Crossing Worlds 1: Complete Book

[SolaraScott]

49 minutes ago, SGTbaby said:

Interesting chapter that has some the potential for some fun moving pieces. Elia looks to be in a bit of a precarious situation.

Oh very much so! This was the interludes :3 in between parts 1 and 2! I used it to showcase a few other people's perspectives, regular chapters again next!

[SolaraScott]

Chapter 23: Cartoons

Hannah and Emily’s swinging was interrupted as the chimes sounded, drawing them and the rest of the students back inside. As they passed the daycare workers at the door, their diapers were checked, much to the humiliation of both girls. They were both wet but not enough to warrant a change, apparently, as they were ushered inside. The other students were milling about, a sort of free time, it seemed. Some had returned to the creative area, while others were playing with toys and others lounging around in the now-empty story circle area. Yet, others seemed to be congregating in front of the screen, watching some silly cartoons. 

 

“What do you think we should do?” Hannah asked. 

 

Emily shrugged, “I’m partial to just relaxing in the story circle until we are forced to do something.”

 

Hannah nodded, and the two girls made their way in and found empty bean bags settling in. “What do you think of the place?” Emily asked as they relaxed.

 

“I mean, other than the brute force nature of their messaging, it’s not been too bad,” Hannah replied.

 

Emily snorted, “You’ll come to experience that a lot around here; what was going on in that house anyway?” 

 

Hannah glanced around nervously, whispering as she saw no one nearby who could overhear them, “They are part of a Little organization that is resisting the Amazon government.” Hannah said, grinning slyly.

 

Emily studied her for a moment and then burst out laughing, wiping tears from her eyes. “That is freaking hilarious; no wonder they are hiding; oh my gosh, that’s incredible.” wiping a tear away, she glanced at Hannah, who wasn’t laughing. Emily’s laughter died down, her smile fading, “Oh wait, sorry, were you serious?”

 

Hannah nodded, “Yeah, seriously, they are apparently undermining Amazon facilities and breaking out Littles as well as studying serums that can block Amazon hypnotic messages!” Hannah said eagerly, keeping her voice low.

 

Emily raised an eyebrow, “That all seems like a lot, Hannah; you really think they are legit and aren’t just stringing you along to have some fun?

 

Hannah’s enthusiasm melted, “I don’t know, to be honest.” she said with a sigh, sitting back, “I really don’t. They didn’t have any proof, but it’s the first I’ve even heard of such a thing; I figured, why not? You know?” 

 

Emily shrugged, “I suppose it just seems like you are getting yourself into more trouble than it’s worth; what if they caught wind of it? Even if it’s fake, even if the group doesn’t exist, what do you think they’ll do?”

 

Hannah shrunk back, pulling her knees up to her chest, “You’re right, damn it, I guess I was just excited to be a part of something bigger, something beyond being forced to poop myself.” she added with a grin.

 

Emily smiled softly, nodding, “I can understand that.”

 

Further questions were stalled as a girl stepped up, her hair in pigtails; she was dragging a doll along by the arm. She wore a simple babydoll dress that did nothing to cover her thick cloth diaper and plastic pants; her thumb was in her mouth, and to Hannah’s best guess, she was probably around 25. “Whatcha talking about?” she mumbled around her thumb as she plopped down with an audible squish. 

 

“We were reminiscing about story time!” Emily responded quickly.

 

The girl cocked her head to the side, “What does that mean?”

 

Emily cocked an eyebrow at Hannah, who shrugged, “Reminiscing? It means to remember and talk about.”

 

“Ohh! That makes sense. Did you two love this last story? Hey, wait! You two were the volunteers!” she said, suddenly giddy, “You two are like, superstars!” 

 

Hannah chuckled, “Thanks, it was a unique experience for sure.”

 

“You two should volunteer more! I would, but it’s hard to do anything but crawl,” she responded sadly.

 

“What do you mean?” Emily asked, “Did they do something to you?”

 

The girl shook her head, “My Mommy just wants me to be the best baby I can be! Didn’t you hear the song? Empty head and full diaper!” She said with a giggle, padding her diaper with a dopey grin. “You want to be good girls, too, right?”

 

“We are good girls,” Hannah responded quickly, too quickly. She gritted her teeth; she could hear Naomi giggling in the back of her head, “We are good girls.” she said more slowly, “Mommy loves us just how we are.”

 

“Do you want to go play with the toys? Good girls play with them!” Emily asked the girl, changing the topic.

 

The girl perked up, “Ohh! Yes! I want to be a good girl! Let’s go play!” she responded, getting back up on her knees and crawling away, not even bothering to check and see if Emily or Hannah were following.

 

“I wonder what it feels like to be like that,” Hannah asked.

 

“If Mommy has an off night, you’ll find out,” Emily responded under her breath.

 

Hannah shot her a glance, “What do you mean?” fear laced her words.

 

“They can give you stuff that makes you silly and forgetful, more playful, to act like a genuine baby. I’m pretty sure it’s a combination of weed and some muscle relaxants, but I’m not sure.” Emily said. “Either way, you feel humiliated once you return to normal and remember everything you did while you were under.”

 

“Wonderful.” Hannah said, tossing her hands up in the air, “So, with a single pill, they can make me into a drooling, helpless baby?” 

 

Before Emily could respond, a daycare worker stopped by, grinning, “Come on, you two! It’s cartoon time!”

 

“Can we read instead? My Mommy says too many cartoons are bad for you.” Emily asked.

 

The worker frowned, “I’ll make a note of your disobedience. Come on, let’s go watch.” she said, scooping Emily up. She gave Hannah a pointed look.

 

Hannah sighed, pulling herself to her feet and following the worker to the seating area in front of the screen. The girls were seated as the rest of the students filed in, taking their seats. “I really don’t like this, Em.” Hannah whispered, “If this is what I think it is, I feel like it’s already done damage to my psyche.”

 

“I know what you mean, but what the frick else can we do?” Emily whispered back, “Watch the workers; as soon as the show begins, they will all duck out, not watching. We can cover our ears and close our eyes.”

 

“Worth a shot,” Hannah grumbled. 

 

As the last of the students sat down, the screen flickered to life, and indeed, the workers seemed to file to the other side of the daycare, leaving them alone. What on Earth? It was almost as if they were giving the students an X-ray. Did the cartoons have some effect on them as well? Hannah had assumed it could only affect Littles, but if it could also affect Amazons, that would completely upend what she understood about this world.

 

Hannah heard the first tell-tale signs of the show starting and immediately clamped her hands over her ears, forcing her eyes shut. It worked. Hannah could feel the show, its presence lingering just beyond her view; she could barely hear the program; it felt like jackhammers trying to chisel their way through Hannah’s hands. 

 

‘What are you doing, silly baby? Don’t you want to see me? I’m your best friend! Don’t you remember? Come on, open up and see! You want to be a good girl, right? What you are doing is what naughty girls do, very, very naughty.’ Naomi thought in her head.

 

To Hannah, it felt as if Naomi were trying to pry her eyes open, and she fought for all she was worth. She nearly slipped, nearly lost control, and opened herself up to the show, but she somehow managed to stay still until she heard the sounds of the closing credits rolling. She forced herself to relax, letting her eyes open and her hands down; she didn’t want to be caught like this. She glanced at Emily, who was still covering her ears; she swatted Emily’s leg, making her open her eyes.

 

Emily immediately let her hands down, the girls glancing around. Hannah immediately noticed Lizzy staring at her, narrowing her eyes. Hannah felt her own eyes go wide, shaking her head; she feared the girl was going to snitch on them; something was clearly off with the girl. Lizzy made a gesture that clearly stated she was watching Hannah but seemed to decide not to tell on them as she was scooped up and carried off, presumably for a diaper change.

 

Daycare workers swarmed the students, scooping them up and carrying them off to the changing areas; the worker carrying Hannah immediately noticed she was only wet. “What happened, honey? Didn’t you like the show? Maybe you are a bit constipated; I’ll get you something for that.” 

 

Hannah squirmed, blushing madly, “Wait, no, I can go; I don’t need help.” she said, begrudgingly pushing and trying to go, but she just didn’t need to. 

