties. Simultaneously my bladder began trickling urine out. I could feel my legs become wet as the trickle became a flood, and soon a small puddle formed at my feet. Right then I felt more poop come out, and I knew without a doubt that my panties were ruined. Ivy looked up at me and quickly walked over to me. I could tell by the brightening of her eyes that my strikes were up!

 

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You all were good enough that I'm giving you this tonight, and I'll give you Chapter 13 tomorrow afternoon (today depending on time zone)! Thank you for the likes/comments and indulging my fun here. (Spending a year working on this without sharing, and now 8 weeks pretty much only seeing humans via online meetings... Need to find ways to have fun!)

[Night Rain]

Seems like Ivy finally get's what she wanted for so long.

[Jayme]

Holly's strikes were just used up in 1 fell swoop. Ivy is going to have her hands full with this "accident", hopefully Holly will be able to cope!

[aaah]

Finally, the story speeds up!

Love the dynamic between the characters. The story style (perspective of both protagonists) really suits this focus.

However, I do wonder why Nick is so quick to give up everything. Shouldn't he struggle more with his new forced-upon gender identity, his new status and especially his freedoms lost? Why is he so easy with being called Holly at home? What's his perspective here anyway, to slowly become Ivy's baby? Surely, that's not the future he's been looking for. To make it a bit more concrete: The new gender is more or less superficial, right now. I loved his little contemplation a few chapters back about the "panties" and would love to see more on this kind of struggle. As a man, he's surely been socialised differently, surely has somewhat of a picture of self that includes certain genitalia / place in the world. Regarding these huge changes, sometimes the story seems to be dealing with them irritatingly superficially. Isn't it strange for him to be applauded for his cuteness, to be excepted to be pretty? Isn't that quite different, especially considering that his place before was defined by his professional education? I do miss more of a conflict, to be honest.

I mean, he wasn't happy with his old life, obviously. But still, he was used to a certain way of living, of independence, of accomplishments. Maybe the next, more drastic, less to ignore changes will trigger a reaction, a new depressive episode? Maybe it's a culture shock-thing right now, where he doesn't quite grasp that this is not a dream, not a vacation, but possibly his new life for at least quite some time. Him struggling more, that could also be a way for Ivy to show him, that he needs her taking care of him. I also wonder, what impact it has, if he's reintroduced to the world in broader terms, e.g. the daycare at Ivy's place of work. Maybe that's a breaking point for him, where he learns that it's not a game, a secret thing, just some odd episodes he's experienced with Ivy, but his life now. 

Anyway,I'm really excited for the next chapters! Don't mean to be overly negative, it's just I think it's nice when readers engage with the story. Obviously, I wouldn't be so critical, if I wouldn't like your story.

Hopefully, my reaction is intelligible, since this is not my first language. 

 

Thank you again

[Pierry Louys]

I am lost did he use the tree strikes because when i read in the beginning of the last chapter I understand that he have two strikes but a week gets passed so he strikes are reset right ? Now even if he peed and pooped sametime doesn’t count like 1 strike ? 
And why he continued to drink the milk after he read the article? Maybe he wants deep down to be a baby ?

and why he don’t ask to change his gender again since if was possible to change one time why two ? 

[Baby Billy]

I really loved that chapter, I didn't think it would take Holly that long to put the pieces in place.  I think Ivy made a big mistake letting Holly have the tablet in the first place.  She had to know that anyone with that much education and nothing to do would go digging for information, I forgot that Holly has the nanites in her body like Stacy, will she figure this out?  I was thinking when you started this story you said you were inspired by Done adulting,  The charter in that and exchanged are way different though.  Eric (Jamie) know what he was getting into, he was not lied to in anyway.  Stacy knew what he wanted and excepted what he needed to do to get what he wanted in the end.  Bella knew that she would end this way sooner or later,  She decided that she could not do better than Fred and Amanda.  Holly (Nick) was lied to from the start, had no choice in anything happening and was smart enough to know there was no way of stopping it.  In the end Jamie,  Stacy and Bella where happy with the outcome, I don't think there is any way Ivy is going to make Holly really love her, but we never know what you will come up with. Love your work.? 

58 minutes ago, Pierry Louys said:

I am lost did he use the tree strikes because when i read in the beginning of the last chapter I understand that he have two strikes but a week gets passed so he strikes are reset right ? Now even if he peed and pooped sametime doesn’t count like 1 strike ? 
And why he continued to drink the milk after he read the article? Maybe he wants deep down to be a baby ?

and why he don’t ask to change his gender again since if was possible to change one time why two ? 

1. a poopie accident = 3 strikes

2 The milk is totally unable  to stop drink once you start 

[therende]

my strikes were up!

HURRAY!

[Pierry Louys]

52 minutes ago, Baby Billy said:

I really loved that chapter, I didn't think it would take Holly that long to put the pieces in place.  I think Ivy made a big mistake letting Holly have the tablet in the first place.  She had to know that anyone with that much education and nothing to do would go digging for information, I forgot that Holly has the nanites in her body like Stacy, will she figure this out?  I was thinking when you started this story you said you were inspired by Done adulting,  The charter in that and exchanged are way different though.  Eric (Jamie) know what he was getting into, he was not lied to in anyway.  Stacy knew what he wanted and excepted what he needed to do to get what he wanted in the end.  Bella knew that she would end this way sooner or later,  She decided that she could not do better than Fred and Amanda.  Holly (Nick) was lied to from the start, had no choice in anything happening and was smart enough to know there was no way of stopping it.  In the end Jamie,  Stacy and Bella where happy with the outcome, I don't think there is any way Ivy is going to make Holly really love her, but we never know what you will come up with. Love your work.? 

