diaper dimension The Earth Dimension: Chapter Thirteen

[Cya]

Man, that is one hell of an exceptionally executed cliffhanger! I love the cast of characters and can only wonder how a deal will be brokered. 

[Veggeto]

On 2/1/2021 at 11:51 AM, ValentinesStuff said:

So Irene doesn't make you replace her. ?

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On 2/2/2021 at 12:51 PM, Cya said:

Man, that is one hell of an exceptionally executed cliffhanger! I love the cast of characters and can only wonder how a deal will be brokered. 

Thank you! ?

 

 

Chapter Eight

 

“Don’t you want to reunite Layla with her mother?” I asked, holding the tablet in one hand next to my body.

“That’s not our concern,” Mr. Jones simply stated without an explanation. I didn’t expect that response from him. I looked at Ray who had the same puzzled look on his face. I returned my attention towards the screen.

“So what is your concern? What is it that you want?” I asked Mr. Jones.

“Our concern lies with what is an even trade, like I said before, trading a drooling baby for a Major is not really a fair trade now, is it?” He asked snobbish. “I am sure if you were in our position, you would think the same.” As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. We would try to do the same.

“So what is it that you’re suggesting?” I asked. I had one bargaining chip, and I hadn’t planned on using it this quickly.

“Throw in some of yours. A one to one trade doesn’t seem very fair to me, considering Major Lessers importance. We are thinking more of a three to one deal. More is always welcome, of course,” Mr. Jones shrugged. Talking about us if we were some kind of toy.

“We only have one availabe. From my understanding, our people, or portal Littles as you call them, are worth quite something in your dimension. Isn’t that correct?” I asked, keeping my composure. “”

“Certainly! Also one of the reasons why we are so keen on keeping Major Lesser here. He is already settled in here, and his mommy loves him, very much,” Mr. Jones said with a wink. “But for three Littles we are happy to exchange him.” 

“Two is what we can offer,” I said. This has proven to be much more difficult than I originally thought. I was hoping to come to a better understanding quicker since Layla came from one of the better countries. Surely they would want her back? I stood there, completely perplexed at what to do next. Three was out of the question, we only have Kara as an extra. Where would we even find one more person on short notice? 

“We want three, or more,” Mr. Jones stated.

I shook my head a little, barely noticeable. I should have known better with these people. There was no arguing with their kind, and if you did, you only made it worse. The answer to what to do finally came to me. One last ditch effort that was completely out of my hands, since it all depended on one person. One person I couldn’t control.

“Very well then, since we aren’t getting to a reasonable conclusion for both parties,” I took a deep breath and took a short pause. “Your organisation will keep Matthew, and we will keep Layla.”

I quickly ended the live feed, but not before getting the satisfaction of seeing David Jones' shocked face.

 

“What the h-, I mean, What is your plan now?” Ray asked as we walked back to the elevator.

“We’ll wait for the reprimand from the people upstairs. I am sure they were watching with us and are going to chew us out. Well, mostly me,” I said. The elevator door closed and Ray pushed the button for the nursery floor.

“And after you survive that?” Ray asked.

“Waiting. A whole lot of waiting,” I said, seeing the elevator doors opening.

“Waiting for what?” Ray asked, a little agitated. We walked towards the two way mirror and looked at the nursery.

“For mama bear to awaken,” I said calmly, looking at the two babies.

 

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Layla and I were still sitting next to the wooden box when Helen returned to the nursery. She held the door open for Ed, who was carrying a pink plateau into the room. Ed walked back and forth a couple of times carrying plastic poles and chairs. Once complete, he quickly assembled the pieces together. It was the table and chairs Helen had promised to bring. I had hoped for a normal set, but somehow I knew we were getting a children's version of it. Although it appeared a little bit bigger then normal.

“There you go,” Ed said, tightening the last bolt. He stood up and quickly left the nursery as Helen thanked him. He didn’t say a word to us or even took a quick look. A part of me was glad that he didn’t, another part was hurt that he wouldn’t even say hello accompanied with a quick wave. 

 

The door closed and we were left alone with Helen. She picked up the table with ease and brought it over to us.

“Is it to your liking?” Helen asked as she put the table down in front of us. A question directed to both of us.

“Uhu! It looks like the one I have at home,” Layla said standing up, inspecting the table. Helen quickly retrieved the two chairs that were in the same color as the table and sat them down next to the table.

“Better than a wooden box, isn’t?” Helen asked.

“Thank you!” Layla said, grabbing the papers and markers from the box and putting them on the table. Layla sat down on one of the chairs and inspected it. “This height is perfect!” Layla said, grabbing one of the markers and started to draw again. 

“I am glad you’re liking it. What do you think, Kara?” Helen asked me.

“Beats sitting on the floor,” I said meekly and moved to the other chair and sat down.

“I am glad that it is to your liking,” Helen said with a smile. “Now, it’s almost dinner time. What would you like to eat Layla?”

“Euhm, I don’t know, what are my options?” Layla asked, pausing her drawing.

“Anything you want,” Helen said, still smiling. “Except ice cream.” 

Layla was deep in thought, probably not knowing what tasted good here.

“Can I have pizza?” I asked, hoping that it would help Layla choose something.

“I asked Layla first, I will get to you in a minute,” Helen said sweetly but condescendingly.  

I immediately looked at the floor and felt my cheeks burn red again.

“Pizza sounds good, I think,” Layla spoke up. “I hope it doesn’t taste as bland as the sandwich from earlier.”

“We try to make it as tasty as possible! What would you like on your pizza?” Helen chirped. I sat there in silence, not paying attention to Layla's list of ingredients. I was still looking at the floor, waiting my turn.

“Sounds like a tasty pizza! What would you like, Kara?” Helen asked, turning her attention towards me. 

“Uh, salami with jalapenos?” I asked with a little uncertainty. I looked up and saw that Helen was typing away on her cellphone.

“You like jalapenos?” Layla asked me.

“I like my food with a little bite,” I answered. Layla gave me a questionable look but remained silent.

“Coming right up!” Helen chirped as she put her phone away. “Let’s clean up here so that we can eat our pizzas,” Helen said, picking up the box and moving it in the closet. Layla put the markers back in the package and put them on the stack of papers.  “Such a good girl,” Helen said towards Layla as she picked up the pile and put it in the closet.

“Nanny, can we get some pencils too? I would like to draw more detailed stuff.” Layla said, moving her fingers across the table.

“Of course Layla, you will get them tomorrow,” Helen said, closing the closet and standing next to the table. “Anything I can get you Kara?” Helen asked me.

“Not anything I can think of,” I answered, shaking my head a little.

“Okay, if you can think of anything just let me know,” Helen said, putting a hand on my shoulder and squeezing it a little. 

 

We chatted a little about nonsense while we were waiting for our pizza’s to arrive. A ding went across the room and Helen got up and walked to the wall. She grabbed three square boxes from the hole and two bottles. Helen brought it over to us and sat them down on the table. She moved towards the closet and grabbed two plastic looking sheets from it and walked over to us.

“Pink for Layla,” Helen said as she buttoned the sheet behind Layla’s neck. It was a bib with a receptacle on the bottom. “And blue for Kara,” Helen almost sang. She stood behind me and placed the baby blue bib on my chest and buttoned it. I gritted my teeth a little, feeling the plastic hanging loosely around my neck. Helen sat down on her knees between me and Layla. I looked around and noticed there wasn’t another chair in the room.

“Where is your chair?” I asked Helen, as gave us the bottles with water and opened the pizza boxes.