 

‘No, no, you will not; I think someone needs to learn a lesson.’ Naomi spoke suddenly, making Hannah groan.

 

The worker strapped Hannah down, “It’s okay, baby girl, we’ll get you all cleaned out!” 

 

Hannah’s diaper was opened, and she felt her legs lifted, lifting her hips off the table, her rosebud staring the worker in the face. Hannah was beginning to panic, “Wait, please! No, I’ll be a good girl!” 

 

“I know you will, sweetheart! Good girls take their medicine when they are sick!” the worker responded, and Hannah felt something being forced into her rear.

 

Hannah yelped, but it was over before she realized what was happening. The worker tapped Hannah back into her diaper and set her down. “Pick-up time is here in a little bit; go have fun, sweetie; you’ll be able to greet your Mommy with a nice poopy diaper!”

 

Hannah groaned in frustration as the worker left her; she could already feel whatever it was in her bum working its magic, her tummy cramping. Whatever had been put in her seemed to be swelling and filling her bowels, and she had a growing realization that this was not going to be a regular movement. Emily was deposited next to her as the worker stepped off to collect someone else. Emily glanced at Hannah, her cheeks burning brightly, “You too?”

 

“Yup.” Hannah groaned, a hand to her tummy. 

 

“I freaking hate these; Mommy used them when we weren’t making enough poopy diapers for her liking,” Emily said, grimacing as a cramp hit her.

 

“What the heck are they?” Hannah asked, groaning in agony.

 

“As far as I can tell, they are fast acting and artificially fill you up, taking everything with it when you do lose control,” Emily said with a sigh. “Oh, and wonderful, Mommy is here to pick us up, and she brought Evan.”

 

Hannah glanced to the front of the daycare, immediately spotting the two as Evan grinned and waddled towards them, his arms outstretched. “They have the best timing, don’t they?” Hannah asked.

 

“Always,” Emily replied as both girls lost control and began to fill their diapers.

End of Chapter 23

[SGTbaby]

I wonder if they will get some extra cartoons or medicine to help them? Plus Emily got into trouble which Mommy won’t be happy about I am sure.

[SolaraScott]

1 hour ago, SGTbaby said:

I wonder if they will get some extra cartoons or medicine to help them? Plus Emily got into trouble which Mommy won’t be happy about I am sure.

Ohh, I'm sure Mommy will be none too pleased to hear how naughty her babies were at school... Hehe

[SolaraScott]

Chapter 24: A Test

Hannah and Emily stood there, desperately trying to keep from mushing the mess around any more than was necessary. Hannah had felt as if it had gone on forever, her diaper heavy and swollen beyond anything she had managed herself. She wasn’t sure what was more mortifying, the fact the daycare felt it necessary to administer such actions or that she had stood before Evan, pooping herself while he rattled on about his day. Mommy was speaking with one of the daycare workers, the worker likely talking about Emily and Hannah. Mommy’s lips kept pursing as she glanced at the two girls, and Hannah was worried about what they were talking about. 

 

Finally, they stepped within earshot range, “After cartoon time, neither had gone potty, so we gave them a little something to help them along; possible they had a bit of constipation.”

 

“Wonderful, thank you.” Mommy responded to the worker, “Girls, why don’t you go grab your bags, and we can leave.”

 

Hannah and Emily glanced at each other, not moving and clearly in distress from their squishy bums. Mommy grinned softly, “They mentioned what they gave you, and I’m sure you’d both enjoy fresh diapers, but that medicine will likely have you both going again. I can change you now, but it’d waste a perfect diaper; those can hold more. We’ll change you when we get home.”

 

Hannah suppressed a groan; the woman was probably right; she could feel her tummy was still upset. The girls begrudgingly went and collected their backpacks, waddling as best as they could. Getting back to Mommy, who had been handed some papers, including their artwork, she smiled at them, nodding, “Ready to go?” she asked, but she was already turning to leave, “Hold each other’s hands.”

 

Mommy had taken Evan’s hand, and Hannah felt Emily take hers. At least this way, they could pace behind them, not be forced to move too quickly. The small group left the daycare, Miss Lilly waving goodbye as they passed, and began their way back towards the front of the school. Emily and Hannah lagged behind Mommy and Evan, forcing Mommy and Evan to slow down; if she was going to make them walk in these filthy diapers, the least she could do was wait. The journey back to the front was uneventful, and Evan continued about his day.

 

Reaching the front, they passed back outside to the drop-off area, where their car was already waiting for them, the doors swinging open as they approached. Mommy effortlessly strapped all three into their car seats, Hannah wincing as she was placed directly on her bum. True to Mommy’s words, her tummy hadn’t been done, and she found herself filling her diaper further as they began the drive home. Seemingly, Mommy wasn’t in the mood to show them cartoons, and the screens stayed mercifully off for their trip.

 

Finally, on their way home, Hannah was able to reflect on their day. She remembered that Mommy had been handed a stack of papers right at the end, and she wondered what was contained within those documents. “Mommy?” she asked, interrupting Evan’s monolog, “What were those papers you got?”

 

“I got your artwork!” Mommy responded, “And your homework.”

 

Hannah glanced at Emily, and the girls shared a look. “Homework?” Emily asked.

 

“That’s right! Homework shouldn’t take but a few hours.” Mommy said.

 

Hannah and Emily continued to stare at one another, perplexed. What on Earth was this homework about? Typically, homework involved practicing what was taught in class, and Hannah had a sinking feeling that this homework was going to be just that. She shuttered, remembering the songs and their story time. Would she have to reenact any of that for Mommy and Daddy? She certainly didn’t want to, but Hannah hadn’t been the one given the sheets. Mommy could tell Hannah whatever she wanted to, she realized, and Hannah would have to listen unless she got to see them herself.

 

Thankfully, the school wasn’t far from home, and they soon found themselves pulling into the garage, the door closing behind them as Mommy retrieved the three of them, setting them down to walk inside, her hand playfully cupping both girl’s rears, making Hannah grimace. 

 

Entering the living room, Mommy had gone straight to Daddy, who was lounging on the couch, speaking in a hushed tone and glancing at the girls. Daddy frowned, standing and walking towards them. As he got closer, his frown disappeared, and he smiled warmly, “There are my two angels! How are you two doing?” he asked, stooping and planting a kiss on either girl’s forehead.

 

“Good,” Emily responded meekly. 

 

“Yeah? How was school? I want to hear all about it while I get you both changed.” he said, offering a hand to either girl.

 

Hannah took it, all too glad for a fresh diaper as he guided them to the nursery. Hannah was lucky enough to be first, being laid on the changing table, strapped down, and her outfit removed as Daddy worked to change her. “It was okay; it was a lot to take in,” Hannah admitted, safely out of earshot of Mommy, that she hadn’t missed Daddy closing the door to the nursery.

 

“I bet it was! It seems you both had busy days. Is there anything else you’d like to tell me?” Daddy asked.

 

It almost seemed as if he were digging for something, digging for information; what had the daycare workers mentioned to Mommy? There was no way they knew about the resistance or Hannah’s new stake in the group. “I mean, we had story time and arts and crafts, and there were songs, and we played on the playground,” Hannah said with a shrug, feeling Daddy’s careful fingers cleaning her of her mess.

 

“Oh, yeah?” Daddy asked, “Did you two make any new friends?”

 

Hannah could feel Emily’s eyes burning into her, not that she could see, but she knew. “We met a lot of new people; I wouldn’t say we made any new friends,” she admitted honestly. 

 

“The school seems to think you have.” Daddy said, glancing at the door and pitching his following sentence low, “They think you are hanging out with the wrong sort of people, girls. They track individuals who they deem as high risk; what do you think you were doing hanging out with them?!” he asked in a tense tone.

 

Hannah’s throat clenched, “High risk? I… I don’t know, I don’t even know what that means; we didn’t go out of our way to interact with that type of people.” she squeaked, feeling the fresh diaper being pulled into place.

 

“The school wanted to… well, Mommy talked them down to giving you both more ‘structured’ schooling,” Daddy said as he swapped girls, placing Emily in Hannah’s place, Hannah still only wearing a diaper. 

 

“More structured? What does that mean?” Emily asked, fear clouding her face.

