In-Between Prologue and Chapter 01 by Sofia Hammerstein

Cameron Sylvester has grown up always hoping he'll live up to the heritage of his mother's family height. She was a ten-foot-tall Big, after all, and his father was a tall Mid, which meant it shouldn't have been a question that he would grow out of the Little category of height early on. A bright student, he's been at the top of his class in science and math throughout his academic career! Looking toward his high school graduation and towards college, he's received scholarships to attend Emerson University. it's a question of inches if he'll be left to the fate of being a Little with a limited future or manage to make a future as a short 'Betweener.' Even as a Betweener, the question remains to be seen if he can be a normal adult or if he'll be left 'In-Between.'  (A Tale from the Diaper Dimension)

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The Legal Stuff: In-Between © 2020-2026 By Sofia Hammerstein
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.
 

I’m posting the next book in my Diaper Dimension Series because I believe some readers on this site will enjoy it! It is a bit different from the past works I’ve posted, but it does have a TG element later in the book. My current work-in-progress, Lights, Camera, … What?!? draws characters and story from this work, so I feel like I need to post this before I post that work. This book is fully written, as mentioned above; it is available in full on Amazon at this time. I’ll be posting chapters a few times a week until the full work is on here. Thanks for reading!

 
 

Prologue
 

I LOOKED AT the mark my dad had made on my doorframe again and smiled with glee! Today was going to be the best day ever of high school! I might never have noticed if my friend Shawn hadn’t said something yesterday about it seemed like I’d grown. I’d given up hope that would likely happen anymore at eighteen and stopped measuring, but here I was… finally!!!

I was practically bouncing as I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a breakfast bar and a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Ready?” My dad asked while walking back into the room with a travel cup of coffee.

“Yes!” I told him with a smile, “Can we leave now so I can see the nurse before school?”

He laughed, “I figured you’d want to do that. Grab your bag, and we’ll head off.”

I walked to the car ahead of him, opened the back door, and looked at the seat, or rather the lack of a car seat! I smiled as I buckled up, and Dad drove me to school. He pulled up to the front, where there was a little activity already, even though it was a half-hour before school.

“Have a good day, Sport! I love you,” He told me with a good-natured smile.

“Thanks, Dad; love you too,” I told him as I closed my door. I walked up the steps to the school, dodging a few students who were definitely still taller than me! As I opened the main entrance, I saw one of the senior girls dragging a boy not much smaller than me to the office with her hand grabbing tightly onto his wrist. The tell-tale wet spot on his front would not go over well for him inside the office... While I felt for him, the girl’s giggling and laughter over his misfortune spurred me to walk faster to the nurse to hopefully beat them there after a principal saw them.

When I arrived, I found the woman I was looking for sitting at a desk I could see over pretty well, except where a computer screen blocked my view.

“Cameron! What brings you here so early, baby boy?”

I felt my gut wrench at that statement, but I knew she used that tone with everyone who was too short to be a ‘Big’ to her.

I forced myself to sound confident, “Hi, Mrs. Giddings, I’m here to update my height records if you might have a chance to check?”

Her eyes narrowed at me, and I wondered if I had now offended her. “Well, you think you might have grown since the beginning of the year?”

I nodded, “My dad and I checked last night.”

“Well, step over to the scale over here. Take your shoes off first, though!”

I blushed, knowing I had shoes that gave me an extra two inches and stood barefoot on the scale as she read off my weight. “One-hundred-and-ten pounds… You are a scrawny boy, aren’t you?” She smirked at me.

I shrugged, “I eat all the time, just never gain anything,” I told her honestly.

“Still, you might see about having more fattening foods in your diet; add more milk to your meals?” She suggested.

I bit my tongue and groaned, knowing that she thought of me still at my old height… and what kind of milk she would have wanted me to have. “I’ll try,” I told her an easy lie.

She reached behind me and pulled up an attachment from the scale that seemed anachronous from the high-tech instruments that even a school nurse’s office had. I could see in the corner her automated changing table, an auto-feeder, and an older model of a machine that I knew would take all of the body hair off of someone with the press of a button once they were strapped inside… I shuddered as I thought about how many times I had barely avoided them!

I gently felt a bar land on my head as she pushed it down. “Stand tall little one!” She told me. I did so, and she looked down to ensure my feet were flat on the scale’s surface. “Those feet are flat, right?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I told her calmly, awaiting her verdict.

