In-Between Chapters 30 and 31 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.
 

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Chapter 30: Credibility
 

THE NEXT DAY I was constantly looking over my shoulder and finding a couple of teams that seemed to alternate in following me. When David and Kendra returned on Sunday, they insisted on paying for some extra security for my house and traveling around with us when we went to court each day. The teams following me did back off once we had a few brawny security guards traveling everywhere with us. Kendra had also decided it was a good idea for her not to leave me alone to go back to Crescent City, so that left David going back and forth on the weekends to check on the office. None of us were quite sure what the stalkers had planned, but it didn’t seem like it would be good no matter what!

We made it through the pre-trial motions, chose a reasonably decent panel of jurors who weren’t all Little babying maniacs, and were on our second day of testimony of the third week I’d been back. On the first day, we called a few ‘caregivers’ and ‘parents’ as witnesses to testify about their perspective of what had happened.

“Your Honor, we would like to call Doctor Katrina Welsh as our next witness,” I said firmly.

Katrina was a chemist who had studied the contents of each of the items we had remaining in evidence, not only from Beth and her mom but thirty others as well. I watched as she was sworn in and stepped up to the plate for the first time in this trial since Kendra had taken yesterday’s witnesses.

“Doctor Welsh, would you please tell us your qualifications?” I began.

“Certainly, I have a Ph.D. in Biochemistry, with an emphasis on proteins and neurotransporters.”

“In lay terms, you study the chemistry of how our bodies make decisions and communicate between the brain and the body parts?”

She nodded, “That’s a good way to break it down.”

“You have in the past studied a specific Casein Protein involved in a specific process, correct?”

“Yes, I was the lead researcher in a study we titled ‘Pathway to Control’ that looked at a phenomenon known to most Bigs and how our breastmilk affects Littles. Several studies have linked adopted mothers nursing their Littles as causing a severe reduction in signals to a Little’s bladder or bowels to let them know they need to go. Long-term breastmilk feeding to Littles seemed to completely eradicate any ability to voluntarily control those functions on their own. Our study identified the specific protein that we dubbed Casein Protein E3. Further studies show that it essentially gums up the Pontine Micturition Center of the brain, along with the spinal cord and nerve receptors of the bladder and anal sphincter.”

“So, in this study, you effectively proved what everyone had always known was probably true about breastmilk?”

“Objection, Your Honor, Speculation!” The defense counsel roared.

The judge looked down at me and said, “Sustained.”

“Your Honor?” I asked.

“Asking her what has always been known is out of order. Continue on with your questions…”

I kept my cool and said, “Now that we know about your focus, you had a chance to examine samples of the body lotions in exhibits thirteen through forty-three, correct?”

“Yes, sir,” she said with a smile.

“And what did you find?”

“A true chemical hodgepodge… Standard ingredients are based on a petroleum base, Sodium, Citrus, and some elements for a scent that are normal in such products. What wasn’t normal though was a high concentration of the Casein Protein E3, as well as E8, J4, and a neurotoxin that is commonly found in stingrays.”

“A neurotoxin?” I asked.

“Yes, I was quite surprised by it, actually… The fact I found it in all of the lotion samples was not something I would have expected given I was told they were from dozens of separate sources?”

“Objection, Your Honor! The witness is speculating!”

“Your Honor, the witness is an expert in biochemistry; she is using her expert knowledge and opinions to render a valid series of scientific observations.”

“Sustained,” the judge said coolly. “Stick with the chemistry.”

I was more annoyed then but moved on, “This neurotoxin you identified, what effect would it have upon entering someone’s bloodstream?”

“Well, it was a true cocktail of sorts within these samples. The neurotoxin, in particular, would most likely attack the person’s nervous system, at the very least causing them to have severe coordination and motor control issues. In too high of a dose, there is always the potential for a heart attack.”

“So, a person would probably not be able to walk very well?”

“Or talk… or potentially even breathe,” she added.

“What would the other items affect?”