 

Daddy shook his head, “I can’t say; you both almost landed… Just keep your heads down.” he said, raising his voice again, “You did that all by yourself? That’s incredible! Mommy mentioned you two were the stars of storytime! What was the story about?”

 

Hannah saw the game he was playing and was thankful for the man and his ability to see through the facade they had to put up for the rest of the world. In order for it to work, though, Hannah had to play along, and so she did, explaining their journey through the forest to find the magic flower. Daddy didn’t waste any time getting Emily cleaned up, setting her next to Hannah. He gathered short t-shirts for both girls, dressed them, and led them back out to the living room. 

 

Hannah was undoubtedly embarrassed not to have anything covering her diaper but didn’t think it wise to argue, especially if they were going to be at home; it wasn’t like everyone in the house wasn’t already painfully aware of their situation anyway. Out in the living room, Hannah immediately noticed the small table that had been set up for them. It would involve the girls sitting on the floor, but it was otherwise a perfect height for them. On the table’s top, two stacks of paper, a box of crayons, and two bottles of juice. 

 

“Homework time!” Mommy said as she stepped into the living room, “Daddy and Mommy are going to work on making dinner; you two work on homework, okay?” she asked, not waiting for a response as they left the girls alone. 

 

Evan was lounging on the couch, doodling on an art pad, it seemed, with colored pencils, a look of concentration on his face. He, too, had been changed and wore diapers and a T-shirt. Not sure what else to do, Emily and Hannah sat at the table, thumbing through the papers. From what Hannah could tell, it was a test of sorts, a cognitive abilities test. The problems ranged from identifying numbers and letters all the way to advanced physics, mathematics, biology, and literature.

 

“What on Earth is this?” Hannah asked.

 

Emily could only shrug, “They are testing us for something; the question is, do we do our best, or do we only do what we are supposed to be able to do?”

 

Hannah sat back on her haunches; she hadn’t even thought of that, “I don’t know, what is it they are trying to gauge is my question. The school is supposed to help us acclimate to being Little, right? A baby certainly doesn’t know linear algebra or how to calculate the periapsis of a celestial body’s orbit. Does that mean they want us to fail? Or, perhaps, they are trying to determine a baseline of cognitive reasoning and understanding to compare us to other students our biological age and compare our educations.”

 

Emily nodded, “Perhaps, or they are trying to measure cognitive degeneration; they need a baseline for how smart we are presently, so they know how much they can take away.”

 

Hannah’s face whitened at the idea, based upon her trivial knowledge of the world, Emily’s philosophy may be true. “Or, perhaps, they are determining placement of some kind; if we fail to meet certain criteria, they can deny us certain rights. Or, still, maybe this is an effort to recruit highly skilled individuals.” Hannah sighed, glancing at the door to the kitchen; she wished she could have Daddy’s insight to know what the best course of action was.

 

“I’m scared no matter what we do,” Emily whispered. 

 

Hannah nodded, “I am, too. Are we overthinking this? Let's do our best and see what happens.”

 

Emily sighed but nodded in response, taking up a crayon, “Well, let’s get to it, I suppose.”

 

Hannah found it far more challenging to solve the problems with a crayon, partially due to the humiliation of having to do homework with them and also partially due to the clumsiness of the crayons; they weren’t designed for precise work. The further Hannah went in the packet, the more difficult she found the problems. She quickly crushed the first half, working her way through preschool, grade school, middle school, and most of high school without issue. It was towards the end of high school and the beginning of college that the real challenge set in.

 

Through the test, Hannah found that, ironically, most of the literature was similar. Apparently, both planets had famous writers, and although their names were different, the works they produced were eerily similar. They were different enough that Hannah had to reread sections several times to ensure she got the proper meaning before answering questions. Pretty soon, however, Hannah’s steam was running out; the problems kept getting more advanced, well beyond her schooling, and while she was able to work out a few issues here or there, she soon had to give up. She sat back with a sigh, finishing off the last drops of her bottle. Hannah had soaked herself twice during the test, and her hand ached. She had no idea how long they had been at it, and she was eager to be done. The smells of dinner had long since permeated the living room, Evan having disappeared into his room while the girls worked. 

 

Emily had given up several minutes before Hannah and the girls sat back, clearly exhausted. Mommy entered the living room, smiling, “How did my two little pumpkins do?” she asked, scooping up both girl’s packets and thumbing through them. “Hmm, not bad, not bad at all; it’s good to see neither of you is deteriorating too quickly. Come on, time for dinner,” she said, placing the papers out of reach.

 

Hannah felt a stab of annoyance at Mommy’s dismissal, as if their hard work had meant nothing to her. Moreover, Mommy mentioned deterioration, as Hannah had feared, but Mommy had no baseline for what she was measuring Hannah against, at least for herself. Hannah hadn’t performed such a test before coming to this world, so what was Mommy basing her judgments off of? She feared that her mind really was slipping from her, and Hannah had no clue. The more likely answer was, though, that Mommy was comparing their scores against other people their age, which would explain the mid-college level questions. Was Hannah indeed that far behind her peers, or were college students expected to know more here for her age? Hannah wasn’t sure.

 

Hannah and Emily were strapped into their separate highchairs, Mommy commenting on the state of both of their diapers and praising them. Hannah felt joy at the praise, nowhere near as strong as it had been in school, thankfully, but it was still there. She briefly wondered if she had watched the second episode of Naomi and Oliver and if she would have had a stronger reaction to the praise. 

 

At the table, Hannah had been served more finger food and yet another bottle; she groaned; no matter how much she tried, this world seemed bent on ensuring her bladder was always full. Mommy had the girls reiterate their day, explaining storytime. It didn’t seem to Hannah that Mommy genuinely cared, barely paying attention until neither girl was talking and then asking follow-up questions that required additional responses from both of them. She seemed only to be asking about what they did for their activities in school, storytime, art time, and recess and neglected to ask about any friends as Daddy had. 

 

Hannah wondered how much information the two shared about their day; Mommy seemed utterly content to allow both girls to wallow in ignorance, unaware of what was going on tomorrow or what the school thought of them. If Daddy was worried, he no longer showed it, keeping a stoic face for dinner. With dinner done, Mommy scooped both girls up and carried them to the nursery after cleaning both of their faces, not even bothering to check whether their bottles had or had not been drained. 

 

Mommy plopped both girls in the playpen, “Alright, you two, Mommy and Daddy are going to have some alone time; it isn’t bathtime just yet. You two have some fun, and we’ll be back, okay?” she asked, standing and going to leave the room.

 

“Okay, Mommy.” both girls responded, earning them a smile as the door to the nursery clicked shut behind her. 

 

“Great, now what,” Hannah grumbled, glancing around at their meager surroundings, the toy chest sitting unopened. 

 

“I mean, what do you expect? We are supposed to play with our toys like good little kids while Mommy and Daddy have fun adult time.” Emily grumbled, “We are lucky, though; at least she isn’t making us listen while we fill our diapers.”

 

Hannah glanced at Emily, blushing; she hadn’t realized exactly what Mommy had meant until Emily spelled it out for her, “She makes you do that?” she asked incredulously.

 

Emily nodded, opening their chest, “Sometimes, especially if I was naughty or something, she said it’s to help reinforce what I am, just a baby; in Mommy’s own words, ‘The only use your holes will get is filling your diapers.’” Emily shuttered.

 

In another life, Hannah may have been excited at the prospect of being a cuck, but she was long detached from such feelings. She opened her mouth to speak just as she heard a ringing coming from the chest. Hannah was so startled she yelped, flinching back. “What the heck?!” she asked.

 

Emily seemed just as startled, both girls staring at the chest, something ringing from within. Was it a telephone? Both girls reacted at the same time, frantically flinging back the chest lid and digging through, looking for the source of the sound. It didn’t take long for them to come across a multicolored plastic play telephone, and each button was a smiling character. The phone was ringing.

 

The girls gingerly sat it between them, staring at it, “Should we answer it?” Emily asked hesitantly.

 

“I’m guessing this never happened before?” Hannah asked, earning her a shake of Emily’s head.

 

Hannah gingerly took the phone off the receiver, lifting it to her ear, “Hello?” she asked.

 

“Hannah, is it?” A voice asked, “This is Venli; I’m with the resistance; we need to talk.”

