In-Between Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 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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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.
 

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Chapter 2: Inches
 

MONDAY NIGHT, I checked the online portals for my classes. I discovered my writing professor had posted an assignment due on the first day! It was just a short assignment, but it was more than a little bit sneaky to require work to be due even before we’d received our syllabus! I’d heard stories about such things before, though, which is why I checked! It was smaller than most intro freshman classes, and the professor could easily pick out the five of fourteen students who hadn’t done the assignment. Two were Bigs, who she ripped into, and told them they were on their way to failing her class. Even though I wasn’t even the one getting berated, I still felt like I wanted to hide underneath my too-tall desk!

Another Betweener girl, a foot taller than me, was in tears as she told her, “Not doing your homework is a sign of not being mature, isn’t it? You know you might have your own case of Maturosis coming on?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am; I’ll do better. I’ll prove you can trust me from here on out!”

I gulped at that, knowing the implication that she was really a Little… and all that implied! Fortunately for her, two boy littles in our class had also failed to turn in the assignment. One argued, “I’m sorry, Professor, our Nest Mother made us all go to bed early last night, and I didn’t have a chance to log in to see...”

“Blaming your failings on someone else…?” She asked coldly.

“N…” he tried to get out.

“Well, Jimmy, I’ll add that to my notes to Dean Sanders when she meets with you later for your demerits. She can look into it… If she tells me you really had no free time at all yesterday and the night before when I posted it, I’ll consider giving you an extension.”

I watched the other guy motion to him to knock it off.

‘Both will be in diapers and gone before long,’ I thought.

My work was thankfully approved, and given compliments before she got into the next assignment. I was grateful there weren’t a lot of topics in this class that would be like a grammar class, but we did talk about how a technical article or paper should be written. By the end of class, we were assigned a two-page essay that we would have a week to do, along with information on a more significant ten-page paper that had to be completed by midterms.

I sighed on my way out the door, knowing that even as an easy course, it would probably occupy much of my time!

My trip to Chemistry was mostly uneventful for me. As I walked, I couldn’t help but notice that nearly every Little seemed to be padded now in some way. My chemistry professor was like a savant with names and faces and called on me mid-way through the class after a Big failed to answer the question he was asking correctly.

“Mr. Sylvester, can you help him out?”

It was a simple stoichiometric equation that I responded to quickly with the correct answer.

“Correct!” he told me. “Mr. Nutter, you might want to see about getting a tutor for this class?”

He continued on for a long time in that class before assigning us about forty pages of the textbook to get through by Thursday. Some optional assignments and worksheets were also given out that he ‘encouraged’ everyone to do. I suspected the fact that there were only three tests in the class was going to make it easier to fail if someone didn’t keep up. I didn’t intend to draw the same attention as the others in my class earlier!

At the end of class, I had a text from Beth to meet up for lunch.

“Hi, Beth!” I told her with a smile.

“Hi, Cameron,” she said and hugged me quickly. “I miss hanging out with you more.”

“I miss you too,” I told her honestly. I couldn’t help but note that unlike the other Littles in my classes that I’d seen, Beth didn’t seem to be crinkling. “How’s everything going today?”

“Okay, so far, I have that stupid Seminar class this afternoon.”

“Sorry,” I told her apologetically. “I’m really glad I had that growth spurt,” I told her kind of guiltily.

“I wish I’d had one… or that I could have gotten away with heels to hide my height or something. Emerson is so strict on them for Littles!”

I nodded, grateful that I didn’t face that restriction as a Mid. I actually had two-inch lifts on to make me a little less obviously on the line. “Regrets on coming here?”

She shrugged, “There’s not a lot of options out there, are there? I didn’t want to stay with my parents… and at least it’s a bit of time to do something other than be adopted by some Big who just wants me to suck her tits...” Beth said the last part in a whisper, obviously not wanting to upset any Bigs who might be listening in.

