Crossing Worlds 1: Complete Book

[Moon3ye]

Failed the probationary period?

 

The school decides!

 

Hahahah she's so not coming home after this week.

 

Fun Fact: while Sofia tends to update her stories shortly after I go to sleep, you update your stories shortly after I get to work.

 

Time differences are always fun.

[SolaraScott]

2 minutes ago, Moon3ye said:

Failed the probationary period?

 

The school decides!

 

Hahahah she's so not coming home after this week.

 

Fun Fact: while Sofia tends to update her stories shortly after I go to sleep, you update your stories shortly after I get to work.

 

Time differences are always fun.

I guess we will see! :3 hehe, I post them just after I get home from work lol.

[SolaraScott]

Chapter 9: A Shopping Trip

Hannah expected a sudden drop, like on a carnival ride, but this was far smoother. The car glided out from the garage, and despite being hundreds of feet in the air, it felt like they were on a solid road. Then, the car began to descend at a smooth, steady rate until finally reaching street level when it hovered again, taking off down the road. Once again, as it did before, the screen before Hannah came to life, the same cartoon music intro filling the car. Hannah groaned but could do nothing as the show began pulling her in, the title card flashing, “Naomi and Oliver.”

 

“Hi, boys and girls! Welcome to the Naomi,” Naomi stated.

 

“And Oliver show!” Oliver said as the music reached a crescendo, “Have you all been good boys and girls?”

 

Hannah went to bite her tongue to force herself from responding, but she found the pacifier still in her mouth, which worked just as well. She couldn’t tell if Emily was struggling; she seemed just as quiet as the cartoon continued. 

 

“We want you to be able to fully relax, pop in a pacifier or a thumb, make pushes, and relax!” Naomi said with a smile, her diaper beginning to swell.

 

Hannah wanted to roll her eyes, yet her bladder twitched, and she fought to control it. She was surprised at just how strong the feeling was; thankfully, Daddy had helped her sort out her other needs, and within a few moments, the feeling disappeared. 

 

‘That’s not a very good girl thing to do.’ Naomi popped up in her head, ‘Come on, relax; it’s okay; remember how much that diaper holds? It can hold lots and lots! Full bladders ache!’

 

Hannah’s aching bladder returned with a vengeance, catching her off guard. This time, she lost control, her bladder's meager contents soaking into the thirsty padding. She groaned, especially as Naomi began praising her. She tried to shut her out, but with the show playing, it was impossible.

 

“Doesn’t that feel so much better?” Oliver asked Naomi, who smiled and nodded, “And it makes you a good girl too!”

 

With that, the show continued, “Have you ever eaten or drank something and then had to go?” Oliver said; Naomi nursing a bottle, her tummy grumbling as she put her hand to it, crossing her knees in a clear sign she needed to use the bathroom. 

 

Hannah cocked her head to the side, was this silly cartoon indicating that her food had indeed been spiked somehow? 

 

“That’s normal!” Oliver continued, “Amazon food is far richer than anything you may be accustomed to; trust me, I tried adult food once!” A plate of lasagna or pasta dish appeared beside him, and he turned green at the gills and ran away to puke.

 

“Your Mommy and Daddy will ensure you only get Little safe food.” Naomi said, “You need to trust them! They only want what's best for you!”

 

Hannah felt her fists clenching as the car soared along, and the messages in these shows targeted her. That being said, the fact the show brought up her issues with the food made her wonder how accurate the message was. Was it just a matter of ingredients? But no, it had a far more profound impact on Hannah; it wasn’t that simple; there had to be something else going on there.

 

The show descended into song and dance. This song was about not questioning your Mommy or Daddy but letting them do what was best for you. Despite her efforts, Hannah found her hands clapping along, Emily, having lost her pacifier, singing along until the end credits finally rolled, leaving Hannah’s mind in a foggy haze as she tried to regain her wits. She groaned, her fingers going to rub her temple, Emily seeming to be in a similar state.

 

“How was that episode girls?” Mommy asked with a grin.

 

“It was good, Mommy,” Emily said with fake enthusiasm that Mommy didn’t seem to pick up on it.

 

With the car's headrests, Hannah couldn't glance over at Emily, but she felt her hand upon her thigh. Hannah’s hand went to Emily’s, taking it and holding it, giving her a firm squeeze as they continued the drive. Mommy turned on music, which, of course, was more songs from the show. At least this didn’t cause Hannah to dance and sing along. Their journey ended when the car pulled up to the front of a mall, the doors opened, and Mommy came around and collected them on either hip. A push cart floated there, ready for them, as if it knew they were coming. This was one of those buggies you see at the mall, a double partially reclined seat of hard plastic and storage below and behind.

 

Hannah was strapped into one, and Mommy noticed her wet diaper and praised her for being a good girl. Once again, the euphoria that washed across Hannah had her eyes rolling to the back of her head; she let out a soft moan that Mommy used to slip her pacifier back into place with a chuckle. The feeling didn’t last long, but it was so strong! As strong, if not stronger, than it had been yesterday. Perhaps it was something with that show? It made logical sense. Hannah didn’t have time to contemplate it further as Emily was strapped in next to her, and Mommy pushed them into the bustling mall.

 

The first thing that hit Hannah was the sheer scale of it all; it was like an entire world dedicated to fun and discovery, especially for Littles and toddlers. The mall seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction, with multiple interconnected floors linked by wide, smooth ramps and glass elevators gliding silently up and down. From their vantage point, the two girls could see up through the mall's center, where each level spiraled upward, creating a breathtaking view of shops and walkways above.

 

The floors were polished, their smooth surfaces gleaming under the soft, ambient lighting, making everything bright and inviting. The space was filled with happy laughter, music, and the occasional hum of chatter, giving the mall a lively, bustling atmosphere. Hundreds of shops line each level's sides, with oversized, colorful signs catering to Littles. The windows of the stores were filled with everything imaginable for little ones: soft toys, cute outfits, strollers, cribs, and endless displays of bottles, pacifiers, diapers, and baby-size accessories.

 

There were stores dedicated entirely to plush animals, where oversized teddy bears and stuffed giraffes seemed to beckon from the windows, making Hannah suddenly miss having Teddy. Others were filled with racks of tiny clothes, all pastel colored and covered in cute patterns, polka dots, stars, and little animals. The girls passed a shop specializing in small shows, where rows of soft, velcro-fastened baby shoes lined the shelves. Even the toy stores felt magical; some had interactive windows where toy trains chugged along tracks, and animals danced and twirled, enticing the girls with their playful charm.

 

Hannah quickly drew attention to the play areas scattered across the mall. There seemed to be one on every floor, each more elaborate than the last. Soft, cushioned mats covered the ground with tunnels, slides, and colorful playhouses for little ones to crawl and explore. There were ball pits, bouncing pads, and even miniature carousels that spun slowly, their seats shaped like adorable animals. In one area, she saw a large, interactive digital wall where Littles were playing with holographic bubbles, trying to pop them with giggles of delight. Each play area had large, cushioned benches around the perimeter where parents could sit and watch, making it clear that this mall wasn’t just for shopping; it was a safe place for Littles to have fun and explore.

 

As they passed the food court, the smells of freshly baked bread, sweet pastries, and warm, buttery popcorn filled the air, making Hannah’s tummy rumble despite being full from breakfast. The food court was vast, with large, inviting tables surrounded by high chairs. The stands were brightly colored, offering a range of snacks, some familiar like soft pretzels and warm cookies, while others had uniquely crafted snacks for Littles, such as tiny fruit bowls and cups of mashed vegetables. Hannah noticed a booth dedicated entirely to baby food, where jars of purees in every flavor imaginable were on display, from sweet potatoes to mango peach.

 

Beyond the food court, the grand entrance to the movie theater loomed. The enormous marquee lit up the hallway, showcasing colorful posters of animated films, with posters reacting to guests who walked by. The theater itself had a section specifically designed for Littles. As Mommy pushed the cart further, Hannah and Emily gazed wonderfully at the multitude of sights. Everywhere they looked, there was something new and exciting: a shop filled with tiny musical instruments, a large fountain that sprayed water into the air in gentle arcs, and even a carousel that sparkled under the lights, its horses moving slowly as Littles and parents alike rode together. 

 

The magnitude of the mall so took Hannah aback she forgot for a moment that she was strapped into a buggy, sucking a pacifier, with an apparent diaper bulge for all to see. She blushed, casting her eyes back, yet she could do little. The shirt didn’t go any lower; the buggy straps made it impossible for her to shift positions. As they passed yet another store, the clean, reflective surface of the window let Hannah see herself. A little girl strapped into a push cart looked adorable with bows in her hair; she couldn’t be older than 2 or 3. It wasn’t Hannah at all; this was a completely different person. With that in mind, she tried to relax; people didn’t see Hannah, the adult; they saw Hannah, the baby, two completely separate people.

 

‘Would Mommy and Daddy lead you wrong? You look adorable! They know what they are doing; it’s safe to let go and accept your new life. No one knows your past; they only see you now as you are.” Naomi offered a piece of advice. 

 

As much as Hannah hated the intrusions, she had to admit that Naomi was right. As long as her caregivers kept dressing her like this, and, heck, even without it, the transformations she experienced going through the portal were more than enough to convince her she wasn’t in her average body. Mommy pushed them past yet another toy store, this one seeming to specialize in building and designing your stuffies, like Build-A-Bear, back home. “If you two are good, we will stop here on the way out, and if you two are extra, ultra good, we can stop at the candy store too,” Mommy said, her tone indicating that she was talking to children.

 

Emily glanced at Hannah, who returned her look. Both were nursing pacifiers, and it seemed evident that Mommy wasn’t truly looking for a response anyway. They turned into an office supply store, heading straight towards the section dedicated to back-to-school supplies. Emily and Hannah were left strapped into the cart as Mommy added supplies to the trolley. An Amazon woman, towing a Little boy around with a child leash, spotted them and turned with a big grin. The boy was wearing a diaper, t-shirt, and the leash pack, a pacifier stuck between his lips. The diaper was heavily swollen, forcing him to shuffle as the woman stepped up and stooped before the girls.

 

“Oh, aren’t you two just precious! How old are they?” The woman asked, pinching Hannah’s cheek. 

 

Hannah tried pulling away as the woman tormented Emily next, “I haven’t fully decided yet; I want to see how well they do with the step-down program first.” Mommy explained, “For now, between two and three.”