End of Chapter 24

[SolaraScott]

Chapter 25: A Phone Call

“How did you get this…” Hannah trailed off, glancing at the plastic phone, “number?” Was that even the right question? It felt right, but looking at the play phone, it felt wrong.

 

“That isn’t important right now; we have a lot of connections. We don’t have long; I’ll try to call you back tomorrow. Listen, you two are in trouble, you know Lizzy, right?” Venli asked.

 

“Yeah, she was bullying me all day,” Hannah responded sourly.

 

Venli paused, sighing, “Sorry about her, but you don’t have to deal with her anymore. She was compromised, and now they are watching you two like hawks; I’m sure your Mommy got the details on it all. The school is transferring you tomorrow; I’m sorry, we can’t do anything at the moment without casting suspicion on our agents, but you need to go along with it, pretend to be a baby, and don’t let them know your true mental state.”

 

Hannah’s face whitened, “Like doing well on a test of every subject?” she asked hesitantly.

 

Hannah could hear cursing, “You didn’t already do that, did you? Damn it, there just wasn’t time. I’ll see what we can do; we may be able to block the results or redirect them. You’ll have to retake the test tomorrow; we’ll classify that test as your entry exam before you go through the portal. You need to make sure to bomb it; your step-down program is practically a newborn, so don’t go past any questions that are more difficult than counting to ten. Heck, color on the rest of the packet, but you must fail it.”

 

Hannah nodded slowly, “Okay, we will.”

 

“Wait, you both did it already? That’ll be more difficult, especially since Emily’s been here longer; damn, we’ll do what we can for her, tell her we are sorry. I got to go; I’ll try to call back tomorrow.” Venli said.

 

“Wait!” Hannah cried out, but the line had already gone dead. 

 

Hannah cursed softly, looking down at the phone in her hands. She pressed a number on the keypad, trying to call Velni back, and a cow started mooing at her from the speaker. 

 

“They hung up? What did they say?” Emily asked hesitantly.

 

“They said we are in trouble, and the best thing we can do is act like babies. We’ll redo the test tomorrow, but we have to bomb it.” Hannah replied with a sigh. She felt as if she should tell Emily about her test, about the possibility the resistance wouldn’t be able to stop her test from being submitted, but she didn’t have the heart to.

 

Emily groaned, laying back on the soft play mat, “I knew we should have bombed it, but Mommy probably would have seen right through it! We were caught between a rock and a hard place.”

 

Hannah sighed, “You’re probably right, unfortunately. They said they wanted to contact us earlier but couldn’t. How did they know we were here and neither of them would overhear?” 

 

Both girls glanced around the nursery, looking for a camera, a baby monitor, anything that would transmit information outside the room, and came up empty. Either recorders were well hidden, or there was something else going on that neither girl understood. 

 

“Did they say anything about tomorrow? As in, what should we expect?” Emily asked hopefully.

 

Hannah shook her, “Sadly, no, they just said our every move was going to be watched and heavily scrutinized. They said to play along and don’t fight it.”

 

“I didn’t feel like we were fighting today,” Emily grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. 

 

“She also mentioned something about our step-down programs; we are set at a level just above newborn.” Hannah added softly, “Does that mean they are working us down to that age range or mental capacity or physical limitations?”

 

Emily shrugged, worry creasing her brow, “Either way, I don’t like the sound of it.” she sighed, glancing around, “Well, we have an hour or two; Daddy takes his sweet time. What do you want to do till then?”

 

Hannah pulled her knees up to her chest, “I don’t know, I feel scared, I feel alone, I’m fighting a baby on two fronts, and I don’t even know what the battle is about, ya know?” she asked, glancing up at Emily.

 

Emily nodded, scooting herself over to Hannah and wrapping an arm around her shoulders, “Trust me, I know what you mean; here, lie down.” she said, pulling a stuffy over to use as a pillow.

 

Hannah did so, letting Emily angle her away as the girl embraced her from behind, spooning her. Hannah had to admit that the feeling and comfort were fantastic, and it only took moments for her to melt into Emily’s embrace, with an arm going across Hannah to hold her and fingers playing in Hannah’s hair.

 

“Until you, I didn’t have anyone else.” Emily said solemnly, “Evan doesn’t count; he’s too far gone; every day, I was alone. At first, it was great. I was living my dream of having a Mommy and a Daddy, but the more Mommy started forcing her viewpoints on me, the more I realized just how little autonomy I really had and how little input I had on what was going on every day. Of course, that is wonderful in small doses or short spans, but it quickly started to drive me insane. Especially as I made my opinions known, Mommy would go out of her way to make my life even worse.”

 

Hannah felt Emily’s arm tighten around her midsection, pulling Hannah close, “The day Mommy forced me to go to the mall in just a diaper, spiking my bottles and parading me around. That was the night I finally broke and cried myself to sleep; I’ve been doing so ever since. I’ve laid in that crib for hours; no one came to check on me, and no one seemed to care. Mommy would just say, ‘Oh, she’ll cry herself out eventually,’ Daddy at least tried to comfort me a few times until Mommy caught him. The first time I slept through the night without terrors was when you showed up.” Emily said, her fingers playing with Hannah’s hair.

 

“I know it’s only been a day or so, but at last, I feel like me again. I have someone else to talk with who understands and who is going through the same thing I am going through. I’m sorry to dump all this emotional baggage on you, but I really needed this.” Emily said, resting her chin atop Hannah’s head.

 

Hannah squirmed, pressing herself deeper into Emily’s embrace. “I’m sorry, Emily, truly. That sounds awful. I genuinely don’t know if I would have been able to handle all this without you. I thought this was going to be a fun little trip; let me try out stuff I’ve never gotten to back home. I think the only reason I haven’t snapped is because I have you here, going through the same things. I just wish we could do more together, to have more freedom. Heck, even if we only had Daddy, that’d be wonderful.” 

 

Emily chuckled, Hannah’s head pressed to her chest; she could hear the girl breathing, her heart beating, her body rumbling as Emily spoke. “That would be wonderful, and it’s what I signed up for, but this place isn’t what I thought it would be. It just isn’t. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I know I’ll be fine as long as you are there.”

 

Hannah smiled, letting herself relax fully, the rhythmic thumping of Emily’s heart reverberating in her ears, “I know I will be, too, as long as you are there.” she said back with a smile. 

 

The girls lay there in one another's embrace, enjoying the peace. That was until Hannah’s bladder began to ache. “I, uh, gotta go,” she whispered, embarrassed.

 

Emily just giggled, “I just went a little bit ago. Let go, enjoy it, enjoy the control of choosing when you want to.” 

 

Hannah blushed, but after a few moments of concentration, she sighed in relief as her bladder emptied itself. “Ya know, back home, if this were happening, I’d be turned on right now,” Emily admitted with a chuckle.

 

Hannah blushed even more, giggling, “Me too; this place has a way of crushing dreams and desires, though.”

 

Emily’s hand fluttered to Hannah’s crotch, resting there, feeling her warm diaper, “Yes, sadly so, I want to… I shouldn’t, especially if Mommy…” Emily trailed off, letting her hand drop awkwardly with a sigh, “Curse that woman.”

 

Hannah giggled, resting back into Emily, pressing her bum more firmly into the girl’s crotch, “Another time.”

 

“Another time.” Emily agreed as they lapsed into silence once more, Hannah letting her eyes close.

 

Sometime later, they heard footsteps outside, and a nearly naked Mommy opened their door, dressed only in skimpy lingerie. She beamed down at the two girls, still cuddling, “Aww! Isn’t that adorable! Come on, sweethearts, let’s get you bathed and into bed.” she said, headless of her missing clothing.

 

Hannah found herself blushing at the sight. While she had been naked around Mommy multiple times at this point, the reverse was certainly not true. Mommy, technically, wasn’t nude, but it was so close she may as well have been. Both girls were brought into the bathroom, stripped, and added to the warm waters of the tub, minus any bubbles this time.

 

Hannah blushed, wanting to cover herself, not even having the decency of a bubble bath as a cover. But a sharp look from Emily caused Hannah’s hand to drop. She felt Emily’s eyes lingering, sizing her up, and when she met Hannah’s eyes, she gave her a soft smile. Hannah’s entire face was crimson, not only from humiliation but also from the fact Emily seemed to enjoy how she looked.

