diaper dimension Seems Too Good - Complete

[Guilyn]

what I can’t wait to learn is why it was so important to get a little that use to be a doctor. She plans to treat them like a baby and even said they wouldn’t be able to be a sergeant anymore so why did it matter so much?

[Josh23]

Cant wait! Loved all your other stories 

[BabySofia]

16 hours ago, Arendeth said:

Hopefully your hands heal up, don't wear yourself out to much :P.

Thanks, me too! (They're better, still raw and sore right now...) Seem to be getting better though! 

6 hours ago, Guilyn said:

what I can’t wait to learn is why it was so important to get a little that use to be a doctor. She plans to treat them like a baby and even said they wouldn’t be able to be a surgeon anymore so why did it matter so much?

Hmm... I wonder why...? ?

?

 

4 hours ago, Josh23 said:

Cant wait! Loved all your other stories 

Thanks for the comment! I appreciate it! ?

[BabySofia]

Chapter 7:

 

I SIGHED AND fidgeted with my fingers and legs a bit since I couldn’t move much in the car seat. When we finally reached her house I sat patiently she backed into the garage, before she.opened her door and came over for me.

“Well, so… how was your first day in this dimension?” she asked me as she picked me up out of the seat.

“Honestly? Terrifying…”

She squeezed me into a hug, “I am sorry about that,” she told me before carrying me inside the house and setting me down on the kitchen floor.

I followed her as she sat the diaper bag down on a counter in the kitchen, before she continued to walk into the living room. “Why don’t we have a chat?” She suggested. I looked up at where she had a seat on the couch and took a bit of a hop up to pull myself to the top of the couch and planted myself cross legged a few feet from her. I blushed as I realized the dress definitely exposed the bloomers and tried to smooth the skirt back down. ‘I wonder if that will become normal…?’

As I looked up into her face, I couldn’t help but be aware of the discrepancy in our sizes. There was no doubt in my mind that she was physically able to do whatever she wanted with me. Clearly it was a normal and acceptable behavior from her kind to treat us ‘littles’ like babies instead of adults. It definitely wasn’t an outlier event like I’d been told back at Portal Relocations - everything I had seen that day made that point very clear! What I couldn’t quite figure out ,were her motives and her ultimate goals. Well… maybe her ultimate goals weren’t so hard to figure out. The diaper bag and the high chair in the house were obviously bought before she found out my height.

“What are you thinking?” She asked me.

I sighed, “Trying to figure out what you’re really doing with me… I’m guessing there’s no way I’ll be working at the hospital like this?”

She grimaced… “It’s going to be complicated,” she told me.

“How complicated? All I’ve seen with adults my size is one after another being abused as surrogate babies today?” I felt a tear from my eye, “I really am the biggest idiot on the planet for coming here…”

I watched her stop herself from reaching out to me, “No you’re not,” she said.

“How? I threw away a career and a good life… What’s here for me?”

She looked taken aback further as more tears fell silently down my face, “Me?” She said softly.

I looked at her and noticed her own tears. She reached tentatively for me and sat me into her lap gently facing her.

“Look Ho… Nick…” she paused, “I’m sorry that this has been the day it has. I was hoping we’d be able to go through and have a few days before the realities of this world came crashing down on you…”

I grimaced and shook my head, “You didn’t exactly allow for that by taking me outside the house?”

She shook her head, “No, part of it is a certain blindness to how my kind acts…” She sighed, “Look, I’m not going to lie and say that I didn’t invite you here without any intentions of being able to maybe have a relationship with a ‘little.’” She paused, “But I also need you to understand the way things work in this world and that I don’t want you to regret your trip… or hate me.”

I looked at her skeptically. She’d been lying to me and maybe this was my chance to get the truth, “I’ll give you a chance, but let’s get the record straight now though. You chose the modifications to make me into a girl, didn’t you?”

She looked at me in shock, but nodded, “I’m sorry I did.”

“Why?” I asked.

She sighed, “For that I need to really give you the full truth… I told you earlier about the reproduction problems we have?” I nodded, “Well I’m one of the sixty percent who can’t have babies.”

“Why not just adopt…?” I asked.

“Adopt who?”

“An unwanted baby?” I suggested.

She laughed, “There’s no such thing here in this dimension. Those lucky enough to have babies always keep them, cherish them, and raise them. The government even provides subsidies for mothers to help out with the few natural births that occur.”

“What about teen pregnancy?” I asked curiously.

“Not a thing here like I’ve heard it is in your dimension as much. Parents tend to keep their teenage daughters on a pretty tight leash. The few too young teens that get pregnant often end up back in diapers after delivery and end up being re-raised due to their immaturity…”

“Re-raised?” I asked.

“I want to get back on topic here… but some are raised from the beginning again themselves in their current size, or even shrunk to baby size if their parents are wealthy enough.”

“Shr…?”

I was going to ask but she said, “Let me continue?” I nodded impatiently. “With no real babies to adopt, there really is no other option for my species than to adopt littles.”

“Why do you have to do so?” I asked, “I mean in my dimension there are lots of people who go their lives without having children?”

She grimaced, “Contrary to what our bodies want to do, those of us who can’t have kids have this… super mothering compulsion?”

“Super mothering compulsion?”

“It’s like you have to have a baby to take care of yourself…?” she looked pained as she thought about it, “Just having you sitting in my lap right now is making me the most content I’ve been in years? I don’t know that I can explain it any more than that.”

“So, is this a psychological or a physical issue?” I asked clinically.

“Both,” she said sadly, “It manifests it both in behavior and in body functions… Hard to explain though.”

“Huh,” I said thoughtfully.

“So, it’s a pretty big issue,” she said, “and there’s really only a few ways to take care of getting a little.”

“Kidnapping one off of the street I guess was one?” I asked her. “That’s what had happened to a couple of them today?”

She nodded, “It’s less common now though, since there are fewer and fewer free littles for one to grab.”

“I’m guessing from an article I read back home there are some sort of orphanages that you also can adopt from?”

She grimaced at that one, “That’s the worst way in my opinion,” she said.

“How so?”

“Those littles are altered through surgery, nanites, and other ways to be the best most compliant littles they can be for their new mothers.”

“I take it they’re not gentle with them?” I saw her arterial vein on her neck throb a bit with her anger.

“No… I’ve had to clean up more than a few messes from them at the hospital,” she said.

“And the last is to find some sucker that will agree to come here from my dimension?”

She looked pained, but said, “To a degree that’s correct…”

“And in my case?”

She sighed and blinked away some tears, “I guess my mom was right, I should have just thrown you into the deep end, diapered, put you in a crib, and generally just babied you… but I can’t do that to you.”

“Can’t?”

She smirked, “Well, definitely could, nothing’s stopping me. Certainly nothing you can do.”

“What about the contract I have with Portal Relocations?”

“The one that says I determine if you’re an adult and capable of using that clause to come home?”

“That’s probably why she kept it out of my hands after that…” I moaned, “I’ll be honest towards the end I worried about fine print but I’d been signing and initially so much after one-hundred pages I got sloppy for a few pages… She claimed she’d get me a hard copy but didn’t give it to me until I was already there to leave.”

“Normal,” she told me, “otherwise smart people like you wouldn’t come…”

I sighed, “So what happens now?”

“Good question,” she told me to my surprise.

“You don’t know?” I asked.

“I know what I want to do, I know what my heart wants me to do, and I know what I think is right…”

“So…?”

“So, first of all let’s be honest here, you are my adopted daughter legally as of now. I am your mother and have all rights to decide what you do…”

“That’s…”

“Not fair?” She finished. “No, I admit it’s not, but it’s the way life will be for you now.”

I grimaced, “Okay, so you’re my mommy now… that’s weird, but you’re right, nothing I can do about it I...” I thought, ‘I saw more than enough beatings today to know arguing won’t help…’

She actually smiled as I used that word, “So as a new mommy I have six weeks of paid maternity leave,” she told me, “and... during that time let’s figure out if we can have a good relationship?”

I stared at her for a moment and shrugged, “It’s not like I have much of a choice here.”

She looked at me, “You may not now - but you did before… Why did you come? I mean you’re obviously shocked to see what you’ve seen today, but you clearly weren’t totally surprised by it?”

“There was enough information out there that no… I’m not surprised by it. It was always a possibility after what I’d read… Just more the shock of seeing it… well really the shock of everything today. It’s a wonder I haven’t lost it completely…” I admitted.

“So, why come here? You yourself said you had a good life?”

“Except it wasn’t a great life. I’ll admit I’ve been lonely… Same as you with your career. You don’t make it as far in medicine as both of us have, without a lot of work. It’s easy to forget to have a relationship while you are still young enough to meet people.”

She nodded, “I do understand that, so…?”

“So, I’ll be honest, with everything going to hell in my world… I took one look at you and thought maybe I’d find someone I could connect with.”

“You came…”

“Because of you, and the obvious care you have for your patients. I came to learn and practice medicine here …” I gave a small smile, “but also something about you fascinated me more than any other woman has… and I guess I gambled.” I paused, “Guess I lost…”

She grimaced at that and shook her head, “Maybe not?”

“I don’t see how this cannot be a loss?”