“I kinda forgot to include myself,” she chuckled. “But don’t worry, I’ll be fine. This one is yours I believe,” she said as she handed me the open box with my pizza in it. My mouth watered at the sight of it. I moved the flap to see which restaurant they ordered from. The pizzas came from the best pizza restaurant in town, Lissa’s Pizza’s!

“Thank you!” I said while eagerly grabbing a slice. I looked over at Layla who was eyeing her pizza as if she doubted it was even a pizza. “Something wrong?” I asked her.

“Beside the ice cream and cookies, everything else was either gross or bland,” she answered.

“Try it,” Helen said reassuringly.

“It’s the best pizza place in town!” I said, before taking a bite from my pizza. I moaned a little, trying to show Layla that it was really tasty. Layla grabbed a slice and carefully brought it to her mouth. She took a small bite and chewed carefully. She swallowed it and took another bite, this one a little bigger. 

“See?” I said before shoving the rest of the slice in my mouth.

“Careful Kara, you don’t want to burn the roof of your mouth, now do you?” Helen asked rhetorically. “How does yours taste Layla?”

“It’s okay, luckily not that bland,” Layla said after swallowing.

“Want to try a slice of mine?” I asked her, holding up a slice.

 “I don’t really like spicy,” she answered, looking suspiciously at the slice I was holding.

“No harm in trying,” Helen said, “One little bite?”

“One tiny little bite,” Layla said, taking the slice from and taking, indeed, a tiny little bit. She munched it slowly and swallowed it after a minute. She immediately took another bite, this one far bigger.

“I guess you like it?” I asked her.

“Ywes!” Layla answered with her mouth full, quickly taking another bite.

“Slowly down Layla, or you will get the hiccups,” Helen said, putting her hand on Layla’s.

 

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This was the best pizza I have ever tasted! The jalapenos weren't even that spicy, but just tingled my tongue a little. Back home I sometimes tried a little bit of mommy’s food, that usually left me spitting it out and feeling like my tongue was on fire. I tried to play it safe in this world with ham and pineapple pizza. Sadly, apart from the pineapple my pizza was almost tasteless.

“Can we swap our pizza’s?” I asked Kara as I picked up my pizza box.

“Sure,” Kara said reluctantly, picking up her box. The nanny helped us swap our boxes.

“I hope it’s okay that I keep mine,” she joked. I don’t know what kind of pizza she has, but it smelled horrible. Kara seemed to like the taste of my old pizza and quickly ate it all up. I was soon done with mine and closed the cardboard box. I let out a little belch and patted my tummy. Kara was also done with her pizza, she nibbled a little on a crust and let it fall in the box.

“All done?” The nanny asked, stacking the boxes as she stood up. She grabbed a few wipes from near the crib and walked back to me and Kara. She cleaned my mouth and hands and removed the bib, inspecting the few chunks that had fallen in. “Why don’t you sit near the tv screen and I put something on?” nanny asked.

“Okay,” I answered. I grabbed my bottle and waddled towards the tv screen.

“What a good girl,” I heard nanny saying to Kara. I turned around and saw that nanny was cleaning Kara’s face and hands with a wipe. She removed the bib from Kara. Kara’s face had turned completely red and shyly thanked the nanny. She got up with the bottle in her hand and waddled over to me.

“I am stuffed,” Kara said, sitting down next to me.

“Me too, thank you for swapping the pizza with me,” I said, giving Kara a quick hug. I saw the nanny put the boxes back in the wall.

“So, that’s all taken care of,” The nanny said, clapping softly in her hands. “What do you want to watch?”

“Do you have the same shows here as at home?” I asked. 

“Sadly no, we can watch something else. Maybe Kara has a suggestion?” Nanny asked Kara.

“The only show I know is Puffin Rock,” Kara said slowly.

“Let’s see if they have that here,” nanny said and grabbed the remote. She turned the TV on and a gallery of cartoon images appeared. Nanny scrolled through it and stopped at an image of various animals including three birds with the show title above it.

Nanny pressed another button and the show began to play.

 

I had fun watching the bird, or puffin, having all kinds of adventures. There even was a little mouse that farted a lot! In between laughs and chuckles I drained my bottle. Kara looked more bored than interested watching the show. Only taking a few sips from her bottle every now and then. 

“Who do you like the most?” I asked Kara when the first episode was over.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I guess Flynne,” Kara continued, looking at me and giving me a little smile. “Who is yours?” 

“Mossy, or Spikey,” I said, playing with one of my pigtails a little. The second episode came on and we both watched it in silence

After the second episode the nanny did another diaper check, finding me wet, but not wet enough to give me a change right away. She moved on to Kara, instead of checking her by pulling the waistband of the diaper, nanny asked her.

“How is your diaper holding up?” Nanny asked her. Kara’s cheeks turned red again, this time less than before. Maybe she’s getting used to all of this.

“Still dry,” Kara said shyly. I wondered why nanny didn’t check Kara as he did with me. I shook it off as Kara being not used to being checked, maybe they had an agreement of some sort.

“Are you sure?” Nanny asked. 

“Pretty sure,” Kara nodded. 

“Okay,” the nanny gave Kara a skeptical look, but left it at that and got back to her spot on the floor.

 

We continued watching Puffin Rock with episode three. I occasionally took a quick look towards Kara, and wondered why she had lied about being dry. Even I could see that she had used her diaper. Not by much, but still noticeable. I am sure nanny has seen it too. I decided not to say anything, I didn’t want to make things more awkward for Kara. After episode three had ended I let out a little yawn.

“Tired?” Kara asked, still looking bored.

“Pretty much, I mean after today,” I said, fumbling with my pacifier a little.

“Can’t blame you,” Kara said, also letting out a little yawn.

“Seems like you two could use a good night's sleep,” nanny said, standing next to us with a hairbrush in her hand and the remote in the other. She switched the TV off and put the remote away.

“I know I do,” I said while stretching my arms.

“Bottles are on their way, in the meantime let’s prepare your hair for bed,” nanny said, moving behind Kara. “Let’s begin with you,” she said towards Kara.

Nanny knelt down behind Kara and began to undo her tight ponytail. I saw Kara flinching a little but she didn’t say anything.

“Such greasy hair,” nanny said, moving her fingers through Kara’s hair. “We’ll fix that tomorrow.”

Nanny carefully but quickly brushes Kara’s hair. I figured it must have been years since the last time someone brushed her hair. Nanny took a baby blue hair tie out of her pocket and quickly fashioned a ponytail again.

“All done, why don’t you wait by the crib,” nanny said, squeezing Kara’s shoulder.

“Okay,” Kara said as she stood up. Nanny walked on her knees behind me and began to undo my braided pigtails.

“What does mommy usually do with your hair before bed?” Nanny asked while brushing my hair.

“Just a big braid,” I answered. “With a bow at the end.”

“You got lovely hair for that. What color do you want the hair tie to be?” Nanny asked while braiding my hair.

“Since Kara has blue, can I have pink?” I asked

“Sure you can!” Nanny said cheerfully, grabbing a pink hair tie from her pocket and putting it in my hair.

“Thank you,” I said. I got up and waddled over to Kara, she was waiting patiently next to the crib. I saw that nanny had already chosen our onesies. A pink one, probably for me, and a baby blue one that I assume was for Kara

“SInce the bottles aren’t here yet, I will change you into your night time diapers,” nanny said, grabbing the changing mat from under the crib.

“Up you go, Kara,” nanny said, looking at Kara. 

“Isn’t Layla going first?” Kara asked with a puzzled look.

“Now it’s your turn being first. I am doing this alternaly,” nanny said, grabbing the supplies from the shelf and lying them next to the mat. “So hop on.” 