“Well, with a dose in enough quantity, I would expect the neuro-receptors to be gummed up by the E3 protein. It would be the equivalent damage as three years of nursing…”

“Objection, your honor, again, this is pure speculation. Not to mention breastfeeding has shown no negatives in study after study!”

“Sustained!” the judge looked at me.

“On what grounds? This isn’t speculation; this is hard science being presented by a specialist in the field!” I argued.

“My courtroom Mr. Sylvester, move on!”

“Doctor Welsh, if you had to predict the effects based on your knowledge of chemistry, what happened to the individuals who applied this lotion to their bodies?”

“I believe it likely they would collapse within a relatively short time, be unable to control their bodies, and likely suffer significant permanent motor function losses from the neurotoxin. It is also quite likely that two of the proteins would bind to centers in the brain for motor control, and another would be binding to the emotional area of the cortex. Based on studies with lab animals, I believe it would also likely do significant damage to other portions of the brain, such as the hippocampus, that controls memory. Those animal subjects were later autopsied and found to have literal holes in the tissue of their brains where healthy synapses should form.”

“In lay terms, this would essentially create a vegetable?”

“Your Honor, Objection, the counsel is attempting to prejudice the jury against our clients!”

“Sustained,” the judge looked at me, “Mr. Sylvester, are you quite through here? If you’re not, I want to warn you that I’m about to strike all of her testimony if you continue to push the bar.”

I debated for a moment about pushing it, but glancing at our table saw David and Kendra waving me off. “No more questions, Your Honor,” I told her.

I watched the defense begin to cross-examine Doctor Welsh. We raised our objections several times, but we were overruled on all but one of them. “Court is in recess for ninety minutes for lunch!” The judge said.

I groaned as we gathered our things and walked to a nearby deli. “What the hell is her problem?” I asked the two quietly as we sat at a table away from anyone else.

Kendra shook her head, “I’m not sure, but there’s clearly something more at play here. Cameron, you need to be careful with this judge; I don’t trust her…”

“I agree,” David said. “You sure you want to take the afternoon? She’s way more combative with you than she was with Kendra?”

“I want to at least get through Doctor Nickerson. She’s a Big with a massive reputation that I’m surprised we got to help us out here.”

“You shouldn’t be surprised,” Kendra said. “And you have the wrong Doctor Nickerson.”

“Huh?”

“You’re thinking of Doctor Ivy Nickerson, the CEO of the hospitals in town here. Doctor Holly Nickerson is the one who did the examination. She’s actually a Little herself.” Kendra smiled.

“Huh?”

“Apparently, she got into a scuffle with terrorists a few years back? She’s from the other dimension?” David filled in.

“She’s adopted?”

David nodded, “Yep, but some loopholes let her run the pediatric ward at University Hospitals General Campus.”

“She was quite the steal to have examined them. Flying her out to check out the patients in New Haven helps out with credibility locally.” Kendra stated.

“Won’t they just dismiss her for being a Little?” I asked, confused.

“I doubt it in this town… or state. She’s made quite the name for herself since they let her start practicing medicine here.”

“Huh,” I said, “I think I maybe remember some of that news… If it’s the attack I’m remembering, it was completely crazy!”

My steak and cheese sandwich was pretty tasty, and I was feeling nice and full going back to the courthouse. A quick trip to the restroom was made before we began the afternoon arguments. Kendra saw that Doctor Holly Nickerson was set to go while David and I made sure we were organized at our table. Just before we heard ‘All-rise’ that afternoon, I noticed a tall figure had joined the bench behind the wall of the defense team.

Her beautiful red hair was as lovely as ever, and the grey scoop-necked dress was both classy and flattering to her form. We made eye contact for one second, and then my attention returned to the judge who was just being announced.

“Please call your next witness,” she told us.

“We would like to call Doctor Holly Nickerson,” I said aloud. ‘I sure hope that David prepped her…’ I couldn’t help but think. ‘I should have been involved with her being a Little!’

The short woman walked confidently to the witness stand, where a booster seat was provided. There were titters in the gallery and the jury box, so Judge Taney used her gavel and called, “Order!”