I nodded at that as we took our places in line. We both had our cards read by the lady at the door and began walking to the different sections together with our trays. “How was your Chemistry class yesterday?” I asked her. “I think we have the same professor, right?”

She laughed, “Yes, he’s great! But don’t show up without knowing your stuff… I couldn’t believe he called on people by name at random! One Big was completely humiliated yesterday when they didn’t know the answer. Then he turned and asked that really tiny Little the question, and she knew the answer immediately!”

“Tiny little?”

“Some sort of special case; I don’t really know much about her. She lives off-campus with her adoptive parents? Or she’s some sort of exchange student? It didn’t make sense to me, but somehow she’s gotten out of living in the dorms.”

“Sounds like a smart plan,” I said.

“Sort of, she’s in diapers full-time, and I’ve heard rumors she may suck on pacifiers a lot and even… breastfeeds too.”

I grimaced. It wasn’t known why, but it seemed that every Little stuck breastfeeding their kidnapper’s breasts would lose all of their continence. As a Little, I had always been told to avoid strange milk in cups or bottles at all costs! I looked over at Beth and said, “That’s bad… Has anyone explained it to her?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know; I’m curious to see if her Mommy lets her stay in school all the way.”

I had just put some fries on my plate and was just about to ask if she wanted some, too, when I noticed a panicked expression on her face.

She just gasped, “No…” as her body made a quick dip, and she left her tray and took off running out of the dining hall!

That look and the smell that had accompanied it… Even without looking at Beth’s fleeing form, I would have known what it probably meant. I sat my tray down on a table and tried to follow her trail.

Unfortunately, as soon as I reached the hallway, I could see a trail of dribbling wet brown stuff…

The trail led to the women’s bathroom, where I thought about standing and waiting for her or offering something… other clothes…? But I could suddenly hear her screaming, “No!!!!! It’s not my fault!!!! Someone…”

A smack followed. Then another one, another… and then a ton of crying and wailing. I was too much of a coward to charge in to try and save her. Not that it would do her or me any good. It seemed forever before a Big girl dragged her out behind her, forcing her to walk with her holding onto her wrist like a naughty child. “Well, young lady! Looks like we need to address your lack of padding! If you’d at least been wearing protection, you wouldn’t be going to see the dean, but now you’re in for an extra spanking and demerits!”

She dragged her so fast there was nothing I could do for her… Just when I thought she would leave without looking at me, she turned and saw me while the girl pushed the door open.

Her expression, tears, and eyes broke my heart.

‘Poor Beth…’ I thought as I turned, returned to where I had left my tray, and tried to eat something even though my appetite had left me.

Her friend Meg showed up right then, “Can I join you?”

“Sure,” I told her.

“Where’s Beth?” She asked.

I fought to keep a calm face, “She umm… she had an accident,” I told her.

“No…” she gasped and gave me a sad look. “Where?”

“Here, not long ago?”

I noticed she was crinkling a bit as she moved. “Did she wear the training panties they suggested we keep on today?”

I shook my head, “She’s always been stubborn… something happened?”

“An outbreak of something,” she said before whispering, “I’m pretty sure our Nest Mother slipped something into everyone’s drinks last night… or is using some sort of hypnosis or something.”

I nodded, “It would take that… she hasn’t had an accident since middle school, and that was foul play too.”

“I hope she doesn’t get in too much trouble…” she told me.

I nodded in agreement.
 

THAT AFTERNOON I worried about Beth, especially when I didn’t hear anything back from her when I texted and emailed her. The next day I had hoped after my calculus class, I would see her in the Biology class we shared.

I felt my stomach sink when I didn’t see her there.

‘That’s it then…’ I thought as I sat in class listening to the lecture. ‘They demerited her out… she’s probably…’

I did my best to focus on Biology and take notes from then on. After class, I was so intent on walking to the dining hall, feeling guilty for her, that I almost didn’t notice her standing next to the entrance with a tall, gray-haired woman. She was no longer dressed in the awful school uniform, at least…

I wanted to vomit!