I could hear Layla swallow audibly and slowly move on the mat and laid down. She closed her eyes and let nanny do her job. Nanny quickly changed Kara out of a wet diaper and into a new one. This diaper was white and had unicorns and rainbows printed on it.

“All diapered up!” The nanny chriped. “Now let’s remove this and put this on you,” she said, pointing at the camisole and onesie at the same time. Kara put her arms up and let the nanny remove the camisole and bra. Nanny quickly put the onesie over Kara’s head and with a little help from Kara, she snapped the onesie in place.

“Looks cute on you,” nanny said towards Kara. Kara blushed again and even showed a little smile.

Finally it was my turn on the mat and I too got to wear the unicorn and rainbow diaper. I got put into the pink onesie and was instructed to sit down next to Kara while waiting for our bottles. 

 

Our bottles arrived and nanny gave us our bottles. It was filled with warm milk.

“Thank you nanny,” I said before putting the bottle in my mouth. I took a few sips and to my relief it tasted fine. almost the same as mommy gives me after lunch and before bedtime.

I suckled it down at a steady pace. I looked over at Kara, she also sucked at a constant pace, although slower than me. 

I finished my bottle and let out a big belch.

“Such a good girl,” nanny cooed. “”Let’s get you into your crib.”

Kara was still busy with her bottle as I laid down under the covers in the crib with nanny’s help. 

“Do you want a lullaby?” Nanny asked me. 

“No thank you, mommy never does that,” I said while shaking my head. Kara had emptied her bottle and stood next to us.

“Also done, good girl,” nanny cooed softly at Kara. “But I didn’t hear a burp,” nanny continued. To Kara’s surprise nanny started rubbing her back slowly and let out a small burp.

“Wow, okay,” Kara said, surprised by herself.

“That better?” The nanny asked her while continuing to rub her back.

“It actually is, thank you,” Kara said.

“Glad to hear, jump in next to Layla, and let’s tuck you in,” nanny said, holding up the covers a little. Kara scooted in next to me and gave me a weak smile.

“Now you two be good,” nanny said, booping our noses. “If there is anything you need just yell and someone will bring it to you.”

“You’re not staying?” I asked.

“Not for the nights no,” nanny said. “But no need to worry, there is always someone in the building to look after you,” nanny continued. 

“Owh, okay,” I said, not sure how to feel at the news of nanny leaving.

“And you got Kara right next to you,” nanny said, trying to cheer me up.

“That’s true,” I said, looking at Kara. She was smiling a little, but it felt just for show, what goes through her mind right now?

“Goodnight Layla and Kara, sweet dreams,” nanny whispered, moving the crib bars up and locking them into place. She walked to the door and gave us one last look. “Bye bye,” she waved as the door opened and stepped through. The door closed with a soft bang, and the lights dimmed. Kara was trying to find a good position to sleep in.

“First nights in bulky diapers are pretty though,” I chuckled towards Kara.

“Uhu,” was Kara’s only reply. This time I decided to ask about her mood.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her, trying in my most motherly voice. Kara shifted again so our faces were right next to each other. 

“I have to poop,” she whispered almost inaudible.

[Guilend]

Okay, I wasn't going to read this at first because a little coming to our world didn't sound too interesting, but after I noticed there's a lot of chapters I kind of skipped ahead to kind of get an idea of the story and it caught my interest so I just read it all and boy am I glad I did.

 

I wonder if the big boss lady will end up in more trouble then she thinks or get a punishment she's not letting everyone else know about.  I can imagine her immediate boss might use her past as punishments on her because she can't exactly do anything about it. Like giving her a good spanking or ordering her to potty in her big girl panties and have the Nanny punish and diaper her for it. 

I can't wait till Kara gets her first spanking. And I'm curious to see if this all will end up turning her on. She might enjoy the rocking horse lol

[Moon3ye]

Am I the only one who thinks: just get 2 out of jail but tell the other side that they need to be treated well with hypnosis.

[Cya]

That was an excellent move. Layla's mom will raise hell and that guy will definitely take two for one. 

[Guilend]

The boss probably should hope her plan works. If not there's a chance the higher ups will make her the third one.

[Veggeto]

4 hours ago, Guilend said:

Okay, I wasn't going to read this at first because a little coming to our world didn't sound too interesting, but after I noticed there's a lot of chapters I kind of skipped ahead to kind of get an idea of the story and it caught my interest so I just read it all and boy am I glad I did.

 

I wonder if the big boss lady will end up in more trouble then she thinks or get a punishment she's not letting everyone else know about.  I can imagine her immediate boss might use her past as punishments on her because she can't exactly do anything about it. Like giving her a good spanking or ordering her to potty in her big girl panties and have the Nanny punish and diaper her for it. 

I can't wait till Kara gets her first spanking. And I'm curious to see if this all will end up turning her on. She might enjoy the rocking horse lol

Thank you! I'm glad you're liking it! ?

We'll see what Irene's fate will be. Safe to say that some people are not happy with her decision.

3 hours ago, Moon3ye said:

Am I the only one who thinks: just get 2 out of jail but tell the other side that they need to be treated well with hypnosis.

Sure, but that would be the easy way ?

 

1 hour ago, Cya said:

That was an excellent move. Layla's mom will raise hell and that guy will definitely take two for one. 

Let's hope so! ?

[Yas9119]

Thank you for these eight wonderfull chapters and OH BOY messing with a mother is not a good idea. Poor poor Davy boy.

[Arendeth]

Thanks for the chapter.

[SGTbaby]

Perfect time for the first poop! Lol. Nice chapter and I like how they are going to let th mom do her thing. 

[Veggeto]

13 hours ago, Yas9119 said:

Thank you for these eight wonderfull chapters and OH BOY messing with a mother is not a good idea. Poor poor Davy boy.

Thank you! You don't mess around with mommies..

 

3 hours ago, Arendeth said:

Thanks for the chapter.

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3 hours ago, SGTbaby said:

Perfect time for the first poop! Lol. Nice chapter and I like how they are going to let th mom do her thing. 

It's going to be a long night for Kara...

[Veggeto]

Chapter Nine

 

“I have to poop,” I said quietly, feeling another cramp hit my bowels. The cramps began right after dinner, maybe jalapenos on my pizza wasn’t such a good idea after all. Even though I just had a few slices, I could feel it making its way through my insides. That I haven't gone number two since yesterday morning probably didn’t help either. I wondered how Layla was holding up after eating most of my pizza.

“Oh,” Layla said, putting her arm around me and trying her best to comfort me. 

“Any advice?” I asked her. My only experience with diapers was wetting them, I never dared to poop in them. I was, and still am, too afraid of the smell and mess it made.

“Just go, holding it in is only going to make it worse,” Layla answered, squeezing my arm.

“But then I have to sleep in a dirty diaper all night,” I said, feeling another cramp hit me.

“Oh, I haven’t thought about that. Mommy usually changes me right away when I make a messy,” Layla said with a puzzled look. She let go of me and sat up straight,

“I don’t think that’s an option for me,” I said. I looked up at the ceiling seeing the glow in the dark stars and planets glowing softly. They really went all out with this nursery. I saw Layla looking around the room and stopped at the two way mirror.

“We can always yell for someone to come and change you,” Layla said, keeping her focus on the mirror.

“And have Ray or Ed change my diaper? No thank you,” I sighed, closing my eyes. Feeling my faith coming closer with every cramp. After a few minutes Layla leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“Uh, I, well, maybe...” Layla stammered.

“What is it?” I said softly, hands on my stomach.

“Well, perhaps… I don’t have, much experience with it. Maybe I can change your diaper?” Layla mumbled.

“What?” I said, shocked.