Doctor Nickerson wore a pantsuit with her white doctor’s coat over the top. Once she was sworn in, I began with the typical questions, “Doctor Nickerson, to begin, would you please state your qualifications for the court?”

“Certainly!” she said with a smile. “I received my MD from Yale University, a university back in my home dimension. I completed an extended residency afterward and focused on general and pediatric procedures. Since arriving in this dimension, I have become the head of the Pediatric department at the University Hospitals General campus. I now specialize in nanite procedures and trauma care for Pediatrics for Children and Littles who come to the hospital.”

“Objection, Your Honor! There is no way this Little is qualified to testify here!”

To my surprise, the gavel came down, and she said, “Overruled; Doctor Nickerson here is a very competent doctor; I know this for a fact as she performed surgery on one of my own Littles last year, saving her life. She’s actually known as the best pediatric surgeon in the region if not one of the best in the country. I doubt they could have found a more respected doctor or expert witness.” She said confidently.

Holly Nickerson looked just as surprised by the defense but smiled and said, “Thank you, Your Honor.”

“Continue on, Mr. Sylvester,” she told me.

“You had a chance to examine thirteen patients mentioned in this suit so far?”

She nodded, “I did. I was able to perform comprehensive physical examinations and scans, and a colleague of mine performed neuro examinations.”

“What were your findings?”

“Overall?”

I nodded.

“All of the patients had significant motor deficiencies upon my initial examination. It became apparent that something had been done to them. All thirteen that I examined seemed unable to follow conversations, answer questions verbally, or do more than struggle to crawl. Four of the patients could not even turn themselves over from their back to their stomach or their stomach to their back. If I was to put an age on their behavior, I would put them at about the one to two-month level for motor skills.”

Videos of the victims were being shown by David remotely on a screen during her explanation.

“Did they react to any stimuli?”

She shrugged, “Not a lot. Three patients would follow a parent with their eyes as they moved about the room, but most didn’t even do that. A light pinch did induce crying, so the pain receptors are functioning. I also observed crying for attention to the state of their diapers, and they all cried if they were hungry.”

“This isn’t a natural occurrence?” I asked.

She shrugged, “Not normally. Maybe if there had been a severe head trauma incident, a stroke, or a long loss of oxygen, there could be some of these symptoms, but not all of them.”

“What else did you find?”

“Well, using some of our scanning technology,” a screen pulled up, and a brain scan was shown. ‘Victim A’ was labeled, and I knew it was Beth’s scan, even without the smaller name listed. “We looked at scans of their brains and discovered some significant buildup of proteins on these centers of their brains. In this patient’s case, it almost appears to be a hard casing that’s formed, blocking the brain from receiving signals.”

“Objection, Your Honor!” The defense suddenly said. “The Doctor is not a neurosurgeon!”

Curious, I looked at the judge as she seemed to wrestle with a decision. “Sustained!”

“Your Honor?” I questioned. “You’ve already stated this witness is qualified?”

“Not in neurosurgery; you must call another witness for that.”

“Your Honor, move to strike the witness comment about blocking the brain from receiving signals?”

“Your Honor, that’s a hard fact that she’s seeing on a scan that she is qualified to note!” I argued.

“Sustained,” she said, looking apologetic at Holly for some reason. “Move on, Mr. Sylvester!”

I debated arguing more but returned and got her observations on the damages that were visible outside of the brain… ‘This is bullshit!’ I couldn’t help but think.

Eventually, I ended my questioning, stepped back, and watched the defense go to work. The opposing counsel asked question after question and seemed flustered that Doctor Nickerson ably defended her observations. I guessed they were about done with their cross when I heard a fart.

“Excuse me,” Doctor Nickerson said with a blush.

“Your Honor, would you please have the Bailiff check her diaper?” their counsel said.

“What?” I found myself in stereo with my table and the judge.

“I believe the Little Doctor just pooped herself?”

“Umm… Please do so…” The judge said to the bailiff.

I watched as her coat was pulled out of the way and the suit pants pulled back. By the face, the bailiff made, I knew the answer, “She is poopy,” he said.

