In-Between Chapters 38 and 39 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 38: Reasons
 

“SO, WHAT DOES she have on her?” Kendra pressed again.

I grimaced, “Of course, I don’t know that we can verify this, but this kind of makes sense to me. This is what Addison told me…”
 

“She’ll shrink and regress us remotely,” Addison said.

“How is that even possible?” I asked.

“Remember when the lady in the waiting room said there was a password and things could be changed elsewhere?”

I thought for a moment but nodded. “Yeah, but honestly, I was more concerned with what was about to happen to me.”

“Sorry,” she said sadly, encircling her knees with her arms and placing her chin on them as she stared at me. “The weekend before I broke up with you, Mom told me I had to come home and bring Danica too. We had just walked through the door when two of her researchers ambushed us and injected something into us. I managed to deck one of them and shouted, ‘What the Hell is going on?’”

Addison sighed, “My mom just laughed, ‘What’s going on is that if you and your sister don’t start shaping up, you’ll be shaping down.’”

“I asked her, ‘What do you mean?’”

“‘Let me show you,’ she said with this smirk I’ve always hated. Right then, a girl who was a former friend of mine from high school was dragged into view. She was about ten feet tall, screaming behind a gag they had in her mouth, and had a red face filled with tears.”

“‘What are you doing to Gina?!?’ I shouted at her.”

Mom pressed a button on a tablet she was holding and said, ‘This…’”

“I couldn’t believe it… she was screaming and shrinking before my eyes! Before I knew it, she was shorter than your friend Stacy! I could only tell her true height for a second because she fell over and couldn’t even get up after that. She began wailing in a cry that didn’t sound like an adult…” Addison wiped a tear from her eyes, “I yelled at her, ‘Change her back!’”

“‘No,’ my mom said, ‘She was trying to turn us in on some things she found working for us in the office. She’s going to get adopted by a nice couple tonight. She’ll make a nice baby… just like the two of you will…’”

“‘Mom, you can’t do this to us!’ My sister Danica had screamed back at her.”

“‘Oh, I can… I don’t want to, but I certainly will! If either of you doesn’t behave and do what I want you to, I’ll have the code sent remotely to both of you so I can have a beautiful set of baby twin sisters for their big brother Matty. Now, first thing you’re going to do, Addy, if you don’t want to be Baby Addy, is break up with that sniveling Little boy you’ve been dating!’”
 

“Holy shit!” David said. “She injected her own daughters with that shit?!?”

I nodded, “That’s what she said.”

“Is that even possible to do?” Kendra asked.

I shrugged, “She got the idea indirectly from Addison, who deciphered some hints from one of my friends. She figured out that the nanites she’d been injected with to alter her after her adoption were still active in her body. She could make further alterations to herself by linking up to them.”

“Seriously?!?” He asked.

“Yes,” I nodded.

“You’ve kept that a secret?” David asked me. “Where is that friend now?”

“Yes… not something most people should know. Let’s just say she was a good friend and is outside of any control here now. She returned home to her dimension at the end of undergrad.”

“What now? What if she does that to her?”

“I don’t know. I need you to contact Dr. Amanda Westerfield at Emerson; she’s the expert in the field and may have some ideas to help here.”

“Okay?” David said, “You sure you can trust her?”

“With my life… Which I guess I am. With Addison, we need to be careful how much you involve her so her mom doesn’t take retribution. You need to find a way to take her and SafeFoods down permanently and get rid of this nanite bomb waiting to happen.”

“Well, they’ve definitely given us a lot of leverage since they played their games. Judge Jones is pissed! She made it clear to us that if the case fails, we are to file an immediate appeal to her, and she’ll respond by putting another injunction herself. She tried to avoid being the one to do the injunction for questions.”

“Won’t she have to recuse herself?”

“If you were a blood relative, yes, but the court has gotten very lax on recusals in the past fifty years. There’s enough precedent in play that she can stay on any case – and it might actually be her duty to do so since her vote and voice are needed to avoid a tie.”