“I don’t have much experience changing other Littles diapers, but I did undergo it a couple of thousand times,” she said, trying to reassure me. I kept my focus on the ceiling, feeling and hearing my inside gurgling. Helen did warn us not to remove our diapers by ourselves but did she really expect me to sleep in a messy diaper all night? Surely she would feel sorry for me and understand why we did it? So far she seemed pretty understanding of it all. Tens of questions and scenarios ran through my mind, hoping I would come to the right decision.

“I don’t know,” I uttered when another cramp hit me. I really didn’t know what to do. Layla sat there in silence, watching me with a pitiful look on her face.

 

“Okay,” I said after a while, Having mulled over every option and figured this was the best one. I knew it was the wrong thing to do, well both of them, shitting and being changed by Layla. I figured I didn’t have any other option. I sat up and grabbed the bars from the crib. Layla nodded silently and looked away. I lifted my butt a little so it was hovering over the mattress. I tightened my grip on the bars and started pushing. It started to slowly come out of me and I felt it dropping down in the seat of the diaper. I pushed harder and felt a big log coming out of my anus. I squeezed it off and it fell with a little audible thud. The cramps subdued as I pushed more and more into my diaper. I felt a sweat drop slowly gliding down my cheek as I was done. I kept my squatting position in the crib and held the bars tight. I didn’t want the mess to spread around and cake on my butt.

“Feel better?” Layla asked, concerned, sitting down next to me.

“Uhu,” I wheezed. I looked through the bars, finding the latch and let the bars down. “Please change me,” I whimpered.

Layla nodded and exited the crib to the shelved with diapers and changing supplies. She collected them all at the foot of the crib and took the changing mat from under it. 

“Here, lie down,” she said softly. I slowly got out of the crib and carefully laid down on the mat. I felt the mess slightly wrapping around my bottom as I put more weight on it. “Don’t worry, I will clean it up,” Layla said , looking at my face. Layla unfolded the diaper, opened the buttons of my onesie and slid it up my chest. She untaped my diaper and winced at the smell coming from it.

“Luckily these tapes are easy,” she said as she took a few wipes and cleaned my crotch. “Legs up,” Layla instructed. I put my legs in the air and felt a cold wipe moving around my butt. Layla quickly cleaned my butt and anus with more wipes than I expected. She tossed the used wipes in the diaper and balled it up.

“Hard part is over,” Layla said as she slid the clean diaper under me. She carefully sprinkled powder round my privates and taped the diaper shut. “Not my best work, but it beats sitting in a messy diaper huh?” Layla asked, getting up and tossing the soiled diaper in the diaper pail.

 

We slowly got back into the crib and raised the bars. It took a little to figure out how to latch them shut, but eventually we did it. We got comfortable under the blankets and I turned to Layla.

“Thank you,” I said, giving Layla a big hug.

“That’s what sisters are for,” she said, hugging me back tightly. I blushed a little, does she really consider me as her sister? I quickly let that thought be and kept hugging Layla. Her body against mine, the warmth, the softness of it, felt really nice after the whole ordeal. We hugged each other for a couple of minutes in silence, our faces right next to each other. I felt her warm breath on my skin.

“Layla,” I said, breaking the silence. I saw her eyes opening slowly.

“Yes Kara?” She asked.

“How come you didn’t suck on your pacifier the last few hours? Or hugged the seal?” I asked, putting a little distance between us.

“Oh, I didn’t notice,” she answered a little confused. I could see she went deep in thought. 

“Probably has to do with my mommy’s milk,” Layla answered a couple of minutes later, still with a puzzled look on her face.

“your mommy’s milk?” I asked.

“Uhu, she nurses me before my nap and bedtime. Most of the time I fall right to sleep while nursing,” Layla said calmly. I however couldn't keep my cool.

“Wait, nursing? As in, being breastfed?!” I yelped, backing away from her a little. 

“Yeah, nursing. Don’t people do that here?” Layla asked, surprised. I regained my cool a little. I should have known they nursed the Littles over there. Layla’s dimension keeps surprising me with every little fact. How can one dimension be so similar and strange at the same time?

“We do, but only the new borns usually,” I answered, thinking back at the websites that I had visited. I had seen pictures and videos there of adults being nursed by their mommies.  

“You have never nursed since then?” Layla asked, luckily not paying too much attention at my little freak out.

“No,” I stated. “Some adults do, I guess,” I shrugged. “But wait, you like being breastfed?”

“Of course! It’s the best feeling in the world. You can’t get any closer to a soft warm body! The milk is amazing, very creamy and warm. Being held like that while your stomach is slowly filling up on her warm milk is the best feeling I have ever experienced! Drifting off to sleep is a nice bonus too!” Layla said enthusiastically. Showing a big smile while she was talking.

“That, sounds really good,” I admitted. Her description of being breastfed did sound really good. Still it required drinking it directly from the source. I blushed a little at the thought of it.

“It really is!” Layla said.

“What does that to do with your pacifier and seal?” I asked, getting back on topic.

“Oh yeah. Well, breastfeeding has a few side effects,” Layla started. “One of them is that you lose your bladder control very quickly. Same goes for your bowels too, but that takes a little longer. The other is that you regress.”

“Really? And you choose that willingly? Losing your control, down there?” I asked bewildered.

“Uhu, one way or another, most Littles will end up adopted and in diapers, remember?” She answered. “I love the way it makes me feel, and it makes my bond with mommy way stronger!”

“Right,” I nodded. “How far did you regress?”

“At first almost to an infant level. I didn’t really like that, sometimes I didn’t remember being regressed for days,” Layla said. “The longer I nursed from mommy’s breast the better it got. Like my body needed to get used to it, build up a tolerance.”

“I get it,” I said, remembering my first year of drinking alcohol.

“Because of that I like to suckle on my paci and carry around a stuffy, it makes me feel good,” Layla said, grabbing her pacifier and inspecting it. “I didn’t expect it to wear off so quickly,” she continued, dropping her pacifier.

“I understand it,” I said, grabbing her hand.

“You also have a paci and a stuffie?” Layla asked.

“Nonono,” I said quickly, shaking my head a little. “Well, I do have a stuffie. I have it since I was three or four.”

“What animals is it?” Layla asked.

“A polar bear,” I answered.

“I know what a bear is, but what is a polar bear?”

“You don’t know what a polar bear is?” I said, sitting up. “It’s a bear from the arctic.”

“We only have big brown bears as far as I know of,” Layla answered, also sitting up. “What’s the arctic?”

“The North Pole?” 

“Doesn’t ring a bell,” Layla answered, shaking her head. The pig tails quickly following.

“South Pole then? Sure your world must have Poles in your world? Even magnetic ones,” I said.

“Not that I remember. I will ask my mommy about it when I go back, if you want?” Layla asked.

 

We talked a lot about the differences between our world. From differences in geography to animals to TV-shows. Apparently they had some very messed up children's shows that make you use your diaper on command. I had asked Layla about why Amazon's approach their Littles differently, from sweet and caring, to total abuse. Sadly Layla didn’t know the answer. She did tell me that there was a whole variety of accessories to customize your Little, as if they were dolls. Ranging from a complete baby to a literal pet sucking on a pacifier that makes cat noises.

In return I told Layla everything I could about my world. Although Layla only wanted to hear me sum up all the animals that I knew. We fell asleep cuddling each other and making the promise to draw the animals tomorrow.

 

The next morning I awoke at the sound of the nursery door opening and closing again. I slowly opened my eyes, seeing that Layla was still asleep with her thumb in her mouth. Helen was approaching the crib and slowly unlatched the bars and carefully slid them down.

“Good morning,” Helen whispered.