1. a poopie accident = 3 strikes

2 The milk is totally unable  to stop drink once you start 

really a poopie accident is automatically 3 strikes I don’t remember reading this !!

[Baby Billy]

50 minutes ago, Pierry Louys said:

1 hour ago, Baby Billy said:

I really loved that chapter, I didn't think it would take Holly that long to put the pieces in place.  I think Ivy made a big mistake letting Holly have the tablet in the first place.  She had to know that anyone with that much education and nothing to do would go digging for information, I forgot that Holly has the nanites in her body like Stacy, will she figure this out?  I was thinking when you started this story you said you were inspired by Done adulting,  The charter in that and exchanged are way different though.  Eric (Jamie) know what he was getting into, he was not lied to in anyway.  Stacy knew what he wanted and excepted what he needed to do to get what he wanted in the end.  Bella knew that she would end this way sooner or later,  She decided that she could not do better than Fred and Amanda.  Holly (Nick) was lied to from the start, had no choice in anything happening and was smart enough to know there was no way of stopping it.  In the end Jamie,  Stacy and Bella where happy with the outcome, I don't think there is any way Ivy is going to make Holly really love her, but we never know what you will come up with. Love your work.? 

1. a poopie accident = 3 strikes

2 The milk is totally unable  to stop drink once you start 

really a poopie accident is automatically 3 strikes I don’t remember reading this !!

If you go back to the first time when Ivy was talking about it, she said 3 strikes in a week, wetting was one and pooping counted as 3.

[BabySofia]

5 hours ago, Night Rain said:

Seems like Ivy finally get's what she wanted for so long.

Yes she has...?

4 hours ago, Jayme said:

Holly's strikes were just used up in 1 fell swoop. Ivy is going to have her hands full with this "accident", hopefully Holly will be able to cope!

 Nothing like hope raised and dashed, huh?

 

3 hours ago, Pierry Louys said:

And why he continued to drink the milk after he read the article? Maybe he wants deep down to be a baby ?

On that one I think most of it is down to the addictive nature of the milk. There was no question on what was in the cup before Holly began drinking. Once a little starts drinking the stuff something triggers the addiction that they can't stop until it's gone.

3 hours ago, Pierry Louys said:

and why he don’t ask to change his gender again since if was possible to change one time why two ? 

His body most likely could not handle another change with the nanites that drastic. 

4 hours ago, aaah said:

Finally, the story speeds up!

Love the dynamic between the characters. The story style (perspective of both protagonists) really suits this focus.

Anyway,I'm really excited for the next chapters! Don't mean to be overly negative, it's just I think it's nice when readers engage with the story. Obviously, I wouldn't be so critical, if I wouldn't like your story.

I answered someone else with some similar criticisms a day or two ago. I don't necessarily disagree that he's given up a bit easy. Part of the problem in my mind is the size difference and understanding that it would have been futile to even try. I believe Nick was more than slightly depressed before he left too... For every freedom so far he's really lost she has been kind about it. Until the article he suspected something was up, but didn't really see a gain in fighting.

There is a lot more of what you are looking for coming up though. 

2 hours ago, Baby Billy said:

I really loved that chapter, I didn't think it would take Holly that long to put the pieces in place.  I think Ivy made a big mistake letting Holly have the tablet in the first place.  She had to know that anyone with that much education and nothing to do would go digging for information, I forgot that Holly has the nanites in her body like Stacy, will she figure this out?  I was thinking when you started this story you said you were inspired by Done adulting,  The charter in that and exchanged are way different though.  Eric (Jamie) know what he was getting into, he was not lied to in anyway. 

I don't think Ivy probably thought she had to keep the truth from Holly forever. Plus I think she has the same blindspot as most Bigs with not realizing how smart littles are. Yes on one hand she does understand Holly was a good surgeon, on the other she just wants her as a baby. Remember that with Stacy she was a really good hacker. No one will probably be able to hack them and do as much as Stacy did with them. 

In Done Adulting that agency was far more above board than the one that Nick went to. There's a little more that gets revealed about them down the road. 

2 hours ago, therende said:

my strikes were up!

HURRAY!

Poor Holly doesn't share your sentiments! ?

1 hour ago, Pierry Louys said:

2 hours ago, Baby Billy said:

really a poopie accident is automatically 3 strikes I don’t remember reading this !!

Yes, it's one of the things she specified. 

Thanks everyone for commenting! 

[Arendeth]

Thanks for the chapter, looks like its time to be diapered full-time :P.

[Night Rain]

For starters yes Ivy now gets to diaper Holly like she wanted. But if there were other things she wanted only time will tell.

[Baby Billy]

1 hour ago, BabySofia said:

Yes she has...?

 Nothing like hope raised and dashed, huh?

 

On that one I think most of it is down to the addictive nature of the milk. There was no question on what was in the cup before Holly began drinking. Once a little starts drinking the stuff something triggers the addiction that they can't stop until it's gone.

His body most likely could not handle another change with the nanites that drastic. 