“I won’t turn down her help at this point…” I squirmed a bit as I felt the need to pee badly coming right then. “Any chance you could sneak me to a bathroom?”

Kendra sighed, “No, and the Maturosis ruling is still effectively in place, so I’m sorry… you are still in the care of your mommy, and she wants you in those cute diapers.”

“This sucks!” I complained.

“Yes, it does, but make sure you keep behaving – it definitely was a point in your favor with Judge O’Connor. If you don’t rock the boat, I think at the next hearing, we can get you free of this.”

“I sure hope you’re right… and nothing else happens before then.” I decided to stop being miserable and took a second to let out the pee into my diaper. I blushed red as I figured from Kendra and David’s expressions that they knew exactly what I was doing. It was humiliating to pee in a diaper in front of my colleagues!

A loud knock happened at the door, “Five minutes!” the bailiff shouted.

I sighed, “I hope I’m still me at the end of this. I’m scared of what Addison’s mom will still find a way to do to me.”

Kendra stood and walked over, “I’m sorry, Cameron, we’ll find a way, I promise you!”

“Look, even if this goes badly… you have to find a way to make her pay for Beth and the others. Ultimately, I don’t care about myself as long as she sees justice!”

“We’ll do everything we can,” Kendra hugged me. “And we’ll be by those four times to check on you!”

“Thanks,” I told her.

“Time!” the bailiff said.

I sighed and walked over to them, and Addison, who was waiting outside, immediately scooped me up. “You done?” She asked with some disdain towards them.

“Yes, Miss Harris. We’ll take advantage of Judge O’Connor’s times to check in on him. Please take good care of him; we want him back when the judge overrules this injustice.”

She snorted in a way that probably was about to land her in the hospital by Kendra killing her, but a shake from my head told her to let it go.

“Looks like we have a wet baby girl here,” she said aloud as she carried me down the hall. “Let’s go change your diapee, and then you can take your nap nap on the way home!”

I looked at her, confused by the theatrics, but just sat on her hip with her hand on my butt all the way to the bathroom without another word. She took me inside the women’s restroom and pulled down one wall-mounted changing table near the entrance. She hooked the diaper bag to a hook on the side, pulled out a changing mat with her free hand, and placed me on top.

“Aww… who’s a good baby girl?” She said with a smile. “I don’t know how that judge can even think of you not being a baby girl with a wet diapee like this,” she pulled my dress up to my chest and exposed the used diaper. She tickled my stomach a little, then without warning, “Aww… who’s the cutest wittle baby?”

I couldn’t help but laugh while she was tickling me and was silently trying to figure out what the hell was going on! I was annoyed when I felt my bladder twinge and release into the diaper before she finally stopped and pushed a pacifier into my mouth.

She pulled another diaper out and had it ready to go as she removed the tapes from the wet one. I felt her grab my feet in her hand as a woman came and washed her hand in the sink nearby, “Oh dear, I think you have something a little extra on your little girl there!” The woman said.

“Just for now, we’ll take care of it as soon as we get through our little custody battle that we’re having, huh?” she wiped my butt right then, and I squirmed. “Sit still, baby; we’ll be done with your changie in just a moment, huh?”

Her baby talking was getting old, and I was terrified of what had happened while I was meeting with David and Kendra.

She placed the new diaper underneath me and laid me down on it. The woman came up closer then and said, “Your mom expects you to be nursing her tonight where she can see you. If you don’t, you will be the one nursing…” She paused for effect there, then added, “You need to report to work tomorrow too.” The woman reached past her and touched my nose, “Be a good baby girl! That’s all you’ll ever be now!”

I looked at the woman in shock and only had a moment of looking before she turned and walked out of the bathroom. Addison looked shocked for a moment and then finished taping the diaper shut, threw the old diaper away, and then sat me on the counter while she washed her hands. “Let’s get going for that nap, huh? Then I guess I need to find you a good daycare to go to…”

She carried me through the courthouse. I observed Henry Johnson standing around talking to the woman who had just been inside. I didn’t have any doubts before, but I knew now that her mom would push things much harder moving forward!