 

Mommy, either ignoring or ignorant of their moment, continued as if nothing were happening, washing both girl’s hair and body, her fingers ensuring every nook and cranny was cleaned. Mommy pulled two very humiliated and embarrassed girls from the tub, wrapping them in thick, fluffy towels before getting them dressed for bed. As before, she placed Hannah and Emily into thick nighttime diapers and swaddled them, planting pacifiers in either girl's mouth before putting them in the crib and kissing them goodnight.

 

Thankfully, Mommy neglected to lock the pacifiers in place as she felt Emily slowly moving up beside her, squirming inside her swaddle. “Here, on your side,” Emily ordered.

 

Hannah found it incredibly challenging to comply, given her swaddle, but she managed. Emily spit out her pacifier and used her teeth to do something behind Hannah’s back. All at once, she felt the swaddle loosen, and her arms came free. She grinned, forcing herself up and pulling the thick blanket away; the night air was cold in the house, and she found herself shivering.

 

“You did it!” Hannah exclaimed happily, rolling Emily over on her back. She immediately saw the simple clamp that held the swaddle together, impossible to escape from within but easy enough to undo. She freed Emily, who sat up, grinning. A soft moonlight filtered in from the window, illuminating their faces. 

 

“Here, I would have been trapped for another night, all alone, and now I have you,” Emily said, smiling, caressing Hannah’s face.

 

Hannah smiled, embarrassed at the flirtatious nature of Emily’s words, “I ain’t going anywhere without you.” Hannah found herself saying.

 

Emily smiled, her eyes studying Hannah’s face, before gently leaning in. Hannah’s heart was fluttering; she recognized that move, and her mind was racing. She had never done anything with a girl before, not even a boy. Could she do it? Their lips met, and there was a soft kiss. Emily pulled back and smiled, her fingers tracing Hannah’s back. Hannah felt as if her emotions had exploded, a feeling of lust and desire coursing through her veins she had never felt before, the kiss leaving her breathless, her eyes glazing over in utter bliss. She stared into Emily’s eyes, wanting to kiss her again, but found her muscles would not cooperate.

 

Emily chuckled, pulling Hannah’s head to her chest and rubbing her back as she pulled the blanket over both of them. “Breath, sweetheart, breathe.”

 

Hannah did so, a gasp as she sucked in air, breathing deeply. She melted into Emily, Emily’s arms hugging her as both girls drifted off in one another's embrace. 

End of Chapter 25

[SGTbaby]

Great new chapters! The new day and potential of where they will end up is interesting. I also wonder if they recorded any of the stuff from the monitor despite “adult time “ I look forward to more!!

[christi]

interesting story, thanks for sharing.

[dlgore]

I just love this story.  Wondering about that phone call????   Imagination lol. 

[SolaraScott]

9 hours ago, SGTbaby said:

Great new chapters! The new day and potential of where they will end up is interesting. I also wonder if they recorded any of the stuff from the monitor despite “adult time “ I look forward to more!!

Thanks! And yeah, who knows :3 Amazon's are very controlling with their little ones!

1 hour ago, christi said:

interesting story, thanks for sharing.

Thank you! We are nearly halfway through the story, still lots of exciting stuff to explore!

56 minutes ago, dlgore said:

I just love this story.  Wondering about that phone call????   Imagination lol. 

Thank you! Oh, let your imagination run wild! You'll never guess what happens next! 😜

[YenDiaper]

 

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“We got an hour or so before we must leave, Hannah. Are you all packed? What are you two going to be up to until then?” Mr. Greyson asked, setting himself a plate as Mrs. Greyson joined them. Rose was still nowhere to be seen.

Umm I wonder about Rose... where did she go?

 

Also, I just hope the girls gonna have a tea party... tutu, tiara, dollies🥰 (even if its gonna be forced)

 

I never read Stories with Amazon thematic... it was an off for me. But this one is just so cute, how the protagonist finds herself trapped in her own dream... now nightmare

[SolaraScott]

3 hours ago, YenDiaper said:

 

Umm I wonder about Rose... where did she go?

 

Also, I just hope the girls gonna have a tea party... tutu, tiara, dollies🥰 (even if its gonna be forced)

 

I never read Stories with Amazon thematic... it was an off for me. But this one is just so cute, how the protagonist finds herself trapped in her own dream... now nightmare

I appreciate the compliment and am glad you are enjoying! In general, I try to keep a positive outlook despite the oppressive nature of the Amazons.

[Kat5]

2 minutes ago, SolaraScott said:

I try to keep a positive outlook despite the oppressive nature of the Amazons

I can appreciate that. Mine turned into a sort of positive slice of life story too. Little less intrigue, little more dog.

[SolaraScott]

1 minute ago, Kat5 said:

I can appreciate that. Mine turned into a sort of positive slice of life story too. Little less intrigue, little more dog.

That makes sense! I know for myself, I prefer having a bit more positivity in my stories... That being said, I am working on a story right now that is absolutely, definitely, the opposite lol. 

[Chance]

I just caught up to the last bit today and wanted to say that you blew my expectations out of my the water. This story is an incredibly well thought out and written. Easily in my top five of ABDL fiction, I'm looking forward to future releases.

[SolaraScott]

3 hours ago, Chance said:

I just caught up to the last bit today and wanted to say that you blew my expectations out of my the water. This story is an incredibly well thought out and written. Easily in my top five of ABDL fiction, I'm looking forward to future releases.

Aww 💓 Thank you for the kind words! I'm very glad to hear you are enjoying it so far, and I'm looking forward to bringing the rest of this story to you! I'm in the development process of Book 2 right now, and it's shaping up to be an even more epic tale for our two brave little ABDL's. 

[SolaraScott]

Chapter 26: A Wet Nurse

Hannah woke sometime in the early hours of the following day, still held in Emily’s embrace. She immediately felt the urge that woke her and squirmed, going to sit up and go potty. Hannah felt Emily’s arm tighten around her, and she stopped squirming. After moments of concentration and two rosy cheeks of embarrassment, she let go, soaking her diaper. She was glad she had managed to hold it through the night, or, at least, as best as she could tell. Hannah sighed in relief as the ache in her bladder dissipated, and she melted back into Emily’s embrace. 

 

Hannah was all set to continue her slumber when she heard footsteps approaching, and the door swung open; she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to ruin the moment. She feared who it was, looking down upon her, hoping it was Daddy. “Gosh, you two are just adorable,” Mommy spoke softly, running a finger across Hannah’s cheek. “I guess I didn’t do your swaddle up tight enough; that’s okay; we’ll do something else tonight. Wake up, sweethearts, you got to school today!”

 

Mommy’s words were soft, her fingers tussling both girls’ hair as she roused them, collecting the discarded pacifiers. Hannah curled into Emily, opening an eye of annoyance and earning her a chuckle as Mommy plucked her from the crib, her hand feeling Hannah’s warm diaper. “Such a good girl, using your diaper. Mommy is proud.”

 

Hannah whimpered beneath the praise, her weak muscles going slack as Mommy repeated the process with a sleepy Emily. The girls blinked tired eyes as they were carried from the nursery, lacking formal clothing besides the diapers around their hips. Hannah grew increasingly comfortable being dressed in nothing but around the house; she just hoped Mommy wouldn’t take the practice outside the home. She shuttered at the idea.

 

Mommy brought them to the dining room, where both girls were strapped into high chairs and fed breakfast, which was all finger foods. Daddy sat at the table, nursing a cup of coffee and reading over some articles. He smiled up at the two girls as they were strapped in, “There’s my baby girls; how are you two doing? Did you sleep well?”

 

“They got out of their swaddle and were cuddling all night,” Mommy reported that she had disappeared into the kitchen.

 

Daddy chuckled, “Can you blame them? I’d want the comfort of someone else embrace as well; you know how much babies love being held.”

 

Hannah could hear a sigh from the kitchen, “No, I can’t blame them; babies need that sort of support. Still, we’ll do something about it tonight; I think they will enjoy it.”