She stared at the digital readout above the scale for a moment and adjusted things before saying, “Well, I’ll be! I guess you’ll grow up to be an adult here after all!”

“How tall?”

She smiled, “Seventy-three inches!”

“So…?” I asked with a smile.

“You’re officially no longer a Little, Cameron!”

I smiled widely as she entered the information in the system and then looked at me, “I’m sad this is the last day I’ll see you in that uniform. If you brought anything else with you, you may go ahead and change?”

I nodded and said, “Thanks!” before heading down the hallway into a bathroom that I found unoccupied. I hurriedly took the stupid clip-on tie off, followed by the slacks and button-down shirt. I was already wearing normal boxers, so I could quickly pull on shorts and a T-shirt with my favorite band on the front. I had risked a bit by already wearing regular tennis shoes. Still, those went back on with a smile that I wouldn’t have to wear the stupid Littles’ dress shoes I’d been forced to wear since elementary school.

I looked in the mirror at my face and smiled, knowing once and for all, I wasn’t in danger of being just adopted off of the street like my Little friends! Mom had been a ‘Big,’ but I had inherited short genes for some reason. I would never be as big of a ‘Betweener’ as my dad, but at least legally, as a ‘Betweener’ like my dad was, I could have a future that didn’t involve a nursery and diapers for the rest of my life!

I headed out of the bathroom, noting the now full hallways, and made it to my first class just before the tardy bell rang.

“Mister Sylvester, why are you out of uniform?” The tall twelve-foot woman who taught English asked me.

I forced myself not to be nervous as I craned to look up at her, still towering at me, even sitting at her desk. “I’ve just been to the nurse. Please check my records; you’ll see I’m no longer required to wear the Little’s uniform, Ma’am.”

I was polite, knowing that she could still met out punishments that involved diapers and moving backward in my educational status.

“Is that so?” She asked as a couple of large girls in the front row giggled.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“No way! Cam’s definitely still a Little. Can I take him to the nurse so you can get on with class? I’ll get him diapered and send him off to a daycare?” Kristin, a total witch of a girl, said.

“Well, let’s just see what the records say,” she said. I watched her pull up the school’s student information system on her tablet and clicked through before tutting, “Well, I’ll be! You did finally grow up, didn’t you?” She said to me.

I nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”

“So, I guess this means you’re going to college next year after all…?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said to her.

“Which one?”

“Emerson?” I told her. It was a university a few hours from my hometown that would have accepted me as a little too. Fortunately, now that I had received a new official designation, I would be able to cancel my CARE exam that had been scheduled for next week!

“My Alma Mater!” she said with a smile, “Too bad, I guess that means you won’t be in Wenig. I was an RA for two years there.” She looked over at Kristin, “That’s, of course, where I met my little guy.”

Fortunately, the school announcements started then, and I could avoid hearing any more discussion about the poor man’s fate. I’d seen him on several occasions in our class, dressed just in his onesie and a messy diaper. Kristin had especially seemed to enjoy getting a chance to dote on him. Whenever he was there, she constantly cooed at him with baby talk as she worked to actively embarrass him while he tried to hide behind his large stuffed puppy dog. ‘He certainly isn’t lacking milk in his diet,’ I thought while grimacing at the number of girls in the class who had nursed him while we would read as a class out loud.

I paid attention as she gave us the final project we had to complete for the semester before our exams began in three weeks. I walked out alongside Beth, my best friend, who was unfortunately only seventy-one inches tall. Her brown hair was braided into two pigtails on either side of her head like most of the girl Littles. “So, no uniform, diapers during exams, or graduation now?” she said with a smile as she hugged me. “Congrats Cameron!” She said with a smile.

“Thanks,” I told her, returning the hug. Unfortunately, her plaid uniform dress with the required white blouse labeled her as the ‘Little’ she would forever be. “I’m sorry, this means we’ll be in a different dorm now…?”

She shrugged, “It’s not like you can’t come visit me?”

I nodded but felt my stomach a bit queasy, “Maybe we can meet for lunch on campus each day?”

“Already afraid to be around a little who can drag you down?” She teased me.

There was a hint of truth in it that we both knew neither could escape.