When she arrived at her SUV, she opened the door and gently placed me in the car seat. She had yet to give me anything besides a sippy cup, so I was surprised when she handed me a baby bottle with white liquid inside. “You need something to snack on here since we’ve skipped lunch,” she told me, “and I’m sure you’ve got to be getting a bit dehydrated. Your diaper was pretty yellow…”

“What is this, Mommy?” I asked her.

“Just some formula, sweetie. Regular baby formula,” she added. “It’s not the stuff made for Littles.” She saw my skepticism and pushed my hand to bring the nipple to my mouth. “Be a good girl,” she reminded me.

Something in her look told me I needed to do it for both of our sakes, so I sighed and took the nipple inside my lips. It took a little bit of work to suck out of the nipple, but it wasn’t that much worse than a straw once I got a rhythm going. The taste was weird… it wasn’t milk… it was different than that. It was a bit sweeter than regular milk and seemed thinner than the milk I would buy in the store. As I sucked the liquid down, I wished I could have coffee instead! It was a big bottle for a baby, but since I was larger than a real baby, or a Little by a bit, I finished before we were out of the city traffic.

‘How the hell am I going to get out of this?’ I wondered as I absently kept chewing on the nipple of the bottle.

Something about the formula, the car ride, the stress, and everything else sent me down for the nap that Addison wanted me to take.
 

WHEN I WOKE up, I was staring into Addison’s shoulder as she was apparently picking me up. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby; I didn’t necessarily mean to wake you up,” she said.

I didn’t respond, just taking my hands and wiping the sleep out of my eyes. Based on what Addison had told me we were doing, I assumed we’d be going home right then. Instead, we were at some park with a few genuine toddlers running around and playing.

“Where are we?”

“The park, Princess,” she said as she squeezed me tighter. “I thought we could come play for a bit before we go home. I know you have your playset there, but I figured the park’s always more fun!” She whispered, “I thought we might be able to talk here too…”

“There’s no one following us?” I asked her. I noticed she didn’t have my diaper bag on her. She seemed to only have me and nothing else.

“No, I lost them; you know how I drive.”

“I slept through that?” I asked.

She smiled, “Guess you got used to Mommy’s crazy driving years ago!” She carried me closer, and I could see some swings, “How about a swing?”

I shrugged, “Sure,” I told her.

She went to one that had a bucket-style seat designed for young toddlers and deposited me inside. “How do I actually fit in this…?”

“Sweetie, you’ve always been smaller than I think you knew. This is meant for probably up to a five-year-old Big, so you easily fit inside.”

I was a little surprised as she gave me a little push then, but I couldn’t help but acknowledge there was something nice about this. Getting into the spirit, I said, “Higher!”

She laughed and pushed me more fervently for a couple minutes before slowing it down to a gentler amount. “Sweetie, I don’t know what we’ll do about my mom…”

“What does she expect?” I asked her while keeping an eye out for any new people. So far, it was just three moms watching two toddlers play in a sandpit and another going up and down the tall slide a little way off.

“Honestly? She’s expecting me to start nursing you, which will make you lose your continence.”

“What else?”

“What else?”

“Yeah, what else does she want?”

“Well, she has a few daycares she wants me to send you to one of them…”

“Hypnosis there?”

“Probably?”

“What about the injunction?”

“Are those really physical modifications?”

“The breast milk would be?”

“It’s just a bad reaction to food…”

“That’s scary; that reasoning could apply to many things.”

She suddenly stopped pushing me, picked me up, and squeezed me tight, “I am so sorry, Cameron; I never wanted to do this to you!”

I could sense the tears from her chest shaking even before I looked up.

I sighed, “I know you didn’t… And no offense, I don’t want you as my mommy for the rest of my life.”

“I never wanted that role with you either.”