“Any more questions?” The judge asked the counsel.

“Just a motion that her testimony be stricken from the record, Your Honor. Surely anyone who cannot maturely control their poopy pants has no credibility in this courtroom.”

“I don’t think…” Doctor Nickerson tried to defend herself.

“Your Honor, Doctor Nickerson has a medical condition; she’s allowed to ably practice medicine despite this. Surely if she can perform life-saving surgeries, her control shouldn’t mean her testimony should be thrown out?” I argued.

I turned and noticed that Aubry Harris was staring the judge down, and she was looking straight back at her.

She turned to their attorney, “Very well, you have a point. The Jury is instructed to disregard the testimony of Doctor Nickerson, which is hereby stricken from the record! Give the girl back to her mommy so she can be changed.”

“Your Honor, this is outrageous! What are the Harris’s blackmailing you with?!? I motion that you recuse yourself from this trial; it’s clear that it won’t be a fair one with you on the bench!”

The eyes staring at me told me I’d gone too far. A quick glance at Kendra and David’s faces revealed that they felt it too. In response, I stared down this judge who embodied everything unjust in this damn state!

“Mr. Sylvester, you are in contempt of court! I declare you unfit to be an adult at this time! Bailiff, seize and diaper him before he has an accident in my courtroom! Have Little Protective Services see to his future care!”
 
 

Part 3: Adopted
 
 

Chapter 31: Right to Remain Silent
 

“WAIT!!!!!” I HEARD a familiar voice shout from across the aisle just as I was gaining my senses and thinking that I should run. I turned and viewed the figure of Addison standing next to the railing. “Your Honor, I’m a witness to his Maturosis; I want to adopt him!”

“Your Honor!” Kendra said, “I object to this! There is no reason to issue this contempt charge! My colleague had a valid objection!”

“You’re out of order Ms. Stein!” She looked thoughtful for a moment. “Very well, Ms. Harris, you may adopt your new baby, Cameron Sylvester. His care is entrusted to you, but I would have a word with you about the requirements before you go with him. Approach the bench – Bailiff, collect her new charge.”

A million things seemed to go off in my head right then. The most lucid one looked at Kendra and David, “Call my Aunt Ruth,” I told them. They knew who she was and nodded. “Please try and get me out of this…”

Right then, a locking pacifier was suddenly forced into my lips, and twisted to inflate it, just before immovable arms grabbed me. I couldn’t help but think, ‘If I struggle, it could be more like Laura…’ It took everything in my being to not fight out of panic! Instead, I forced myself to go completely limp in the strong arms of the massive twelve-foot-tall court officer. I knew that struggling would result in a resisting arrest charge on top of everything else!

I didn’t even make a face at the damn gag… I knew without a doubt that there was no hope of winning the war today. I made one last look at the horrified faces of David and Kendra before hearing the Bailiff shout, “Anyone in here have a spare diaper for the baby here?”

“I have one!” I looked and saw it was Addison’s mom. Of course, ‘Grandma’ would have one…’ I thought angrily. “It might be a little small, but my daughter can get the right size at the store. You need a hand changing him?”

I looked up at the man and watched his smile grow, seeing that he wouldn’t have to deal with the ‘baby.’ “That would be mighty helpful, Ma’am; I know this baby boy knows he’s in for more punishment if he acts up?” He gave me a menacing look in the eyes at that statement.

I nodded once, feeling my body begin to shake.

The SafeFoods lawyer cleared the table in front of them. I watched as a blue disposable changing pad was placed on top of it to make a makeshift changing table. She took me from him and laid me down, pulling my pants and boxers off; but curiously leaving my shirt, coat, and tie alone.

I blushed, knowing the forty or so people in the courtroom, including the twelve jurors, were all watching this horror show. My naked body was fully exposed in a way not done since I was a young teen. Even then, the nurse had changed us more discreetly!

She used one hand to grab my ankles and said, “Let’s lift up that cute wittle bum bum baby boy! My baby grandchild better get used to this!” She smiled and cooed at me. I couldn’t help but know I was looking into the eyes of a psychotic crazy woman. My butt hanging in the air, she took a baby wipe and wiped between my crack.