Now that I was officially a Mid or a Betweener, it was risky to hang around Littles, lest I be labeled as one myself! Even ones like Beth, who was nearly as tall as I was, and every bit as potty trained, could draw unwanted attention to me! I hoped her Betweener mother and Big father would be able to get her safely away from the graduation ceremony later that month. I was glad I wouldn’t have to worry about the gauntlet that the Littles usually faced as soon as the caps were thrown in the air!

 
 

Chapter 1: Fresh Starts
 

GRADUATION HAD COME and gone before I knew it! I had been fortunate to end up with another Betweener roommate, Jason, who was only a foot taller than me. His height was much less intimidating than if he had been a Big! He was shorter than my dad, so our height difference didn’t bother me as much as if I had a Big roommate.

Orientation had been a blast! I had been so glad that I wasn’t a Little, though, as I caught glimpses of the occupants from Wenig Hall, the Littles’ dorm. I could enjoy the dance, a movie on the lawn, a casino night, and a few other activities that happened at night. If I had been just a tiny bit shorter, I would have been forced to be in bed in the Little’s dorm!

I had caught sight of Beth being pulled along a stupid ringed line rope thing like a bunch of preschoolers on the first real night of orientation. She texted me the next day that she was sorry she couldn’t get together with me yet.

We’d had a big send-off barbeque with our families the night before we moved in, though, so it wasn’t like it had been weeks since we’d seen each other… We finally got to plan a lunch together on the first day of our classes since we had the same course right before lunch. I was looking forward to seeing her, and from her text message, she was looking forward to going to class without her Nest Mother always peering over her shoulder.

‘Nest Mothers…’ I snorted at the stupidity. With a normal dorm, you got R.A.s, who were essentially there to keep you from partying or doing epically stupid things. They also tried to help you out if you were in a bind with something. For Wenig Hall, the Littles all ended up in ‘Nests’ with ‘Nest Mothers’ to watch over them. The Littles had to obey them, like nannies or babysitters, and everyone had horror stories about them!

I shook my head and dodged a tall girl standing in the middle of the hallway for some reason. Just as I passed her, she grabbed my wrist, “Where are you going out of uniform?”

I sighed, “I’m not a Little; please let me go; I need to get to class.”

She looked down at me skeptically, and I noticed that she was easily over eleven feet tall. “You don’t seem like you are tall enough…”

“I promise I am. Do you think a nest mother would let a Little out of Wenig without their uniform?” I asked. I nodded towards a pair of Littles walking right past me. I kept my face calm as I could tell there was padding underneath their pants. One had a little tale-tale bit of white plastic sticking up over the back of his shirt that had been tucked inside the diaper somehow.

“Come on, Holly,” a bit shorter girl standing beside her said, “We need to get to class too. Besides, you know the rules. You can’t adopt Little students, and Betweeners aren’t required to wear the uniform.”

She sighed, “Get lost, baby boy,” she told me.

I didn’t hesitate to follow her instructions and took the chance to get the hell out of there. I was sure she had Little-fever bad! I made it to class and sat beside a smiling Beth in the third row of a large lecture hall.

She stood up carefully off the booster she’d sat on in her chair and hugged me. “Cameron!”

I squeezed her back, “It’s good to see you, Beth!” I told her. As she sat back down, I noticed I smelled baby powder, and her bottom seemed to crinkle... I tried not to get nervous at being next to her – I didn’t want my friend to be labeled as having a case of Maturosis. That’s what the Bigs tended to call it these days… ‘Maturosis’ was their way of marking a Little and saying their only use was to be a babied living doll. I never wanted to see a friend getting stuck with that label, but it looked clear that Beth could be on her way.

“So, how are you settling in?” she asked me.

We talked briefly before our biology professor began introducing the class. I intended to get an undergrad degree in Chemistry or Biology before pursuing a juris doctorate. I had learned from my grandfather that lawyers with the technical background to understand the details of science would do better with patent law cases. It seemed a good match for something that wasn’t overly physical labor-wise and would enable me to stay out of view much of the time as I prepared for cases.

I’d always done really well with science as a kid, so this class would just be a review from what I read on the syllabus. I tucked it away in my backpack and stood up to follow Beth out of the hall and to the nearest dining hall.

Next to the entrance, one of the T.A.s had one Little by the arm and was pulling up her skirt - showing off her purple training pants. “Uh-oh, someone made a stinky in her training panties! Guess we need to go see the Dean!” she said with a smirk and then smushed a lump in the back intentionally as she picked her up.