“Did you really love me?” I asked curiously.

“Of course! It’s why I fought so hard to stay with you for so long!”

I sighed, “Well, you should know I never really stopped loving you either.” I didn’t know what I wanted at that moment from her.

“I figured… I hated breaking your heart that night...”

“I guess I understand now… I wouldn’t have wanted you gracing the covers of some baby fashion magazine nursing from your mother...”

“Not like you are going to be now?”

I laughed nervously, “I don’t think being on a cover will be a problem. Now, the question is, how do we get ourselves out of your mom’s control?”

“We can’t?”

“We can’t? Or we just don’t know how yet?”

“Both?”

“Okay, well, we’ll have to get some more help. Hopefully, that is coming; for now, we probably should give your mom what she wants to buy us some time…”

We talked for a while before she plucked me from the seat and said, “Okay, I think we have a plan… you want to prove to me you can do this?”

“Huh?”

“Let’s go play on the slide and then the sand, silly!”

“Oh,” I said.

She sat me on my feet and said, “Can you be a big girl and use the slide all by yourself, or do you need Mommy?”

I looked up at her and said, “Big girl!”

I ran to the smaller toddler’s size slide and began climbing up it. As I reached the top, she waited at the bottom, “Come on, slide down to Mommy!”

I forced a smile at first, but as I slid down, it sort of became real. We played with the other playground equipment for a while longer before I started getting kind of tired of running around. I was just standing up from the slide when I felt the urgent need to poop. I desperately wanted Addison to at least let me wear training pants, and she was thinking about it for the next day to help with the plan – but made no guarantees yet. In the meantime, I knew the diaper was on, and I was expected to use it like a good baby.

The urgency was intense, so with a sigh, I paused and bent my legs. I squeezed, and at first, nothing would come out, long-built potty skills refusing to give in. I kept trying for a few more minutes. Eventually, I felt the log start to push its way through. Once it started, there was no stopping it! It kept filling my diaper, and I was out of breath and dizzy when I finished.

“Looks like someone made a boom boom!” one of the other kids’ moms said nearby.

Addison laughed, “Looks like it!”

“Not in a hurry to potty train her?”

“Nope, she’s my little poop machine,” she leaned over and pushed a hair that had come loose from the headband she’d used on me that morning back in place. “Sweetie, you want to go on the slide one more time, then we’ll go change your poopy pants?”

‘No, I want changed now…’ I thought, “No go!”

“You can have one more time, go down the slide, and then we need to get going, sweetie.”

I knew I needed to learn to play this part, so I went and climbed up the steps one last time, feeling the warm sticky mass rubbing against my butt. I made it to the top of the ladder and forced myself to do the unthinkable; I sat and slid down!

I could feel as the slide squished the poop all over my butt, and I knew Addison would have fun cleaning it all up! There was something, though, in letting go right then that felt right. So, I decided to be a typical toddler and ran back up and snuck one more slide down the slide into her waiting arms.

“You little sneaker,” she said as she tickled me.

“Stop!” I cried.

“Let’s go get your stinky butt changed and get home.”

She kissed my forehead and carried me to the SUV, where she opened the back hatch. For the mess I knew was in my pants, she cleaned it up like it was no big deal. I was soon in a fresh diaper, and she walked with me on her hip to a nearby trash can to throw the diaper away before buckling me back into my car seat and shoving another bottle of juice into my lap. “You’ve got to be thirsty by now.”

I just nodded and drank, knowing there would be many more baby bottles and poopy diapers before this would end, one way or another.
 
 

Chapter 39: Warnings
 

THE PARK MUST have been relatively close to her house because we quickly returned inside her garage. A glance at the car’s dash told me it was just about two hours past noon, so I was feeling quite hungry, even after the formula she had me drink left the courthouse. At the time, I had been actually kind of surprised by how filling the drink was.

She pulled me from the car seat and carried me inside the house. Due to the early afternoon hour, I wasn’t surprised to see Mindy waiting for us inside.