She looked at me, “Look, I can’t lie to you and say things are going to go according to the plan we might have told you… but I will promise you that I will care for you as my own daughter in every way I can… And if that means maybe letting you be a bit more grown-up than some littles, well I can live with that.”

“So…?”

“So how about this, we use this six-weeks and figure out where our boundaries can be? Maybe you could be willing to try a few things out… and I’ll do my best not to smother you completely?”

“Like what things?” I asked.

“Well for one I’ll let you use your potty as long as you can make it reliably? Let’s say no more than three wet accidents or one poopy one per week?”

I looked at her a little incredulously, “I don’t have accidents?”

“I know you didn’t have them back in your world…” she paused, “Even though we have a hard time believing that - but, I could see by your mattress being clean that you are being honest. That being said, most littles who come through the portal don’t maintain as good of control here?”

“And if I do have those accidents?”

“Then there’s no use pretending that training panties will do any good? As it is, I think any accident will leak badly through that pull-up because it fits you so loosely.”

“So, I’ll…”

“So, at that point it’ll be back to diapers,” she told me. “Tell you what to make it fair I’m not going to count sleeping accidents against you either though.”

“You expect me to wet the bed?” I asked a little incredulously.

“Maybe not, but if you do, I can hardly fault you on something that would be completely normal at your size? No one should ever be punished for bedwetting in my opinion.”

“Okay I guess… deal…” I looked up at her, “What else is expected of me?”

She sighed, “Well we already talked about my name in public… and I’m sure you’ve figured out that the car seats and high chairs are going to be normal. I’ll probably also alternate between using a stroller and maybe a harness or sling to carry you sometimes when we’re out.”

“Probably safer that way,” I admitted, “Every one of you are that crazy about needing a ‘baby?’” I asked.

She nodded, “pretty much, it goes away a bit in intensity after menopause.”

“So… how safe am I from someone picking me up and running off with me?”

“Depending on where you’re at that could vary, but I did have a microchip implanted in you to help identify you as my daughter.”

“Like a dog?” I hissed a little angrily.

She nodded, “Sorry, but it’s the only way to make sure you stay safe if someone takes you to an orphanage or tries to illegally adopt you out. It’s also law that any portal littles have one inserted upon adoption.”

“Where’s it at?”

“The fatty area in your right butt cheek,” she told me. “I made sure they put it in while you were still out earlier. A lot of people wait until you’re conscious so you can be aware of the pain, but I didn’t want to do that to you.”

“Thanks… I think,” I said while rubbing my butt. Not that I could feel it through the diaper cover and the Pull-Up. “What about… what can I do during the day?”

“Well for the next few weeks let’s figure that out. I was honest though that I will be taking you with me to the hospital… Just that I’m planning on leaving you in the daycare while I’m working…”

“Daycare…”

“It won’t be that bad. You won’t be the only little there… and I’ll make sure that I send some activities for you to do that will keep you busy.”

“I doubt that… but I guess let’s see what your time off brings…” I yawned then.

“Tired?”

“Sort of but not… My adrenaline, and flight or fight response is definitely active right now,” I told her honestly, “I’m sure I’ll crash eventually, and hard, but right now I’m pretty alert.”

“I guess if I was confronted by giants and told everything you have, I probably would be the same…” she told me. “How about we get you into a set of pajamas and ready for bed… but sit here on the couch and watch some TV?”

I nodded, “I guess that could work.”

She picked me up and gave me a hug, “I’m sorry I lied to you, but I hope we can make this work Holly.”

I sighed and squeezed my arms back as much as I could, “I hope so too.”

She carried me back to my room and watched as I dug through my belongings and found my toothbrush and toothpaste. The rest of the stuff I had brought to shave and the deodorant didn’t really seem appropriate then. I was sure she wouldn’t want me to smell like a man like the shower gel I had brought and just decided that was enough. “Got your toothbrush?” She asked.

“Yes, could you help me reach the sink?” I asked with my face red as she followed me to the bathroom.

A second later she was holding me to make sure I didn’t fall over as I brushed my teeth over the sink. My toothbrush didn’t feel the same in my smaller mouth and I think she must have figured that out. “That toothbrush too big for you?”

I sighed, “I probably need a smaller one,” I admitted as I spit out the toothpaste.

“We’ll find you one tomorrow,” she told me. “It’s actually odd to me that you all still use that antiquated method of cleaning your teeth…”

“What?”

“I’ll show you tomorrow.” She gently held a small cup to her that was like a large solo cup to me to take water and rinse my mouth out. “Why don’t you use the potty really quick and then we’ll get you in your jammies.”

I sat down and used the potty to go pee before standing up and washing my hands with her help. She cleaned out the potty really quickly and then after cleaning her hands led me down to my bedroom. “Let me go get some of your new pajamas,” she said before leaving the room.

As I was left alone, I couldn’t help but notice she’d put some work in making the room look like home with my diplomas, awards, and even pictures of my deceased parents hanging by my bed. I looked at mom and felt a tear go down my cheek, “I’m sorry you’re probably disappointed in me Mom… I just had to try something…”

A knock on the door reminded me of Ivy’s presence. I looked up at her and saw she had the diaper bag with her too. “What’s that for?” I asked her as she knelt down next to me and laid out the changing pad.

“I told you I wouldn’t count nighttime accidents, right?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Well if I’m not counting them, I’d at least like to know if you do have them… well that you’ll not get your bed wet?”

I sighed, “So that’s what the Pull-Up is already for?”

“I really don’t think it’ll work that well with it sagging like it is already? Would you consider wearing a regular diaper at night… at least for a week? I won’t make you wear them at night after that if you can stay dry?”

“Not like I’d have much choice if I wanted to say no,” I huffed, but went ahead and walked over to her. She undid the bow and zipper on the dress before lifting it over my head.

As she sat it to the side I asked, “Umm… why do most littles seem to have breasts…”

“And you’re as flat as a normal toddler?” She asked while pushing me to lay on my back on the pad and kneeling on the ground in front of me. “Because I have seen a lot of people pick on littles to get a rise out of them… but if they think you might be an actual baby, they’ll treat you better… So, I had them make your body look like an actual baby in appearance.” She paused, “Well mostly - you’re a bit skinnier than you should be, but I imagine that’s either genetic or will change after a few weeks of diet changes.”

I looked up at her as she lifted my legs and pulled the Pull-Up and diaper cover off in one go leaving me completely naked and vulnerable as she sat them to the side. She reached into the bag and pulled out a baby diaper and flipped it outward to open it up before lifting my legs and setting it under me. I thought she would go ahead and close it but she reached instead for some baby powder that she sprinkled on my groin and rubbed into me.

The feeling of someone touching me down there made me squirm and cringe. I was ticklish and as she rubbed it in there and my bottom I couldn’t help but giggle and twitch. She smirked after lifting my legs up to powder my butt too and taped the diaper. A baby wipe in her hands, she immediately asked, “You’re ticklish aren’t you?”

My eyes were as big as saucers as I tried to lie, “Na...Na… No…”

She took that moment to let her fingers dance around my stomach for several moments and I couldn’t help myself but laugh uncontrollably until she stopped. “Please…”

She laughed, “It’s nice to see you smile and laugh, even if I had to tickle it out of you,” she told me. She pulled a nightshirt over my head that said ‘Princess Adorable’ and was covered in castles and princess caricatures. I looked at it and felt really weird wearing it and a diaper.

“Well, would you like something to drink while we watch TV?” She asked.

I shrugged, “Some water?”

“Water coming right up,” she said and I followed her out of the room and to the kitchen where she filled up the sippy cup I’d used earlier and then led me to the couch. She picked me up and sat me in her lap as she fiddled through channels before settling on some sort of medical drama that reminded me of Gray’s Anatomy. There were littles being treated at times, but absolutely none that were doctors I noted sourly. During two commercial breaks I watched three diaper commercials in a row that were specifically about diapers for littles. I noticed as I watched something felt a little off for me, but I couldn’t place it. I managed to stay awake for most of the episode, but must have fallen asleep before the end as I couldn’t recall the details later.

 

THE NEXT MORNING Ivy watch as her little Holly slept, not quite ready to get her up for the new day. Her cute little snores as she slept with her mouth open just made her heart melt. She wanted to fill that mouth with a pacifier, but was going to hold off for a while on that step... She was going to try and bring her little girl from adulthood to babyhood one step at a time to avoid the shock of everything overwhelming her.

Quietly she closed the door and walked across the hallway through the living room and to the master bedroom side of the house. She’d loved the open floor-plan of the five-bedroom ranch style house when she bought it. The best part to her right now was that the master bedroom was on the other side of the house from the guest bedrooms, and adjacent to it was Holly’s real room - her nursery. Quietly she unlocked the door and closed it behind her, before getting set up for draining her full breasts.

She sat down in the rocking chair and made sure everything was clean before pressing a button on the pump to begin. She watched as a bag of milk filled slowly before replacing it with another empty bag and switching sides.

For now, she was just stock-piling and freezing most of her milk since Holly would need a supply at daycare, or if she was being babysat. ‘Although I know I nursed more than a few of the littles I babysat…’ she admitted to herself. The ‘Bigs’ lactation reflex was something that had been studied for a long while by doctors. She personally hypothesized that it had to be inversely proportional to the possibility of having their own kids. Her mother and others who had children naturally never seemed to struggle as badly with leaking breasts outside of childbirth!