I took a deep breath as she dug deep into the crack of my butt and pulled away a tiny brown amount on the wipe. “Hmm… A little poopy here?” She smirked as she intentionally showed the courtroom what she had dug out.

I felt utterly violated, but I just lay there and watched her annoyance as she didn’t get the reaction she wanted from me. She flipped open a diaper and placed it underneath me after saying, “I just love a baby in a fresh diaper!” As she began to tape it shut, I could tell immediately that it would be too small for me. She used all of her strength to pull the back of the diaper forward and barely got the tapes to stick to the very edges of the tabs of the front cover on both sides. I felt like I was getting cut in half as I was sat upright. I worried that the garment might also just pop open at any time.

“Thanks, Mom,” I heard as I was suddenly picked up by Addison, who had now joined us.

She placed one of her large hands under my diaper and said, “Well, baby boy, now you’re all mine, thanks to that nice judge. We’d better get you to the store for a better diapee first, huh? Mommy’s got plenty of help getting everything ready back home while we do that, though!”

I looked into the eyes of the woman I had loved in absolute shock. Her eyes were narrowed in an intense, angry glare, and her face had matured since I had seen her last from afar at our commencement ceremony from Emerson. Her hair was still kept below her shoulders. It was apparent she had been to a salon recently with the perfect pearlized green nail finish she wore on her fingers. I hoped maybe she would at least take the damn pacifier out, but instead, she gathered me and said, “Mom, I’ll call you later. We’re going to go to the store… I called Mindy and Carrie to get everything set at home. I already had a room mostly ready for a baby to come along; they should have everything ready by the time we get there, though.”

‘The room ready?’ I felt my stomach plummet. ‘Addison never wanted a Little before… she’d felt it was cruel?’ I choked back a sob, ‘Was every bit of our time together a lie? Or had our nearly seven-year separation changed her that much…?’

I caught one more glance at Kendra and David and found myself blushing in shame at the diaper. “We’ll get you out of this somehow, Cameron!” Kendra said as Addison began leaving the courtroom chaos.

I’d wondered about them keeping my suit coat on. As soon as we left the courthouse, a series of ELNAP and CAMOL protestors on either side began cheering or hissing and booing at my treatment. “Is that one of the plaintiff’s attorneys?” I heard a newsman shout.

Fortunately for me, Addison carried me quickly to a far more sedate-looking SUV than I would expect her to drive. In the back sat a forward-facing car seat and a purple booster seat. She wasted no time buckling me into the car seat but didn’t say a word as she did so.

I still had the damn pacifier jammed inside my mouth as she pulled out from the parking lot, driving as recklessly as ever. Fortunately, it wasn’t meant for a Mid, so it was impossible to spit out for me rather than causing the pain I knew they did in a Little’s mouth. That wasn’t much consolation, though, as I was stuck in the first damn diaper I’d worn since I was a teenager! Worse yet, while I knew I could hold out another hour or so, I could feel the urge to pee beginning to make itself known. A look at the dashboard clock revealed that it was already nearly two hours after we had walked into the courtroom, and I’d last gone shortly before we started. At a stoplight, I noticed Addison looking at me in the mirror… I saw a look of absolute hate there and wondered just what mess I had found myself in.

‘We were in love…’ I thought to myself. ‘I’m sure that she loved me too!’

I thought back to the breakup and that she had put it squarely on what her family demanded. I wasn’t even the one who broke up with her! I should be the angry one here!!! All of the years we dated, she had made it crystal clear that she hated the mistreatment of Littles… Had that changed that much since we last were together? The car accelerated again like a race car with the green light, and I wondered what Kendra and David were doing right then. ‘Hopefully, one of them calls Ruth!’

I knew the laws would make getting my freedom incredibly tough now!

A judge had the absolute right to declare someone in contempt of court. Most of the time, you’d end up with a small fine, maybe a night in jail, or as a lawyer, possibly disbarment would be pushed. In my case, because I was under eight-and-a-half feet tall, she had that other option of deciding I was small enough to be declared a victim of that damn fake mental illness ‘Maturosis’ that every Big seemed to love justifying forced babyhood. Theoretically, everything she had just done was legal and within her rights, though… and all without a trial!