She was dressed in a yellow one-piece romper that barely covered a very thick diaper. The sleeves had ruffles, and a large pink baby bottle and pacifier were embroidered on the fabric in the middle of the chest. They matched the pink pacifier hanging from a strap clipped to the romper.

“Cameron!” she said to me nervously.

I walked up to her after taking stock of the woman who gave off vibes of being less trustworthy than a snake.

“And you are, young man?” The woman asked me.

“I’m Cameron Sylvester… I’ve been friends with Beth for a long time.”

“This is the boy you begged to talk to first?”

“Yes, Mrs. B,” she said to her.

She glared at me, “You two can have three minutes to talk. I’ll give you some privacy.”

After we watched the woman walk about fifteen feet away, still staring at us, Beth locked me in a tight hug, “Oh, Cameron!” She was in tears, “I didn’t want to… I couldn’t…”

“What happened, Beth?” I asked calmly.

“Yesterday, I ended up with nine demerits for pooping my panties in the dining hall… I don’t know what happened to me… I couldn’t hold it at all!”

She sniffled, and I felt my heart breaking for her. “I’m sure someone...”

“Probably… but no one cares about that, Cameron! After that - well, I only had one left…” She sniffled again, “I thought about it all night long, and this morning I decided I was better off giving Student Services a chance.” She said softly. “After I texted my parents to tell them goodbye, I went there before my first class.”

“You…”

“I gave up…” she told me. “I didn’t want… I don’t want… but what choice? At least this way, I’m supposed to be able to choose my… ma… ma… mommy?”

She broke down in tears again, and I embraced her in the tightest hug I’d ever given my best friend. I tightly locked my arms around her to show her I never wanted to let go.

‘There’s got to be something she can do…?’ I thought to myself, but I knew the laws were clear even then. She had effectively ended her rights as an adult that morning now that she had put herself up for adoption. I just hoped they weren’t lying when they said it was a better process when you gave yourself up.

I held her for a long moment before the woman came and said, “Time’s up; we need to get going!”

She squeezed me one last time, “I love you, Cameron.”

It was whispered so only I could hear it, but the woman grabbed her into her arms and carried her away so quickly that I didn’t have a chance to reply.

Her long legs whisked her away from me.

It wasn’t fair!!! It was only two damn inches!!!
 
 

Chapter 3: Chemistry
 

TWO DAYS LATER, I was still distracted by Beth’s abrupt demotion from college. I had been able to study and do my homework, but I couldn’t help but worry about Beth every other moment of the day. Her parents had called me that night and asked if I had seen her… My response was as clear as I could make it. I had to force my composure since my roommate was in the room. Fortunately, he left soon, so after I finished talking to them, I could hide my face for a couple of hours as I cried over her loss.

Having no other choice, I forced myself to focus on my new schoolwork as much as possible. I had no desire to end up in the same situation Beth had found herself in. Just a few months earlier, I could have easily been in that boat! I was still distracted as I viewed the tall giant girl again entering the lab we had been assigned to. To my ultimate luck, I’d been paired with her on Wednesday at a lab station! Of course, I’d been too tongue-tied on the day we had been tested on lab safety to talk to her. Especially after I realized there were no accommodations for height available in the lab! I ended up using the stool Bigs sat on to stand on to reach things on the countertop.

I blushed as she looked at me then and couldn’t find the words to speak. I just smiled with what I hoped was a friendly smile and turned back to the instructions for the lab.

Today though, we were doing a titration assignment, and I was in the zone! I loved working with procedures, following the detailed steps, being precise with measurements and masses, and heat… well, I was a nerd and proud of it! Experiments like this always made me feel like a mad scientist preparing to take over the world or something… I was at a point of having to just sit and wait for the process to go when I saw her struggling next to me.

I debated but decided, ‘What the hell?’

“I’m Cameron,” I said, holding out my hand to her.

She looked at me skeptically, “Addison,” she said tersely.

I watched as she turned back to the experiment and sighed with exasperation.