Beth seemed to shrink into me as we passed the other T.A. “Let’s see how you’re doing on your first day, little girl!” she told her as she pulled up her skirt without warning. I watched in horror as a pair of pink disposable training panties were displayed and pulled back from the back so she could look inside. “Bit wet, but all clean! Make sure you get a change before your next class, little girl,” she told her as she pushed her skirt down and clung to me with tears in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I told her as I hugged her outside. “We’ve got to keep moving, though; you can’t be seen crying out here, Beth.”

She nodded and calmed down. The two of us had made a pact long ago that we would help each other through the big bad world of Bigs looking to kidnap and baby us. She’d done the same for me many times when I was shorter than she was. We arrived at the cafeteria and walked together around the stations to get food. I helped her get some things from a couple of the serving dishes she couldn’t reach and tried to ignore the hungry looks some of the Bigs were giving her… and me!

Not all of them were like that, mind you; I could see a larger number of students really looking through new books, schedules, and talking to friends across their tables. Those were generally the safe type of Bigs when I had been still considered a Little. I glanced over at Beth, who handed her card to be swiped, and thanked god again that I finally had a small growth spurt! Until I was a freshman in high school, I hadn’t even hit five feet. By senior year when I was five feet ten inches at the beginning of the year, I was afraid I would be like Beth, forever just a hair short of the mark. Emerson’s school uniform for Littles didn’t even allow for lifted shoes to let her get away with pretending to be that extra inch.

I handed over my card and followed Beth to an area of the cafeteria better sized for Betweeners… ‘or really elementary school children,’ I had to admit. Truthfully just because I was over six feet now didn’t make me an adult in the eyes of many of those around me. Since I was still just the size of an average preschooler, it didn’t bring me a lot of safety. It just meant, though, that most Amazons that wanted to humiliate their charges, change diapers, and breastfeed their pretend babies would give me a pass at first glance so they could have their cuddly ‘infants.’ I did have to be wary, though; some would prefer a pretend ‘potty-training’ inept Little boy that goes to preschool or elementary school each day - always missing the potty and having ‘accidents.’ I could honestly remember several Littles like that in my kindergarten through second-grade classes. They became pretty rare by middle school and high school. Usually, only newly adopted Littles with ‘parents’ who wanted to run them down by continually demoting them through the grades would be sent to high school. Most got ‘Go Straight to Daycare, and Don’t Pass Go’ cards.

I shuddered, thinking of some of the last ones I’d seen in high school.

With that, I looked at Beth, “So, how are things, really?” I asked her.

She looked around and then said, “I knew…” She sighed, “I knew that I would probably end up diapered at night… that’s been happening every night. We were told for the first week it was mandatory, and then we could have our big girl panties back for bed if we proved we weren’t bedwetters on our potty charts. I’ve never had accidents back home, but I’ve woken up wet all but two nights here! I think they’re doing something…” she started to say when a tall girl approached our table.

She was wearing a top that was way too tight, causing her plump breasts to practically pop out of the top of her shirt. Something about her body language said she was bad news as she walked up to our table. “Well, there you are, Lizzy!”

I could mentally picture Beth wanting to kill the woman already. Even her parents didn’t call her that!

“Hi, Miss Nancy,” Beth told her politely. Her body was tense, though, and I could see this girl was getting under her skin.

“And who is your little friend? Is he in our dorm as well?” she asked.

A lightbulb went off in my head, and I guessed she was one of the damn Nest Mothers. “I’m Cameron Sylvester,” I told her politely and extended my hand.

“You know you’re not allowed to have boyfriends…” the girl told Beth.

“I’m not a boyfriend,” I told her, “we’ve just been friends for a really long time. We grew up together,” I told her.

“Sort of grew up,” she said with a wry smile. “I think you must have just edged over the finish line that wittle Lizzy couldn’t make! No matter,” she said as she suddenly put her hand up Beth’s skirt and pulled up. “Who’s a wet wittle girl? This girl, huh?” she tisked, “I guess you really did need those cute training panties, huh?” She talked to her in a very patronizing voice. “Make sure you come by after lunch for another pair… or you can see one of the attendants at the changing stations too. They’ll probably only have diapees, though.” She stood then and looked back down, “Of course, that might be a better option for you anyway if you’re not going to stay dry. Smells like you’re clean, at least, though. See you soon, chickling.”