 

“Well, I, for one, think they are adorable, sister?” she asked Mommy, who nodded, “Word of advice, don’t let them think they are any bigger than they are, and a good nursing and spanked bum keeps any Little in-line, you two behave for your Mommy.”

 

Hannah glowered at the woman as she turned to leave, remembering Daddy’s advice and nursing her pacifier angrily. What right did this woman have to say stuff like that? To treat them like infants? To step in and try to decide what was right for them? She was too hot and bothered to realize that Mommy had spoken of the step-down program again and, more importantly, that this may not be their final age. Had the woman seriously talked about nursing? She may have been pretending to be a baby, but Hannah was undoubtedly not an infant! Just as she felt her anger bubble over, she felt Emily take her hand, giving her a long, comforting squeeze and a concerned look, removing the pacifier to whisper to her.

 

“Just let it go, I promise; it’s far worse if you fight back; they will make you regret it,” Emily said, electing to leave the pacifier out for the moment. 

 

Hannah forced herself to unclench her first, her other hand holding Emily’s as she tried to relax. Mommy didn’t seem to have been paying much attention to the woman; instead focused on getting their school things in order. Not long after the incident, they were leaving the store. She hadn’t noticed before, but the stores had no cashiers; Hannah wondered how they paid for items as they continued down the mall. 

 

Next up was a clothing store; Hannah felt dread in her tummy as they entered. The store catered exclusively to Little boys and girls. A clerk immediately noticed them, a young teenage girl who skipped to them. “Welcome in! My goodness, they are so adorable! Do you have their measurements on file?” she asked.

 

“Not yet, no. Can we get them measured?” Mommy asked.

 

“Of course!” The girl said with a smile as she led Mommy over to a small waiting area. It looked like a scale and several different devices for measuring a person's body, “Whose first?” she asked Mommy.

 

“Let’s do Hannah banana.” Mommy said as she pulled Hannah from the buggy, setting her on her feet. 

 

Hannah had a new nickname: fantastic. The woman smiled, kneeling beside Hannah. “Hannah, is that it? I’m Cloey. We are going to be taking your measurements, okay?” She offered Hannah her hand. “Let’s start with your weight and shoe size.”

 

With little else to do, Hannah gingerly let the woman take her hand and pull her in, setting her on a scale built into the floor. She positioned Hannah, back straight, against the wall, recording several measurements simultaneously. The scale seemed soft and springy; she realized the mat was deformed around her, giving the woman a replica of Hannah’s foot size and shape. 

 

“Arms up, sweetheart,” Cloey ordered as she brought out a tape measure, pulling it around Hannah’s hips, then waist, then between her legs, measuring her thighs. Hannah blushed at the girl's intrusive nature. She forced herself to remember that she wasn’t Hannah, the adult, but the baby the girl saw. Babies certainly didn’t mind something like this; they didn’t care, so why should Hannah? Still, she blushed madly, especially as the woman pulled her shorts down just enough to see the type of diaper she was wearing and then measured her bust.

 

“Such a well-behaved little girl!” Cloey commented, “How old are you, pumpkin?”

 

The question caught Hannah off guard: did she want to know her biological age or the age her Mommy decided she was supposed to be? She glanced at Mommy, who smiled, cocking her head to the side, wondering how Hannah was going to answer. She realized rather quickly this question was a trap. If she said she was 21, she felt she’d be over Mommy’s lap before the day's end. Hesitantly, she held up two fingers, Mommy smiling and giving her a soft nod. Hannah breathed a sigh of relief.

 

Cloey gasped, “A whole two years old? Why, you don’t look a day over 16 months!” 

 

While she likely meant it as a compliment, the comment set Hannah’s nerves on edge.

 

“Do you need me to remove her diaper for a good measurement?” Mommy asked, only serving to further Hannah’s blush.

 

“Nope! Thank you, Mommy, I got it.” The girl reported, smiling at Hannah, “She’s in a size 6 Pampers; I just removed the thickness from her waist and hips to get an accurate measurement. Many parents are concerned about letting their kids out of their diapers; this is easier.”

 

Hannah’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, if possible. Thankfully, Cloey had what she wanted and helped Hannah sit on the padded bench around the waiting area as Mommy helped Emily down, parking the stroller. The entire process was repeated with Emily, who seemed just as embarrassed as Hannah. The site of Emily’s diaper, with the faded wetness indicators, brought Hannah a realization: She had to pee again. She immediately felt Naomi stirring and silencing her as quickly as possible, gritting her teeth through the pacifier. ‘No, no, no, NOPE! Stay put; I got this.’ she thought angrily at Naomi, who seemed to retreat, giggling. 

 

Then she made the conscious effort to relax, letting herself go, her bladder soaking into the diaper. She sighed in relief, once again making the conscious effort to block Naomi’s thoughts; the only thing she got was a vague impression of pride and praise. Emily soon joined her, freshly measured, as Cloey made some last remarks on their profile.

 

“Alright, Mommy, what are we looking for today? Do we need some new training onesies? Maybe a few dresses, we have LOTS of add-ons to choose from, or maybe even some locking-” Cloey began, as Mommy abruptly cut her off.

 

“We need some back-to-school clothes, something that will make changes easy for the school,” Mommy stated firmly, a small smile on her lips. 

 

That smile made it clear she had likely thought of all those things Cloey was offering and more. Cloey looked slightly disappointed, but her spirit quickly returned, “Of course, right this way, girls, hold each other's hands so you don’t get lost!” she added as she turned and walked down an aisle.

 

Mommy parked the push chart, giving us both a pointed look before we took each other's hands and followed Cloey. We passed endless rows of dresses, skirts, blouses, shorts, shirts, shoes, and even bows and smocks. Sizes seemed to range from even smaller than Hannah or Emily's clear-up to clothing that would fit Cloey! They arrived at a section that seemed to have mainly clothing in their size, and Cloey immediately pulled down a few button-up shirts, showing Mommy, who scoffed. “They are going to school. Do you have something a little more age-appropriate?” Hannah heard the air quotes when Mommy mentioned the word ‘school.’ 

 

Cloey blushed, returning to the outfits before returning, holding a white pullover with a collar and a short blue dress. Mommy smiled and nodded, “Much better; let’s see how they look.”

 

Hannah only had a moment to process what Mommy had said before she felt her hands on the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. Hannah yelped, the pacifier pulled from her mouth by the clip, and she covered her chest. Mommy wasn’t done, though, and she felt Mommy lifting her by her arm, nodding to Cloey, who pulled Hannah’s shorts off as well, leaving her in only her diaper.

 

Hannah blushed like mad, standing in a soggy diaper in the middle of a busy store. Cloey giggled, preparing the white pullover, “New adoption? She’s been so well-behaved thus far!”

 

Mommy shook her head, sighing, “Yes, she is, Hannah, hands down, now.”

 

Hannah’s entire body was red with shame as she gingerly let her arms down. Cloey immediately stepped forward and pulled the shirt over her head, followed by the dress. The dress had a ruffled hem and flared collar, and the cuffs around her arms ended in blue lace and ruffle, with a bow on each side. The hem of her dress only partially covered Hannah’s diaper, and she felt mortified standing there as the two women inspected her. Mommy studied her, turning her around and even having Hannah bend over slightly before turning to Cloey and nodding, “We’ll take it, two for each girl, please.” she said before stripping Hannah once more. 

 

Hannah had been prepared this time, but the same never ended; her face beat red. With severe difficulty, she managed to keep from covering herself as her previous clothes were brought back and pulled into place. She was all too glad for the silly shorts and shirt back. As much as they may not have given her privacy, this little stunt showed her that things could always be worse. She had to go with whatever this woman wanted to dress her in or lack of clothing.

 

They continued shopping, with Mommy deciding on a few more cutesy outfits for both girls. Thankfully, none required Hannah to be stripped again, although Emily received the same treatment. Despite Emily’s first words to Hannah, which were of privacy, she sure seemed just as susceptible to shame as Hannah was. Their clothing was in order. Mommy scooped both girls up in turns, buckling them back in the cart as Cloey waved goodbye. Mommy pointed them both sternly until Hannah and Emily waved back.

 

Mommy pushed the cart out of the store, traveling back towards the food court and arriving at a separate area Hannah hadn’t seen before: “Little’s Care Center.” Hannah groaned internally. What were they doing here? But thankfully, they didn’t go inside. Instead, Mommy stopped the cart and let them out next to a massive play area filled with kids. “Why don’t you two go play? You’ve been sitting all this time; I’m sure you got some pent-up energy.” 

 

As the girls were released from the cart, Mommy pointedly checked both of their diapers, front and back, much to the humiliation of either girl, before patting their butts and sending them on their way. This play area had a small playground and makeshift plastic buildings with doors and windows. The area was bustling with kids and parents alike as Emily ducked into one of the playhouses, shutting the door and sitting on the soft foam mat. “Thank goodness, that was so humiliating.” Hannah immediately said, joining her. 

 

“You just do not get used to that,” Emily mumbled, “I try and try but can’t. I hate it every time.”

 

Before Hannah could answer, a Little girl opened the door and entered, giggling as she saw Emily and Hannah sitting there. “Ohh! Can I join?” she asked, sitting before either girl could answer.

 

This new girl, dressed in pink overalls and pigtails, also appeared in a heavily soiled diaper. “Did you see the new episode of Naomi and Oliver?” the girl asked excitedly, “It was good! Remember, as Naomi always says, don’t hold it, just relax and go.” The girl's eyes seemed to haze over, her bum sticking out as her diaper swelled even more; Hannah could swear she heard the girl mumbling, ‘I’m a good girl!’ over and over to herself before plopping her butt down with a squelch. 

 

“We were just about to play hide and seek,” Emily said in a kid-friendly tone.

 

The girl grinned widely, “Really!? Can I play?! I want to hide!” she said, standing on unsteady legs and darting from the house, leaving them alone.

 

“If I ever get that bad, will you end things for me?” Hannah asked, her voice full of dread.

 

“You do me, I do you,” Emily replied immediately, giving her a grin. “Honestly, how did we find ourselves in this position?”

 

Hannah shrugged, “I thought we were smarter than this, but not when you're horny.” 

 

Emily giggled, shaking her head. " I'm not making that mistake again. You came here for school?” she asked Hannah.