I answered someone else with some similar criticisms a day or two ago. I don't necessarily disagree that he's given up a bit easy. Part of the problem in my mind is the size difference and understanding that it would have been futile to even try. I believe Nick was more than slightly depressed before he left too... For every freedom so far he's really lost she has been kind about it. Until the article he suspected something was up, but didn't really see a gain in fighting.

There is a lot more of what you are looking for coming up though. 

I don't think Ivy probably thought she had to keep the truth from Holly forever. Plus I think she has the same blindspot as most Bigs with not realizing how smart littles are. Yes on one hand she does understand Holly was a good surgeon, on the other she just wants her as a baby. Remember that with Stacy she was a really good hacker. No one will probably be able to hack them and do as much as Stacy did with them. 

In Done Adulting that agency was far more above board than the one that Nick went to. There's a little more that gets revealed about them down the road. 

Poor Holly doesn't share your sentiments! ?

Yes, it's one of the things she specified. 

Thanks everyone for commenting! 

If you go back to the first time when Ivy was talking about it, she said 3 strikes in a week, wetting was one and pooping counted as 3

Yes you are probably right about Stacy being one of the best hackers in the dimension and Holly probably  doesn't have that much computer knowledge.  I think the only other little as good as Stacy would be Emily Black.  .

[Josh23]

Love this story! Excellent as always 

[Moon3ye]

Had to laugh a lot when I read the name "Dr. Mark Nimitz". He is currently writing a studio about the tolerance of breast milk to the little ones from the other dimension. I wonder what kind of parents he ended up with. Are they at least nice or does he get the karma they deserve?

[BabySofia]

Chapter 13:

I BEGAN SOBBING since I knew my days as an adult were over. The mess inside my panties felt sticky and uncomfortable as I heard, “Oh dear, you weren’t really potty training her, were you?” from a woman standing next to us.

“We were,” Ivy said with a finality that confirmed my belief she would hold to her rules.

“Definitely not ready to be a big girl, yet was she? Such a small cute thing, I would never have even tried,” the woman said.

I looked at the condescending bitch in front of me and managed to barely hold in my tongue as Ivy told her, “She’s my little girl, not yours, I believed in giving her a chance. I need to get her cleaned up now - could you ask someone to help clean up here?”

I looked back appreciatively at Ivy who grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s go find a bathroom and get you cleaned up.”

I was red with embarrassment and noticed that apparently she didn’t even want to carry me. We began walking and the poop began to drip out of my panties and down my legs. My tears fell faster and I could barely see as she pulled me along, taking me by the wrist like a misbehaving toddler.

Along the way I had more than a few little kids laughing at me and making fun of the baby who couldn’t make it to the potty. One teenager said, “Ooh… did the big girl discover she needs her diapees?” as we passed her going into the bathroom.

“That she did,” Ivy said, “Now please move so I can get her cleaned up.”

Like every bathroom I’d been into in this dimension there were multiple changing tables inside. I tearily looked up at the one she pulled down and hung the bag on. She dug inside and pulled out the purple changing pad, a diaper, wipes… and I watched my life effectively end! 

I stood next to her just wanting to get clean already though. Once she prepared the table, she turned to me and pulled the dress off over my head leaving me standing only in the poopy panties that continued to drip at my feet. “These panties just need to be cutoff now,” she pulled out a small pair of scissors from somewhere and did just that. Two snips and she kept as much poop wrapped in the ruined panties as she could as she tossed the mess in the trash can.

I was now naked and could both see and feel the poop smeared on my butt and legs. I watched in detached fascination as one piece crawled down my leg like a worm for a moment before it plopped down on the ground beside my foot. I shifted my body over a little to avoid it. Ivy left me standing on the floor and began using several baby wipes to clean me up. I felt tears down my face and sniffled as her hands firmly, but hurriedly wiped the poop off of my butt, groin, and legs. She also used another wipe to quickly pick up what had fallen off of me, before she threw the disgusting brown wipes in the trash. “Come on, up on the table,” she told me as she lifted me on the pad. I began crying out loud, unsure of what my fate was now.

‘Am I only going to be treated like a baby? Only be fed like those littles?!?!’ I was convinced my life would now be over and had moved to a full on panic attack and struggled to breathe. Suddenly something invaded my mouth and I realized she had shoved a pacifier inside my mouth to try and quiet me down. I tried to spit it out, but for some reason my mouth couldn’t get it out.  As Ivy wiped me up with yet more wipes, my face streamed with tears worse than when my parents died. She even thoroughly wiped my feet that she had now stripped off my sandals.

“There, you’re all clean now,” she cooed at me, “Let’s just get your diaper on you, a fresh outfit, and then we’ll get you home,” she said in a soothing voice.

She wasted no time flipping a diaper open, grabbing my ankles, and lifting my now clean and cold butt into the air. The lady that had commented on my potty-training ability walked in just then and said, “Good, I see you were prepared at least. I wanted to tell you a staff member cleaned up her mess. I left the books you two had out right outside this bathroom. Enjoy your nice clean diapee!” The woman irritatingly taunted me with a waggle of her fingers, and then walked out the door.

I felt more tears as my butt was sat down on the dry padding and she brought the front of it closed, taping the diaper closed. “It’s okay Holly,” Ivy cooed to me. “There’s nothing wrong with needing your diapers, you’re just a little. It’s normal here!”