The only feasible way to get me out of this would be for a higher court to rule that she had violated some sort of procedure in my sudden maturity demotion. Or, they would have to prove my objection about her being bribed was correct. She’d seemed genuinely torn on Doctor Nickerson as a witness and had shut things down at first. The fact that Doctor Nickerson pooped her pants didn’t, quite frankly, surprise me. She was obviously wearing a diaper for a reason. She didn’t even bat that much of an eye about her poopy diaper. The fact that it was an objection also didn’t surprise me… That she struck the entire testimony without hesitancy seemed weird and inconsistent after she had stuck up for her!

I was still processing everything and missed the car coming to a stop. Addison put the car into park and unbuckled her seatbelt. At the click of her release button, I looked out the window and saw we were at a grocery store I had just visited the other day…

She came around and opened my door. I saw she had a purse… and another pacifier in her hand.

“If I pull out this locking pacifier, will you be good and suck on this one?”

I strongly debated my reply here, but any escape attempt I might consider must be without that in my mouth. I nodded.

To my relief, she turned the pacifier knob off, pulled it out, and stuck the new one into my mouth. I debated spitting it out, but I could also see she was watching and waiting to see if I was going to. The other one sat in her hand for a second before she put it inside her purse.

“I know this isn’t what you want, Cam, but we’ll have to get you some diapers that actually fit you. That’s all we’re going in here for, actually.” She paused as she unbuckled the harness, “I promise it’ll be a quick trip.”

Something in her eyes looked vaguely like the old Addy, and I wondered what she was really thinking. As she picked me up, she held me in her arms away from her and looked me in the eyes, “Don’t even think about trying to escape. You would be caught between the judge’s order and my mom within an hour.”

I sighed but refused to respond to her.

She brought me to her side, carrying me on her hip like a toddler. Compared to most average-sized Bigs, I would have at least seemed like a preschooler. I knew that to them, I would have been considerably heavy to haul around for a long time, but with her enormous height, I just seemed like a two or three-year-old by comparison.

She walked up to the front of the store and pulled a cart out of the row of carts, pushing the baby seat open. I couldn’t help but turn red as she placed me inside and buckled me in. I noticed she skipped the Little’s basket, as did a greeter at the door. “Ma’am, we have those Little’s versions if you want? It looks like you have a new addition. The Littles ones will keep them from getting away?”

I noticed the extra straps on the carts and that they seemed heavier-duty.

“I don’t think that’s necessary. We’re just making a quick trip in and out,” my captor told the worker. “Thank you, though, for looking out for me as a new mommy.”

‘Mommy…?’ I felt my stomach twist.

As she pushed the cart forward, she didn’t say anything, but I attracted plenty of stares from people. We were entering the diaper aisle when the first brave soul approached. “Oh, did you get yourself a big baby boy who had an accident? Did he make a pee pee or poo poo all over his pants?”

Addison shook her head, “No, this little brat decided to go against a judge and my mom… Saving him from an orphanage since I used to hang out with him in college.”

‘Hang out with me?’ I thought morosely.

“Not so big now?”

“Nope, never really was, though. Excuse me, please, we’re just here to grab a few things and get out of here so I can get my new bundle of joy home to get used to his new status as my baby boy.”

“Of course,” the woman said, seemingly taken aback at being rapidly shot down for additional commission. I looked up at Addison then and noticed she had a total glare on her face. I’d seen that look on her mother’s face before, but never on hers. I found myself nervously biting and sucking on the stupid pacifier as I grimaced at seeing the diapers around me.

She stopped before a stack of boxes that touted their ‘Little Proof Tabs’ and twenty-four-hour protection. An adult, Little, graced the front of the package with a smiling expression that looked drugged or regressed. I felt my stomach twist as she looked through sizes but pushed on. ‘What’s she looking for?’ I thought.