For Ivy, ever since she started puberty at age twelve, even looking at a cute little sitting in a desk across the way meant leaking breasts. She blushed as she remembered a science class one time. One of her little classmates had just been forced to wear diapers again due to some made up accident by a bitch of a girl she herself hated. Not allowed to use a bathroom anymore he’d wet it for the first time in class and begun crying. Almost instantly her milk had let down for the first time and soaked her bra and shirt… She sighed as the pump pulled milk out and dreamed of the day sometime soon it would be Holly sucking from her instead of the pump she’d had to use frequently ever since that day.

She looked around at the beautiful nursery she had prepared for her little girl. She noticed she could probably bring the crib level up a bit since Holly was so much shorter than she had expected. The closet and the diaper stacker were empty at the moment, since her mom hadn’t had a chance to bring the replacement clothes and diapers yet. ‘That reminds me, I’d better buy some more diapers for nighttime while we’re out, I only have a few left…’

The pump finished with her second mammary and she began cleaning up before taking the two new bags to the pantry room and adding them to her stockpile in the small deep-freezer. Looking inside she could see nearly thirty of the bags already inside and made a decision that these two would just go into the fridge instead. ‘Maybe at lunch tomorrow?’ she thought to herself, ‘It’ll be good for a few days there…’

She returned to the nursery and made sure everything was back as it should be. She ran her hand over the pretty pink and green blanket was neatly folded over the crib rail. ‘Soon,’ she thought to herself. ‘I have Holly, and now it won’t be long before I have her in here…’

 

I WOKE UP and stretched out on my bed. I loved the mattress set I had splurged on last year. ‘So much better than that hotel bed!’ I was grateful that the journey to storage, and then the new dimension, didn’t seem to hurt it any! I rolled over and looked around for something to show me the time. Finding nothing obvious I walked to where my backpack was and dug out my phone. It uselessly displayed that there was no signal and I groaned with the 3pm time it showed since I forgot the days in this dimension were longer and that clock would just get more wrong every day.

‘What’s that make it, nine in the morning?’ I wondered as I rolled over and took the larger jump down. The bed had shrunk some on the journey, but definitely not as much as I had. I looked back at how it stood higher than my waist and shook my head. ‘Whatever the native options are in my size, I’m sure an adult style bed isn’t one of them.’ I walked to the door and noticed that it had been shut last night. I strained to reach up to the door handle and couldn’t grab it without jumping. I was just about to do so when the door handle turned and the door opened inward, almost hitting me.

Luckily, I just stepped back quickly enough, “Good morning Holly, I wasn’t expecting you to be standing there!”

“Morning,” I muttered back and tried to smile. I had never been a morning person, so I struggled to maintain it.

“How did you sleep?” she asked as she bent down to talk to me at my level.

“Good, I’m so glad I finally have my own bed back!” I told her with a smile, “Those hotel mattresses have been terrible!”

“I can imagine…” she said, “I can barely take a couple days in a hotel, let alone the time you’ve been in them!”

With that she unexpectedly pulled up on the front of my nightgown and exposed the diaper I was wearing. “What are you doing?” I asked with a yelp.

“Just checking to see how you did through the night Holly,” she said as she let the nightgown go back down. “All dry!”

“Of course, I’m dry,” I grumbled, “I haven’t given you any signs of not being potty trained, have I?”

“Other than your size? No,” she smiled at me, “but I’m guessing you do need to use the potty from how long you slept!” She led me to the bathroom next door to the room.

I went to pull down my underwear but was reminded by the impossible tapes on the diaper the second I tried one. “Can you please take this off?” I sighed.

“Of course!” she said with a smile and easily undid the tape on each side so I could sit down on the training potty. I began releasing urine as I watched her ball the dry diaper up and placed it in the bathroom trash can.

I really did need to urgently go. It was an odd feeling of my new parts letting out urine that lasted for quite a while. “Really needed to go, huh?” she asked as she invaded my space and wiped my parts for me.

I blushed but nodded, “Yeah, I guess so.” I stood up and watched as she completed the ritual of cleaning it out.

“Why don’t we get you dressed and then you can have some of the pancakes I just made!” she smiled at me.

“Never let it be said I turned down food,” I genuinely smiled back. We walked back to my adjacent room. I put on the offered Pull-Up and then looked at the clothes options she showed me. Anything that wasn’t a dress looked like it had snaps everywhere that would have to be undone when I needed to go to the restroom. As much as I was most certainly not happy about my new status as a girl, I sighed and pointed to a short-sleeved dress that was blue with white stripes. There was a small butterfly on the chest, but otherwise was one of the least juvenile options she showed me. I was able to just pull it on like a t-shirt since it didn’t have a zipper.

“You want the matching bloomers?” Ivy asked me.

I nodded, “Please,” I told her and soon had them on in an attempt to hide the faux underwear I was wearing.

“Ready for breakfast then?” she asked.

“What about my hair?” I asked and for the first time realized it had been pulled back into a braid. “I guess now that I have long hair something will have to be done with it?”

“I’ll help you with it after breakfast,” she told me with a smile. “You slept right through me putting it in that braid last night.”

I ignored the implication that I could sleep through things happening to me and instead looked at the high chair she sat me down in. There were shoulder straps that she guided my arms into, “Do I really need these?” I asked her as I soon felt like I was just as trapped as I did in the car seat.

She sighed, “Look there are some rules we sort of went over last night, but one thing you need to be aware of is that the adoption agency will send out people to inspect your care. They told me that one of the things that sets off flags is if littles are being allowed to just sit in furniture without the safety features being used.”

“What would happen if they saw you weren’t?” I asked as she slid the white tray in place over my lap.

“Well I’d probably get a warning to begin with, then they might demand I treat you differently… or they might even remove you from my care.”

“And send me home?” I asked, trying not to sound hopeful.

She shook her head, “Usually it means to another family that’s contracted their services… or I’ve heard it can be a placement at an etiquette school.”

I gulped while thinking about that conversation about them we had the night before as she brought a bib over. She velcroed it around my neck without asking to do so. “You know I’m not really a baby?” I told her as she was cutting up a huge pancake in front of me a moment later. “I could cut up my own food…”

“For the same reason I just mentioned that wouldn’t be a good idea,” she told me, “but also… well hold this knife for a second,” she told me as she put the large butter knife in my hands. As I held it, I couldn’t help but note that it was like holding a large machete to my small frame size. It even felt pretty heavy to me. “Not exactly an easy thing for you to use now?” She suggested kindly.

“Do they make little size silverware?” I asked as I handed the knife back.

She held up a plastic spork in response, “Mostly sporks or spoons in sizes you can use,” she answered me as she placed the plate on my tray and handed me the spork. “You want syrup?”

“Duh?” I said with a smirk. “You can’t have pancakes without it, can you?”

She shook her head, “I suppose not, plus from what I understand you littles have a bigger thing about sweets than we do…”

I watched and encouraged her to pour enough syrup on the plate and began to stab the pieces with the spork as best I could. It was a terrible utensil to eat a pancake with… and it was a good thing the bib was on because I definitely slammed two pieces into my chest as they fell from it. I did my best to eat neatly, but inevitably had syrup around my mouth and on my hands as Ivy asked, “Done?”

“Yes, that was really good!”

A moment later I was annoyed as she had a baby wipe in hand and pretty forcefully cleaned at my face and hands. “I could just wash in the bathroom you know…” I told her.

“This is easier though,” she told me with a smile. “Make sure you drink at least some of that juice there,” she told me motioning to the sippy cup that I had barely touched.

I sighed but sipped from the babyish sippy cup while she moved about the kitchen cleaning the dishes. I couldn’t identify the fruit in the juice, but it was sweet and tasted sort of like apple juice. When she was done putting the plates and everything in a dishwasher she came back and removed my bib. “Let’s get your hair done?” she suggested as she pulled the tray off the chair.

“Okay...”

“You know this chair is probably as easy of a place for me to do your hair as any, I’m going to go grab a brush and some other things. I’ll be right back.” I watched her turn and leave, and then looked down at where the harness gathered the five points into a buckle. I didn’t mess with it even though I was curious if I could unbuckle it myself. As I looked down at my bare feet, I noticed the skin on my feet and legs definitely looked smoother than they had before I came. The skin itself looked like a young baby’s so much that I curiously pulled my foot up to look at it more. I couldn’t help but be amazed by the flexibility I had now. I could bring it all the way up to my head and noticed there were no calluses or any of the little scars I had gotten one summer from cutting my feet open on some shells on a beach vacation.

I was still looking at my foot as Ivy came in with a small box of things and a large hair brush. “Your foot interesting?” She asked curiously.

“Noticing that all my scars are gone,” I said pointing to clear skin, “when I was seven, I cut my foot badly here with a shell at the beach and had two curved scars here before I came.”

She nodded at me as she sat the box down beside me and turned the chair to run parallel to the table, “One of the treatments I asked for was a skin renewal… I hope you don’t mind?” She asked tentatively.

I sighed, “The scar wasn’t something that defined me, so it’s fine.”