“Good morning,” I answered back, rubbing my eyes a little. Layla softly stirred.

“How did it go last night?” Helen asked, looking at me and putting a hand on Layla’s back.

“Good,” I said, nodding along. “We talked a lot.”

“That sounds nice,” Helen said, slowly rubbing Layla’s back. “Are you waking up sweety?” Helen chirped.

“Nooo, please, five more minutes?” Layla asked groggily, turning around.

“I guess we can do that. How about you Kara? Reading for your morning change?” Helen said, turning her attention to me. I prodded my diaper a little and nodded.

“I think so,” I said, while scooting out of the crib, being helped by Helen. Embarrassment flashed over me while she held me by my hand and armpit.

“And off you go!” Helen cooed, landing me on the floor. Helen grabbed the changing mat from under the crib and instructed me to get on it. I laid down and decided to not close my eyes this time but to look up at the ceiling.

“Let’s see what the damage is,” Helen chirped as she untaped my diaper. Layla stirred a little more in her crib, probably taking up the whole mattress now that I was gone. Helen tapped on my leg, instructing me to hold them up. I did as I was told, helding my legs up with my arms.

“What is this?” Helen asked, wiping a wet wipe across my anus. I jerked a little at the cold thouch.

“What is what?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. I looked at Helen through the small gap between my legs.

“This,” Helen said sternly, showing me the wipe she used earlier. There was a brown streak in the middle of it. “There is more where that came from. Do you have to tell me something Kara?” 

I gulped audible, fearing for what was to come. I figured I was better off with telling the truth. If she took one quick look in the diaper pail she would find out immediately.

“Right after you left I had to poop. First I didn’t want to, since it meant a whole night of staying in a dirty diaper but Layla said she could change me. So I relieved myself and right after Layla changed me and we got back in the crib,” I said meekly and quickly. While I did my story Layla sat up in the crib, slowly opening her sleepy eyes.

“Is that true?” Helen asked towards Layla.

“Uhu,” Layla said sleepily. Helen let out an audible sigh and turned back to me.

“Kara, you know what I said yesterday? About touching your diaper and the role you have to play here?” Helen said condensently.

“I do, but did di-” I wanted to defend myself before being cut short by Helen.

“I have a role to play here too,” Helen said. “I am sorry, but I have to punish you for this.”

“What? Why? Technically I didn’t remove my diaper!” I said, a little shocked. 

“That’s true, I did,” Layla spoke up.

“And I will deal with you too. First Kara,” Helen said, quickly cleaning my butt and removing my onesie, leaving me completely naked. All my shyness for the two way mirror was gone, instead I kept my focus on Helen, not knowing what she was going to do. Helen stood up and walked over towards the shelfs with diapers and other supplies.

“Since you didn’t want to stay in a dirty diaper last night, I figured letting you stay in one now is a fitting punishment,” She said, grabbing two diapers and a small box and walking back towards me.

“I don’t need to poop,” I said, looking scared at the box Helen was holding.

“This will make sure of that,” Helen said, shaking the box. Helen knelt down in front of me and opened the box. “Legs up again young lady,”

“What in the box?” I said with a tremor in my voice. I already knew the answer, I had hoped on a different one.

“A laxative suppository,” Helen stated calmly, removing two of them from the package and inserting them quickly in my anus.

“What the h-” I tried to say as the suppository slipped in. A hard smack was brought down quickly on my thigh.

“Language young lady!” Helen said sternly, wiping her finger clean with a wipe. Helen taped me into the first diaper and took a little pocket knife from her pocket. She poked a few holes in the diaper I was wearing and swiftly put me in the second one.

“Really? Double diapers?” I asked, looking at the thick padding between my legs.

“Yes, I think it’s going to be a lot,” Helen said. “Now off you go, I have to deal with Layla.”

“What about clothes?” I asked.

“Not yet,” Helen answered. I let it go considering the state that I was in, I didn’t need a third diaper joining the bulk.

I slowly got up with the help of the crib. Trying to stand up on my own seemed almost impossible in these things. I stretched and got face to face with Layla.

“Sorry,” Layla said softly.

“It’s okay, really.” I said, giving Layla a wink. Truth was that I was far from okay but didn’t want Layla to notice. I waddled over to the table and let myself fall down on one of the chairs.

 

Layla got the same treatment as me, two suppositories were pushed into her bum and taped in a double diaper. Helen stated Layla’s lack of bowel movement as an extra reason. Layla just nodded and waddled over towards me, she plumped down on the other chair and gave me a little smile. Helen had cleaned up and joined us at the table.

“For breakfast you two are both going to have oatmeal, whether you like it or not,” Helen stated simply. Layla and I nodded but didn’t say a word.

 

Our food arrived quickly and Helen put our bibs on for us. I got the blue bowl with a matching spoon and Layla the pink one. The oatmeal wasn’t too terrible, maybe a little cold and could use a bit more sugar. I could see from Layla’s face that she didn’t enjoy it at all. Helen helped her by spoon feeding Layla the mush quickly. We quickly washed it down with a big bottle of milk.

Helen cleaned up the table and put down the pencils Layla had been asking for.

“Thank you!” Layla said happily and quickly grabbed them.

“You’re welcome. You two holding up okay?” Helen asked, looking a little concerned.

“So far,” I said with a shrug, remembering that Helen was still playing her role accordingly. “Probably anytime now,” I said, moving my chair next to Layla’s to watch her draw.

[SGTbaby]

Long day ahead!

[Veggeto]

12 hours ago, SGTbaby said:

Long day ahead!

Oh for sure! ?

[Guilend]

I'm curious to how the boss's day is going to go or how her night went because I'm pretty sure her boss has already dealt with her or will be dealing with her soon, as soon as her boss's bosses get done giving her/him an hear full. Like they say, shit runs downhill and I'm betting the boss definitely stirred up some shit lol, pun totally intended lol.

I feel sorry for the Littles, I think I would rather have just got spanked then go through that.

[little dragoniusrex]

Being regrest because of amazon milk, interesting i think first time i read about that. Being addictive and losing potty training is a commen fact. Nice twist

[Cya]

What a sweet little chapter. I'm impressed Layla was able to change Kara's diaper, but the girl's should've known that theur would be consequences. Nice job!

[Veggeto]

19 hours ago, Guilend said:

I'm curious to how the boss's day is going to go or how her night went because I'm pretty sure her boss has already dealt with her or will be dealing with her soon, as soon as her boss's bosses get done giving her/him an hear full. Like they say, shit runs downhill and I'm betting the boss definitely stirred up some shit lol, pun totally intended lol.

I feel sorry for the Littles, I think I would rather have just got spanked then go through that.

You will read it in the next chapter ?

18 hours ago, little dragoniusrex said:

Being regrest because of amazon milk, interesting i think first time i read about that. Being addictive and losing potty training is a commen fact. Nice twist

Thank you! I think I have read it in a few stories, but can't remember which one. ? Glad you liked it!

16 hours ago, Cya said:

What a sweet little chapter. I'm impressed Layla was able to change Kara's diaper, but the girl's should've known that theur would be consequences. Nice job!

Luckily it wasn't a diaper from Layla's dimension. Thanks!?

[Veggeto]

Chapter Ten

 

When I arrived at the office I was instructed by the front desk to immediately go upstairs to meet the board of directors. So far I could tell, from the nervous secretary, they weren’t having a great morning. As soon as I stepped into the conference room the chewing out began. Threats were made by most, some of them were bargaining, only two of them were asking for an explanation. Luckily for me, my time in the other dimension wasn’t all useless. I have learned a few tricks from the monster I had to call mommy. 