 

Hannah suppressed a groan. She doubted she would enjoy whatever Mommy was planning, but Daddy gave her a reassuring look. “You two ready for school? Daddy is going to take you today.” Daddy said, changing the topic.

 

Both girls perked up at this, smiling, “You are? I suppose we are ready.” Emily responded, choosing her words carefully.

 

To anyone listening, it would be obvious she wanted to say more but was withholding herself. Daddy nodded as the three finished their breakfast. As Hannah was finishing her food, she felt a grumbling in her tummy.

 

‘I think you know what you need to do, baby.’ Naomi said suddenly, out of the blue, ‘You want to be a good girl, right?’ 

 

Hannah groaned, but apparently, Daddy was in tune with their needs or just figured it out from the expression on Hannah’s face. He smiled softly, a half whisper as he said, “If I were you, I’d try going potty now. I’m about to change you, and then you will be at the mercy of the school.” 

 

Hannah blushed deeply, and although she allowed herself to go, the rear of her diaper swelling to accommodate her mess, she knew that even if she had tried to hold it, it wouldn’t be long before she had an accident. For Hannah’s benefit, Emily seemed to be in a similar position, her tummy rumbling audibly before she, too, pooped herself. 

 

Finishing their food, Daddy stood and cleaned both girls with baby wipes before unstrapping them and carrying them to their nursery. He commented on the state of their diapers, praising them both, making Hannah blush, feeling a warmth of pride in her chest. Daddy wasted no time laying either girl on the changing table and cleaning them up and into fresh diapers. However, instead of a similar, cute outfit to what they had worn yesterday, he pulled out these pink, footed sleeper-type outfits. They were a solid pink, apart from a small cartoon bear on the left breast and a larger version of the same bear across the rear. It was a full-body onesie that zipped up the side, with built-in booties and mittens. 

 

Daddy must have seen the confusion on her face, offering an apologetic look, “Sorry, school-issued uniform for the day.” he said, working Hannah’s body into the outfit.

 

Hannah sighed but knew fighting was useless as she was worked into the garment. It was snug, and she immediately noticed that the mittens seemed padded, making her fingers nearly useless; she could only make simple, rudimentary grabs with the awkward mittens. The outfit was tight and constricting, and she realized it seemed purpose-built to reduce movement. “Do we have to?” Hannah asked, pouting. “I can barely move, and I can’t even grab anything or use my fingers.”

 

Daddy smiled softly, but the pain in his eyes was evident; he nodded. “Sadly so, pumpkin; I’m sorry; I’ll get you out of it as soon as possible.” 

 

Hannah nodded meekly as she sat up, and Emily was dressed in her place. Soon enough, both girls were dressed and carried to the car. Hannah noticed Daddy neglected to get their backpacks, not that she seemed to need them yesterday. “Don’t we need our packs?” she asked.

 

Daddy shook his head, “Not today, no.” he seemed to be forcing himself from saying more, and Hannah could almost see him biting his lip as they got out to the car.

 

Daddy strapped both girls into their respective car seats before climbing into the driver's seat and pulling out of the garage. The garage door safety protected them from Mommy’s prying eyes and attentive ears, and Daddy spoke again, “I’m sorry, girls. I wish there were more I could do to help you. I doubt it will be fun for either of you today, but the best thing you can do is go along with it; they will watch you closely.”

 

Hannah felt herself growing cold despite the warmth of the onesie encompassing her body, “What do you mean? What are they going to do to us?” she asked.

 

“I can’t say for certain, but they will be far more controlling. They are working to ensure you meet the criteria of the step-down program by the end of the week, and I’m worried they are doing this to speed it along.” Daddy said, clearly uncomfortable. 

 

“Why would that be bad if it’s just a program to help us accept who we are?” Hannah asked hesitantly.

 

Daddy started saying something and cut himself off with a sigh, “It’s just that I wish you two had the time to learn and grow that side of yourselves naturally versus having it forced upon you. I fear it’ll cause discontent, and you’ll harbor negative emotions towards the treatment if you are forced to act a certain way rather than letting yourselves develop naturally.” 

 

Hannah was shocked at the bluntness of Daddy’s statement and looked concerned at Emily. That was precisely what she had been fearing; she had wanted time and space to become a Little, expecting some age-appropriate treatment but not expecting it shoved down her throat. It had undoubtedly come hard and fast as she arrived in the Amazon world, but it seemed they may be escalating. Why was that? Was there a specific reason they were trying to hurry the process along? It was mentioned that Hannah’s step-down program had her at a near newborn level, whatever that meant. She feared what was going to happen today. 

 

“Just keep your heads down, pretend, for Daddy, that you are just babies; I promise it’ll go smoother, and I’ll pick you both up tonight,” Daddy said, pulling the car to a stop outside the school. 

 

Hannah’s heart raced as Daddy pulled her from the car, nestling a girl in either arm as he carried them towards the school. Either he didn’t want them walking, or it was to help aid in the vision. They were only babies. Hannah tried to relax, but it was impossible; she felt her mind racing a thousand miles per hour. She now had multiple people tell her that she needed to keep her head down and just pretend if she wanted to get through the day. What would a baby do in her position? Being sent off to some unknown school? They would most likely try to soothe themselves, and Hannah didn’t have a pacifier; the next closest thing was her thumb.

 

Hannah brought her fingers to her mouth, only to realize she couldn’t, not with the jumper she was in. Daddy seemed to have realized what she was doing, though, “Ohh, I forgot your pacifiers, one-sec sweetheart.” he said, stepping up to, who else, Miss Lilly.

 

Miss Lilly smiled warmly, “You must be Daddy. Hannah and Emily had a lot of fun yesterday, and I’m sure they will be today as well!” she said, accepting both girls after she checked them in.

 

Hannah was nestled into her grasp, looking back at Daddy, a look of concern on her face. She saw him smile softly, sympathetically, “I’m sure they will; you two behave, okay?” he said, offering Hannah and Emily pacifiers.

 

If the school expected her to act like a baby, she wouldn’t be expected to respond. She happily took the pacifier, hoping it had no additives, and began nursing it. Suckling seemed to be the proper move, as both Daddy and Miss Lilly smiled at her, Emily quickly following suit. “I’m sure they will be just fine; you have a wonderful day.” Miss Lilly said, turning and entering the school.

 

Hannah’s heart was racing, and she was trying to maintain her wits about her, trying not to freak out. Miss Lilly was humming softly, carrying both girls. At first, she was headed directly toward the daycare they were in yesterday, but she quickly began heading toward a different portion of the school. Hannah wanted to cry out, seeing the daycare entrance disappear behind them, whining softly and pointing a mittened hand towards it.

 

Miss Lilly chuckled, “Not today, sweetheart, you’re being moved up! You graduated! Isn’t that exciting?” 

 

The way Miss Lilly said this, though, only fueled Hannah’s dread; it wasn’t the tone of a proud parent but one of a spider who had prey caught in its trap. Hannah sulked, watching as they ventured deeper into the school. 

 

Eventually, Miss Lilly entered another large room, and at first, Hannah thought it was another daycare. To a degree, she was right; this one was similar in several ways to the room she spent yesterday, but it caters to younger children. The space was bathed in a warm, gentle light to create a calm and peaceful atmosphere. The floors were padded with plush carpet, and the walls were painted with soothing pastels, soft pinks, light blues, and gentle yellows.

 

At the center of the room was a large, rounded area filled with soft, oversized floor mats, ideal for tummy time or gentle play. Various plush toys, soft rattles, and sensory blankets were scattered across the mats. Above, delicate mobiles sinned slowly, hanging from the ceiling, their gentle movement captivating. Surrounding the room were rows of sleek, modern bassinets, each fitted with soft, padded sides and pale sheets. Some of the bassinets were rocking slowly back and forth, cradling Littles inside. A quiet lullaby played softly in the background, the melody designed to soothe. 

 

In one corner, there was a changing station that looked more like a miniature spa than a traditional nursery. The table was wide and cushioned, with built-in warmers and soft towels stacked neatly to one side. Each station had gentle baby wipes, creams, and fresh diapers. Near the back, a feeding area with comfortable rocking chairs lined up in a row, each chair draped with soft blankets. Nearby, bottles were warmed in sleek silver bottle warmers, and shelves were stocked with various formula types. 