 

Hannah nodded, “It was an exchange program. Evan came to Earth, and I came here for a week. The school covered all expenses, and there was a big payday at the end.”

 

Emily’s face went ashen. “That sounds a lot like what I was offered.” She mumbled, “That was nearly a month ago, and I still haven’t been able to go back.”

 

“What do you mean?” Hannah asked, cocking an eyebrow, “Like, the paperwork isn’t going through, or they forgot something or what?”

 

“They just keep stringing me along each week; I’m promised next week, they always need something else to get the clearance, or Earth hasn’t done their paperwork to commence the transfer, or the freaking planets aren’t aligned. They always have an excuse, and each week, I keep slipping further into babyhood; I can’t stop it. Between the shows, the way they treat me, even if I got out of these stupid diapers now, I would have freaking accidents. I’m worried they are doing it on purpose, I’m nervous they are delaying it to keep me here, and I’m worried you are in the same boat as me.” She turned frightened eyes to Hannah,” I’m scared, Hannah; I’m afraid I’ll never see home again.”

End of Chapter 9

[Moon3ye]

This time I waited until I got home.

But everything about it is really as I expected.

The shopping is embarrassing, Amazons giving comments, hints of clothes that support the baby time or lockable clothes.

And of course the Emily being strung along thing

Oh the two of them will never come home again I guess.

This is a really great piece of work.

[SolaraScott]

6 hours ago, Moon3ye said:

This time I waited until I got home.

But everything about it is really as I expected.

The shopping is embarrassing, Amazons giving comments, hints of clothes that support the baby time or lockable clothes.

And of course the Emily being strung along thing

Oh the two of them will never come home again I guess.

This is a really great piece of work.

I appreciate the kind words! There is a LOT of stuff we'll be exploring through this story, including shopping, daycare/school, and even a cruise! You have a lot to look forward to, and thank you for reading! ❤️  

[SolaraScott]

Chapter 10: A Short Nap

Hannah felt goosebumps forming, Emily’s words striking fear through her. She still didn’t know what she thought about the Amazon world. On one hand, many of her dreams had come true. She was standing in the middle of a busy mall, dressed in a thick diaper and cute baby clothes. Everyone who saw her expected her to be a baby, and Mommy and Daddy would treat her as one. She even HAD a Mommy and Daddy! She had only ever been able to dream of such a dynamic back home. Yet here, it was expected for her; it hadn’t just been handed on a silver platter but forced upon her. Yet, something about Emily’s words struck a chord with her; even if Hannah wanted to be here, Emily wanted to leave. It only made Hannah’s resolve double, her eyes growing more fierce; she would not let her new sister be forced to stay if she didn’t want to, “No, screw that, we are going to get you back home.” Hannah said, her back straight and her words firm.

 

To anyone looking, it would have been cute to see such an intense expression on a Little, but to Emily, it made her smile. “Thanks, Hannah, genuinely; I just wish I could get the same commitment from Mommy or Daddy.” 

 

Emily glanced out the makeshift window of their playhouse. Her brow furrowed, looking around further before heading to the other side of the house and looking there, “Where’s Mommy?” she asked hesitantly.

 

Confused, Hannah approached the door, looking out to the waiting area where Mommy seemed to have disappeared entirely. “I don’t know… I thought she was there, waiting for us.”

 

The two girls left the house, looking for her, a growing concern building within them. Had they been left alone in the middle of a busy shopping mall? Hannah smiled at Emily, saying, “Perhaps we could get you home sooner rather than later.” Of course, Hannah knew deep down that was an impossibility. 

 

They were in the center of a bustling city, and neither girl knew the first thing about returning to the portal and getting home. Regardless, it did bring a grin to Emily’s face as Hannah stepped to the edge of the padded play area. However, as soon as she did, a holographic screen appeared before her face. Hannah yelped, backing away; the screen had a camera pointed at her face from a seemingly impossible angle, along with the message, ‘Your Mommy has not returned to collect you yet, Hannah. Would you like me to contact her?’ 

 

Below the message was another camera of Mommy, seemingly in the food court, ordering something for them. Hannah stepped to the side as if to walk around the screen, and the screen seemed to follow her, blocking her path. Hannah stared at the screen, slack-jawed. This place had far more to it than met the eye; everyone tracked and monitored it. The mall seemed to have realized not only that Mommy was hers, but she had been left in the play area and couldn’t leave. Having still not answered the question on screen, unsure how she would, a voice sounded from the screen, “Hannah, hun, do you need me to call your Mommy?”

 

Hannah, startled, took another step back, shaking her head, “Uhh, no, no, I’m fine.” she said.

 

The on-screen message disappeared, replaced with a smiley face, “Have fun then!” the voice said before the screen winked.

 

“Just fucking great.” Emily grumbled, “We can’t even leave this freaking kids' play area, how would we even get back to the portal?”

 

Before Hannah could answer, the screen alighted again in front of Emily, “Naughty words dedicated and noted for Mommy.” it stated, making Emily yelp in surprise and jump away from the screen.

 

“Wait, what? No! Please! I didn’t mean it! Don’t tell her!” Emily squealed, but the screen didn’t change; no further words were produced. Emily threw her hands in the air, “Just great! Just wonderful! They got a tattletale security system to get us in trouble! No matter where we go or what we do, we can’t escape their insistent need to control us!”

 

“Tantrum detected and noted.” The voice said.

 

Through the camera showing Mommy, Hannah saw the woman checking her phone, shaking her head, and turning in their direction. The screen disappeared again, Emily’s face flushing madly, “Tantrum?!” she squeaked, “I did not… GAH!”.

 

Emily turned back to the play area, retreating to their play house. Hannah followed, “Em, it’ll be okay! It’s just some stupid system; it was a glitch. Mommy will understand,” Hannah said, trying to soothe Emily.

 

Emily wasn’t having any of it, her face scrunched in anger, grumbling as she plopped down in the house, crossing her arms over her chest. Hannah wanted to comfort her but wasn’t sure what she could do, and before she knew it, there was a knock at the door, “Girls? Mommy’s back!” Mommy said, popping her head in the door, immediately seeing Emily, “Is someone grumpy? It is nearly nap time. Was someone saying bad words?”

 

Hannah immediately noticed the trap in the woman's language. She already knew about Emily; it was probably recorded just for her. Mommy was trying to get Emily to admit fault. Emily, however, didn’t seem to realize that. “No, it was their security system; it scared me. I didn’t say anything naughty,” she said, her face flushing.

 

Mommy shook her head, presenting her phone, which replayed Emily’s cursing and tantrum. “Oh baby girl.” she said, pulling Emily towards her, “Mommy tried to give you a chance. It’s okay; it’s nap time anyway.”

 

Having released her mistake, Emily tried apologizing and backing up, but Mommy was too quick. She pulled Emily to her and forced a pacifier into her mouth. Emily was crying out, trying desperately to stop what was coming. Still, Mommy was having none of it as she stood, holding the squirming child over her shoulder and offering several firm spankings, making the girl squirm. “Hannah, Mommy will be right back; Emily needs a nap and some time to think about her actions,” she said, standing and turning to leave the play area.

 

Hannah watched, stepping up to the door as Emily was hauled away, crying in earnest now, trying to get free but unable to. Mommy stepped up to the Little’s Care Center; the receptionist, a young woman, shook her head, took from Mommy’s arms, and disappeared through a set of swinging doors. 

 

The last thing Hannah saw was Emily’s fearful expression. She met Hannah’s eyes, and the doors swung shut behind them. Mommy was already returning to her, shaking her head and opening her arms for Hannah to pick her up, “Is Emily going to be okay?” Hannah asked nervously as Mommy scooped her up.

 

“She’s going to be okay, honey, she’s just tired; speaking of it, it’s your nap time too; afterward, I got a special treat for you since you’ve been such a good girl!” Mommy said her tone as if speaking to a baby.

 

Hannah flushed; she wasn’t tired, but Mommy didn’t seem to be having any of it, and she didn’t think it wise to challenge the woman. With a button push, the push cart’s seat reclined, entering a near-laying position. Mommy set Hannah inside, strapping her in with a smile. 

 

There’s a saying on Earth: never drink a drink you didn’t see made. The same idiom is relevant in the Amazon world, especially regarding bottles, sippies, or pacifiers. Hannah was unaware of such a saying, and crucially, even if she was, she lacked one crucial ability to execute such a saying. She could not exercise her free will. With that, Hannah found Mommy forcing a pacifier between Hannah’s lips, doing something Hannah couldn’t see, and feeling the pacifier swell to fill Hannah’s mouth, locking itself in place. 

 

Hannah squealed, the pacifier nearly completely muting her as Mommy smiled and kissed her forehead, pulling a fleece blanket over Hannah. “Sleep well, honey; we’ll continue shopping when you wake up.”

 

Hannah gazed up at the woman in shock and fear as she felt the first pangs of sleep creeping into her vision, her eyes taking on a glassy appearance. Hannah felt a powerful sense of tiredness wash through her, filling every fiber of her being as she fought to stay awake. Mommy kneeled there, stroking her hair, “It’s okay, baby. It’s nap time. Let it happen. Go to sleep. Babies need their rest.” 

 

Hannah fought against the drugs, but she was no match as her eyes finally drifted close, refusing to open, as she fell into a deep sleep. 

 

Hannah first noticed the sound of feet on hard tile and the gentle rocking of the pushcart. She groaned, forcing her eyes open, realizing the pacifier had returned to normal, letting her spit it out. Hannah realized they were on the move, walking through the crowded mall, the seat next to her empty, the fleece blanket still tucked in around her. It was warm and comforting, and Hannah almost found herself drifting back off until Mommy stopped the cart and knelt beside her, returning the cart to its normal position. “There’s my cutie pie; how was your nap?” she asked, removing and folding the blanket.

 

Hannah opened her mouth to respond, but her eyes darted to the empty seat next to her, and that spike of fear for her sister quickly returned. “Where’s Emily?” she found herself asking.

 

Mommy patted her head, “Remember? Your sister was having a tantrum; she needed naptime and punishment for her naughty words. However, since you were good, I got you a treat!” she said, suddenly forcing a large bottle into Hannah’s hands. 

 

The bottle was warm to the touch and filled with a peach-colored liquid. Hannah, however, wanted nothing this woman offered. Mommy's stern, steady gaze told her it was not an option. Hannah sighed, going to suckle the bottle, needing both hands to maneuver it. The bottle's silicon teat filled Hannah’s mouth comfortably, and she found it easy to nurse. Her mouth instantly filled with a sweet, creamy liquid that tasted like a flavored milkshake.