I shook my head as she dug into the diaper bag and brought out a pile of cloth that she pulled over my head. At first, I thought it was a dress, but she lifted my legs in the air a little again and pulled a piece of fabric like a romper closed. I realized it was like a dress, but had a onesie underneath to conceal my diaper.

‘My diaper,’ I teared up more. Wearing them when sleeping had been bad enough, but now I was going to be wearing them all of the time. ‘Can I still use the potty?’ I wondered, but knew that wouldn’t even likely be an option. I’d had almost no warning before pooping my panties this time.

I was in a word, screwed!

 

IVY COULDN’T BELIEVE it had finally happened! She had her baby girl for real! Dressed now in the cute sunsuit, and sucking on the pacifier, she was the perfect picture of an adorable baby girl! ‘I hadn’t planned on using that pacifier… but she was making too much of a scene,’ she thought to herself while noting she was still crying. Maybe she wasn’t quite a perfect picture right then.

She could see that Holly knew that changes were here, and she had no intention of letting them go back to the way they’d spent the last two weeks. Holly would be using her diapers now like a good baby - all of the time – and she believed it was finally time to introduce her to her nursery when they got home! For now, she cooed to her and bounced her, “It’s okay Holly, Mommy loves you and will take care of you so you don’t have to worry about the potty anymore. You won’t have to get up every thirty minutes to use the potty and can instead just keep doing what you want to!”

Holly frowned around the pacifier shield and she just hugged her tightly, “Let’s grab those books, check out, and go home so we can talk.”

She held onto her newly diapered little girl tightly as she walked out the door of the restroom. True to the ladies' word, those books they had both been looking at were stacked neatly. “You still want these books?” she asked Holly.

She heard a mumble behind the pacifier that she interpreted as a shocked question, “I can still have them?!?”

“Yes, you can still have them. Just because we’re taking a couple steps backwards doesn’t mean I’m going to let you be bored to death.”

The frown around the pacifier turned up to almost a smile and she felt something inside her warm. She knew it was the right choice to not completely infantilize the little girl. ‘Changes are coming though,’ she thought to herself with a wide smile.

At the checkout desk the lady working behind the desk asked, “Oh, so is this the little baby who thought she could wear big girl pants already?”

She bounced the upset little up and down and said, “Well she tried at least. Now we know that diapees are the only thing she’s meant to wear, huh?” she looked down at Holly and squeezed her, hoping she’d understand she wasn’t completely making fun of her. The tears trailing down her face didn’t show that understanding being present though. She sighed and handed her library card to the lady and soon had their books checked out and headed to the car.

Buckling Holly in she kissed her on the head, “It’ll be okay,” she promised her.

 

WHEN WE HAD been on the road for a couple of minutes, I tried spitting the pacifier out again but couldn’t. It was like it had inflated and wouldn’t leave my mouth. I tried pulling it out with my hands and couldn’t get anywhere, but began to panic. I found that it twisted and suddenly felt more pain as it inflated even more in my mouth. My jaw spasmed because of how much it was being forced open. I whimpered.

“Don’t mess with your paci,” Ivy warned. “It needs an adult to pull it out. If you keep messing with it, you’ll not like the results.”

“I hate you!!!!!” I screamed through the pacifier but knew it wouldn’t be interpreted as anything but a garbled mess. At that moment I felt a need to go pee again and tried to hold it, but before she had even pulled into the garage, I found I had wet the damn diaper.

‘What the hell was I thinking?!?!’ I yelled at myself.

She came around to get me and I fought the urge to hit her, instead pointing to the pacifier and trying to say ‘please.’

To my relief she did something and it came out of my mouth. “How could you put that in my mouth!?!?,” I cried and rubbed my jaw.

“If you behave and don’t scream, I’ll only use regular baby pacifiers from now on,” she told me.

I didn’t trust myself to speak then, so I just gave a small nod before asking, “What now?”

“Now we need to go sit down and talk about what happens next.”

I shuddered and shivered as she carried me to the couch and had a seat with me on her lap. She turned me to where I was facing her, but held me firmly with her hands to straddle one of her legs. “So, the milk finally did me in?” I asked as tears had mostly run out of my eyes.

“What?”

“The Tabers milk, or just call it the real name, your breast milk,” I told her.

She looked at me with surprise, “What? How?”

“I’ve spent the last week researching, but I’m an idiot and didn’t figure it out until this morning when it was too late. Why do that to me?”

She sighed, “Okay…”

“I mean it, stop beating around the bush, I know you want a baby! Why me though? You know I’m not a dumb baby! I’m a great surgeon!”

“I always wanted a little girl of my own… but my career got in the way. When I went to PR for a little, they surprised me by showing me you instead of a girl. Something about you though… I knew I had to have you as my little girl.”

“But why a baby? Why can’t I be a potty-trained preschooler? You said it yourself that some can live like that!”

She shook her head, “You’re much too small to be a preschooler for one,” she sighed, “two I like the idea of babying you. Every day when I diapered you for your bedtime and naps, I fought to not just keep you in them.”

“Why not just do that?”

She looked uncomfortable, “I wanted you to realize that your body needs diapers before I made you wear them.”

“But if I stopped drinking your milk…”

“Then you might be able to make it with an accident every other day. Unless you return to your dimension though you will always have accidents now.”