She stepped behind me and fiddled with whatever tied the back of the braid to get it loose. She was gentle as she took a wide comb and a brush slowly through my hair. It actually felt nice as she did so and I closed my eyes for a moment nearly purring. She stopped for a moment and I noticed that my hair was brushing my shoulders, “If you asked for my face to look like a baby’s… why is my hair so long?”

She came around and blushed, “Well… I always dreamed of having a little girl whose hair I could play with?”

“You know they make baby dolls if that’s all you needed…” I groaned.

“I know… but do you really want to have hair that’s barely covering your head still?”

I shook my head, “No… but aren’t I going to stand out as a little in spite of everything else you had done?”

“No, I can just say that you have faster than normal hair growth. It happens occasionally!” she smiled at me. “Now, Pony or piggy’s today?”

I stared at her blankly for a moment too long as I tried to interpret her odd question before she said, “I guess I get to pick piggy’s then!” The look on her face was one of indescribably joy… like a little girl whose biggest dream of a doll had come true at Christmas time. My hair was soon being gathered and tied back behind my head. Something else felt odd that she attached and I guessed I had matching ribbons tied into my hair. She finally stepped back around and asked, “Ready to see?”

I shrugged, “Okay,” I told her as she unbuckled the harness and lifted me into the air. A walk to the bathroom was made and I stared at the image in front of me in disbelief.

‘Not only do I look like a girl, but I probably look like I belong on the cover of some magazine about pretty toddlers…’ I thought to myself. My hair wasn’t all that fancy with the two loose pigtails at the top of my head popping up and hanging down. The large bows that she had tied around the bases of the pigtails were blue and white, with stripes, that matched the dress I wore. I couldn’t help but note that the bows seemed to be perfectly tied and made me look like the girliest little toddler on the planet.

“Don’t you look adorable?” she asked me.

I nodded, “I’m not sure that I like it, but adorable definitely fits the image in front of me.”

She frowned a little but said, “While we’re in here why don’t you go potty really quick?”

I nodded as she sat me down and I pulled my underwear down and did my business. Cleaned up with her unwanted help I stood up when she was done. “I guess I never showed you the house before?” She said.

I shook my head, “No, it wasn’t on the list yesterday I guess.”

“Can I pick you up and give you the tour?” She asked.

I sighed, but held up my arms to her. It was quickly becoming apparent that she really did just want a little to be her living baby doll - the same as every other crazy person here. I wasn’t sure what was restraining her from just treating me like those other littles yesterday, but I wasn’t going to rock the boat and make my situation instantly suck more! She held me underneath my padded butt on her hip a second later, and walked down to the door next to my room. “This is my office,” she said with a smile revealing a room with a huge desk, computer screen as large as I was, and shelves of books.

Most of them looked like medical books and I really wanted to read all of them. “You have an impressive collection,” I said in awe.

“Well one of my foibles has always been that I like a real book in my hand… and I read way too much. I have just been collecting non stop since before college,” she said with a bit of a blush.

“Can I read them?”

She laughed, “I don’t see why that would be a problem, but please be careful with them.” I looked at the titles as she stood near them for a second before she walked back out to the hallway. She walked to the next door and showed me inside, “Just a guest bedroom in here in case I have guests… it never happens really since my parents live so close, but occasionally I’ll have a college friend visit or something.”

I looked in at a nicely decorated, but otherwise pretty spartan bedroom with a bed as gigantic as her own taking up the middle of the room. She closed the door and pointed, “You already know that’s the garage there.”

I nodded quietly, “You have a big house for one person.”

She squeezed me then, “I HAD a big house for one person, now I have a big house for two people!”

I did smile at that as I looked up at her. She walked back to the living room and dining area. I noticed for the first time the massive piano that was probably a baby grand to her. “I like your piano,” I told her. “I enjoyed your playing on the first video you sent me.”

She smiled at me, “Well I’ll have to play some more for you sometime! I don’t see any way you would be able to play on it with your size or I would teach you,” she told me sympathetically.

I shrugged, “It’s okay,” and watched as she turned towards her bedroom. There was a door to the left of her room, “What’s that one?” I asked.

“Just a storage closet,” she said a little oddly. Seeing as how she didn’t open it for me I didn’t necessarily believe her, but I kept it to myself as she finished showing me her huge bathroom.

“What’s the outside like?” I asked curious.

“Let’s go see,” she said and carried me through the front door. Her yard was nice with neat flower beds lining the walkways of the house, and a couple large trees towards the front of the expansive yard. I found myself losing track of the height as I stared upwards at the immense trees.

“Is this big by your standards?” I asked her.

“It’s comfortable, most people would be quite happy to live in a house this size,” she said, “including me. You want to see the backyard or do you want to get our shopping trip out of the way first?”

I didn’t really care about her backyard so I said, “get shopping out of the way I guess?”

“Let’s go use your potty really quickly and then we’ll go.”

“You’re going to use it too?” I joked to her.

She looked a bit stunned at the joke, “well… umm... I am cleaning it after you use it?”

I sighed and let her carry me to the bathroom. She sat me down and I went just a little bit before saying, “That’s all I have.”

“That’s fine,” she said as she wiped me and stood me up. “Go meet me by the garage door, I’ll be there in a sec,” she told me.

I looked up at her as she walked away and just decided to follow her direction to wait for her.

‘I don’t know what game she’s playing,’ I couldn’t help but think to myself. ‘It’s almost worse that she’s trying to pretend to treat me nicely... I feel like I’m going to be forever waiting for the other shoe to drop right now! She’s already changed my gender, I would be considered a child's height even back home right now. I already know there’s no way I’ll be practicing surgery here…’

I sighed, ‘I like her though… There's something about her that I really do feel comfortable with, and it's not like I had a job to be practicing surgery back home right now either…’

 

IVY GATHERED A spare outfit, a couple more pull-ups, and a spare diaper for Holly’s diaper bag. She also made sure she threw in her sippy cup with the juice that she had for safety while they were out. ‘Can’t be too careful in some places…’

‘I want Holly to regress… but I don’t want a mindless drooling little…’

She made sure again she had her list of things they needed and found Holly waiting where she’d told her to. “Upsy daisy,” she said as she picked her up and then opened the garage door.

The car seat she initially bought was a really nice one, but she hadn’t planned on a little small enough to need a rear-facing infant seat. So instead of the nice toddler car seat she’d bought, the day before she had to settle with what PR had on hand. ‘We should get another nice one today,’ she thought as she lay her back down and quickly did the harness buckles around her to lock her into the safety of her seat.

“You good?” She asked Holly.

“Yes,” she said with a squirm, “I guess… this is really embarrassing.”

Her face was such a beautiful red as she said that and it matched her hair nicely. She laughed, “I know, but you’ll get used to it – and everyone else is only going to think about how adorable you are! We don’t have to go far,” she said as she closed the door and walked to the driver’s side to get in. Soon they were off towards town and she debated on where to go first. ‘Probably should wait to go to Fionas until after she’s in diapers full time…’ she mused. ‘I guess we’ll just go to LS, we can get everything we need there.’

She looked up at the backseat through the rearview mirror at the stoplight she was at and instantly added something to list, ‘Need to switch out that mirror for a video screen to look at her in the back… probably would be good for her to be able to see me too… I know Mace has something for her little like that!’

 

I SAT BORED while Ivy navigated through the city streets, and I contemplated just what my future was going to be here in this world. There was literally nothing for me to do as she drove, and I realized for that again my feet had still not been covered in shoes or socks.

“Umm… Mommy?” I almost gagged on calling her that.

“Yes Holly,” I heard her respond.

“I don’t have any shoes or socks on again…”

“That’s so you can blend in better Holly,” she told me. “For your safety I’m not going to be putting you down to walk in the stores we’ll be in today,” she added.

“Will I ever be able to wear shoes?” I asked, a little annoyed.

“Sorry, I only picked up that one set of dress shoes you wore yesterday. They’re pretty, but I don’t think you’d want to walk around in them. We’ll look for some better shoes today.” 

Right then a light dinged on in my head. “Oh… why didn’t you have any clothing for me? You had done everything else for me already in my room though?” I decided to see if I could get some more intel from her right then.

“Well…”

“You knew you were changing me into a girl after all,” I pushed with as neutral of a voice as I could use. ‘Pissing her off is not wise,’ I reminded myself.

I heard her sigh, “You’re right, I did have a whole set of clothes for you, but unfortunately even though I had a range of clothes for you I missed by six months even on the smallest of sizes I guessed on.”

“Oh,” I said.

“My mom took everything back for us yesterday to most of the stores, but today I figured we’d start trying to fill in those gaps some more.”

“Where at?” I asked as I felt the car come to a stop and heard her turn off the engine.

“Here at Little Superstore first,” she told me. “Give me a second and I’ll be around to get you out,” she told me.

I didn’t wait long and I was on her hip as she carried me into a store that seemed to span an endless block like an IKEA store back home. I felt her feel my Pull-Up right then, “You’re dry, do you need to go potty before we go shopping?”

“Umm… I just went?” I said.

“It’s a big store,” she told me.

Thinking about the limited three strikes that I had I decided to play it safe, “I don’t think I need to go, but I’ll try?”