 

“What do you have to say to Mommy?” Mommy asked.

 

Hannah fought back an eye roll as she pulled the nipple from her mouth long enough to say, “Thank you, Mommy.” before she returned to nursing. 

 

Somehow, Hannah knew Mommy wouldn’t let her have any remaining liquid. It was dense, much like the formula Daddy fed her last night, and she quickly started to feel its effects the more she drank. Hannah found herself squirming, her bladder and bowels seeming to awaken and call for release out of nowhere.

 

Mommy had returned to pushing the cart, leaving Hannah to her thoughts as she sat there, nursing the bottle. Hannah closed her eyes, pretending she was back home; she wasn’t in the diaper dimension and was safe and sound at home. She felt the need to grow, and while she didn’t usually poop herself, she felt a sort of thrill at the prospect of it. What adult wore and used diapers? None that Hannah knew of. She grew increasingly excited at the prospect, giggling as she slipped into Little Space. Hannah lifted her legs and gave a soft push, relaxing her bladder simultaneously.

 

Hannah moaned around the bottle, feeling the warm mush pressing into the seat of her diaper, the diaper swelling to accommodate her accident. The thrill of using her diaper excited Hannah further as she nursed the bottle more urgently, her eyes fluttering in bliss as she felt the muck squishing between her legs, the cart seat offering little refuge as it furthered the feeling. Hannah had nearly felt her hand drifting south, wanting to play, relishing the sense of the squishy diaper.

 

That was until a voice pipped up from her subconscious, sending her reeling back to reality. ‘Such a good girl! You barely even held it!’  Naomi said, giggling and clapping her hands. ‘Good girls use their diapers; you are a good girl; Mommy will be so proud of you when she finds out!’ 

 

In any other circumstance back home, these words would have been enough to push her over the edge, especially having not been able to relieve herself the day prior. But, the fact that it wasn’t a natural person speaking to her was the voice of some stupid cartoon, and it had forced its way into her thoughts; it was enough to bring Hannah back from the edge as her consciousness came crashing down. She groaned, shifting in the seat of the cart, feeling the mess mush beneath her bum, not even aware of having finished the bottle until she was sucking on air.

 

Mommy stopped the cart, came around, and smiled as she saw the empty bottle. “You were a hungry baby, such a good girl!” she said, undoing the straps and pulling Hannah into her arms, gasping. And you made a present for Mommy? Mommy is so proud of you, pumpkin!” 

 

Hannah’s face blushed madly, especially as the woman put Hannah over her shoulder, Mommy’s hands patting her bum first and then her back. What was she doing? Was she trying to burp Hannah? She was an adult, not a freaking baby! Her internal monolog was cut short as she let out a healthy belch, formula dribbling down Hannah’s chin and making her blush madly.

 

Mommy chuckled, took a burp cloth, and cleaned her up, returning Hannah to her arm and slinging a bag over her other shoulder. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we can get your sister.” 

 

What did Mommy mean by cleaning her up? She had just wiped Hannah’s face clean from burping! Hannah could feel the woman's hand massaging the mess in her diaper, making her squirm, and it wasn’t until she saw the woman's restroom that she realized what was happening. Immediately, Hannah discovered she was being taken to be changed. More importantly, if she were being changed, it would most likely be on a changing table, as one saw in malls and stores, which would be out in the open for all to see and watch.

 

Hannah’s mind waged war with itself. On the one hand, she wanted to be changed, but on the other, she did not want it to be visible to everyone. Hannah’s face contorted in concentration as she fought; it wasn’t until she saw the folding changing table along the wall, with countless women milling about, that she decided.

 

Hannah squirmed in Mommy’s arms, glancing up at her. “I don’t think I need to change yet,” she said, “but I may still need to go.”

 

Mommy giggled, kissing her forehead as she laid Hannah down, pulling the strap across her tummy. “Then you can use your fresh diaper, baby girl! But Mommy doesn’t want you getting a rash.”

 

Hannah blushed madly as Mommy pulled her shorts off, revealing her soggy diaper for all to see. Hannah felt an immense shame washing through her as the tabs of her messy diaper were popped and the front pulled down, revealing its contents for all to see.

 

Hannah felt panic rising, her pulse pounding in her ears, and her breathing erratically. A woman stepped over and saw Hannah. “Aww, poor thing, first time?” she asked Mommy.

 

Mommy chuckled and nodded, “First time in public, it’s always a special occasion, but maybe just this once…” Hannah felt Mommy taking her hand, sticking her thumb into something extraordinary, a liquid of some kind, before gently but firmly pushing Hannah’s thumb into her mouth.

 

Hannah had been too focused on her humiliation to realize what was even happening until her thumb entered her mouth. She nursed it, whether by reflex or desire for comfort, nearly immediately feeling a relaxing sensation flood her body, and her adrenaline left her. She felt her body relax at the table as Mommy cleaned her up, her gaze hazing just slightly as the two women chatted, but Hannah didn’t care; she wasn’t focused on their words anymore. Why had Hannah been so worried? She could feel Mommy finish cleaning her and working her into a fresh diaper. 

 

Whatever narcotic Mommy had soaked Hannah’s thumb in seemed to be short-acting as she felt the fog begin to lift, her thoughts slowly returning to normal. It was about now she noticed the mirror directly above the changing table, reflecting Hannah’s image. She lay there, watching herself change, Mommy’s fingers clean her, the diaper swapped and replaced, the fresh one pulled up between her legs and pinned closed. Hannah didn’t see herself being changed; she saw a baby being changed. This wasn’t adult Hannah lying in the middle of the women's restroom; no, this was a different person entirely. Despite the medicine wearing off, Hannah was far more at ease with the situation than before.

 

“There we go.” Standing beside Mommy, the woman said, “They just need to see themselves how we see them! That’s all it takes.” She glared at the mirror and smiled at Hannah. 

 

Hannah felt Mommy pulling her shorts back into place and helping her sit up. She felt Mommy’s lip upon her forehead: “You did so well, pumpkin; you’ll do even better next time.” She glanced at the mirror, smiling: “You just need to remember how the rest of the world sees you. You are Mommy’s perfect little angel, nothing more, nothing less.”

 

With that, Mommy scooped Hannah back into her arms and carried her from the bathroom, biding the woman farewell. As they headed towards the Little’s Care Center, Hannah was strapped into the cart. Hannah’s mind had nearly fully returned to normal; her shame at having been changed in public was still there, a blossoming bloom of humiliation, but she could handle it now that it was over. She let her thumb drop from her mouth, realizing she was still nursing it, as she asked Mommy, “What was that stuff you gave me?”

 

“Just a relaxing agent, honey; the closer you are to a panic attack or anything like that, the more effective it is. It cancels out those negative feelings but can leave you feeling loopy.” Mommy explained.

 

Hannah was slightly surprised; the woman wasn’t usually coming with information and pocketed it for later. She felt loopy, but even that feeling faded as they arrived at the care center. Having seen them approach, the woman behind the counter turned and entered the back, returning moments later with Emily in her arms. Hannah immediately noticed Emily’s pants were gone, hanging from the worker's fingers as she handed both over to Mommy. “We washed out all those nasty words!” the worker informed Mommy, “She needed a little spanking to help with her attitude as well; you can find a full report on your phone. You two have a great day, bye bye cutie pie!” she said the last part to Emily, waving. 

 

Mommy thanked her, put Emily’s shorts in the cubby below where the blanket had gone, and pushed them away from the counter. Hannah realized that Emily was now going around with nothing covering her diaper, blushing at the sight. “Are you okay?” she asked Emily.

 

Emily seemed entirely out of it, her eyes glazed over, her mouth's pacifier bobbing gently. What the heck had they done to her? After a few moments, though, she gave Hannah a weak thumbs up before flopping back with a groan. Her nap was nowhere near as restful as Hannah’s. She felt bad for her sister; she hadn’t done anything truly wrong, had been spanked, and had the words washed away. Hannah grimaced as she realized it likely meant the girl's mouth had been cleaned with soap, but it may have been far more, judging from Emily's diaper. Emily finally murmured four words Hannah barely heard: "I’m a bad baby.” she said, a tear dripping down her cheek.

 

End of Chapter 10

[Moon3ye]

Hypnosis and drugs to control the Littles.

This story gets better and better.

[SolaraScott]

25 minutes ago, Moon3ye said:

Hypnosis and drugs to control the Littles.

This story gets better and better.

Amazon's go to great lengths to keep Littles inline 😛 you'd be a good baby though, right? 

[AuroraRose]

1 hour ago, SolaraScott said:

Amazon's go to great lengths to keep Littles inline 😛 you'd be a good baby though, right? 

Mayyyybe..  Don't think many of us would get much say otherwise..

[SolaraScott]

1 minute ago, AuroraRose said:

Mayyyybe..  Don't think many of us would get much say otherwise..

Heh, no, not really 😝 Maybe, unlike poor Hannah and Emily, you should do some research on exactly what you are getting yourself into before finding yourself in the grasps of an Amazon. 😜

[Moon3ye]

1 hour ago, SolaraScott said:

Amazon's go to great lengths to keep Littles inline 😛 you'd be a good baby though, right? 

If I were to go there it would only be because I'm tired of this dimension and I would find an Amazon mommy who is at least somewhat willing to negotiate changes (gender, physical mobility, mind etc.) otherwise I would probably cooperate and try to make it worthwhile for both of us.

Why not use nanites to make a really cute baby girl out of me, which would be great for commercials that could be aired in our world to show how much more carefree DD is.

Of course, if I came into this world by accident, I'd be a pain in the ass for any Amazon until she turned my mind to mush.

[SolaraScott]

1 minute ago, Moon3ye said:

If I were to go there it would only be because I'm tired of this dimension and I would find an Amazon mommy who is at least somewhat willing to negotiate changes (gender, physical mobility, mind etc.) otherwise I would probably cooperate and try to make it worthwhile for both of us.

Why not use nanites to make a really cute baby girl out of me, which would be great for commercials that could be aired in our world to show how much more carefree DD is.

Of course, if I came into this world by accident, I'd be a pain in the ass for any Amazon until she turned my mind to mush.