I looked at her with a look of hate, “So what now?”

“Well… now I guess we stop pretending you’re an adult. You are going to be in diapers from here on out for everything. I’ll go throw away that potty today as you won’t be needing it.”

“I can’t even use it to…”

“No, there will be no more potty training attempts. Everything you do goes into your diaper from now on. You won’t get enough warning from your body to use one anyway.”

“But…” I said until the pissed off mom look stopped me. I sighed, “What else?”

She sighed, “Well I think we’re going to stop beating around the bush. You’ve been drinking my milk from your sippy cup; you’re going  start drinking it from the source.”

“That’s disgusting!!!” I told her.

“If you agree to nurse from me, I’ll let you keep eating adult food too.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Well I could force you, but instead I think we’ll plan on you eating baby food and drinking formula instead if you won’t.”

“You can’t do that to me,” I shuddered.

“It’s your choice,” she told me.

“No…” I said angrily back.

“Well I can definitely tell you’re cranky and it’s time for your afternoon nap. We’ll figure out your decision later when you’re a little calmer. As of right now though I’m also going to stop pretending that old room is your real bedroom.”

She stood up suddenly and carried me to the locked door she had told me was a closet. I thought back to the first day when I had joked it must be a nursery… It turned out I was right, as she opened the door up. Behind the door was the most girly and beautiful nursery that I imagined a parent could put together for a new baby.

Three of the four walls were the lightest shade of purple… almost white, with the fourth wall being darker, but still a lighter lavender color. All along the lightest walls were hand painted dragonflies and butterflies flitting about them. Some of them were even three-dimensional pieces that stuck out from the wall. Along the side of the darker wall were flowers that the butterflies were flitting around, with a huge white crib backed against the wall.

My eyes flew to the crib and I felt my diaper warm with urine as my fear paralyzed me.

A large white rocking chair sat in the corner with a light pink blanket on it. Nearby a large dresser with a changing table was set between the crib and a window that looked out to the backyard. All around the room there were shelves filled with toddler and baby toys, picture books, and all the things you would expect a baby to have in her nursery.

‘My nursery...’ I thought as I looked around. ‘My prison,’ I amended as she carried me to the changing table.

“You really planned this all along,” I said aloud, even as she had already told me that.

“I began putting your nursery together the day I saw your first message,” she told me as she lay me on a cushioned changing pad that was surprisingly comfortable. A strap came across my chest a moment later and she buckled it closed before tightening it down to be the right fit to keep me from sitting up or falling off the table. “Let’s change your diaper and get you a nap,” she told me.

I grimaced as she pulled the snaps free on the underside of the sunsuit and then proceeded to nearly cover my head with the skirt. I figured she’d just rip the tapes and get to work but instead she began tickling my feet and side. “Stop…” giggled uncontrollably and felt a little more urine shoot into my diaper.

“All the pee-pee out of you now?” she asked.

I looked at her, “You just wanted to make me pee myself?”

“Saves changing a diaper sooner,” she admitted. “Besides, your smile is pretty, and I love your laugh.”

I forced myself to frown at her even though a part of me appreciated the affection. I was so pissed off at her though! This room gave light to the full lie of everything she had ever told me. I had figured out bits and pieces, but somehow, I had blinded myself to the fact that she fully planned this… and was this prepared. ‘And I fell for it hook, line, and sinker for some stupid reason,’ I said to myself.

She pulled the tapes of the diaper free, then lifted my ankles up in the air and cleaned me with a wipe. A different diaper came out than those I had come to know as normal. It was purple with butterflies all over it to match the nursery. As she placed it underneath me, I could tell it seemed thicker than my old ones. As she taped me in and it was noticeably thicker. “Why’s this one thicker?” I complained.

“You’re going to be making all of your pee-pees and poopies in your diapees now, so I want you to be comfortable. That’s one of the best diapers on the market,” she said, like I should be proud of the Porsche's of diapers being wrapped around my waist. “It’s supposed to be good for eighteen hours of protection.”

“You won’t leave me in this for…”

“No, I’m not a monster. But it does mean I don’t have to worry about you leaking if we’re out and not near a place to change you.”

I sighed in relief as she snapped the crotch snaps back. She undid the buckle holding me down and picked me up to place me in the crib.

I looked up at her as she set me inside the prison and looked for any way to easily climb out. The top bar was well above my head. ‘Maybe if I leap I can grab onto it?’ I thought to myself.

“Holly,” Ivy said to me, redirecting my attention back to look at her.

“Yes?” I said angrily.

“Look, I would prefer if we took the easy way for this transition to your new life. But before I leave you for your nap, I want to make sure you understand there are rules that you will now have to follow.”

“Like what?” I asked, growing nervous.

“When I put you in your crib or your playpen - you will stay in it. This one should be tall enough to easily keep you in, but I don’t want you getting any ideas of getting out either.”

“What happens if I start getting out?”

“They make straps that I can tie you in there,” she told me.

I gulped, “You wouldn’t?”

“Not as a first choice. Be a good girl and don’t make me have to do it.”

I nodded and sat down on the mattress. She used her large hand and pushed me onto my back and produced another pacifier.

“No, please not that…” I cried and pulled myself as far from her in the crib as I could go.