As she stood and walked away, I looked at Beth, whose shoulders were visibly tense, and she was doing her best not to break down again. I sat quietly for a few minutes and asked, “So, who was that bitch?”

“Shh!” she told me. “If they think I said that…”

I smiled, “Relax, I’m a big adult; I can say naughty words.”

That was enough to make her giggle a little bit, at least.

“So, who was that?”

“Nancy Dannigan, my nest mother.”

“Landed yourself one of the good ones… huh?”

She shook her head, “I think she’s probably the worst. My nest is already half-gone after orientation. Someone must have spiked the punch for the Littles - all but a few of us who didn’t drink it ended up messing our pants!”

“Not you?” I asked her.

She held up her water thermos, “You know I don’t ever drink water I can’t trust.”

I nodded; it was a good plan as a Little. She was worth a lot of money to the university as a Little student in special grants and aid. Still, I’d heard about the demerit system from others around campus since we’d arrived. For Littles, there was a rule of ten demerits in a year… Run through those, and you were immediately escorted to a daycare the university ran or taken to an orphanage if you’d pissed Dean Sanders off too much. It seemed like there were a lot of ways to get stuck with them, but the worst was pooping your pants in class. Doing so would be an automatic eight demerits! From what I’d seen a couple times during that morning, it seemed like they would swoop in on the opportunity to knock two more for wetting their pants, not wearing protection, swearing, or… well, anything.

Honestly, I was glad I was no longer bound by those rules. I hated to see my best friend stuck with them! I’d made it to safety, and I felt guilty about that.

When I was beginning to get more information about her life in Wenig, another Little asked, “Can I sit here?”

I looked a little down at the girl who was standing and still shorter than I was in the seat.

“Sure, Meg,” Beth told her.

Once she had sat down, she looked up at me, “Hi, I’m Meg.”

“Cameron,” I told her.

“Boyfriend?” She hissed at Beth.

We both laughed, “Just good friends,” I told her. “How do you two know each other?”

“Oh, we’re in the same nest together,” she told me.

“I’m sorry, I just had the displeasure of meeting your Nest Mother?”

“Yeah…” Meg said. She took that moment to take a bite of her food. “What’s your major, Cameron?”

“Either chemistry or biology… I haven’t decided yet.”

“Future doctor?”

I shook my head, “Lawyer, actually….”

We talked for a while, and I learned she was majoring in electrical engineering. Beth gradually calmed down and became more of her normal self with us before blushing and excusing herself to return to the dorm. I guessed for that change… Meg and I were heading toward the same part of campus where my chem lab would be held.

“It was nice meeting you,” I told her as we parted.

“You too!” she said with a smile.

I noticed a couple Bigs giving me a look like I was shrinking by hanging out with a Little. Still, I just shrugged and walked through the hallway, up a staircase, and found the small lecture hall I guessed they had chosen for us to meet on procedures before taking us into a lab. This class met for a lecture on Mondays and then had lab time to complete the projects and experiments on Wednesdays and Fridays. I was probably as excited about this class as any I had on my schedule!

I found a seat not quite at the back and looked on as other students entered. Most were Bigs, of course, with several Littles mixed in here and there. I looked to be one of only two Betweeners in the class and knew I’d have to be careful not to get labeled with an infraction of some sort… I noticed that one of the girls was in a thick diaper as she did her best to climb onto a seat and flashed the room. She blushed when she noticed me watching.

I blushed and looked back at the doorway in time to see Her.

The girl who walked in looked to be one of the tallest Amazon girls I had ever seen! I guessed she was probably close to thirteen feet tall! Her red hair was styled in a beautiful down look, with a gentle curl visible at the ends of her long hair that stretched to the middle of her back. I could tell that she was well off from the obvious designer clothes. I squirmed a bit to hide a reaction as she sat just a few seats down from me, and I stole a glance at an equally beautiful face.

‘Too bad she’s a Big!’ I couldn’t help but think. ‘She’s gorgeous!’

I wanted to say ‘hi’ when I saw her again later in my history class, but I didn’t have the guts to do it. After class, I watched a tall guy, barely shorter than her, who could have been a model, say, “Babe, you’re so hot! How about going out with me tonight?”

The slap across his face was well deserved, in my opinion! After that, though, I certainly wasn’t brave enough to approach her!
 
 

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