Hehe, I think many of us share the same sentiment. Wait till you get to know Daddy a little bit better, I think he may be more up your alley than Mommy is. But, it's a bit early to tell that just yet. 😜 At the end of the day, regardless of who you have as a Mommy or as a Daddy, you would still be playing by the rules forced upon Littles. 

[spankpaul_uk]

Oh absolutely loving how this is developing.

Poor Emily and Hannah, I think they are going to be in for plenty of spankings over the next few weeks.

I definitely think I’d be one of the first to sign up for this though and hell to the consequences - until I arrived and found myself in precisely their predicament.

I think Daddy might need to watch he isn’t too lenient with them though, as I can’t imagine their Mummy would tolerate it for long!!

 

[SolaraScott]

52 minutes ago, spankpaul_uk said:

Oh absolutely loving how this is developing.

Poor Emily and Hannah, I think they are going to be in for plenty of spankings over the next few weeks.

I definitely think I’d be one of the first to sign up for this though and hell to the consequences - until I arrived and found myself in precisely their predicament.

I think Daddy might need to watch he isn’t too lenient with them though, as I can’t imagine their Mummy would tolerate it for long!!

 

Gosh, right? Same here... If I had the opportunity to visit, I'd find it nearly impossible to resist, even though I knew what I was getting myself into. I'd downplay it in my head, 'it can't be THAT bad...' anddd then I'd find myself dressed in only a diaper, in the middle of a busy mall as my new Mommy breastfed me lol.

[BabySofia]

So I just finished reading the completed book on Amazon Kindle. Overall I really enjoyed the tale! I felt like the writing gets stronger on the back half of the book. If you get a chance I recommend going through the Kindle version and eliminating the End of Chapter x pieces, and just use a table of contents with chapters formatted with a heading 1 tag. Running everything through Grammarly would also probably catch a number of word substitutions that tweaked me for a few moments.

Overall it's a nice addition to the dimension! I'll look forward to seeing more from you later on!

[SolaraScott]

1 hour ago, BabySofia said:

So I just finished reading the completed book on Amazon Kindle. Overall I really enjoyed the tale! I felt like the writing gets stronger on the back half of the book. If you get a chance I recommend going through the Kindle version and eliminating the End of Chapter x pieces, and just use a table of contents with chapters formatted with a heading 1 tag. Running everything through Grammarly would also probably catch a number of word substitutions that tweaked me for a few moments.

Overall it's a nice addition to the dimension! I'll look forward to seeing more from you later on!

I appreciate the kind words! I honestly did expect people to even bother with the Kindle addition haha. I've never worked much with the platform and am still playing with publishing stuff there. I actually am running Grammerly, but every time I read a section, I find new minor tweaks I missed 😕 while it catches most stuff, there are definitely some word choices it likes to suggest that don't make sense in the context of the sentence. 

I felt similarly about my writing as I worked through the book. The more I wrote the more I developed as an author and now, going back to the first chapters, there's definite changes I would have made with the skills and knowledge I have now. I think the current books I'm writing, a companion novel to Crossing Worlds, and The Crimson Crown, but reflect how much I've matured as a writer. 

I'm glad you enjoyed though and am looking forward to publishing more content! 💕

[SolaraScott]

Chapter 11: A New Friend

 

“Unfortunately for Emily, I think only Hannah will get a new furry friend!” Mommy said as she pushed the girls into the Build-A-Bear type store, helping Hannah down from the cart. “Aren’t you excited?” Mommy asked.

 

Hannah blushed and nodded, “Yes, Mommy, thank you.” This earned her a pat on the head as a worker approached.

 

The worker was a young man, posing as a teenager but his expression and face told Hannah he was likely 24 or 25. Yet he seemed to tower over Hannah but was shorter than Mommy. Was this what they called a Tweener? Hannah wasn't certain. He wore blue overalls with the store's logo emblazoned on the chest. “Hi there, are we looking to make a new friend?” he asked.

 

The question was designed for Hannah but aimed at Mommy, who smiled and nodded, “Just one for today.”

 

The man’s eyes flickered at Emily, but he said nothing. He offered a hand to Hannah, “Of course! Right this way.”

 

With few other choices, Hannah took the man's hand as he led her to the store's first stage: the decision of a stuffy body. She glanced across the many options, deciding on another teddy bear, this one white with a similar red bow and lashes—a friend for Teddy! The worker smiled, taking the unstuffed stuffy and offering her a small, cloth heart.

 

The heart was a beanbag of sorts, filled to the brim. “Now, put all your love, care, and promises into that heart that awakens your new friend. Close your eyes and pour all yourself into that heart,” he said with an upbeat tone.

 

Feeling silly, Hannah did so, closing her eyes and imagining just that, trying to slip into a bit of space to help. It did; she could imagine herself as a little girl, getting a bear for the first time, grinning as she opened her eyes and handed the man the heart, “All done!”

 

He smiled warmly as he took it, adding it to the stuffy before attaching it to a machine, filling it with filling, and sewing up the back. “Perfect! Alright, let’s give your friend a name. Can you think of one?” he asked, holding the stuffed bear to her.

 

Hannah cocked her head to the side, studying the bear, imagining it with some clothes on before taking it with a smile, “Her name is Bella!” she announced proudly.

 

“That’s a lovely name! Let’s get Bella some clothes.” The worker said with a smile, guiding Hannah to the shelves of outfits. 

 

The overwhelming selection took Hannah back. Everything from princess dresses to space cowboys and accessories was here! She finally settled on a pink bow, similar to Teddy’s, apart from the color, a short yellow dress, and polka-dot bloomers. She eagerly dressed her new friend, hugging it as they returned to the front, where Mommy was waiting. 

 

Mommy gasped when she saw Hannah’s new friend getting down on one knee, “Oh my gosh, she’s so cute! Just like my baby girl, and who is this?” she asked Hannah.

 

Hannah, still in little space, giggled, “This is Bella, Mommy!” she exclaimed as the worker stepped up beside her. 

 

He chuckled, holding a pad of some sort, tapping in, “Alrighty, everything is set up and bound, comes with standard love connection, desire addiction starts at stage 2; anything else you’d like to add?”

 

The worker turned the tablet towards Mommy, whose eyes widened, scanning for several long seconds, “You guys can do that with just…” she glanced at Hannah, mouth agape, tapping a few buttons, “This will be fine.”

 

“Of course, ma’am, you can edit the settings at any time.” the worker said with a smile, waving to Hannah, “Bye, you two! Bye, Bella!”

 

Hannah already loved her new friend, holding the stuffed bear to her chest; it was nearly as big as she was! Mommy scooped both up, plopping Hannah back in the cart and pulling the straps over her shoulders and between her legs. 

 

Both girls strapped in, and Mommy pushed the cart from the store. Hannah glanced at Emily with a big smile, showing off her new friend. Emily’s face seemed to be back to normal, and she smiled at Bella with a hint of jealousy. Hannah missed this look completely, still feeling little. 

 

“Mind if I hold her?” Emily asked.

 

Hannah nodded, “Of course!” she said, handing over Bella.

 

Emily plopped Bella in her lap, and Hannah realized she was using the bear to help cover her diaper. Hannah blushed, realizing she hadn’t even thought about Emily; she should have offered.

 

“Her name is Bella?” Emily asked curiously.

 

Hannah nodded again, “Yeah, she’s going to be Teddy’s new best friend, " she giggled.

 

Emily looked at her curiously but said nothing as Mommy pushed the cart toward the mall's entrance. The girls realized they were likely heading home. Hannah didn’t mind; she was content to go with the flow and even stopped caring about her appearance. Heck, she nursed her thumb for the fun of it! She was a baby; no one cared! Yet, the longer Hannah didn’t hold Bella, the more that carefree nature seemed to wash off, her thoughts slowly returning to normal. Was it just her little space that was slipping away, or was there something more to it? The worker's words came to mind, but she had no clue what they meant. 

 

Mommy stopped the cart near the front, turning towards a restroom. She stooped down before Emily and Hannah, feeling both of their diapers. Hannah was still dry, but Emily was beyond needing a change. Mommy smiled, scooping Emily from the cart, holding her as she pushed the cart and Hannah into the bathroom, “Let’s get this stink butt changed!”

 

Hannah could see the conflict in Emily’s eyes, the same that had been in hers when she was going to be changed in public, the redness of Emily’s cheeks burning brightly. To her credit, Emily knew better than to argue with Mommy as she was strapped down. Hannah was positioned, almost as if on purpose, in a way that let her watch the entire changing process and see Emily in the mirror. It was as if Mommy wanted her to see that Emily was acting like and treated like a baby; she was nothing more and nothing less than Mommy’s little girl. 

 

Hannah was humiliated for Emily, seeing the poor girl's nethers completely caked in mess, her entire body red in shame. Hannah tried to distract herself, taking Bella back into her lap. The effects could have been faster to notice. Still, after a minute or two, Hannah realized the shame and humiliation she felt for Emily had dissipated entirely, as if such feelings were being suppressed. I was left with a sense of contentment, as if nothing was wrong. Were these feelings due to the stuffed bear sitting in her lap? Or was Hannah growing numb to everything? No, she had felt shame the moment she saw Emily lying there with her diaper open; the feeling had disappeared. 

 

As an experiment, Hannah returned Bella to the seat beside her and waited. Mommy finished cleaning up Emily, rolling her soiled diaper up and handing it to her, “Can you throw away your diaper for Mommy, baby?” she asked, having finished getting Emily dressed.

 

Mommy scooped Emily up and carried her to the trash, where Emily tossed it in, a blush on her cheeks. “There we go! Such a good girl! You did very well, Emily. Mommy is proud.” 

 

Hannah saw the briefest smile crossing Emily’s lips before turning to the sink. Mommy helped wash Emily’s hands before returning her to the cart and plopping the stuffed bear into Emily’s lap. 

 

With the girls strapped in, Mommy pushed the cart out of the bathroom and to the entrance. Outside, their car was just pulling up to the front. Fancy that! These cars would drive themselves, and that was incredible technology. Mommy pulled the cart up to the car, unloading her purchases before adding each girl to their respective car seats and strapping them tightly. 

 

Hannah’s head seemed to clear continuously, and by the time they were in the car, she had the presence of mind to feel ashamed at having watched her friend's poopy diaper being changed. As Mommy entered the front, Hannah leaned over to Emily, “Do you feel anything from Bella? Like, a relaxing sensation or something, like your worries don’t matter?” she asked curiously.