She sighed, “I’m sorry I used that one on you, I promise I won’t again. This is just a normal baby pacifier, not even meant for littles. I know you’re sucking your thumb in your sleep now, instead of risking your teeth I think this will be less hard on them.”

She teased the teat between my lips for a second before I relented and let it in. I turned over on my side and faced away from her. The crib wasn’t slatted on that side, instead it was a solid piece of white wood, and I attempted to ignore her. She pulled a blanket over the top of me and leaned down to kiss me, “Have a good nap,” she said.

I couldn’t believe how my fortune failed again so rapidly. I had managed to reset one of the strikes, and would have been back to three tomorrow… instead I had gone poop and the charade she had been presenting of allowing me some independence was shattered. I closed my eyes and hoped that maybe this was just a bad dream, but the pacifier in my mouth belied that point completely.

After a while I felt myself drifting to sleep for real.

 

IVY WAS BESIDE herself with both glee and anger. She was so mad that the day had gone downhill! She had hoped the day she put Holly into diapers would be a beautiful day filled with showing her the beautiful nursery, and then finally ending the pump as her main way of emptying her breasts. Instead she had screwed up, and worse yet, she’d stupidly drawn a line in the sand and dared Holly to cross it...

She immediately did a quick order through a local grocery store for some baby food and formula. ‘I have to stick to my guns if she chooses that route…’

She avoided the little food and stuck with genuine baby food meant for those babies under a year of age. Pureed chicken and rice, oatmeal with apples, peas, and some apple prune pouches were added to her virtual cart. She also added just one small container of poorly rated formula. Ivy hoped that the flavors would be enough to win this battle after one meal… If Holly conceded, she’d only make her have part of the meal and switch her to her roast beef for the rest after she nursed.

Ivy looked in on the nursery cams and saw that Holly had finally fallen sound asleep, and her pacifier was bobbing in her mouth as she suckled on it involuntarily. A couple of TV shows she had watched the other day had some ads that had inadvertently started that process. ‘I don’t mind if she’s a thumb sucker, or wants her paci though one bit!’

She quietly grabbed her breast pump and the accessories from the nursery and took them to the kitchen. Looking around the nursery she moved a few things around, before going and taking a few more bibs to the kitchen from where she had stored them. Bottles were moved out to an easy to reach area of the kitchen, as well as the baby spoons, plates, and a bottle warmer. She quietly got the playpen setup in the living room, before adding a few toys and a soft blanket in there for when she needed to set her down inside. She smiled as she pulled the really nice swing that she had bought her from the closet in her office. She placed it in the living room next to the piano. Her final bit of baby gear she added was a pink walker with a bar of toys across it that she placed in the corner of the living room. ‘I don’t know how much she’ll use that…’ she was honest with herself, ‘but it’s so cute when a baby uses one!’

Baby gates came out next and she took care to set one across the hallway to Holly’s old bedroom, the kitchen cooking areas, and also across the other side of the living room to her nursery and bedroom. ‘If I let her run around in here, she’s not going to be able to get into much,’ she mused after her quick but thorough babyproofing. She’d already put socket covers and cabinet latches in before Holly had arrived. Remembering some door handle child locks she had bought, she installed them on all of the doors as well.

The doorbell rang and she discovered the delivery was already there. She took the two bags of baby food and formula and unloaded them onto the counter. Looking at  the time she started putting Holly’s meal options together. A bottle of formula went into the warmer and she prepared a pouch of the chicken and rice puree. It looked and smelled nasty to her, and the formula had a weird fishy smell to it too. She placed a plate of real food together too and decided it was time to wake Holly up and get her decision.

The baby monitor in the nursery gave away that her new baby girl was already waking up though and didn’t sound happy.

 

I COULDN’T BELIEVE it as I rolled over waking up. Something smelled bad in my crib! It took me several moments to realize it wasn’t something… it was me! I had pooped in my sleep again! I started crying as Ivy came and gathered me.

“What’s wrong?” she started to ask but then made a face as she picked me up. “Never mind sweetie, let’s get you cleaned up and all beautiful again before we eat din-din.”

I grimaced at the gooey mess on my rear as she sat me down on the changing table. I was once again strapped in and just sat still hoping she would change me quickly. “Oh, this isn’t too bad,” she told me. “You’re poopy, but this is just a little poopy!”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better about shitting myself,” I told her.

She glared at me and took a light swipe at my thigh, “You will not be swearing any more sweetie. I don’t believe in taking your tongue from you, but there are other punishments we can do. Next one will be soap in your mouth!”

“Sorry,” I cried out. The swat hadn’t hurt much physically, but it reminded me that I was truly at her mercy. She could spank my bottom red and no one would say a thing about it from what I had seen.

“Don’t do it again, I’m sorry that you’re poopy, but it’s just something we’re going to have to get used to.”

“We’re?” I asked angrily, “Since when do I see you wearing your own poop filled diaper?”

She sighed, “I don’t, but I’m the one wiping your icky butt.”

“It didn’t have to be like this,” I cried.

“Shh…” she said and proceeded to finish wiping me up and taped a new diaper on. Dressed, she carried me to the kitchen. On the way through the living room I could see a ton of changes had been made while I slept. Tall baby gates were set up to block my way into just about anywhere she didn’t want me, a playpen, a swing, and a walker in the living room made it look like there was a very young baby now being cared for here. I felt my stomach knot as I realized that young baby was me, ‘She obviously has carefully planning this,’ I noted with anger.