 

Hannah gazed around in wonder, Miss Lilly still humming softly, not bothering to show them around as she had yesterday, entering the cushioned area. She stooped and deposited both girls, sitting against the backs of plushies. “One last thing we need to do before we can start, we need to do a test! I want you two to do the best you can, okay?” she asked.

 

Emily chortled something, grinning as she lifted her bum off the floor, her face scrunching as she pooped herself. Miss Lilly laughed, “I’ll take that as a yes.” she said, depositing stacks of papers before both girls and leaving several crayons. “I’ll be right back, but don’t fret; other workers are watching you.” 

 

With that, Miss Lilly stood and left them alone. Hannah glanced at Emily and grinned, giggling. Emily blushed but giggled back, shrugging. It had worked, after all. It was now Hannah realized something: her hands were still in mittens. Taking hold of a crayon was next to impossible. The resistance had mentioned she was supposed to bomb the test, but she was supposed to at least get through the first few pages. Even using both hands, Hannah found she could only make rudimentary lines and nothing coordinated, so her paper quickly became a mess. 

 

Hannah was getting increasingly frustrated and nervous. She intended to follow the resistance’s order and get through the first pages, but she couldn’t manage that! What would the school do to her if they found she couldn’t? Why hadn’t Miss Lilly at least let her hands be free? Was Hannah being set up for failure? The thought terrified her, but there wasn’t much she could do. Just as Hannah was about to give up, a daycare worker stepped up, her hands on her hips. She was a big woman, significant for an Amazon anyway, dressed in a sort of nurse outfit, delicate green clothing in a soft, soothing color, the fit of which did nothing to hide her massive breasts.

 

“What are you two silly babies doing? Who gave you crayons and paper?” she asked in a kind, joking manner, stooping down and collecting the papers. “Come on, you two, it’s feeding time!” 

 

Hannah found herself scooped up in the woman’s arms, Emily in the other; she gave Hannah a concerned look, still nursing the pacifier. It was clear that they were purposely going to ignore them regardless of whether they spoke; what was the point? On top of that, they were supposed to keep their heads down; there was no sense in throwing a fit. Hannah was carried to the feeding area, and the woman sat in a rocking chair. Around this point, Hannah realized something was off; the woman hadn’t gotten any bottles for them. 

 

With the girls in her lap, the woman smiled down at them, “I bet you two are hungry!” She said, her fingers opening buttons on her shirt and pulling it open, revealing her massive tits. 

 

Hannah's eyes went wide as the breasts were presented to her, milk leaking from the woman's tits only inches away from her face. She squirmed, the pacifier removed from her mouth, as she was gently drawn forward. The woman was trying to breastfeed her! 

End of Chapter 26

[SGTbaby]

Awesome ! I was wondering when breastfeeding was coming…I look forward to hearing more of how their day goes!!

[SolaraScott]

4 hours ago, SGTbaby said:

Awesome ! I was wondering when breastfeeding was coming…I look forward to hearing more of how their day goes!!

I did promise that the girls would be likely nursing at some point hahah.  I make good on my promises. 

[Chance]

Great chapter! Hopefully it will become easier for both sisters to slip into littlespace and maintain their ruse after this. I'm also looking forward to what Mommy has planned for bedtime. Fingers crossed it's something to bring Hannah and Emily closer together.

[SolaraScott]

2 hours ago, Chance said:

Great chapter! Hopefully it will become easier for both sisters to slip into littlespace and maintain their ruse after this. I'm also looking forward to what Mommy has planned for bedtime. Fingers crossed it's something to bring Hannah and Emily closer together.

Hehe, you could say she has something planned... 😛 The girls, hopefully, will be able to relax a bit more but it's a tough world they are in right now. 

[SolaraScott]

Chapter 27: Tummy time

Hannah's resolve broke, and she was about to scream when a voice called out, “Nurse Bethany! Stop.” Miss Lilly ordered, stepping up. 

 

Hannah's movement halted, her breathing ragged and nervous. “They haven't been bonded yet by their Mommy; you can't.” Miss Lilly said. 

 

“Oh, bother that; what can it hurt?” The woman said, going to pull Hannah close again. 

 

“Do not do it; you know better.” Miss Lilly replied sternly, “Follow. The. Program.” 

 

The woman holding Hannah was fighting an internal conflict. Before she finally sighed, letting both girls back, Miss Lilly quickly scooped them both from her lap. Hannah cried softly; the shame and embarrassment of almost being fed like that was too much. “You should be ashamed; we’ll have words later.” Miss Lilly said harshly, trying to comfort the crying girl as she left the woman sitting there, dressing herself again.

 

Miss Lilly gently bounced Hannah, crying to console her, “Shh, shh, it's okay, I know you are hungry, we’ll get you fed.” 

 

Miss Lilly thought she was upset because she had been denied her meal! This realization tore Hannah up, but she certainly couldn't say anything. Miss Lilly stepped up to another worker, dressed in pink this time, offering Emily, “Would you mind feeding her while I feed this cutie? Number 4 formula, please.” 

 

The worker nodded, smiling as she took Emily, cooing down at her. Miss Lilly glanced towards where Hannah and Emily had been doing the test, frowning, “I'll have to get those papers.” She stepped over and grabbed a bottle with the number 2 on it. 

 

Hannah had absolutely no idea what the numbers meant, and Miss Lilly wasn't offering any explanation as she offered the bottle’s nipple to Hannah. She hesitantly opened her mouth and accepted it, not wanting to get punished. She nursed the bottle, tasting a sweet, warm, bubbly liquid fill her mouth. It didn't taste bad, some sort of formula, but she wasn't hungry either; they had just been fed.

 

Hannah tried to drink, getting about half the bottle down. Before giving up, letting it fall from her mouth. “Not hungry,” Hannah said, pouting, purposely letting her words slur. 

 

Miss Lilly shushed her, “No talking baby girl.” She said, setting the bottle to the side and burping Hannah. Burped, Hannah's face was wiped clean; whatever had been in that bottle was acting fast. She groaned, feeling the cramps take hold, her face scrunching, her body pushing and filling the seat of her diaper. 

 

Miss Lilly didn't miss a beat, humming softly, gently patting Hannah's expanding bum, “Let it all out, baby, such a good girl.” 

 

Hannah's face flushed at the praise, her bladder giving way as well, the diaper swelling between her legs as Miss Lilly held her. Hannah squirmed, feeling discomfort with the mess caking her rear. Miss Lilly held her tightly tightly, “It’s okay, sweetheart, no squirming; we'll get you into a fresh diaper in a moment.” 

 

Hannah wanted to relent and let the woman do her job, but she had been instructed to act like a baby. What would a baby do if they were uncomfortable? Hannah began to cry softly, a sort of whimper with falling tears. Miss Lilly smiled down at her, holding her up and teasing Hannah with her nose, “Gosh, you learn so quickly! Your Mommy must have worked overtime. Come on, sweetie.” She said, stepping over to the changing area. 

 

Hannah was laid down, the strap pulled across her chest, and the sleeper undone. The sleeper had an unbuttoned section around her hips to facilitate diaper changes without being entirely removed from the garment. Miss Lilly made quick work of the diaper change, placing Hannah in thick, overnight diapers and doing up the sleeper again.

 

Hannah's legs were splayed to the side; it would make walking nearly impossible. Miss Lilly pursed her lips, “Oh, silly Daddy, he didn't set your outfit. Let's start with three.”

 

Hannah's attention was immediately drawn by this statement: what on earth was she talking about? What was she doing?! Hannah didn't have long to wonder as Miss Lilly did something Hannah couldn't see, and Hannah felt her outfit changing. 

 

It seemed to be resisting her movements; her arms and legs felt as if they were trapped in molasses, leaving her uncoordinated and even more helpless. Miss Lilly smiled down at Hannah as she experimented with her new outfit. Hannah hated it; she knew it would severely limit her ability to do anything.

 

Hannah pouted, “No likey…” she whined. 

 

Miss Lilly chuckled, “You need to learn to rely on your caregivers, sweetheart, and what did I say about talking? One more time, and you'll be punished.” She said, scooping Hannah up. 

 

Hannah sighed with the onesie; it made even just sitting up properly a challenge. Her head kept wanting to roll to the side, and Miss Lilly had to cradle her like a newborn, supporting her. 