 

Emily's head cocked and then shook no, “Nothing, I’ve heard of these though, they can do all sorts of stuff to you, and it only works for the person who built them. You should be fine, though; I watched Mommy configure it; it’s set to help ease your tension and let you relax. I was curious if it’d work for me, but I wasn’t sure,” she reported, handing Bella back to Hannah.

 

Hannah was apprehensive about taking the bear, knowing it was doing something to her mind. However, if Emily was correct, it might be right; if used correctly, it could help her acclimate to this new treatment.  

 

She took the bear, setting it in her lap. Mommy got into the front of the car, and they set off. Thankfully, the screens didn’t come on this time, leaving them to Mommy’s music selection. It was around now. Hannah felt her bladder beginning to ache again, but she didn’t mind; she was in a diaper! She grinned, popping her thumb in her mouth and soaking her diaper.

 

‘You are such a good girl! Soaking your diaper as soon as you feel the need, it’s what good girls do, you are a good girl, a good baby for your Mommy.’ Naomi said in her head.

 

With the feelings of the bear taking hold of her and feeling little, she found herself giggling, Naomi’s words creating a pleasant warmth radiating through her. ‘I am a good girl!’ she thought to herself and Naomi. Who beamed with pride, filling Hannah with warmth and acceptance. Hannah wallowed in it, relishing being a good girl; her Mommy would be so proud!

 

Hannah was nearly excited; she couldn’t wait to show Mommy what she had done! Naomi’s voice echoed in her head, urging her on. The bear clutched in one arm, the thumb from her other hand in her mouth. Hannah glanced out the window excitedly as the car rose towards their home.  

 

The car pulled into the garage, the door closing behind them as Mommy got out. She came over to Hannah’s door and opened it. Hannah giggled, grinning. “Mommy! I went potty!” she exclaimed with a giant giggle.

 

Naomi giggled at the back of her head, equally proud and happy about her accomplishment. Mommy gasped, smiling, her fingers instantly feeling Hannah’s diaper. “You did?! Such a good girl! Mommy's perfect baby!” she said, scooping Hannah from the car seat and setting her on her hip as she got Emily.

 

Hannah’s eyes rolled back as a wave of euphoria washed through her; Mommy’s praise was just too much for her with her guard down like this. She found herself limp in Mommy’s arms, her thumb back in her mouth as they entered the house again. She didn’t even feel Emily’s concerned eyes on her as they were set down in the living room. Mommy pulled closed the baby gate to keep them in.

 

Hannah lay back, giggling, nursing her thumb. Emily gently but firmly pulled the bear from her fingers. Hannah was too relaxed and too regressed even to nurse, squealing with delight as Mommy returned, handing both girls a bottle of yellowish juice, most likely apple juice. Hannah eagerly took it in both hands, immediately beginning to nurse it. Either through the bear's effects or just the sheer amount of liquid Hannah had ingested, she felt her bladder getting full again. She lay on her back, resting the bottle on her chest as she slipped a hand to her diaper, relishing the feeling as she soaked her diaper, her bum growing warm as her diaper absorbed her latest accident. 

 

She hadn’t even seen Mommy until her hand was gently but firmly pulled away, “Babies don’t touch their diapers, honey; that’s what Mommy and Daddy are for.” she said, her hand now feeling Hannah’s diaper as she began to praise Hannah. 

 

Hannah was in euphoric bliss, feeling her wet diaper, Mommy’s touch, and the praise both Mommy and Naomi were pounding on her. She was defenseless against this continuous bombardment. She hadn’t even realized Mommy was gone or that her bottle was dry, nursing on air for 10 minutes before Hannah’s thoughts finally started to return.

 

Hannah let the bottle drop with a groan, her eyes fluttering as she tried to regain complete control of her faculties. Looking down at her with concern, Emily appeared above her, “I wonder if this is what I look like the first time, too.”  

 

“The first time for what?” Hannah asked, rubbing her forehead and sitting up. 

 

“Mommy began praising me the first time I slipped into little space.” Emily said immediately before pausing, “Do… you hear a voice?” 

 

Hannah glanced at her, eyes wide, “You hear Naomi too?” 

 

Emily nodded weakly, “Ever since I watched the show for the first time, the more I watch it, the more she’s there.” she grimaced, “The longer I go, the harder it is to resist her thinking, to separate her thoughts from mine.”

 

Hannah grimaced; it made sense; it made her glad to hear she wasn’t the only one who had a cartoon character’s thoughts in her head. But it also raised more concerning questions, like what kind of stuff was she telling Emily? Why did they have a cartoon that did that to people? There had to be some moral line that was being crossed here. Then again, these Amazons seemed to be operating from a different moral structure than she was accustomed to. “Have you found a way to keep Naomi quiet?” 

 

Emily shrugged, “The longer I go, the more difficult it is to distinguish my thoughts from hers. I want to give in and do as she says the longer she’s there speaking to me.” 

 

“Wonderful,” Hannah said, glancing at the stuffed bear beside her. “Thanks, by the way.” 

 

Emily followed her gaze and nodded, “I don’t think that helped you. It looks like it suppressed your ability to resist Naomi or even your little side. I’ve never had one, but that’s what I’ve heard from other Littles.”

 

Hannah nodded, casting another glance at Bella. Bella sat there, smiling at her through glassy eyes, yet Hannah felt she could feel Bella’s presence, watching and waiting.

End of Chapter 11

[SGTbaby]

Great story! I started reading today and am very much looking forward to more! I do wonder about illness or if they get a 2nd boy to have a pair of both. But the school setting sounds interesting as well! 

[SolaraScott]

Just now, SGTbaby said:

Great story! I started reading today and am very much looking forward to more! I do wonder about illness or if they get a 2nd boy to have a pair of both. But the school setting sounds interesting as well! 

I appreciate the kind words! ☺️ You will definitely get to experience both haha. I hope you enjoy future chapters! 💕

[SolaraScott]

Chapter 12: A Loving Companion

For now, Hannah and Emily were left alone to their own devices. Hannah's concerns over the bear caused her to leave it at the far end of the play area. She turned her attention to Emily, hoping to get more information: “What do you know about this school?”

 

Emily shrugged, “Probably about as much as you do, honestly. They said they specialized in acclimating Little’s to this world. But their paperwork didn’t go into detail about specifics; they just kept on about the program's benefits and whatnot.”

 

Hannah nodded; she had gleaned that much information from her time preparing for the trip. “Do you know why they pushed back your attendance?” 

 

Emily shrugged again, “I didn’t get to talk to the school directly; I only heard what Mommy told me, which was an error in the paperwork submitted for the school that had me in this batch of students, yours. The contract stipulates that I must fulfill at least the week at the school before the paperwork is sent for my return home or something along those lines.”

 

Hannah narrowed her eyes; something about that felt off. If Emily had to complete an entire week at school, what would stop them from ending her school a day early? What were the specifics of the contract regarding returning? Hannah felt a lump of worry forming in her chest; something was truly off about this world; she wished she had spent more time reading through that stupid contract. 

 

Hannah opened her mouth to ask another question, but Daddy stepped into the room with a smile. “There are my baby girls. How are you two doing?” he asked, stepping into the play area and kneeling beside Emily and Hannah. 

 

“It was okay,” Emily said, blushing, not meeting his eyes.

 

“Just okay? Mommy said you weren’t happy being left in the play area.” Daddy probed gently.

 

Emily blushed but nodded weakly, “I… didn’t realize the mall system thing was recording, and it caught a curse word, and Mommy sent me to the care center, and… " She trailed off, slumping back, suddenly looking depressed.

 

Daddy immediately pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly, a hand behind her head. " Oh, pumpkin, I’m so sorry. I saw the report of what they did to you; that was a bit much.” Hannah saw several tears running down Emily’s cheeks. “I wish that hadn’t happened, but you need to be careful of your language, regardless of whether anyone is listening.”

 

Emily nodded, resting her face against Daddy’s shoulder as he consoled her. He glanced at Hannah, “It sounded okay for you, Hannah Banana! You got a new friend and everything!” 

 

Hannah smiled softly, nodding, “I did, but Mommy used a pacifier that locked into my mouth, and I think it had something on it to knock me out.”

 

Hannah saw the grimace on Daddy’s face as she reported this. He shook his head, sighing, “Were you being fussy? Refused to go down for a nap?” Hannah shook her head no. To his credit, Daddy looked embarrassed, “Well, I can’t say I approve, but as your parents, we will use whatever tools we need to ensure you comply with the standards of your step-down program and meet your goals.”

 

Hannah’s attention immediately perked up; Daddy seemed to be spilling more information than she had received from Mommy all morning. “The step-down program, what is that?” she asked.

 

Daddy opened his mouth, still rocking Emily, and closed it again, seeming to choose his words very carefully, “It is a program that ensures you meet certain goals.” he said slowly, “I can not get into specifics, but just know, we, as your parents, have to adhere to it and do whatever is necessary to ensure you do as well.”

 

Hannah felt a cold chill traveling through her body at the words. What did that mean? By whose standards were they being judged? What goals were set forth for her and Emily? More importantly, who set these goals, and why did they have to meet them if they were only going to be there till the end of the week? Something didn’t add up, but it was clear that Daddy wouldn’t give her any more information as he changed the topic.

 

“How would you two like to go to the park?” he asked, “Mommy has Evan; they are doing some paperwork for his schooling, but you two, all yours is done!”

 

Daddy smiled, his tone warm and accepting. Hannah smiled, “Sure, that sounds like fun.” 

 

He turned to Emily, whose tears had dried; she nodded. “It’s decided then, to the park! Let’s grab your diaper bag and some bottles, and we can go. Would you two rather ride in the stroller or walk?” 

 

Hannah was a bit surprised at the offer. Mommy, for the most part, had decided everything for them, but now they had a choice. She didn’t want to be forced to shuffle to the park, yet the prospect of walking enticed her to move under her own free will. “Umm, I’d like to walk!” she said with a smile.

 

“Can I ride?” Emily asked, rubbing an eye.