“Good girl,” she said, giving me a small hug. I sat patiently on her hip as she walked straight into a women’s restroom. It was unlike any I’d ever seen before as I looked around though and saw a huge row of twelve changing stations immediately as we walked in. ‘Free Diaper Samples’ with bright advertisements were given in cabinets next to the stations. I looked and saw a half dozen adults in various states of being changed into new diapers.

One little was screaming his head off, “I’m not a goddamn baby, or a girl!!! Let me go you fucking bitch!!!!” at the lady that was manhandling the screaming little.

“You should spank the daylights out of his and be done with it,” one mother snarked nearby while holding her little girls’ ears closed against his tirade.

“Or at least stuff a lockable pacifier in his mouth?” Another added.

The lady responded, “I don’t believe in spankings, but believe me he’ll be punished as soon as we get this dress on him. I’m going to take him to the clinic and we’ll get rid of those teeth and immobilize his tongue there.”

At that I saw the man stopped struggling, “Please no…”

“Then we’re going to remove that ugly thing…” I heard the man sob then.

Ivy carried me at that point though further in and I looked agape at four tiny toilets sitting out in front of me along the wall.

There were no stalls or barriers around them, but they were mini toilets complete with handles to flush. “Let’s try just to be safe,” she told me. She shocked me as she just pulled my underwear down and sat me on the small potty. I could feel eyes from several moms standing around looking at me. I blushed but pushed out a surprising amount of urine right then into the waiting bowl. As I sat there, I couldn’t help but notice that the seat was still a little high for me and my feet still didn’t reach the ground. It wasn’t nearly as tall as an adult toilet here though.

“Good girl!” Ivy practically sang to me as she wiped me and pulled my pants back up.

“Isn’t that adorable,” one lady said to her little. “How old is she?” she asked Ivy.

“Twenty-months,” she responded as she brought me to the sink to wash my hands.

The lady looked at her adult little she’d just sat on the changing table, “Twenty-months and already a bigger girl than you, huh? You couldn’t even make it an hour without pooping those panties you claimed you normally wore!”

The poor woman just sobbed right then and I put my head into Ivy’s chest to hide from it. “You are training a little early with her though, aren’t you?” the woman asked as Ivy turned on the water and she pulled a skirt out of her way.

“Maybe, but she’s been telling me when she needs to go and been dry at night a couple times. We’re going to try the Pull-Ups for a couple weeks. If she gets it great! If not, we’ll go back to diapees again for awhile.”

“Well we’re going to be back in diapees with this little girl for a looong while,” the lady cooed at the woman as she exposed a poop covered rear end by cutting away a pair of panties she was wearing with some scissors.

“Have a good day,” Ivy said and carried me out of there.

Once back at the entrance way, and when no one was around, I whispered, “She thought I…?”

“Yes, she thought you were a regular baby, not a little. As far as anyone is concerned today, we’re just shopping for my adopted niece.” I was placed into a cart with a simple belt around me. I noted that there were many carts with far more elaborate restraints that she could have chosen. She found an elevator and pushed me inside with the cart and we rode to a second story. 

As she exited I saw to my left was a massive map of the store that seemed to take a long journey through an elaborate route like an IKEA store. ‘Different though… since it’s instead a journey through a massive over the top giant baby land…’ She pushed the cart forward to the first area which demonstrated different styles of nurseries, playrooms, and even large-scale outdoor play equipment. Everything an Amazon would need to design their perfect fantasy nursery was present in dozens of little model showrooms. I saw as we passed that there were options to buy full rooms, or just scan the individual items with a phone as we traveled. I could tell that one room in particular caught Ivy’s eyes.

The walls were painted in a pale green color with pink and purple butterfly decor used around the room. A crib, that seemed massive to me, dominated one corner of the room along with a changing table loaded with diapers. I could see from the way that Ivy lingered that this would likely be the decor for any nursery she put together. ‘Assuming she hasn’t already bought it all,’ I admitted to myself. As we continued, I watched a woman sit down in the rocking chair in one room, and pull her breast out to nurse her little who was crying. Her high pitched cry sounded just like a newborn babies, even though the woman looked closer to thirty. ‘That didn’t sound like acting…’ I thought to myself and wondered again about the procedures the article mentioned had nearly happened to their source.

She wound further into the maze, and I found the next section featured displays of robotic caregivers being used to give demonstrations. ‘Parents’ were using their real littles with them to test the machines in front of other potential customers. One such little’s eyes were opened wide in terror as we passed, and I heard an almost realistic woman's voice say, “constipation detected, treating…”

I turned and watched some weird mechanical octopus arm come forth and dart towards the little man who screamed ‘no!!!’ even as it slid underneath his diaper. What made it worse was the woman saying to her husband, “Look, you won’t have to do anything when I’m gone for next month now, it’ll take care of his every need…”

I found myself wanting to get away from there as quickly as we could! The section continued with mechanical cribs, crazy swings, and even more of the full-size robotic nannies were on display. I was so glad when Ivy pushed past that section of insanity a few moments later without even stopping to glance at any of the items. She seemed to sense my distress because she patted my head and said, “I know those things are scary huh? Don’t worry we won’t be buying any of that stuff for your niece.”

If I’d hoped it would be better in the next section, I soon learned I was most assuredly wrong.

 

IVY LOOKED AT Holly in the cart and wished she knew she could get her to take a pacifier or something right then. She was so nervous, and obviously terrified, by the robots in the previous section of the store.

‘Not that I blame her…’ she shuddered.

One time in medical school three rivals of hers had played a nasty prank on her. They had lured her to the mechanical nursery part of the pediatric ward saying one of their professors needed to show her something unusual. Somehow, they had programmed one of the nannies to think that she was a little under her charge. They’d laughed and watched the video from a distance as she had endured two hours of the torture the nanny had inflicted. Out of all of the things she walked by just now, the worst was probably the enema she’d seen the one poor little getting. Her own gait shifted uncomfortably right then at the memory of one being stuck inside of her during that time.

Luckily for her a professor had caught onto what was going on and released her from the nursery. She’d had to wear diapers for nearly three months afterwards though, due to the treatments the nanny had given her to weaken her bladder and bowels!

Her rivals hadn’t been so lucky though. The three of them had gone before the ethics board and were stripped of their spots at the school. Immediately they were ordered ‘shrunk’ and to attend ‘remedial’ schooling down the road at an etiquette school. Last she knew all of them had adopted parents that took them to a mechanical nursery every day for daycare!

Not that she’d ever gloat about it…

The next section of the store was one she wished didn’t have to be right after the mechanical section. It didn’t help that it was a larger section of the store than it had any right to be.

 

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So I hope this part answered some of the questions that were coming up! (Of course the story isn't done so you should still be in the dark on many of my nefarious plots!!! <evil giggle>) Please keep giving me feedback with likes/comments as you read. I appreciate all of you who are doing so! 

 

[bje]

Ivy says to Holly: “I know those things are scary huh? Don’t worry we won’t be buying any of that stuff for your niece.” Shouldn't that be “my niece“?

I must confess that I'm disappointed with this story after "Exchanged" which were one of my absolute favorites. One of the things I liked most about "Exchanged" was the dynamics with honesty and respect between Stacy and her adopted family. Here instead is a lying and manipulating mommy that I very much dislike. I have continued reading until now hoping that she will be better but I am unfortunately losing that hope.

[BabySofia]

17 minutes ago, bje said:

Ivy says to Holly: “I know those things are scary huh? Don’t worry we won’t be buying any of that stuff for your niece.” Shouldn't that be “my niece“?

I must confess that I'm disappointed with this story after "Exchanged" which were one of my absolute favorites. One of the things I liked most about "Exchanged" was the dynamics with honesty and respect between Stacy and her adopted family. Here instead is a lying and manipulating mommy that I very much dislike. I have continued reading until now hoping that she will be better but I am unfortunately losing that hope.

I believe down the road there will the light you seek... Thank you for your honest opinion here!

[herezulo]

The dynamic between Ivy and Holly, the deception included, are what makes this story interesting, in my opinion. That's where the focus of the story seems to be. There isn't the same kind of conflict that existed in Exchanged, Emerald Princess or Undercover Tour. The potential for personal conflict between two characters makes this quite different than your other stories, and that's great!

[Baby Billy]

Hi Baby Sofia, another great chapter for us today.  I was glad to see Ivy being somewhat truthful to Holly about what she was looking for when she adopted her.  of course she could tell her the full extent she wanted to go.  Holly still seems aware the she will not  be able to fight anything that Ivy wants in the end.  Nice deal with the potty though but after the milk is introduce that will be that.  I wondered if she used and of her milk in making the pancake batter to get her used to the taste.  I know mothers use breast when getting babies used to solids in the baby cereal.  Also wonder if there were and messages in the commercials in the TV show as Holly seems to had a strange feeling  when they came on, although if they were strong she would have probably wet the diaper that night.  Still interested to see were this goes and how far down the rabbit hole Holly goes, still Holly figures she will most likely go all the way. Still I can see that Ivy really wants to have Holly really love her in the end.?? 

[BabySofia]

2 hours ago, herezulo said:

The dynamic between Ivy and Holly, the deception included, are what makes this story interesting, in my opinion. That's where the focus of the story seems to be. There isn't the same kind of conflict that existed in Exchanged, Emerald Princess or Undercover Tour. The potential for personal conflict between two characters makes this quite different than your other stories, and that's great!