I was shocked when she stopped again, this time in front of regular baby diapers. She grabbed a large box of ‘Size 7’s’ that started just under my weight and went up another thirty pounds before hitting the ‘Size 8’s’ range. She placed them in the cart, “These should fit your cute little butt better at least…”

I didn’t comment back to her on that.

She grabbed a large box of baby wipes and headed down the aisle. To my shock, she stopped again at the training pants. She reached down quickly and threw in a box I swore was purple and pink behind the other one where I couldn’t see it. ‘Did she adopt?’ I wondered. I knew she found out she couldn’t get pregnant…

Addison was as good as her word as she immediately pushed me toward the checkouts. I found myself looking at her chest way too often the way I was sitting, even with her breasts. I blushed at that, even as I feared I would soon find myself attached to them without a choice…

‘Was Holly’s pooping on the stand an accident?’ I found myself wondering. Something about that seemed well within the wheelhouse for Mrs. Harris’s company to have instigated. They could choose from many possible products even with just the stuff on the market!

‘Would use…’ I thought morosely, realizing I was now entirely in the devil’s clutches. Apparently, Addison must have worn enough of a ‘don’t mess with us’ look that no one else commented on my new ‘baby status’ other than the checker.

“Which one is for this cutie, I wonder?”

Addison laughed, “Guess,” she said with a smirk as I realized that, yes, there was a purple and pink box of training pants that were placed back into the cart after being scanned. They clearly said ‘for girls’ on them. Knowing my fate from the judge, I knew that the diapers next to them were definitely mine.

I sighed and wanted to spit out the pacifier. It was getting old sucking on it, but the last thing I wanted was to push things here. From the moment the judge had pronounced my unjust sentence, I had done my best to be seen as one-hundred-percent compliant… I knew from some past clients that this could come into play in court in the future. I was taking my own advice right then and going with the flow until a real opportunity to escape legally or illegally presented itself!

Addison finally finished paying and pushed the cart out to the car. As soon as she got there, she put the boxes down in the back of the SUV and dug out one of the diapers. I was lifted from the cart, and she laid me next to them on the cargo mat. “Might as well put you in one that will actually hold something before you finally let go here, Cameron.”

I debated arguing but stayed silent as she ripped the tapes off the old diaper. It suddenly occurred to me that I was about to show my naked body off to anyone who passed outside her car. ‘First the courtroom, now anyone on the street...’ Sadly, I knew this was the first of many more situations like this. Her windows were tinted at least, but just as she pulled the front of the old diaper open, a little girl walked by.

“Mommy, why is that man getting his diapee changed like a Little?”

“Maturosis can happen to people other than Littles, sweetie…”

“You mean he’s like Lindsey?” I heard the girl, who couldn’t have been older than five or six, badgering her mom as she walked by.

I blushed and tried not to scream or cry… or try and hit Addison. She made eye contact with me right then, and I couldn’t quite read her expression. It was clearly angry still… but hurt also described it. ‘Great, she’s holding a grudge against me?’ I wondered. ‘Damnit! I’m not the one who broke it off!!!’

It had taken me six months to even think of getting over her after she dumped me. ‘I hope she was hurt too,’ was a very ungracious thought.

The diaper was still dry, so she decided not to wipe me, obviously, or add powder or lotion. That meant it was just a matter of lifting my bottom onto the new one and taping the new tapes down. It probably took less than half a minute, I guessed.

“Let’s lose this suit coat,” she told me. “Not sure why I hadn’t already taken it off of you…” she said mostly to herself.

I noted that the diaper I was wearing didn’t have the ultra-strong tapes, and I could probably easily remove it myself if we got to a point I could do so.

“Not going to speak to me at all?” She asked.

I intentionally didn’t make any facial expression at all to that.

She sighed, “Well… I guess I deserve that.” She buckled me into the car seat and closed the door before getting on the driver’s side and pulling out. “I have a house that’s way out of town… It’s about an hour’s drive from here… I guess I feel free to take a nap if you want.”

She started the car and took off like a bat out of Hell, squealing her tires as she pulled out.