“Would you like some help?” I asked her politely.

She looked down at me again, confused, “Why would I want your help?”

I shrugged, “I can tell you’re struggling, and I understand this stuff pretty well?”

Right then, one of the T.A.s came by, “Cameron, right?” he asked.

“Yes?”

“Nice work here! Make sure you record everything! Just glancing at things, it looks like you may have had the most success out of your group here.”

“Thanks,” I told him as he walked over to Addison.

“Oh, dear… You probably should start over here… Addison?”

I felt like she was about to slap him like the other guy, but she sighed, “I guess you’re probably right.”

I watched her clean up her work to start again off and on as I confirmed and documented my results. I was just about to clean up my station when I saw her staring at me. “Sure, you don’t want my help?”

She sighed, “I should say no… what will my friends think of me letting a Little tutor me?”

“Well… tell them I’m not a Little?”

She laughed, “Barely?”

I shrugged, “Trust me, that inch counted more than you can know!”

“I bet it did,” she said as we looked at the two Littles in our group getting their training pants checked.

“Well, little girl looks like you’re clean still, but you may want to think about some diapees with as much as you like to go pee-pee in your training panties! You’re almost leaking!” I saw the tall girl TA we had pat her and say, “Off you go!”

I saw the boy, who was my age and only about six inches shorter than me, try and follow her.

“Not so fast, little man,” she told him, pulling back the ridiculous elastic pants the boys had to wear. The waistband of a pull-up was pulled back too, and she clucked, “This is what I was smelling… Guess we need to get you to Dean Sanders. Poopy pants in class are worth eight demerits, but in a lab, it’s worth all ten.”

I watched the poor guy scream and struggle for a few minutes before she pulled his pants down and spanked him over the Pull-Up. She eventually pulled him out by the arm to walk across campus in only the shit-filled Pull-Up, his pants lost during the spanking.

“Poor guy,” I found myself saying – surprised when Addison’s voice was in stereo with me.

I looked up at her in surprise, “What, you think that all of us are heartless? He probably does need to be in diapers, but that lab rule seems extreme to me…?”

“Yeah,” I told her. “So, are you ready to start again?”

“What about you?”

“I’m already done, and we have another hour and a half until history?”

“You know history is my next class?”

“Yeah… I noticed you the other day,” I was honest with her.

“Noticed me?” She frowned a bit, and I wondered if I had screwed up.

“Well, you were the most beautiful girl in the room.” I smiled, “And definitely the scariest when you gave the one jerk what was coming to him.”

She smiled, “I couldn’t believe that? You probably couldn’t see he put his damn hand on my butt and copped a feel!”

“Jerk,” I agreed. “Come on, let’s get this going. First of all, Tare out the scale.”

I helped her redo the experiment, catching her a couple times when she was about to say something was ‘good enough’ or adding things in an improper order. When we finished, she had a result that wasn’t quite as good as mine, but pretty close!

“Thanks, Cameron,” she told me as I jumped off the stool and gathered my bag.

“You’re welcome,” I told her with a smile.

We walked out together, and it was obvious our sizes were dramatically different. That didn’t come up in our conversation, though, however, until we arrived at our history class. “Sit with me?” She asked.

“Sure,” I shrugged and internally wondered if I was playing with fire. I could hear Beth saying, ‘What are you thinking, Cameron? Are you a complete idiot!?!?’ My dad would probably say, ‘Go for it, son!’ while ogling her inappropriately.

He’d married up himself, being a couple feet shorter than my mother. I forced emotion back as I almost thought about what she would say, but I’d barely been out of diapers when she died. Thoughts of Beth didn’t help with my mood much either, unfortunately.

I watched Addison duck her head as we came into the hall again. She looked at me a bit bemused with the cushion I put on top of the chair to give me a little more height. “Are you sure you’re not a Little?”

I shook my head, “Very sure; trust me when I say there was nothing more exciting than getting the nurse to mark my height down as seventy-three inches last spring!”