Thanks! Very much what I was aiming for here.

2 hours ago, Baby Billy said:

Still interested to see were this goes and how far down the rabbit hole Holly goes, still Holly figures she will most likely go all the way. Still I can see that Ivy really wants to have Holly really love her in the end.?? 

 Thanks for commenting as always!

 

1 hour ago, Hopsalot said:

She’s clearly much more sane than your average amazon but I’m curious how much that’ll really hold her off.

? Good question...

[SGTbaby]

I do like how Holly is being brought along slow but smoothly. Also how Ivy is aware of certain downfalls. I still feels like there is more action coming or more twists which I look forward to!

[Renly]

I can only say that it was an AMAZING chapter !!!  I like that it was long.  I wonder what it will feel like to return to a stage of dependency and unconditional love, it would be great in certain conditions ...

It is that it's soon to say that I would be great a sequel of this story

[kirababy]

enjoyed the chapter - lot of interesting details to be sorted out.  Holly's head must be  spinning.  Enjoying seeing both of their points of view.  Wondering how the impact of seeing all the other littles mistreated, while she looks like an amazon little will affect Holly?  Survivor's guilt...etc.   Still waiting to see how Ivy starts getting Holly to have accidents, so far her continence seems strong.

[Sarah Penguin]

hmmmmmmm

[BabySofia]

16 hours ago, SGTbaby said:

I do like how Holly is being brought along slow but smoothly. Also how Ivy is aware of certain downfalls. I still feels like there is more action coming or more twists which I look forward to!

 Plenty of action to come!

 

16 hours ago, Renly said:

I can only say that it was an AMAZING chapter !!!  I like that it was long.  I wonder what it will feel like to return to a stage of dependency and unconditional love, it would be great in certain conditions ...

 Thanks!

 

9 hours ago, kirababy said:

enjoyed the chapter - lot of interesting details to be sorted out.  Holly's head must be  spinning.  

She's smart enough to calculate her odds and not fight when it doesn't make sense. That being said I can't imagine anyone's head not spinning!

 

9 hours ago, Sarah Penguin said:

hmmmmmmm

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[Baby Billy]

I want to say something about one of the comments.  I don't think anyone should compare this to Exchanged as that was an epic story you put your heart into and will probably not be equaled in the amount of reader response and thought. In my mind it was the best diaper dimension story written.  

[Jayme]

Exchanged was wonderfully written, Seems Too Good is just as wonderful yet there is a twist here that the little was hoodwinked. Now the Big is having a moral dilemma of honoring her words to the little or just letting instincts take over. I find the story quite interesting and see the potential for it to become a fantastic saga just like Exchanged.

[Arendeth]

Thanks for the chapter, love how Ivy isn't as evil and crazy as so many of the side characters.

[BabySofia]

Chapter 8:

 

I DID EVERYTHING I could not to shake in terror at the sights around me. The store that had begun with displaying mockups of the most beautiful and loving nurseries that could be dreamed up. Now it had quickly moved to someone’s nightmarish fantasies.

Those displays proudly featured different types of ‘restraints’ as we walked under an arch that separated this part of the store from the mechanical section. Everything from handcuffs, straight jackets, leashes, and even dog collars. The color of lighting was adjusted now with lots of red spotlights tinting all of the shelves and products red. I saw one woman was trying those terrible things on a shaking woman there as Ivy pushed through. The little cried as she kept trying different sized collars on her! My stomach lurched then at the thought of something like that around my neck. Another row featured paddles, canes, super-sized spoons, ‘weighted’ hair brushes, old fashioned stick ‘switches,’ and to my horror, even whips and cattails were proudly displayed as demo units. Gags and other ways to truss someone up, hang them up, and… it took everything for me not to throw up.

To her credit Ivy moved faster through that section than any other so far!

When she finished there was a massive color change to white for the décor and lighting, and everything became about nursing mothers. From a large section of maternity bras, to pumps, to pillows, there was nothing but breastfeeding products for the next large section of the store. Thankfully Ivy skipped that area as well and pushed past a section of baby bottles, pacifiers, and other feeding accessories. There was a whole selection of high chairs lined up in multiple aisles across the aisle from them. I recognized the one at her house, seeing the advertising that it came with two covers and colors of their choice. I noted it could have been purple or pink instead as she passed by.

She stopped on a nearby aisle with colorful plastic plates, bowls, and cutlery. “See, no knives,” she whispered to me, “but let me get a few forks?” she suggested when she saw some silicone forks in a package with cute characters on the handles.

I smiled as that would help at least a little with not making as much of a mess! One aisle over she grabbed a few more sippy cups like I had been already been using. I noticed she took a long stare at the baby bottles and pacifiers on the rows too, but she continued past them to where there was a small selection of electronic baby toothbrushes. She grabbed one of the main units, two different sizes of head attachments, along with two types of toothpaste. She threw all of that into the cart before walking on.

I was greeted with walls of diapers on both sides of me. The store the day before had a large selection, but it had nothing on this place! Ivy didn’t stop long enough for me to really look, but it seemed like there was an endless selection for ‘parents’ to decide on. The first shelves had ‘crawler diapers’ that I would have thought at first just meant they were designed to move and protect crawling babies from leaking. 

A look at some large digital signage set me straight though. ‘Little Superstore has the BEST crawler diapers to ensure that your Little one will be crawling safely just as a good baby should.’ A video of an adult woman in a short t-shirt and one of their diapers was shown crawling on the floor after several attempts to stand and walk on her legs. The diaper looked gigantic and forced her legs into a wide stance, and apparently blocked her from gaining her balance when she attempted to stand. Her toothless drooling face was all smiles though as her ‘mommy’ watched her continue to crawl to her instead. The mom picked her up and was all smiles as she hugged the poor woman. Clearly it was guaranteed to sell to someone…

Thankfully Ivy continued past those without a glance as my stomach engaged in flip flops over the idea. Of course, it was just getting warmed up as I then saw diapers that ‘rewarded’ littles for wetting or pooping with extra features. There were others that promised to zap a little if they went without the parent giving them permission by turning the function off… Past all of that though was a smaller wall of genuine baby diapers that even looked identical to our dimensions. She grabbed one box that looked identical to Pampers back home, and placed them in the cart. At my glare she said, “While we’re here I figured we should get you some more nighttime diapers, huh?”

She kissed the top of my head and tickled my belly before whispering, “Relax, you’re okay.”

The next section of the store was a collection of strollers, playpens, and other baby gear, followed by a large area of cribs and bedding.

At the car seat aisle, she stopped. I was confused that she looked to be buying a new car seat. ‘What’s wrong with the one I have already?’ I wondered.

The more I looked at what she was looking at, I figured the one in the car must have been meant for a bigger baby than she felt I was. These seats had the handles to carry an infant in them if you wanted to leave them in the seat when you went somewhere. I kept my mouth shut as she browsed and eventually put the large box of a purple one inside the cart. I couldn’t read a lot of the writing on the box from my seat, but ‘Infants up to 55 pounds or 24 months’ was clearly visible.

I didn’t have long to really dwell on my being able to be defined as an infant though as she stopped on the other side of the aisle. This side featured a whole section of car accessories for babies. I saw carrier handle bead toy attachments, sun shades, and some mirrors for mothers to see their rear facing babies. She searched for a moment before finding the one item she seemed to obviously be looking for. It was a set of video screens; one was placed on the seat above the baby's car seat and the other mounted on the car dashboard for the driver. It let both the baby and mother see each other like a FaceTime video. They were pitched as also able to play movies and cartoons for the baby too. Ivy didn’t look at it long before tossing it into the cart with everything else she’d grabbed so far.

She passed up the stroller and playpen aisles, and kept moving until we finally came to the part of the store that she had actually claimed we were there for - clothing!

To my confusion she didn’t stop in the first girl’s section labeled ‘Little Girl’, or unsurprisingly the boy’s section that followed, instead she kept moving until we came to a second girls section labeled ‘Infant Girl.’ I looked around the section and wondered what the difference was here. She pushed me along for a moment before coming to a rack of dresses, “These are so cute!” She cooed.

She held several up to me, but mostly just piled the outfits she chose into the cart. She cooed at me and spoke to me like a toddler during the trip, but to my relief I was never taken in a room to try any of the dozens of outfits she picked out. ‘Maybe by not having me try them on she’s reinforcing I’m not a little to the others?’ I wondered. Several store clerks checked on her every now and then, but she declined their help each time.

The clothing she picked out was made up predominantly of dresses, and the rest seemed to accommodate easy diaper access. I blushed at the idea of being dressed in several of the onesies and rompers that she had tossed into the cart. Footed sleepers and several sets of pajamas, joined the casual shorts and t-shirts that seemed more appropriate given the warm temperatures outside. A couple of frilly one-piece swimsuits were tossed in for good measure before she started to leave. There was a shoe section that she had me try on a few pairs as she bought sneakers, sandals, dress shoes, and slippers that she liked without ever once asking my frustrated opinion.

Finally as she was moving to leave the clothing areas, I saw packs of panties on a wall just down from the shoes. ‘Maybe…’ I tugged at her shirt as I thought quickly.