Setting me down in the high chair she buckled me in and for the first time really tightened the straps of the harness down to restrict my movement away from the back of the chair. I could see two food dishes on the table. One had a delicious slab of roast beef and mashed potatoes plated up, the other was a bowl of mush next to a baby bottle of milk that looked off color wise.

“So, which is it?”

I looked at her defiantly, “Seriously? What’s so important about shattering the rest of me?”

“If you agree to nurse, I’ll let you eat roast beef and potatoes with me, if you don’t then it’s the pureed chicken and this bottle of formula.”

I glared at her… I was so mad at her and apparently choosing the punishment version would make her angrier. It didn’t leave me much choice, “I’m not drinking any more breast milk! Especially not from your breast!”

She sighed and brought a bib over and tied it around my neck before putting the tray on and setting the bowl of mush and the bottle in front of me. As she stirred the concoction my stomach did some flip-flops, ‘That looks awful…’ I thought to myself.

“Open up for the choo-choo!” she told me a second later and brought a spoon up to my lips.

I started to say, “ne…” and it was a mistake as the spoon went in and I winced at how awful the texture and flavor was. Another one followed, then another. I reached for the baby bottle, and hoped that maybe it would taste better and wash it down. I tentatively put the large teat into my mouth and sucked on it, being rewarded with liquid entering my mouth. My stomach wretched though as it seemed like it was some weird awful flavor too. There was a weird smell that lingered in my nose after I swallowed the little bit in my mouth. I forced myself to suck a second time and set it back down deciding I didn’t like the aftertaste it left in my mouth. There was a bit of a grit to the formula too... It was awful!!! Before I could think to ask for mercy another spoon came at my mouth, followed by another, and another.

I began to cry, “Okay… okay…”

“Okay what?” She asked, pausing with a spoonful of the disgusting mush by my lips. I could smell it and felt nauseous. 

“I’ll…”

“You’ll what?”

“I’ll nurse… just please don’t feed me any more of that…”

“Two more bites,” she told me, “I want you to remember this.”

I groaned but nodded. The two spoonfuls were awful, and the taste that lingered in my mouth lacked any salt or good flavor. It seemed like I had been almost eating some sort of weird vomit and my stomach was not happy about it.

I sat there and watched as instead of taking the bowl and bottle away she just sat down at the table and began eating from the plate of real food. When there was just a little bit left on the plate, she came back over to me, “If you’re good, and nurse, I’ll let you have the rest of that plate.”

I just nodded, not trusting my mouth anymore since it had only gotten me in deeper through most of the afternoon.

She put the bowl of nasty baby food and the still full bottle on the table, before taking the tray and setting it next to them. I was unbuckled from the harness and she carried me to the nursery and sat down in the rocking chair. Her top was stretchy and she pulled it down below her breast to expose a nursing bra.

I watched as her hands pulled at a catch of a flap that pulled down, exposing her nipple to me. I stared at the large orb of flesh that was whiter than the rest of her skin. In the middle a darker areola sat that our size differences made seem larger than any I had seen while practicing medicine. The nipple in the middle pointed out a remarkable distance and was already dripping a drop of milk. I looked up at her for a moment and she said, “Please at least try it?”

“Why are you so insistent?” I stalled.

She sighed, “I’ve been pumping six times a day to relieve my breasts… and I want the time to bond with you.”

I looked at her, “If I don’t like it?”

She groaned, “If you really don’t like it, we’ll talk, but at least give it a try tonight? I know you’ve liked the milk I’ve expressed.”

I didn’t say anything instead looking back at the drippy nipple and opening my mouth I leaned forward and she supported me as I put my mouth around it and began to suck on it. Milk began pouring from her breast faster than I would have expected as I nursed, forcing me to swallow faster than I would have expected.

I wanted to hate it. To instantly just puke it all up in disgust…

The taste of it was so good though! Better than it had been in the cold sippy cups. Her heartbeat seemed loud and comforting too as I nursed, making me feel safe and comfortable – hypnotic in a way. I couldn’t help myself as I kept sucking at her breast continuously until it just stopped producing anything. I felt drugged and mentally off, as I began getting frustrated that sucking got nothing else out! Ivy used her finger to break my suction and sat me upright. “Ngnngh,” I complained since I wanted more! She took me and placed me with my head against her shoulder and a burp cloth I hadn’t noticed. ‘Wait, she’s not going to…’ I thought for a second as she began lightly patting my back. A moment later she was rewarded as I belched as if I’d been drinking a large coke, but grimaced as spit-up flew from my mouth. She just wiped my mouth with the cloth and pulled down the other side to let me have access to it.

I didn’t hesitate as I just wanted more… it was like a carnal instinct that I couldn’t quite understand. I just had to have it! I continued sucking while she rocked the rocker back and forth, and soon began humming a lullaby. I closed my eyes as I attempted to get every last drop of the sweet tasting milk.

 

IVY COULDN’T TAKE her eyes off Holly as she sleepily suckled at her breast, that she figured was pretty much empty by this point. The second Holly had taken her nipple into her mouth she had felt herself shudder in pleasure. ‘So much better than the damn pump!’ she said to herself.