“You weren’t kidding about only an inch, were you?”

I shook my head. “So… I noticed you had to duck your head to get in. If you don’t mind me asking, just how tall are you?”

I watched her look a bit shocked that I would even ask. It was kind of like asking a lady how old she was… you generally didn’t ask if you were a short person, just how tall a tall person was… It just wasn’t done really in ‘polite’ society. Just before I thought she would be offended, she answered, “Not quite thirteen feet. Twelve-foot-eight-inches… You would think this place would at least have thirteen-foot doorways like are required in code, but I guess this building was grandfathered in.”

“Wow, that’s really tall,” I said. I meant it… The average size of a Big was usually ten to eleven feet. Getting to twelve feet was pretty tall, but nearly thirteen feet tall… “You’re over twice my height,” I noted.

“Thus, why you might as well be a Little compared to me,” she smirked at me.

“Can’t help my height,” I told her.

“Neither can I,” she agreed with a laugh. “How tall are your parents?”

“My dad is about eight feet tall,” I told her.

“Your mom?”

I sighed, “She was ten-feet tall…”

“Was?” she asked gently.

It was an old story, but it still made me sad at times. “She died when I was four, giving birth to my baby sister…”

“She didn’t?”

“Neither of them did, sadly. It was really hard for my dad and me,” I told her. I sighed and shrugged, “Life sucks sometimes; you just have to keep pushing on, though.”

She nodded. When the professor began the class, I was about to ask her questions about her parents. Afterward, Addison asked me, “What’s your number? In case I have any more chem questions?” She added the last part nervously.

I bit my tongue for a moment, wondering if it was a good idea to give it to her. I wasn’t that far away from being like the littles in the room… and I knew that one betweener had already been demoted to Wenig… “Sure, it’s,” I gave it to her, and she gave me her own. Once we exchanged numbers, she parted ways from me, and I ran into Taylor Esther, one of my friends in my dorm.

“Cameron, how the hell did you get her to talk to you?!?”

I smirked at my friend, “It’s just chemistry,” I told him.

He laughed when I explained.

We were on the elevator upstairs to our floor when I finished the tale, “Dude, you know she’s like the richest girl at this school, right?”

I looked at him, “Really?”

“Really! Her mom is like this really big-time CEO!”

“Huh…” I said, “I didn’t know anything besides she’s beautiful?”

“What are you thinking, though?” He asked me, with my eyes glancing up at his taller form. He was a pretty average ten-foot-tall guy with no danger in being a Mid, but he was still four feet taller than me.

“Huh?”

“She’s tall enough. She might just mistake you for a Little! You don’t want to be one of those Littles in a shitty diaper the rest of your life, right?”

I shrugged, “The downside being I would get to stare at her breasts the rest of my life?”

He laughed, “Dude, you might have a point there!”

Even as we both laughed about it, I couldn’t help but feel nervous that such a thing could, in fact, happen.

Adoptions of ‘Mids,’ as we were more frequently called in the legal world, were far rarer than Littles, but it did happen. Usually, it would occur due to a Mid committing a crime and getting sentenced to being ‘re-raised.’ Because Mids ranged up to eight-and-a-half feet technically in the legal definition, depending on your parents, you could be the same size as an average eleven- to twelve-year-old Big and still be put back in diapers! Being only an inch above six feet meant that I was closer to being an average four-year-old Big. Something that bullies in high school had, of course, rubbed in my face countless times!

The worst was graduation day when we took our traditional walk through the elementary and junior high schools to show off our gowns. The goal was letting kids see ‘they could graduate one day too!’ Of course, the Littles had to be in the same padding and uniforms as they wore at graduation, so I felt bad for Beth that day. I was taller than most of the preschoolers we passed, but quite a few kindergartners and nearly all of the first graders were taller than me. Unfortunately, our district had recently segregated Littles in the lower grades for extra care to another campus, so we never saw the Littles that were under third grade that day.