“Mommy, big girl!” I said quietly to her and nodded to the wall.

“Hmm…” She said, “let’s take a look.”

 

HOLLY HAD MANAGED to behave in a way throughout the trip that Ivy couldn’t help but admire. She didn’t cry, scream, or react to all of the crazy things around her. This store truly claimed to be a one-stop shop for new parents, but that unfortunately meant for the kind of parents she despised too. When Holly grabbed at her shirt and pointed out the panties, she had wanted to ignore the clothing that she didn’t want to buy, but she wanted Holly to come to believe she needed the diapers and the babying. She wanted her to willingly accept it. Not believe that she was going to be forced into it without reason...

If that was the case then she really had demonstrated she could probably handle real panties at least while they were home. The problem was that real panties would make her accidents a much bigger deal when they began to happen… She’d already forced a box of diapers into the cart though, ‘why not give her some hope?’ she thought.

She looked through the small selection of panties and was surprised to see they went all the way down to twelve months at this store as regular panties. The character covered panties she picked in her size made her say “Aww… how cute!”

Featuring some cartoon princess characters on the front and back they had lace around the leg and waist bands and a little bow in the middle of the front. To her surprise they weren’t even padded! She grabbed a pack of twelve that they came in and put them in the basket. “We’ll see if Holly can be a big enough girl to wear these cute panties,” she told Holly with a smile.

“Pwincess!” Holly said with a smile.

‘Damn she’s a good actor…’ she couldn’t help but note.

“Yep! Just like Holly!” she tickled her belly just to make a little giggle happen. Holly’s face lit up as she tried to run from her but had nowhere to go.

She came to the elevators and rode down with the full cart of clothes and diapers to the first floor. This store made a large part of their money on the showrooms you began with, and this was where you picked up any big furniture or gear packages. She was fully ready on that front though in the nursery when she got to use it, so she just pushed to the checkouts.

“Did you find all you needed to ma’am?” an employee asked as she piled her purchases on the short belt.

“Yes I did,” she said, “thank you!”

“Your daughter is adorable! How old is she?”

“Twenty-months,” Ivy responded.

“For real, or is she a little that age?”

“For real,” Ivy told her with a smile.

“What’s with all of the clothes? Baby clothes are cheaper?”

“Actually, other than the diapers and the panties that are in that stack, the rest is all for my sister who just adopted!” she said with a smile.

“Wow, someone sure is getting a great shower!”

“She’d better appreciate it too!” Ivy told her with a smile.

The checker began ringing up her purchases and Ivy was actually shocked by how little she’d spent on this trip. Her previous trips there had been a lot more expensive! Out at the car she opened the new car seat box and unbuckled the one that was installed already. She put that one in the trunk while Holly watched dutifully from her seat in the cart. It was a major pain to install the base of the new car seat and latch everything in, but she was able to secure it after a bit of whispered swearing. Once everything was loaded into the car except her little girl, she looked at Holly and asked, “Need to use the potty before we go to lunch?”

“As long as I can go when we get there, I’m fine.”

“Okay,” she said with a smile as she buckled her into the new car seat. Her dress was in the way a bit so Ivy pulled it free of the buckle which exposed her bloomers. Ivy couldn’t help but check by pulling the bloomers down a bit to see all of the wetness indicators still showed dry on the Pull-Up.

“Good girl!” she said and closed her door before continuing around to the driver’s side.

‘Hopefully I won’t be giving her too many more of those compliments…’ she mused.

 

I HAD BLUSHED as Ivy checked my Pull-Up, but was glad it was dry. Even while we were leaving the store, I’d seen some horrific things being done to some littles. I shuddered every time I saw one of the ones that gave me a toothless grin with slobber going down their chests. ‘It’s probably one in ten that have that done…’ I thought in shock about it.

When she closed the door I asked, “What was the point?”

“What do you mean Holly?”

“Why buy me clothes from a littles store if you’re going to say I’m a real baby to everyone while we’re out?”

She sighed, “Baby clothes are meant for less wear than little clothes…”

“Huh?”

“Babies don’t usually wear out their clothing before they outgrow it. They might only wear an outfit or a dress six or seven times before they can’t squeeze in anymore. Littles don’t grow, so the clothing is better made most of the time, since it needs to last longer.”

“Oh…” I replied. ‘That actually makes a weird amount of sense…’ I admitted to myself. I looked down at my bare legs and couldn’t help but play with the skirt of the dress at that moment since it had ridden up easily within my grasp.

“I don’t normally do fast food Holly,” she said from the front seat, “but I figure this place will work? Would you rather have chicken nuggets or a hamburger when I order?”

I thought for only a second and said, “Chicken please.”

Just as I answered, she pulled to a stop and turned the car off. A moment later she came around to carry me inside.

“Potty?” I reminded to her. I was beginning to feel the urge and didn’t want to have any problems avoiding those strikes.

“Potty first,” she agreed as she grabbed the diaper bag that was also acting as her purse and carried me inside. I only got a quick glance as she carried me to the women’s room, but I could see this place was like McDonalds back home with a massive play area.

As she opened the door, I reminisced a bit in my head about when I had been small enough to play in them…

She quickly opened a stall and helped me with the diaper cover and Pull-Up. “Good girl! All dry still!” she said as she carefully balanced me on the toilet. She never took her hands off of me as I forced myself to pee with the still new parts and was rewarded with an uneven stream of urine going into the bowl. Feeling a bit of a need to poop I grunted while turning red from embarrassment and was rewarded with a small log that left as well.

“What a good girl!” Ivy cooed to me. She reached for tissue with one hand leaving me and then wiped me carefully before setting me on the ground. I grimaced about my still bare feet and the bathroom floor. She didn’t seem to think anything of it though as she said, “Let’s get your panties all back up now too!”

As we walked out of the stall after she picked me up there was a mother and her giant little girl waiting for the stall.

“Was that you that was a big girl?” The woman cooed at me. “Isn’t she a bit young to train?” she asked Ivy.

“I wouldn’t if she wasn’t showing she was ready… She’s been showing the signs so I decided to try.”

“How old is this princess?”

“Twenty months,” Ivy said with a sense of pride.

“Hmm… Maybe that’s where we went wrong,” the woman said looking at her daughter. “Evie here is five and still doesn’t make it to the potty on time most of the time. It’s about to the point of just admitting she’s going to be in diapers like the littles in her class for the rest of the year.”

“No Mommy!” The girl I noticed was crying. “Not baby!”

“Well then we need to be making it to the potty! This little baby is a bigger girl than you!” her mom said, “Let’s try the potty and then we’ll change your Pull-Up like a baby since you wouldn’t stop playing to use the potty,” she told her as she pushed her into the stall and closed the door.

Ivy used the sink to wash her hand and mine. As we were walking out the door, “Seriously you poopied too?!?”

I sighed with relief that it wasn’t me blowing my strikes as Ivy carried me to the counter.

“Welcome, what can I get for you?” the giant teenager behind the cash register asked Ivy.

“I’ll do a chicken salad with ranch, and a large drink to go with that.”

“Very good, and for the cutie?”

“If we can just do your small kids nugget meal with the toddler toy option?”

“Drink?”

“I’ve got juice for her.”

“That’ll be $11.38” the girl said as Ivy sat me down on the counter sitting on my butt so she could dig inside the bag for her wallet. I looked up at the board and realized that instead of just being kid meals and adult meals, there was also a separate ‘Littles Meals’ listed. It looked like the same thing as the kid’s meals for the first few options before disappearing into insanity with four pureed baby food versions of those meals next. Even as Ivy used a card to pay for our meals, I watched a tray with a plastic tub of ‘Littles Pureed Nuggets and Fries’ get picked up by a lady.

I nearly wanted to vomit thinking about it as Ivy picked me up and walked over to some high chairs and grabbed one to bring where we could look at the play equipment area. She pulled the high chair in place and placed me down before using the simple seatbelt to prevent me from getting out.

‘Why the hell did I do this?’ I asked myself as she sat down and dug through the bag to hand me my sippy cup.

“Here’s your cuppie,” she told me with a smile as she sat down.

I looked around at the play area and had to admit it looked like a place I would have loved as a kid. Of course, meant for giant kids I could see the sign of requirements with a tall mascot holding a large ruler, ‘Kids 3-9 must be under 7’ Tall to play on the playground.’

“Number 242” I heard from the counter and Ivy left me for just a second to go grab our food.

I got a look at one adult little male moving around on the playground while I waited. I could tell he was an actual adult by his huge biceps, even though his clothes and haircut looked more appropriate for a toddler. You could just see the frilly edges of the diaper he wore sticking up over the top of his pants as his shirt rode up. He seemed to be working on timidly climbing up a clear section of tube while a nearby ‘mother’ watched him. A moment later my focus quickly turned back to Ivy who had arrived with my food.

“Let’s get your bib on,” she said as she unfolded one from the diaper bag and velcroed it behind my head.

“Let me open up your sauce for you,” she said, and then presented me with a sweet and sour sauce dipping container, and nuggets, that were huge!

There were only four of them in the box, but they looked like they were each the size of my palm! She placed some apple slices that were even bigger in the top of the little box and said, “I’ll give you your toy after you eat.”