 

She carried Hannah over to the play area, intercepted by that same nurse who had taken Hannah. The woman was holding another girl, her eyes glassed over and foggy. There was something about the girl, something Hannah recognized, but not from a Little. 

 

Hannah thought the girl almost looked like Ash, that babysitter Emily had had the first day she was brought home. The nurse chuckled, “I think I got those two confused with my new charge, little Miss Ashley here.” 

 

Miss Lilly chuckled, clearly not buying it, “Ahh, she's that Tweener adoption, right.”

 

“Yup! Mommy already bonded with her; I'm going to get her situated with some Naomi and Oliver for her stay.” The nurse said, ruffling the girl's hair. 

 

Hannah's eyes went wide; it was the same girl! She recognized the face; it was a bit chubby but the same person. What had they done to her? Before she could say or ask anything, not that she should have anyway, the nurse turned and left them. 

 

Miss Lilly chuckled, getting to the play area and kneeling, “A Tweener with a Little, incredible… Alright, sweetheart, have some fun with playtime; I'll be back a little for tummy time.” 

 

Miss Lilly laid Hannah out beneath a mobile; small, colorful animals and other dangling bits hung above Hannah's face, twirling softly in a gentle breeze. 

 

Miss Lilly didn't stop to ensure Hannah was okay; she simply stood and left her alone. Emily joined her soon after, being laid down and left alone, more than a worker watching them all the time. With the onesie now engaged, Hannah couldn't even sit up or roll to her side; she could turn her head, and she did so, glancing at Emily. 

 

Emily gave her a soft smile and reached a mittened hand to her, embracing Hannah's hand as best as she could. Both the girl's motions could have been faster and more coordinated. Hannah wanted to say something, but she was scared of saying anything for fear of punishment. 

 

Hannah glanced up at the dangling toys above her. Something she had never prepared for before coming here was the sheer and utter boredom of being an actual baby. She lay there, staring up at the spinning toys, unable to do more than squirm, her hand never leaving Emily's. 

 

Miss Lilly came by, cooing as she saw them holding hands, and helped roll the girls over onto their tummy, “Tummy time!” She reported in a sing-song voice. 

 

This new position only helped Hannah a little; the suite was still too restrictive for her to move. It allowed her to push herself up on her arms and knees, but that was about it before flopping back down. Something else she hadn't expected, the pressure of laying this way was putting strain on her abdomen, and she found herself in need of pooping again. 

 

What had been in that formula? She groaned, completely unable to fight back as her body pushed and filled the seat of her diaper. Emily was in a similar situation, and Hannah noticed the girl's face scrunching up as she went. Hannah was mortified at being treated like this; it had NOT been what she wanted from the trip; the daycare was far more to her liking despite its direct messaging. 

 

She watched Emily's eyes scrunched, and several tears fell before she started crying. Right! Hannah was supposed to act like a baby, and babies cried when they needed something, such as changing. Hannah followed suit, and moments later, both girls were being rolled over and consoled as they were changed right there in the middle of the room. 

 

Hannah probably would have felt more shame or humiliation if she could see any other Littles around her. As soon as her sleeper had been unzipped, Hannah breathed deeply, feeling the restrictive material relax. The worker seemed to take note, chuckling, “Don't get too used to it, hun; you are a baby.” He said, finishing changing her and zipping it back up. 

 

Hannah sighed, feeling it tighten as he lifted her into his arms, cradling her head. She hadn't even seen the worker grabbing another bottle before it was placed into Hannah's mouth, forcing her to nurse. 

 

Hannah wanted to grumble and fight back but knew better as she reluctantly began to drink the sweet formula. The worker held her, letting her drink her fill. Hannah's bladder began to ache, and before she could even think about letting it go, she felt it relax all on its own. A look of panic must have crossed her face as she had her accident, her diaper swelling. 

 

The worker smiled down at her, his hand patting her bum lovingly, “Such a good girl.” He said, warning Hannah's heart. 

 

Hannah found the rhythmic sucking soothing and soon felt her eyes begin to drift closed. She was vaguely aware that the bottle ran out, and the nipple quickly swapped with a pacifier as Hannah was laid in what she assumed was a bassinet.

 

The worker wrapped a blanket around Hannah, swaddling her, and set the bassinet swinging softly. Between her warm belly, the gentle swinging, and the embrace of the fuzzy blanket, she soon drifted off to sleep.

 

Hannah awoke later and had no idea how much time had passed. She felt her swaddle had been undone, her sleeper unzipped, her diaper open, and a worker's fingers gently cleaning her up. Hannah hadn’t even realized she had pooped herself in her sleep. The worker cleaned Hannah up, zipping her back into the sleeper and lifting her into his arms, plopping the nipple of a bottle into Hannah’s mouth.

 

Hannah groaned, begrudgingly nursing the bottle. She did not want any more formula, but the suggestions from both Daddy and the Resistance were to go with the flow and not argue. Hannah suckled, feeling the sweet, warm formula filling her mouth and tummy. Hannah could feel her bladder begin to ache; she clenched down, trying to hold it, and managed to do so for several seconds before letting go. Whatever was happening to her body, she knew it wouldn’t help just giving in and letting it happen.

 

The worker carried Hannah in the crook of his arm, feeding her as he had her around the room, moving gently, rocking Hannah as she nursed. She felt sluggish with the onesie, her mind clouded from sleep, and her full belly made her feel bloated and relaxed. The worker burped Hannah as she finished the bottle, laying her back in the bassinet. The paci was replaced, the swaddle was done again around Hannah, and she was rocked to sleep again. 

 

The process repeated several more times during the day: she would be woken up, her diaper changed as it had grown clammy and squished during her nap, she would be fed and then put back to sleep. It was mind-numbing in a way, the repetitive actions; Hannah could feel herself slipping. Without stimulation of any sort, Hannah’s thoughts drifted, her mind blank as she was forced to follow the same sequence of steps over and over again, not needing to lift a finger, never needing to cry or ask for anything, her ever whim was taking care of well before she needed to ask.

 

Hannah felt herself slipping into the rhythm, constantly nursing, letting her bladder go before she felt the need to go, her tummy pushing, and continuously keeping the rear of her diaper full. She had settled so far into this rhythm that she didn’t even realize Daddy was holding her until she and Emily were being carried from the daycare.

 

Hannah’s eyes were glassy and unfocused, and the lights outside the center seemed harsh compared to how they left. “Hannah? Emily?” Daddy asked, his words seeming far off. Hannah’s comprehension of them was sluggish and slow, slipping from her like oil through her fingers. She didn’t even realize Daddy had entered a small nursing room, sitting in a lounge chair and cradling Hannah and Emily to his chest. Hannah enjoyed the feeling of being held, the warmth of his chest radiating. She could hear his heart, his breathing, his hands clutching both of them tightly, rocking back and forth.

 

It took Hannah several long minutes to realize he was rocking more for himself than the two girls, recognizing the sound of his chest as the sound of weeping. “Oh, my poor babies, what did they do to you? Why did I let her do this.” he cried, tears dripping and wetting Hannah’s cheeks.

End of Chapter 27

[Chance]

This chapter was a bit sad to read, I hope it's only temporary. I wish that the diaper dimension was kinder to portal littles. It would be nice seeing them regress at thier own pace, slowly getting eased into being a baby through love and kindness. That way they would get to fully enjoy thier experience. The amazons here seem to expect too much too fast.

[SolaraScott]

3 hours ago, Chance said:

This chapter was a bit sad to read, I hope it's only temporary. I wish that the diaper dimension was kinder to portal littles. It would be nice seeing them regress at thier own pace, slowly getting eased into being a baby through love and kindness. That way they would get to fully enjoy thier experience. The amazons here seem to expect too much too fast.

Amazon's absolutely want things to move fast, and ironically, in regards to DD stories, this one is ranked towards the slower end... THAT being said, I am working on a story that is far slower ☺️ It would be interesting seeing a slow regression, rather than having it forced on Littles.

 

Oh and yes, this chapter was very sad... In general, overall, the story is on the upswing. I balance out the bad with the good!

[codsterc10@msn.com]

Amazing job