I nearly forgot to go to dinner that night because I was so deep in thought about everything as I unpacked my lab journal to start my required report. I heard a few voices talking about food outside, though, and decided to get a bite before returning for homework. Downstairs I ran into my new friend Grant from down the hall.

“Heading to the dining hall?” He asked, looking down at me.

“Yeah… almost forgot to go tonight!”

“Too busy playing video games?”

I shook my head, “Thinking about a girl,” I told him honestly.

“That short one you’ve eaten with a few times?” He asked me.

I shook my head, “No, though I am worried about her. She… she ended up going to student services the other day.”

“Shit man, I’m sorry… That sucks…”

“Yeah, it does. Two inches, man, that’s all she needed to be in a regular dorm with us!”

“I’m glad I’ve got a bit more distance over the line than you do, but even still, I’ve dealt with people who insist on me still sitting in a damn booster seat like a little kid.”

I laughed to avoid crying about Beth again, “Try the rear-facing car seats….”

“Seriously?”

“I’ve been with Bigs before that insisted on it. I swear my grandmother didn’t even care that my dad said a booster was fine; she forced us to wait while she dug up a car seat from her car and strapped me in last Christmas… My legs got cramped, but I’ve seen the damn box labels – I am still barely within the weight limits. Hell, you are still in the weight limit for a forward-facing toddler seat if someone cared to force it.”

We both sullenly walked for a few minutes before he asked, “So if it’s not just your friend you were thinking about, who was it?” He paused, “Not the tall goddess you were sitting next to in history…?”

I blushed, “Yeah, actually…?”

“I have two thoughts: what is wrong with you? And, how in the hell did you pull that off?!?”

“I just talked to her. Why does everyone seem to be scared of her? Taylor seemed intimidated too?”

He shrugged, “I know many Littles talk about the features of the ‘Little Foods’ on the market. I know her parents’ company is in charge of testing those foods out, but not much more. I know there have been rumors about how they test some of it on littles, though.”

“Any proof in court or anything?”

“Not that I know of.”

“So, it could just be rumors?”

“Could be, but you know, you cover up bad publicity in business. When you hear stories like that becoming more common, it’s hard to doubt at least some of it is true.”

We walked into the cafeteria towards the end of the main dining time, and I saw no sign of Beth but assumed she was probably past curfew if she’d still been there.

A few other of our new friends joined us for a late dinner and hang-out session before heading back to our dorms to study. I was just finishing my titration report when my phone dinged.

I felt my heart leap and my stomach plummet as I saw it was from Addison.

‘Cameron, I just want to thank you again so much for your help earlier!’ she added a heart emoji too.

‘Happy to help,’ I replied to her. ‘Did you get the report done, okay?’

I wondered if this was a good idea to keep talking to her, but I hadn’t gotten ‘desperate mommy’ vibes from her.

‘Honestly, it’s not due until Monday. I haven’t even started it yet.’

I laughed, ‘I see you’re a procrastinator.’ I texted her a winking face with that.

She sent back a laughing and crying emoji, ‘You already know me!’

I texted back and forth with her for another hour. During that time, I learned she had chosen the Monday, Wednesday, and Friday Chem Class, which was the same course, just taught over more days. In high school, I’d been good with chemistry and went with the one-less-day class. Eventually, that night, she sent, ‘Honestly, I’m already having trouble in my regular Chem class too; any chance you would be willing to meet and study somewhere?’

I thought briefly and responded, ‘Sure, the library or the dining hall?’

‘How about lunch together, and we’ll study in the cafeteria? Or move over to one of the lounges at our dorms?’

I refrained from squealing with a bit of excitement then. ‘Sounds great!’

While it was Friday afternoon and plenty of my friends seemed to want to do ‘fun’ things, I stayed in my room and worked on the paper due for my writing class. I just couldn’t bring myself to go out and have fun that night while thinking about Beth lying in a crib in some nursery on campus… or maybe already settled in her adopted mommy’s dream nursery.
 
 

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