I shrugged, “Thanks Mommy,” and began attacking the first nugget. I dipped the tip of it in the large sauce container and bit a chunk off the end of it before carefully chewing and swallowing. It took me a while to finish the first nugget and my hands were already getting greasy and sticky, not to mention my stomach was filling!

I made it through two nuggets before attacking a gigantic apple slice and some of the juice. Ivy ate her salad while watching me, and I blushed as I realized she had literally been just staring at me eating the whole time. Another Amazon mother came in with two girls, “Go play for a bit while I get your food ordered.”

She saw me look at her and smiled, “Hi precious!” she said with a coo as she walked up to order.

I grabbed another apple slice figuring I was about done eating when I heard a shout from the play area. “Baby come here! You’re stinky and need a new diapee!” the biggest girl, who looked about seven from her face to me, but still stood over six feet in height. I watched as she dragged the shorter little out with her through a slide. “Where’s your mommy?” she asked the man who was red faced and scrambling to escape from the girl.

“Mommy’s right here,” the lady watching out for him said. “Did he make a boom boom in his diapee?”

“He’s stinky,” the little girl told her in affirmation.

“Well thank you for your help, we’ll go change this stinky boy.” The woman stepped away holding the boy's hand and walking him to the bathroom.

The two girls made eyes at me and I just hoped they’d leave me alone. Luckily enough the girl's food just arrived, “Come on girls let’s eat your food and then you can play more.”

I looked back at the apple slice in my hand and finished it before looking at the chicken nuggets and saying, “Done Mommy.”

She smiled at me, “Look at you my good little eater!” She pulled the travel wipes out of the diaper bag and proceeded to wipe my sticky face and hands with it before pulling the bib off. “You need to potty before we go home? Maybe you’ll get a nap on the ride home?”

I nodded my head to the potty while thinking, ‘I don’t need a nap.’ I did have to admit I was getting tired though. She carried me to the bathroom after throwing away my leftover food and repeated the potty process without any more incidents. Once we both had clean hands, she carried me out to the car and buckled me into the car seat.

“Did you get enough to eat? You didn’t eat that much…”

I looked up at her, “That was a ton of food for someone my size! Those chicken nuggets were practically half of a chicken breast in relation to me in my old dimension…”

She cocked her head a little thinking before nodding, “I never really thought about it before. I guess you’re right.”

She closed the door and jumped into the driver's seat, closing her door. “Umm… What time is it?”

“One in the afternoon, or 1700 Hours,” she told me.

“How many hours are in a day here?” I asked, “I remember the days are supposed to be longer, but don’t remember the actual length?”

“Thirty-two hours in our days sweetie, it’s part of why most of your kind need naps and longer sleep time here.”

“Why don’t you?”

“Our bodies evolved with the days here and can go twenty-six hours without sleep pretty easily. That’s longer than a full day for you back home, right?”

I nodded even though she couldn’t see me, “Yeah it is… So… I guess we just passed our equivalent of noon back home,” I noted to myself.

“Which is lunch time,” she said back to me.

“Thanks, I was curious,” I said, feeling a bit sleepier. “Another question… Why did the menu have kids’ menus and little menus separately? I noticed that you ordered for me off the kids’ menu?”

“The littles menu has items that have been… ‘enhanced’ for littles. They can be a bit addicting and I’d rather not have you eat them if we can avoid it.”

I nodded, that made sense. “How have they been enhanced?” I asked, yawning.

“Extra nutrients and they’re sweeter,” she told me while turning on the radio to something with classical sounding music.

That was what finally did me in as I closed my eyes and forgot any other questions I had.

 

IVY COULD HEAR the soft snores coming from the back and knew that the music had been enough to lull Holly to sleep. She was too bright for her own good and she worried if she started thinking about her food as being unsafe for her that it might complicate her next steps.

‘I wish I had gotten that video screen set installed so I could see her sleep, but that’ll be something to do at home,’ she thought.

Throughout the drive home she couldn’t help but dream of having Holly in that beautiful nursery that she’d put together for her! She’d based it on all of the best things that store had to offer. Well, except the robots. Once she’d seen Holly’s initial reaction, she knew that she’d been right to not mess with them. Holly would be best off in daycare with humans at the hospital, she didn’t need to be taken care of by a robot!

She navigated through the city streets until she came to her suburb and backed her car into the garage with the auto parking feature. She opened Holly’s door and just wanted to scoop her up and start fully babying her right there… but knew it wasn’t time yet. Holly hadn’t had a true freak-out on her yet - and it was really kind of disconcerting.

‘Not even yesterday when I diapered her…’ she noted as she picked up the sleeping little and carried her inside. Deciding her bed would be the best place for her to finish napping since she didn’t stir, she deposited her on it and pulled up the sheets over her little girl noting that the bed really was too big for her since she shrank. ‘Well, the crib is not that much smaller,’ she had to admit looking at her bed before heading out to the car.

She had lots of clothes to launder, diapers to put away, and that video monitor system to get setup. She smiled knowing that the moments her little girl napped, would be the best times to do the motherly chores that would only grow as her new baby settled in.

 

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Thank you to everyone who has liked/commented on this story so far! I appreciate all of your feedback! I hope that as I read them we'll see most of your questions/concerns answered in the future chapters. (Hard for me to tell you that without putting spoilers up!) I'll post again on Saturday. Thanks for reading!

[littleTomás]

On 4/28/2020 at 5:51 PM, BabySofia said:

Well I’m one of the sixty percent who can’t have babies.”

First off, fantastic story that I love and will definitely keep reading.

 

Yet I have to float a Diaper Dimension demography question and put on my engineering onesie for a hot second. If a society with advanced medicine, robotics, electronics, nanotechnology, etc. had a 40% fertility rate they would collapse within a century if they didn’t solve their population problem. The birth rate of a society for population growth must average 2.1 children per every 2 adults assuming 10% of the population doesn’t have children and 90% does. Hence, why in high-income countries where 1 or 2 kids (if any) is the norm, populations would decline if it weren’t for other factors like immigration from low-income countries with higher birth rates. The only way for the society to function in the future is for the fertility disorder to be eliminated from the genome. Also in the meantime why couldn’t the government compensate the fertile portion of the population and run large-scale IVF? Let alone eliminating the gene from the pool using their infinity more advanced version of CRISPR. Also, if there isn’t a cure than every couple that can have kids must, and the average number of kids per family must be 5. If the disorder persisted from generation to generation than the society would be guaranteed to collapse if only 40% of the second generation was able to have children. In that generation the number of kids per family would need to increase exponentially.

 

Great story, and as a result of this math unrelated to my final exams, I’m going to write a diaper dimension story about what happens to all the littles after the Amazon society’s inevitable collapse when I’m done with exams next week. ”So enamored with littles, researchers neglected to edit the Amazonian genome to remove the limits to the fertility rate. The disorder failed to naturally exit the gene pool having already penetrated too late. The stage is set in a country on the brink of collapse, littles outnumbering Amazons 3 to 1.” Thanks for the inadvertent inspiration you gave me ?

[Baby Billy]

Another great chapter as always.  I to am worried about how calm Holly has been for the two shopping trips and all the horror she has seen.  That is the type of person that eventually goes on a shorting spree and  kills their co-workers in the end.  I think that the way Ivy is treating her will back fire on her when she finally make the final move to full on baby mode.?

[Sarah Penguin]

Hmm are you scared of robot nannies, BabySofia ?  Seems to have come up a few times in your stories I finks

[Arendeth]

Thanks for the chapter. Those robo nannies are quite horrid in my opinion.

[BabySofia]

5 hours ago, littleTomás said:

The stage is set in a country on the brink of collapse, littles outnumbering Amazons 3 to 1.” Thanks for the inadvertent inspiration you gave me ?

I confess I've had that thought before with the population. I look forward to seeing where you take that!

3 hours ago, Baby Billy said:

 I think that the way Ivy is treating her will back fire on her when she finally make the final move to full on baby mode.?

?.             ?

3 hours ago, Sarah Penguin said:

Hmm are you scared of robot nannies, BabySofia ?  Seems to have come up a few times in your stories I finks

In real life? Might be the only way for an adult to truly experience being babied... I've often thought a full size replica 'mother' who could cradle you while you sleep would be awesome  Diaper dimension robot nannies? Every story about them has not had them being kind! Those kind would make me cry!

2 hours ago, Arendeth said:

Thanks for the chapter. Those robo nannies are quite horrid in my opinion.

Agreed! Thanks for the comment! 

 

2 hours ago, Hopsalot said:

Can’t wait for that trip to the hospital! I found two little mistakes while reading, one of them is a double she in one of the earlier paragraphs and another is “giant teenage” instead of teenager, right around when they’re ordering food. 
 

amazon children can be real meanies it seems!

I'll go back and look for those in a minute. Thanks for the catch! 

[SGTbaby]

Very nice chapter and fun time out. I think the introduction of babying steps farther will be fun. The milk will definitely be interesting especially if it has any side effects to her continence.

[kirababy]

interesting description of the baby store - very surreal to have all that bondage stuff there, but i guess it is a different world.  Loved the description of Holly's reaction, and that Ivy was rushing through certain sections, but not so fast they did not need describing.