‘I think she’s asleep now,’ she thought to herself. Even though Holly continued to suckle, it had slowed down and felt different. Her hand had pretty much been grabbing onto her breast as she suckled, but now was still and open. ‘Let’s see what happens here,’ she thought as she used her finger to again break the girls strong suction and placed her again on her shoulder. A few light pats made her belch without seeming to wake up. Carefully moving her to a cradled position she gently teased a pacifier into her mouth.

Holly seemed to nurse on the pacifier as eagerly as she had been nursing her breast, so she was sure she remained asleep. ‘Let’s get that wet diapee changed,’ she thought as she stood up and lay her down on the changing table. Undoing the snaps from the sunsuit she pulled the whole outfit gently off of her. The milk had done its job and knocked her completely out. She quickly changed the wet diaper before dressing her in a footed sleeper without her showing any sign of stirring.

Not wasting the chance to put her to bed in her crib without her waking she gently placed her inside and put a blanket gently on top of her. “Good night,” she whispered and lightly kissed her forehead before turning the light off, leaving only the glow of a couple butterfly nightlights around the room going.

Closing the nursery door, she headed to the kitchen to pump some more. ‘Hopefully I can pump afterwards and have some additional milk past what she nurses…’ she thought to herself.

Not much was generated as she pumped, but she knew it would train her body to increase her production - so she kept at it for another fifteen minutes. It was less than a couple ounces that she had left, so she just placed it into the fridge before leaning up the dinner mess. She looked at the remnants of the baby food and felt bad about feeding it to Holly, but the point had been made and she would probably be a good girl now and nurse from her. She put the rest of her plate away in case Holly woke up before she went to bed hungry still. ‘Of course, I’ll probably just nurse her more then…’

 

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So this chapter is the bridge to the next Act of the book. Thank you to everyone for your likes/comments! I really do appreciate the feedback! I'll post the next part on Tuesday night. 

[Arendeth]

Thanks for the lovely chapter.

[Shotgun Diplomat]

Ohhhhh. It is getting really good now. I love how Ivy was mentally chastising herself for the way that she handled Holly's transition into diapers. I also really appreciate the darkness that is inherent in this universe with the line: 

56 minutes ago, BabySofia said:

I don’t believe in taking your tongue from you, but there are other punishments

That just gave me the chills, so many socially accepted ways to mutilate a sentient being. What a world. 

The previous chapter also caught my eye. In it you quoted from your mustache twirling villain Dr. Nimitz. In doing so you raised a question in my mind. In his study on portal little continence, was it independent of the "Little Farm" he was running, or was it a concurrent operation within his illicit activities. If genuine science did come from his farm, despite the evil therein, some good knowledge did come from such suffering. In doing so he ranks up there with doctors in our world like Josef Mengele and Shiro Ishii (Unit 731). Really well done, Thank-you.  

[Baby Billy]

Very well done, game set and match all in one day.  I still can't see Holly truly coming along willing but one thing that all litttles learn it is so much better straight from the source than reheated in a bottle.  I wonder if Ivy is going to let Holly keep her tablet, she lost access to her computer since she can't get into the old bedroom anymore.?

[Arendeth]

8 minutes ago, Baby Billy said:

Very well done, game set and match all in one day.  I still can't see Holly truly coming along willing but one thing that all litttles learn it is so much better straight from the source than reheated in a bottle.  I wonder if Ivy is going to let Holly keep her tablet, she lost access to her computer since she can't get into the old bedroom anymore.?

Maybe her computer could be moved into the nursery too along with her tablet.

[Baby Billy]

Baby Sofia, this really doesn't have to do with this story, but could you tell me why when one little is breast feeding when they finish the first breast they get upset until they get the second but if two littles are sharing at the same time they don't?

[BabySofia]

8 minutes ago, Baby Billy said:

Baby Sofia, this really doesn't have to do with this story, but could you tell me why when one little is breast feeding when they finish the first breast they get upset until they get the second but if two littles are sharing at the same time they don't?

Two possible reasons, one they keep deriving comfort nursing from the breast and aren't separated from it. But more likely it's similar to a mother who builds up more milk in one breast because it's the one the baby prefers, or in the case of multiples the mothers body provides enough for them. Bodies are weird things, and mothers naturally manage babies nutrition generally well?

Plus, she's a spoiled only child!

49 minutes ago, Arendeth said:

Thanks for the lovely chapter.

 

37 minutes ago, Shotgun Diplomat said:

The previous chapter also caught my eye. In it you quoted from your mustache twirling villain Dr. Nimitz. In doing so you raised a question in my mind. In his study on portal little continence, was it independent of the "Little Farm" he was running, or was it a concurrent operation within his illicit activities. If genuine science did come from his farm, despite the evil therein, some good knowledge did come from such suffering. In doing so he ranks up there with doctors in our world like Josef Mengele and Shiro Ishii (Unit 731). Really well done, Thank-you.  

In my mind this was done within the confines of his mill. He very much is in the vein of those 'scientists' in my mind.

20 minutes ago, Baby Billy said:

Very well done, game set and match all in one day.  I still can't see Holly truly coming along willing but one thing that all litttles learn it is so much better straight from the source than reheated in a bottle.  I wonder if Ivy is going to let Holly keep her tablet, she lost access to her computer since she can't get into the old bedroom anymore.?

 Answers will come to much of that soon!

 

 

[Little Andrea]

Wow! Just wow! That was awesome!