I straightened my back and put my chin up a little, staring at them with cold eyes. Lingering a little too long on a few of them. You wait for them to quiet down, awaken their curiosity of what you’re going to do. Next step was waiting in silence, only that way you got the upper hand. As a mommy lecturing her Littles. After I got them where I wanted them I coldly explained my plan. I admitted it was a reckless move of mine to wait for Miss Doran to take action. I assured them, bringing up my experience, that it was just a matter of time. As a final statement I asked them to leave Ray alone, since the improvisational move was all on me. They all slowly bobbed their heads towards me in agreement. A few whispers went around the room, debating on what to do. After a very stern warning to never pull that kind of shit again, my pay was docked even lower, barely survivable in this day and age. A small sacrifice for now. They sure will load me with a nice bonus, maybe even a company car with a driver, but only when my wager holds up 

 

I stepped out of the office, showing a little smile when the door closed behind me. With a steady pace I walked towards the elevator and pressed the bottom of the nursery floor. I let myself relax as the elevator slowly got to the right floor, feeling a little shiver crawl across my back. Only now realizing that the reprimand could have gotten way worse and that I was on thin ice. At worst they could send me back to that miserable place. Thankfully, for that to happen I would practically burn the place to the ground.

 

The elevator doors opened at the right floor and I stepped out. I walked down the hallway and stood still in front of the door. I found my composure, swiped my card and stepped into the room. With one quick look around the room I was satisfied, everything was running like it was supposed to do. Ray and Ed quickly got up from their desks and walked over to me.

“Good morning!” They both said simultaneously.

“Ray, Ed, good morning,” I said, nodding at each of them. Ed was kneading his stress ball a little.

“So, how bad was it?” Ray asked.

“Once I explained everything they were a little more lenient,” I answered. “Don’t worry, I explained that you didn’t have anything to do with it. It was all on me.” Ray let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” he stated.

“So, how are they doing?” I asked, looking at the two way mirror.

“They seem to be alright. Helen did have to punish them for changing their diapers at night,” Ed said, putting the stress ball away.

“Tell me everything,” I said, taking the lead and walking towards the two way mirror. Helen and the two babies were sitting at the table drawing. Ed gave me a full account of last night, starting with Kara messing her diaper. I was a little surprised that Layla managed to change Kara’s diaper. Most Littles, at least where I stayed for those dreaded five years, were conditioned to not touch their diapers. I chuckled a little when Ed explained their punishments to me.

“What’s so funny about that?” Ed asked, stopping his briefing and giving me a puzzled look.

“Just a fitting punishment, that’s all,” I said

“There is just one other thing we have picked up last night,” Ed said, giving me a tablet. A video played right away, showing Layla and Kara in their crib, talking to each other. I listened intently to Layla explaining why she wasn’t sucking on her pacifier anymore. My eyes went wide while I kept my focus on the video.

“Is she, progressing?” I asked.

“We figured so. As for now there are no big changes in her behaviour, aside from the pacifier and stuffed animal. Our estimate is that it won’t take long for it to become a problem,” Ed explained carefully.

“Right,” I stated. “Thank you for showing me this,” I said, handing the tablet back to Edd. 

This was probably bad? I don’t know. I have never seen a Little making progress. Usually the Amazons just regress them slowly or take everything with one operation. But for a Little to grow up a second time? No chance. I wonder how Layla’s mother would take this, or David Jones. What would Layla begin to think right now? Would she try to make her escape and live in this world? Many questions raced around my head, with only one answer available to all of them. That’s to hoping it’s going to work.

“Let’s try feeding them breastmilk,” I said calmly.

“Breastmilk? You think that’s going to work?” Ed asked.

“Honestly, I don’t think so. Their breastmilk is, different,” I stammered a little. “But we have to try everything. So breastmilk it is.”

“I am taking care of it,” Ray said, already making a call and walking away. Ed and I stayed and stared into the nursery. I grinded my teeth a little. This is not why I am forced to work here, I don’t have any experience with raising Littles.

“Euhm, Irene,” Ed said, breaking my train of thought.

“Yes?” I said, turning my head a little.

“Well, I had a question on my mind,” he said nervously.

“What is it?”

“Since Kara signed the papers yesterday, agreeing to, well this,” he said, gesturing at the nursery. “Your attitude towards her seemed to have changed, negatively I mean. I just wondered why?”

“Just a little falling out before Kara signed the papers, that’s all. I admire what she is doing down there,” I lied. I wasn’t going to tell Ed about my hatred for that dimension, and everyone who liked diapers. People here should know how good they have it. Plenty of Littles would trade with those kinds of people in a heartbeat, but most of them wouldn’t. Wishing that kind of torture on some else is considered inhuman amongst the Little population. 

“Ah, I see,” Ed nodded, kneading his stress ball a little harder.

 

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“How are you holding up Kara?” I asked her, seeing her visible squirming in just her diaper. I was wriggling a little in my seat, finding a good position to fill my diaper in. I slowly started to unclench my anus and let the soft stool out.

“Okay,” she answered slowly, probably getting hit with another cramp. 

“Just letting go is the best advice I got,” I said, trying to help. I dropped my pencil and scooted a little towards Kara. Nanny was watching us silently from the other side of the table.

“It truly is Kara, as a part of your punishment I can’t change you right away,” nanny said with a sad look. “But I promise you will feel better.”

“For how longggh,” Kara grunted. “Do I have to stay in it?”

“At least an hour so we can make sure everything is out,” nanny answered.

“That’s not so bad!” I said, trying to lighten the mood. “So the longer you wait, the longer you have to sit like this,” I explained, slowly letting more poop ooze into my diaper. Kara was mulling it over for a few seconds before she got up and squated next to her chair. Kara really worked up a sweat whilst she filled her diaper. I stood next to her slowly rubbing her back.

After a few minutes Kara slowly relaxed her muscles, her breathing steady and calmer.

“Better?” I asked. Kara nodded slowly, slowly pushing the last bit out.

“Yeah, I think so,” Kara said.

“I don’t think I can convince you two to ride the rocking horse,” nanny chuckled.

“No, thank you,” I said smiling, shaking my head a little. Kara didn’t pay any attention to what the nanny was saying. She lifted her legs one at the time, probably trying to figure something out. I went back to my drawing and sat down in my chair. I felt the icky mush slowly wrapping around my bottom. I grabbed a brown pencil and continued coloring the bear in. 

“One hour, right?” Kara asked calmly, wrinkling her nose and closing her eyes. She hovered above her chair before finally sitting down. She slowly opened her eyes again and smiled at me while her eyes were full with tears.

“One hour,” nanny said, grabbing her phone. “Starting now.”

 

The hour went by quickly, well at least for me. I don’t think I can say the same about Kara, who kept shifting in her seat. I finished the bear and showed it to nanny and Kara, who were both impressed by my work. 

“Uhu, just like that but white,” Kara said, pointing at the fur.

“That’s really beautiful Layla! If we had a fridge we would put it up there,” nanny praised me.

“Thank you!” I said with a great smile on my face, admiring my work once again. I grabbed another piece of paper as a beeping sound went off in nanny’s pocket.

“I guess it’s changing time!” Nanny chirped “I hope everything is pushed out into the diapers.” Nanny stood up and grabbed everything necessary for the upcoming diaper changes.

“Okay Layla, you first,” nanny said, patting the changing mat. I slowly got up from my chair, feeling the mess fall back into the diaper. I carefully waddled towards the mat and laid down on it.  “Do you want your stuffie?” Nanny asked. 