 

Daddy chuckled, “Of course, sweetheart, and if Hannah is tired at the end of playing, she can ride back!” he said, setting Emily down on her feet. He pulled two thin, silver metal cuffs from his pocket, his thumb doing something, and they popped open. He leaned down and fixed them around Emily’s ankle before turning towards Hannah. He held it out to her, letting her take the band gingerly, curious, “This is a tracking band.” he explained, “It’s secured by biometrics and can only be undone by me; it tells me exactly where you are at all times, and sends me information on your vitals. It can also send a distress signal to me or the police if needed. The park is massive, and I’ll be there the whole time, but I also want you two to be able to explore without concern, without fear of,” Daddy trailed off, “Well, Daddy wants to make sure you two are safe.”

 

Hannah nodded; it made sense. Someone could easily scoop up Emily and her, pacified and gone in moments without ever being seen again. The thought made her skin crawl. If this little device would prevent that, Hannah was all for it. She set it around her ankle, the two ends meeting and conjoining on their own, the band shrinking to fit her ankle perfectly. Hannah could barely even feel it; it was so light! 

 

Daddy smiled warmly, approvingly, “What kind of juice would you like for your bottle? Apple, grape, prune, orange, pomegranate, we got a bit of everything.”

 

“Apple for me, please!” Emily said, the last of her tears dried.

 

Daddy nodded, looking to Hannah, “Grape, please.”

 

“Done! Daddy will be right back.” Daddy said, standing and leaving the girls in the living room again.

 

Emily sighed, rubbing her eyes.” That stupid place, their bottles messed me up.” she grunted, her hands on her knees.

 

Hannah flushed, “Do you still enjoy it at all? Using diapers, I mean.” 

 

Emily grinned, giving her a look. She reached over and grabbed Hannah’s hand, bringing it to her bum, letting Hannah cup Emily’s diaper as she began to push. Hannah’s face turned a bright red as she felt Emily’s diaper swelling, the girl grunting softly and then growing warm as she soaked herself as well. Emily’s hand was still holding Hannah’s, gently forcing Hannah to massage her rear, feeling the mess she had just made, the minor moan escaping her lips. 

 

Hannah couldn’t stop the excitement stirring within her; she hadn’t been with a girl before, heck, she hadn’t been with a boy either, but standing there, feeling Emily’s bum as she messed herself, her diaper growing warm and squishy, she felt a flush on her face that had nothing to do with embarrassment.

 

Hannah’s fingers began touching Emily’s diaper on her own accord. Emily let her hand drop as she wiggled her bum, giggling. “Oh yeah, I still do occasionally; it depends on the context of what’s happening. It's still exciting when I choose to go and think about it like that. That being said, there have been times I wish I didn’t have to use diapers.” she admitted.

 

Hannah blushed, letting her hand drop as Emily stood back up, turning to her with a grin. “Makes sense,” Hannah said, a bit embarrassed at having been touching Emily during such an intimate act.

 

“We got to be careful they don’t see; Daddy thinks differently than Mommy on that; he thinks we should use that desire to help train us to be good girls; Mommy, on the other hand, thinks we should be completely desexualized as it’s not proper for babies to have such feelings. It’s a huge debate in the Amazon world. Regardless, it’s usually not a good idea to let them see you with any desire; it’s more likely to cause problems.” Emily explained. She grinned again, leaning in close to Hannah and whispering, “That being said, with Daddy around, we will have a few opportunities for fun.”

 

Hannah felt a shiver and a grin on her lips. “I’ve never done anything like that before-” she started, Emily putting a finger on Hannah’s lips and silencing her.

 

“It’s okay; you can follow my lead,” Emily responded with a wink. 

 

Daddy returned moments later, carrying a pink bag slung over his shoulders and a folded stroller. He opened the baby gate to the living room, unfolding the stroller and stashing the bag beneath. Hannah didn’t miss that the bag clearly said, “Hannah and Emily’s diaper bad.” along the side. 

 

Daddy scooped up Emily, strapped her in, and handed her a bottle, letting her nurse in before handing Hannah hers. Hannah tilted the bottle back, giving it a few suckles and tasting a delicious grape juice filling her mouth, far better than anything she had ever tasted back home. She let up, her eyes wide, “This is freaking good!”

 

Daddy chuckled, “Just say it was excellent, Hannah; I know it’s not a curse, but it's better to break those habits now. The quality of ingredients here is far superior to what you have on Earth. It’s a problem. Remind me tonight, and I’ll let you try some of my dinner. I’m also bringing lunch for you girls. Mommy got your snacks at the mall, but I’m sure you could use some food.”

 

Hannah nodded sheepishly. Daddy was never too harsh, but he clarified that he was in charge and that his orders would be followed. She found herself liking the man; she didn’t want to make him mad or piss him off intentionally. 

 

“Don’t you want to bring along your new friend?” Daddy asked, looking to where Bella lay, forgotten, in the play area.

 

Hannah looked away sheepishly. “I do, but it doesn’t make me feel right,” she admitted.

 

Daddy cocked an eyebrow, a look of realization crossing his face as he mumbled something. He stepped over to Bella, picked the bear up, and pressed what looked like his phone to the bear. Hannah could read his expression, his eyes widening, and he shook his head, sighing. “I’m sure this was mostly from that place; it was programmed to…” he trailed off, shaking his head again, “Hannah, hun, that bear can do a lot of things for you. I can have it help relax you, to help you enjoy yourself as you learn what it means to be a Little, or, would you rather it do nothing?” he asked, glancing to Hannah.

 

Hannah was taken aback; she wasn’t expecting him to offer something like that, to let her choose. It was incredible! More than that, it furthered the point that she could not trust Mommy; she just couldn’t. Plus, if Mommy didn’t see her with her new friend, it would likely raise suspicion, especially if its effects were powerful. Hannah glanced at the bear and almost needed to snatch it away from Daddy. It was her friend! Not his!

 

She forced herself to look away as she contemplated what to do. Part of her was screaming to have everything removed; she didn’t want anything messing with her state of mind. Yet, a piece of her told her she could use this. As Emily said, moments would be humiliating and out of her control. How incredible would it be to have a tool she could use to suppress those feelings when needed?

 

“That’s fine. Is there a way to make it so only I can activate its effects?” Hannah asked curiously.

 

Daddy cocked his head to the side, scrolling through the options he had before smiling, “Why yes, yes, there is! I will set it to a low relaxation setting, and there is nothing that will eliminate your inhibition, and all you need to do is hug her. Sound like a deal?”

 

Hannah grinned ear to ear, nodding, “Deal!”

 

Daddy chuckled, tapping a few things, and suddenly, that desire to snatch Bella from his arms was gone, as if the bear meant nothing to her the blue. But it wasn’t completely gone; it was still there. She felt barely more of a desire towards Teddy, as if she had had Bella for a long time and loved her stuffed friend.

 

Daddy offered the bear to Hannah as he took the bottle from her, stowing it in a thermal pocket on the side of the diaper bag. Hannah recently took the bear, waiting for something to happen, and when nothing did, she burrowed her face in its incredibly soft fur, giggling.

 

With that sorted, Daddy pushed the stroller to the front door, offering a hand to Hannah, who took it, her heart thumping. The door slid open silently, revealing a glass-lined hallway; Daddy pushed the stroller out, and Hannah took her first steps beyond the household. 

End of Chapter 12

[Kat5]

I have described the Diaper Dimension to others as "On the surface, it looks like an ABDL flight of fancy. Until you peek under the table cloth to see what's holding it up."

 

I feel like you have absolutely well enshrined what I mean by that! She came here expecting a fun time at face value and now she's learning that once you're here ... getting away is not a 'little' task!

[SolaraScott]

4 minutes ago, Kat5 said:

I have described the Diaper Dimension to others as "On the surface, it looks like an ABDL flight of fancy. Until you peek under the table cloth to see what's holding it up."

 

I feel like you have absolutely well enshrined what I mean by that! She came here expecting a fun time at face value and now she's learning that once you're here ... getting away is not a 'little' task!

Once you peek under that tablecloth, you get dragged under, made helpless, and unable to warn the others sitting at the table. It only takes a curious glance for it to nip you. 

 

I tried to envision what my own experience may be like going to the diaper dimension. I'd be a bit more willing and excited than Hannah or Emily... Although, I say that now, lol. Who knows what it'd actually be like? I think it also heavily depends on who you have for a Mommy/Daddy.

[Kat5]

1 hour ago, SolaraScott said:

Once you peek under that tablecloth, you get dragged under, made helpless, and unable to warn the others sitting at the table. It only takes a curious glance for it to nip you. 

 

I tried to envision what my own experience may be like going to the diaper dimension. I'd be a bit more willing and excited than Hannah or Emily... Although, I say that now, lol. Who knows what it'd actually be like? I think it also heavily depends on who you have for a Mommy/Daddy.

See, I wanted a story told on a small scale, that shared the spotlight between characters. To me the vast majority of the Amazons don't think that they're doing anything wrong at all.

Of course, I also accidentally made it obvious that my favorite character is the dog.

I'm a little, we're whimsical. And dogs are great.

[SolaraScott]

Chapter 13: A Trip to the Park

Hannah held tightly onto Daddy’s hand, her tiny fingers wrapped in his as they stepped out of the apartment into the glass-walled hallway. The hallway stretched around the entire complex, a gleaming, transparent path allowing breathtaking views of the towering city outside. Hannah’s eyes widened as she peered out, watching the skyline shimmer beneath the soft afternoon light. Massive skyscrapers stood tall, their surfaces reflecting the clouds and sky. Down below, the city buzzed with life, but everything felt peaceful and calm in the quiet hallway.

 

Emily rode in the stroller in relative silence as they walked, enjoying the peace. The walkway curved gracefully, with the sleek walls making it feel like they were floating high above the world. Occasionally, Hannah caught glimpses of the interconnected buildings surrounding theirs, all linked by expansive glass corridors that seemed to hover. Occasionally, they passed small communal spaces, a lounge, and a cafe, each designed with the same sleek, modern elegance as the rest of the complex.

 

Soon, they reached a bank of elevators, a smooth panel glowing softly as Daddy pressed the button to call for their ride. The doors slid open with a soft hiss, and Hannah felt a slight flutter in her stomach as they stepped inside. The elevator was large and open, with more glass walls allowing uninterrupted views as they ascended. As floors passed beneath them, she gazed at the layers of buildings and platforms, her excitement growing with each passing second. They were rising higher and higher, climbing towards the rooftop park that awaited them.