“Miss Harris, you were gone longer than I expected?”

Addison shrugged as she sat me down on my feet, “We decided to stop by the park and play a bit after her nap.”

“Aww… I bet that was a cute sight!”

“It was! You want to see pictures?”

‘Pictures?!?!?’ I looked up at her, and she smirked.

She pulled out her phone that she must have returned to the car at some point, and showed them to Mindy. “Cute, huh?”

“Absolutely adorable, Miss Harris!”

“You want to see your pretty pictures, Cammie?” she asked me in that baby voice that women use towards babies, and I wanted to scream as she knelt down to show me her phone.

I nodded, though, morbidly curious.

I was disturbed that I never noticed her taking pictures as I went down the slide or played in the sand. I knew it was me in the photos, but there was a disconnect in my mind about how the cute girl playing on the playground could possibly be me. I could still recognize my face, but with how she had done my hair and the dress… Well, it was apparent I looked the part.

“Princess Cammie is cute, huh?” She asked me and began tickling me a little.

“Stop,” I giggled.

“Did you get lunch yet?” Mindy asked.

“No, we didn’t. What do you think, Princess Cammie; do we need a late lunch?”

I nodded.

“What do you want?” She asked me.

I thought momentarily; I wasn’t used to getting food made for me. I shrugged, “What is there?”

Mindy smiled, “Probably almost anything you want! But what do you think about a grilled cheese sandwich?”

I nodded, “That sounds good… Thank you, Miss Mindy,” I said politely.

You could see her absolutely melt with my politeness, “She is such a perfect little girl, ma’am!”

“Sort of; she’s kind of dirty from the park. We’ll go change her clothes while you work on that?”

“Sounds good, ma’am; you want one too?”

“Please, I love your grilled cheeses,” she told her.

“Nothing special, ma’am,” she told her.

“Yes, they are! You always brown them perfectly!”

“Well… That’s just how you’re supposed to make them! Go get that baby girl into something less formal – you should have done that before she played, but we’ll get that dress clean still - just leave it in the hamper. I’ll have your lunch ready when you get back downstairs.”

“Thanks, Mindy,” she told her.

Addison held her hand to me, “Come on, baby girl…”

I sighed but let her larger hand envelop mine and walked upstairs beside her. The diaper was still dry, but the crinkle let me know it was still there with every step. It felt like it was hugging me as my legs moved up the steps. I couldn’t help but remember back to commercials on TV that bragged about diapers hugging every move of a baby or Little over the years. It made me blush to think about being in the same shitty situation as those poor Littles!

I walked to my room with Addison pulling me along and stood still where she let me go by the closet. “Hmm… what shall we wear for the afternoon?” She asked herself. “Ooh… Is it really your size?!?” She was way too excited about whatever she found. “Look!!!! These are sooooooo cute!!!” She exclaimed happily in a voice that meant I knew I would hate whatever it was.

As she turned around, I saw that I was right!

One of the outfits I always felt the sorriest for a Little being dressed in was in her hands. Usually, you would only see a baby under two dressed in such a thing, or probably a shorter Little under about four-and-a-half feet tall. I had to guess this was some special-order item, as I couldn’t imagine it being readily available for someone my size!

I’d once asked Addison why anyone would dress someone in such an outfit, to which she’d shrugged and said, ‘They’re kind of cute.’ I’d asked out of morbid curiosity what it was called, and she told me, ‘It’s a bubble romper! On a real infant, I think they’re one of the cutest things ever!’

This horrid outfit in question was a pale yellow with white stripes every inch or so running horizontally. It featured a short exaggerated ruffled sleeve and a high stretch waistband that would probably fall just above my belly button. The worst part wasn’t how puffy the bottom portion that snapped close was! No, the worst part was that the back was covered in four rows of matching ruffled fabric that made yesterday’s leggings look tame. I groaned. I knew they would bring extra attention to my diapered bottom.

“Do I have to…?”