“No thank you,” I said, shaking my head a little. Nanny opened up my diaper and immediately scrunched her nose. “Wow, that laxative really helped making a mess of things,” nanny said while grabbing a few wipes. She cleaned my privates carefully and just a lot of wipes for my bum. 

 

“All clean,” nanny clapped after a while. I looked up a little and could see that she piled the uesd wipes into my old messy diaper. “What kind of diaper do you want to wear?” Nanny asked, showing me the options that lay next to me.

“Euhm, what am I going to wear?” I asked, hoping for something matching. Mommy always made sure my diaper and outfit were matching. I looked over at Kara, who was looking impatiently at us.

“Whatever you want sweety,” nanny said, cleaning up the mountain of wipes and a used diaper.

“Then white, that goes with everything,” I suggested. I watched nanny put the used diaper in the pail and grabbed the white one from the selection. She quickly taped me into it with lots of powder.

“That will do,” nanny commented, patting my diaper slightly. “Why don’t you pick something out while I change Kara,” nanny smiled. I nodded and toddled towards the closet. 

“Such a messy bessy,” I nanny cooing from behind me. I opened the closet and was met with lots of pastel colors and frills. I examined each and every dress, shirt, and onesie that hung in there. I finally picked out a light green shirt with some sort of lizard on it. I put it over my head and got my arms through it with some effort. When my head went through the neck hole, Kara was already standing next to me in a clean diaper.

“We are going for shirts today?” Kara asked me, examining the clothes in front of her.

“You can wear a dress if you want,” I said.

“A shirt will be okay,” Kara shook her head. Her hand went into the closet and pulled out a pink shirt with colorful bears on it. Kara’s cheeks went red at the sight of it. “I didn’t know there were bears on it.”

“This will do perfectly!” nanny chirped as she grabbed the shirt out of Kara’s hands. “Arms up!” nanny instructed. Kara did as she was told and was put into the shirt. Kara smoothened out the fabric a little and looked at us in the mirror. Without her shoes on, Kara was definitely shorter then I was.

“Time to fix that hair of yours,” nanny said, grabbing Kara’s ponytail softly and removing the hair tie. 

“Oh, right,” Kara said, turning around. “But where? I don’t see a faucet anywhere,” Kara noted.

“Don’t worry about that. They have a solution for everything now,” nanny explained, grabbing a little white bottle from the closet. 

“What is that?” I asked, pointing at the bottle.

“Dry shampoo, maybe not perfect, but it will do for now,” nanny explained. “Back to the chairs again and fix that greasy hair,” she motioned for us to walk as she closed the closet. 

 

We sat down on the chairs again and nanny quickly worked the dry shampoo in Kara’s hair. Kara kept her eyes closed the entire time. After nanny was done working it in she put Kara’s hair in two cute pigtails with pink ribbons. 

“Let’s do yours,” nanny said as she observed her work on Kara. Nanny did the same routine with me as I saw her do with Kara. Soon I stood next to her with my hair in pigtails with matching ribbons. 

“So, what do you two want to do before lunch time?” Nanny asked us. 

“Can we watch Puffin Rock?” Kara spoke softly.

“TV is only for after dinner,” nanny explained. 

“What do you want to do?” Kara asked me.

“Why don’t we see what’s in the toy box? I haven't looked in there yet!” I said, pointing at the closet. Kara nodded and we walked over to the closet again.

[SGTbaby]

Interesting developments 

[Arendeth]

Thank for the chapters.

[Cya]

This is getting very interesting. The mental conditioning Layla had endured is starting to wear off.

[Veggeto]

On 2/12/2021 at 5:11 AM, SGTbaby said:

Interesting developments 

Thanks! ?

 

On 2/13/2021 at 12:25 AM, Arendeth said:

Thank for the chapters.

?

 

15 hours ago, Cya said:

This is getting very interesting. The mental conditioning Layla had endured is starting to wear off.

But is it going to be for better or worse?

Chapter Eleven

 

“Ed, take a smoke break with me, will you?” Ray asked me, leaning on my desk.

“You know I don’t smoke, why would I?” I questioned back, not looking up from my monitor.

“Ed,” Ray insisted. I looked up to face him and saw a big frown on his face. He looked a little too serious.

“Alright,” I said with a sigh. I finished the last paragraph of my report and logged off from my computer. “Lead the way,” I said as I stood up and motioned for him to move. Whatever Ray has on its mind, it’s probably serious enough. Even if it wasn’t serious, he wouldn’t stop bugging me until I went with him.

 

I followed Ray down the hallway and into the elevator. Ray pushed the button for the ground floor and the doors closed.

“So, what’s so important?” I asked him, staring at the doors.

“Not here,” Ray whispered and put his finger to his lips. I let out a little groan, wondering why he was so mysterious. Finally the doors opened and we walked outside through the hallway.

The sunlight blinded our eyes and we grabbed our sunglasses. Ray shiftly looked around and pointed at a dumpster.

“There,” he whispered. I followed him in silence and arrived at the dumpster. Ray grabbed his pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took one out. “You sure?” He asked, reaching the pack towards me. 

“No, now tell me what is so important?” I asked, a little irritated. Ray slowly lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply. I felt like I was back in high school, standing next to the dumpster hoping not to get caught while smoking in secret.

“How much do you know about Irene?” He asked. I gave him a puzzled look, not sure where he was going with this.

“Not all that much,” I admitted. “She is our boss that oversees this operation. I have no clue about her homelife or if she has a husband, boyfriend, or a girlfriend. She is not really what I call an open book.”

“Right, what do you think of her attitude towards, well all this? Kara, Layla, the operation?” He asked. I still didn’t get what he was getting at. I thought the events over in my mind.

“Well, ever since we picked up that report about Layla, she seems a little cold, unnerved maybe? I don’t know, she is acting differently though, I have picked up on that. As to why, I don’t know,” I rambled on. “I mean, we have prepared for a case like this, one of them coming into our dimension. It couldn’t be a surprise for Irene that it finally happened, right?” I questioned Ray. He took a long drag from his cigarette and inhaled deeply.

“Right, so you have noticed her behaviour change too,” Ray exhaled. “Since we had contact with the other dimension she is acting differently, a little too hostile towards them for my taste.” Ray said, taking another drag. “ I have found out why. Turns out Irene has spent up to five years in Layla’s dimension,” Ray coldly stated. 

“She what?” I was shocked! “How? How did that happen? How did she get back? Just how?!” I bursted out, just too many questions as to how. I thought bringing another person back to its original dimension was never achieved!.

“Easy,” Ray said, trying to shush me. He looked around quickly and focused back on me.

“I know, I know. It’s all new information to me too. But can you imagine? Five whole long years in that dimension?” Ray asked. 

“How did you find out?” I wondered.

“Easy, I got access into the database and found a secret personal folder containing all this information,” Ray explained.

“You what?” I yelled. “Why would you ever do that!? You know what kind of punishment is on that!” I was shocked. How could Ray be so stupid! He knows the dangers of snooping around the compound and database, at least I am pretty sure he does. We all got the same warning at orientation. 

“Lower your voice idiot!” Ray hissed. “I just got a little suspicious by Irene’s mood shift, that’s all.”

“And that’s a good reason to snoop around?! A mood shift?!” I yelled again, throwing my arms up in the air to emphasize my point.

“You know Irene, one thing you can count on is that she has a very consistent mood. Doesn’t matter the weather, season or stress from the job,” Ray explained. “And lower your damn voice,” he added.

“True,” I said, lowering my voice. “So now we know what you want to do with it?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I told you, you’re good at things like this,” he smiled.

“Great, dragging me down with you,” I sighed and shook my head.