 

The elevator stopped smoothly, and the doors opened to reveal the park; they were in the middle of the massive place, with no set entrance or exits. As they stepped out, Hannah gasped in awe. The park was enormous, far more extensive than she had imagined. It stretched across the rooftops of multiple skyscrapers, a swirling green paradise high above the city. Paths wound through lush grass and towering trees, their leaves rustling softly in the gentle breeze. Ahead, the park spread out in all directions, paths sprouting off in every direction.

 

Hannah first noticed a series of hiking trails that twisted up gentle hills dotted with benches and shaded areas. Little lakes glistened in the distance, their surfaces sparking under the sun, and small rivers snaked through the park, crossed by arched stone bridges that added to the space's charm. Hannah could see people renting boats near the lakes, some pedaling in colorful paddleboats while others glided in small canoes, enjoying the calm waters.

 

The pathways beneath their feet were wide and well-kept, perfect for strollers or the steady stream of families and children on bikes whizzing by with the occasional bell ring. To their left, a large fountain shot streams of water high into the air, its rhythmic splashing adding a refreshing sound to the park's background hum. The water cascaded into a shallow pool where children played, splashing around in the calm waters.

 

Further down the path, Hannah could see multiple play areas designed for different ages. Some had brightly colored swings and slides, while others were soft-padded zones with tunnels and climbing structures. There were even zip lines that stretched between tall poles, perfect for teenagers or young adults, though Hannah’s eyes lit up when she spotted the slides and ball pits she and Emily would be occupying.

 

Picnic areas were scattered throughout, their tables nestled under large trees of open pavilions. Families and friends gathered there, enjoying lunches and snacks, some with Little ones in high chairs or toddlers running around in the grass nearby, their diapers bulging between chubby legs. Tiny food kiosks stood here and there, offering parkgoers soft-serve ice cream, fresh fruit, and drinks. 

 

As they walked, Daddy guided Hannah over a wooden bridge that arched over a slow-moving river. She looked down and saw the clear water below, with little fish darting through the shadows cast by the bridge. The park was filled with life; birds chirped from treetops, and butterflies flitted around the paths' flowers. It felt like an entire world on top of the city, a vast, open space where the towering skyscrapers seemed to disappear, replaced by nature’s beauty.

 

Finally, after a little more walking, they reached a quiet spot near one of the small lakes. The water reflected the sky; nearby, some families were feeding ducks that swam lazily by. Daddy took one of the many open picnic tables, stopping the stroller and setting the break as he pulled Emily from the stroller. She was gently nursing her thumb, a content expression on her face. Hannah set Bella in the stroller, not wanting to have to hold her during lunchtime.

 

Daddy immediately noticed Emily’s bulging bum and smiled. “Oh, Emily, I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t realize you went poopies for Daddy. I’m very proud of you, pumpkin. You are such a good girl. Do you want to change now or after lunch, honey? "

 

Hannah saw Emily’s eyes flutter, basking in his praise, “After lunch, Daddy, thank you, " she giggled.

 

Daddy smiled, setting Emily on the picnic table’s bench, “You are doing great with your training, Emily. Daddy is very, very proud of you.” 

 

Emily grinned, her eyes glazing over as Daddy helped Hannah onto the bench beside her. He began pulling out food from the stroller, setting several containers down, and offering the bottles to the girls. He then began setting them plates. Hannah and Emily were served on cute, colorful, sectioned-off plates. Both were provided peanut butter sandwiches cut into the shape of a Teddy bear's head, grapes, carrots, string cheese, and a small cookie.

 

Daddy served himself a club sandwich, chips, and a soda, fixing Hannah with a look. “Go potty for Daddy before lunch is over, honey. I will get you both changed. I brought your swimming trunks. Would you two like to play in the water parks?” he asked.

 

Hannah wanted to melt beneath that gaze. His words, while belittling, were toned just right to make her heart swell, her mind slipping into little space with ease. She could relax around this man; she knew he wouldn’t take advantage of her like Mommy would. She glanced at Emily, who grinned, seemingly in a similar state of mind, giving her a nod. “Water park!” she squealed between bites of sandwich.

 

Daddy smiled warmly, turning to his meal as the girls ate. Hannah, eager to make Daddy proud, did exactly as he asked. She didn’t need to go but knew she could if she tried. With a bit of effort, Hannah was able to wet and poop herself, the combination of the two swirling in her diaper before being soaked in, leaving her feeling squishy but dry. 

 

Suddenly, a voice echoed through Hannah’s head, having nearly forgotten the girl's presence as Naomi spoke to Hannah. ‘You are such a good girl, Hannah! You are such a good baby for your Daddy. You don’t even fight to hold yourself back; you just use your diaper as you need to. I’m proud of you, just like Daddy is!"

 

Hannah wanted to hate Naomi; she tried to keep the girl from her head. She hated that she could hear Naomi’s thoughts and even more that she agreed with the girl. Each time Hannah allowed herself to slip into Little Space, her relaxed nature made her susceptible to Naomi’s suggestions. They did reflect her thoughts and desires in a matter of speaking, and deep down, she knew this. Was Naomi just a manifestation of her deepest, kinkiest desires? Or, was Naomi a figment of her cartoon show that had lodged into Hannah’s mind that she was now using as an excuse to warrant her actions? Neither answer soothed Hannah, so she simply ignored the girl who retreated, having realized she wasn’t being engaged. 

 

Whether through excitement or hungry tummies, it didn’t take either girl long to finish their meals. Daddy gently shook both girls' bottles, feeling how much was left in each. “Emily, just a bit more, baby, and you can save the rest while Daddy gets Hannah changed.”

 

“Yes, Daddy,” Emily replied, nursing the bottle. 

 

Daddy brought the diaper bag and laid a mat on the table towards the end. It wasn’t until now that Hannah realized she should ask something: where would they be changed? Was there a restroom nearby? Daddy, however, was already scooping Hannah up and laying her on the changing mat right there in the middle of the park. Hannah began blushing brightly with embarrassment, shame swelling to a crescendo as she voiced her concerns, “Right here, Daddy? Isn’t there someplace a little more private?” she asked.

 

Daddy smiled, stepping over to the stroller and retrieving Bella, handing it to her. “Something you will learn, baby girl, is that babies are changed whenever and wherever is convenient. This is a convenient spot; no one is looking, and nothing is wrong. This is completely normal. You are just a baby. Relax, hug your bear. I’ll be done in a few moments.”

 

Feeling Daddy begin to tug off her shorts, Hannah took the bear and hugged it tightly, her heart racing a thousand miles per hour as she felt her shorts come completely off, leaving her in just the soiled diaper. The effects of the bear were much more subtle this time; she thought it was attacking her anxiety first, slowly letting her relax. Her breathing began to slow as she felt Daddy working her clean, and she hadn’t even realized her diaper was open already! She heard him praising her, his praise furthering the effects of the bear, making her swell with pride at making him happy. There was something about his words, about making him happy, that truly made Hannah’s heart swell, and Daddy liked it when she wet and pooped her diapers for him, he genuinely liked her behaving like a baby, and babies got changed wherever they could, like a picnic table.

 

The entire process was over in 30 seconds, the moments having seemed to stretch on for far longer than they did for Hannah. She hadn’t even felt Naomi stirring the entire time, perhaps because Daddy was there to fill that role. Hannah was soon diapered again, but Daddy was sitting her up instead of finishing, pulling her top off. Well, if having your poopy diaper changed in the park didn’t bother her, showing her bare chest certainly didn’t either. She felt Daddy pulling something over her legs and up her body, a stretchy material that seemed to cling to Hannah.

 

Hannah realized it was a one-piece swimsuit as Daddy pulled the straps over her shoulders, encasing her body. Her diaper felt different, too; it had less padding. It was a swim diaper, she realized with a start. Her swimsuit bulged noticeably around it, but it wasn’t as bad as the night or daytime diapers she had been wearing. 

 

The swimsuit itself had a princess on the front. It was pink, and colors danced across its surface. It had a ruffled, short skirt that flittered around Hannah’s hips, doing nothing to provide any decency and only adding to her cuteness. Hannah felt Daddy gently taking the bear from Hannah, who was no longer hugging it. Her fears and concerns didn’t come rushing back. They were still there—they had been the whole time—but she could manage them.

 

“You did such a great job, Hannah.” Daddy said, “You are such a good girl; that wasn’t too bad, was it?”

 

Hannah shook her head, and Daddy helped her down after removing her socks and setting Emily in her place. 

 

Hannah was left to explore her new outfit as Daddy repeated the process with Emily, who didn’t have Bella to comfort her. Hannah could tell the girl was beyond embarrassed, but there wasn’t much she could do to help Emily. Thankfully, Daddy was on top of it, praising her as much, if not more, than he had Hannah, trying to quell any negative thoughts Emily was having and ensuring she understood what a good girl she was being. 

 

It didn’t take long before Emily stood beside Hannah, grinning from her one-piece suit, nearly identical to the princess shown on her face. Hannah didn’t recognize either of them; she assumed they were apart from the Amazon world and not her own. Did they even have Disney on this planet? It wouldn’t make sense if they did, yet so much of their culture seemed to mirror what they had on Earth. The two worlds had similar food, clothing styles, and language. There was far more in common with them than there were differences. It was an odd realization: why would this place be able to serve the same soft-serve ice cream she had back home but not know who Rapunzel was? 

 

That, however, was a concern for another time. Daddy leaned down to them with a slight yellow canister that Hannah recognized as sunscreen. “Eye closed.” He said with a smile, “Hold your breath, sweetheart.” 

 

Hannah did so, feeling a cool mist envelope her and almost immediately dissipate. She cracked an eye, but Daddy was already putting away the canister. She took a hesitant breath, catching the sweet floral scent of lavender wafting around her. “Alright, girls, Daddy will be right here watching you two. If you need anything, let me know, okay? You two stay together, understand?” he asked, a soft firmness to his voice.

 

Hannah and Emily nodded in unison, “Yes, Daddy.” Emily said.

 

Daddy smiled, nodding, “Now, have fun, you two.”

 

Emily turned to Hannah, grinning as they approached the small water park. " The first one, there is a rotten egg?” Emily asked.

 

Hannah giggled, “That’s just your butt you are smelling!” she exclaimed with a wink before both girls tore off down the path, squealing with excitement. 

End of Chapter 13

[SGTbaby]

Water park sounds like fun. The hypnosis is subtle and awesome watch Hannah react too as she figures it out.