 

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It has been a week since I came down to the nursery and been a pretend sister for Layla. I couldn’t really believe it, a whole week of using diapers, changes, drawing, and sleeping in a crib next to Layla. Luckily for me I settled in quickly and got over the embarrassment of the big two way mirror and only walking around in a diaper. Well, that was until it was bath time. Bath time considered using a washcloth and a bucket of lukewarm water with soap in it that Ed brought down. For a facility like this you think they would’ve thought everything through twice and added a bath, or even a sink. Sadly, Layla and I had to stand on a big towel in the middle of the room while we were scrubbed down by Helen. Layla and I had our arms across our chests holding our towels, shivering a little bit while nanny put the bucket with dirty water in front of the door.

“Sorry about that,” Helen apologized while rubbing Layla dry. “Let’s get you back into a diaper and something warm, how is that?” Helen asked her. Layla only nodded slightly. Helen turned to me and dried me off too and instructed us to stand next to the crib. We were quickly put in identical white diapers and in footed-sleepers. Mine baby blue again with dark blue cuffs, Layla in her pink one with white cuffs.

“Is that better?” Helen asked us. We nodded simultaneously while looking at Helen. “Good! So what do you want to do Layla? I can braid your hair?” Helen asked her. I have noticed Helen almost always asked Layla first for things she wants. I kinda figured that since I took this job, still I couldn't help feeling a little envious.

“Reading?” Layla asked, pointing at the tiny stack of books on the table. A few days ago Layla asked for something else to read instead of a colorful farm animal book. At first Helen had a surprised look on her face and quickly typed something on her phone. Apparently Irene and the other people upstairs had agreed to send a few books down, mostly books for little kids with a bit more text in it. When Layla read through all those, she had requested books without pictures in it. Which, again, management agreed with. They send down copies of The Hobbit and the Redwall series.

 

“Of course you can,” Helen chirped and walked us down to the table. Layla plopped down on her seat and immediately continued reading The Hobbit. I instead picked up the pencils and started practicing my art work. It still wasn’t anywhere close to Layla’s work, but I was happy with the progress I was making. 

Helen gave us our bottles of warm milk and we both took our occasional sips from it. I noticed it tasted a little different than a few days ago, but shook it off as them trying some sort of almond milk to see if Layla likes that better, which she did. 

 

“Where are you now?” I asked Layla after a while, feeling a little bored of drawing.

“The dwarves just entered Lake Town,” Layla answered, a little irritated, not looking up from her book.

“Oh, Okay,” I answered meekly. I stood up, letting Layla read her book in peace. I walked over to a little playmat that was spread out in front of the closet and sat down on it. I made a tower out of the blocks that were on it and let it fall down again. I repeated the process a couple of times before leaning my back on the closet and letting out a sigh. This sure wasn't what I thought it was going to be. Layla seemed to get more bored by the hour now, not playing with the other toys that were lying around. I suspected that she even got bored playing and talking with me. After a while Helen brought me my half finished bottle and handed it to me. 

“Thank you,” I said and took a few sips. Helen sat down next to me with her legs crossed.

“You’re welcome,” she said softly. We sat there in silence for a little bit, watching Layla reading at the table.

“Not what we had imagined, huh?” Helen said.

“Not really, no. I thought I was going to be playing with her more, instead she just wants to read all the time,” I answered.

“Same, she acts more like a teen then a toddler,” Helen added.

“Sure does, even has the mood,” I chuckled. “Any idea why?” I asked Helen, looking up at her. I knew it had something to do with breastmilk, or lack thereof. 

“No clue, they don’t give me a whole lot of information about what is going on. Something is definitely wrong, I know that,” Helen whispered. “Luckily I still have you to take care of.”

“Wha-” I was cut off by Helen's merciless tickle attack. “Plea-ease! Stohop!” I laughed out loud. I felt my diaper growing thicker as the tickling continued.

“You have to say the magic word!” Helen chirped. She stopped tickling for a moment to allow me to catch my breath.

“I-I already said plea-se,” I said, gasping for air.

“You didn’t say pretty please,” Helen said, continuing her tickling attack. I immediately started laughing again.

“Pre-t-ty pl-ea-se!” I stuttered out from laughing. Helen finally stopped and I slowly caught my breath. I gave Helen a little hug as a thank you and sat down on the mat again. “So what now?” I asked her. 

“I guess it’s bedtime,” Helen said, looking at her phone. She got up and helped me to my feet. She unzipped my footed sleeper and inspected my diaper. “Guess I better change you into a night time diaper.” I nodded and walked over towards the crib. Helen grabbed the changing mat and I laid down on it. Helen almost removed the sleeper and quickly changed my diaper. She put a soaker in the new one and taped it shut. As is tradition I had my eyes closed during the whole change.

“All done, hop in the crib while I get your sister,” Helen said. I did as I was told and got in the crib. I watched as Helen got to Layla and instructed her to put the book down. After a little protest Layla reluctantly put the book away and followed Helen. Without a word from the both of them Layla quickly got changed. Helen clipped the pacifier to Layla’s sleeper. I wondered why Helen did that, it's not like Layl still suckled on it. Helen helped Layla into the crib and put the bars into place. She wished us both a good night and quietly exited the nursery with the help of Ed. 

 

We laid there in silence for a while until I spoke up. “So how is that book? I remember when I read it as a kid I really liked it,” I said, trying to break the tension that was forming between us.

“It’s okay,” Layla simply stated.

“Uhu, What do you think of the dwarves? Which one is your favorite?” 

“Don’t know,” Layla said, turning away from me.

“Bilbo then?” I asked, hearing a big sigh coming from Layla. I put her mood down on her being homesick. It's been a week already, without hearing a word from Irene or even her own mother.

“I guess you must miss your mommy terribly, don’t you?” I asked, trying to get her to open up. 

“Do you ever shut up!?” She yelled all of the sudden, turning around to face me.

“I-I sorry, I ju-just wan-” I stuttered, completely taken aback by her yelling.

“Here, this will help,” Layla said. She unclipped the pacifier from the cord and shoved it into my mouth. Still in shock I was surprised how big the bulb felt in my mouth. I wanted to pull it out quickly but before I could do that Layla touched it a couple of times. I felt the bulb growing bigger in my mouth until it filled up my mouth completely. Layla removed her hands again. Completely in shock I clawed desperately at the pacifier in the hope to deflate and remove it. 

“Try all you want, you’re not getting it out yourself,” Layla said, turning around so her back faced me again. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I didn’t deserve this kind of treatment, I am here so she wouldn't feel alone!

“Hmfh!” Was all that came out of me, trying to get Layla’s attention. I pushed her back softly, hoping she would turn around.

“Nope, not removing it, good night,” Layla said in a cold voice. “Go to sleep.”

I pushed her a couple of times more but got no reaction from her. I sat down in the corner and angrily looked at Layla. The tears started to slowly roll down my cheeks. I wanted to hit her badly, force her to remove this stupid gag from my mouth. I hope someone in the control room has seen the interaction and would come down to help me.

 

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Next chapter is going to have to wait for a little bit... Real life and stuff, sorry in advance!

[BabySofia]

Someone is liking the idea of being a grownup again I bet! The behind the scenes with Irene and her underlings could be interesting. Glad to see an update - completely understand real life. Good luck! 

[Moon3ye]

4 hours ago, BabySofia said:

Someone is liking the idea of being a grownup again I bet! The behind the scenes with Irene and her underlings could be interesting. Glad to see an update - completely understand real life. Good luck! 

I thought the same thing, but taking out her frustration on Karen, who actually just wanted to help her, is not fair of her either. She deserves a slap on the ass from Nanny tomorrow morning and an enema if Nanny is mean. (okay the enema only because I am mean).