“Why yes, you do! You’re going to look so precious! And no silly pants to get in the way of you moving around while you play!” She squealed with delight.

‘She actually squealed?’ I nervously worried, ‘She usually has better control over those urges!’ I thought in the half-second before she was right there picking me up. She was giddy as she sat me down on the changing table. The dress was off before I even had a chance to consider another argument. My shoes were placed on a shelf, and my socks followed the dress into a nearby hamper.

Naked, except for the still clean diaper, I felt nervous as she looked at me and suddenly pounced with her fingers tickling my feet.

“No!” I cried.

“Yes!” She laughed and continued her attack up my legs and onto my belly.

I was really seriously about to pee without any control when she finally let up, “Oh, I guess I’ll stop attacking my baby girl at least long enough to get her dressed.” It was almost like a slow-motion horror movie as she opened the snaps in the crotch of the monstrosity and gathered it up in her hands. “Arms up like a pretty ballerina!” she cooed.

“Shoot me…”

“Why would we do that?” She said as she pulled it down over my hands and momentarily blocked my vision before pushing me down on the table. “There we go, all snapped in!”

She was genuinely enjoying this; I could tell that. I looked down at the babyish outfit, probably worse than I feared. The puff of the bubble in the bottom part was ridiculous! I wondered if it wasn’t exaggerated because they knew only a babied Mid would fit into this?

I sat there for a few minutes while she undid the more mature fishtail braid she had made in my hair for the court hearing. Addison quickly brushed my hair into a high ponytail and used a matching yellow ribbon to tie a bow.

“Let’s go show Miss Mindy!” She smiled at me, picked me back up, and carried me downstairs.

“Oh, my word!” Mindy said when she saw me, “I had no idea you could dress a big girl like you so pretty! That outfit is absolutely precious, Miss Harris!”

“I know, right?” Addison squeezed me tighter, “I’ve always found these to be super adorable! I’m so glad they found a couple of them in her size! They’ll be perfect for her to play at home!”

“Yes, they will!” She agreed.

As Addison placed me into what I now knew as my highchair, I could sort of feel the rows of ruffles behind me - even through the diaper! I let her maneuver my arms through the five-point harness to buckle me in and then watched as she placed the white tray into place. I was a little annoyed with how my bare legs touched the bottom of the chair where the fabric ended, and the plastic began. At least, other than that, I guessed it was as comfortable as a highchair could be. ‘At least she’s not using those other straps…’ I thought with a shudder. Addison finished preparing me for lunch by velcroing a large yellow bib behind me before Mindy placed the plate of smaller cut-up sandwich pieces on the tray.

Addison had walked to a cupboard and filled a sippy cup with more Plapple juice. “Eat up, baby,” she told me.

I stared at the pieces before me and was annoyed I didn’t have the sandwich like she had. For hers, Mindy had just sliced it in half diagonally. For mine, she had cut it what looked like a total of four times. It meant I had eight smaller triangles to eat that would cool off quicker. I picked the first one up and saw that it looked like it had quality cheddar cheese inside, at least, and was nicely lined like it was cooked on a sandwich grill.

I moaned at the first bite a second later, “Wow!” Looking up at Mindy, I smiled, “How did you make it taste so good?”

She smiled back brightly at me, “Just a little extra love, Sweetie.”

I began devouring more pieces and saw that Addison and Mindy mostly watched me, even though Addison would occasionally take a bite.

“She really is adorable! What happened in court today?”

“The injunction against Mom having contact with Cameron or me is still standing. If there is a need for communication, it is supposed to happen with supervision.”

“What about your custody of little Cammie here?”

“Well, Cammie is still my baby girl for now. The judge plans a separate hearing to decide if I get to keep her or not.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will! Your mom’s attorneys are the very best!”

Addison rubbed my shoulder, “I’m sure they are.”

“What’s your plan for the rest of the day?” Mindy asked Addison.

“Well, I think we’ll probably go swimming for a bit before dinner after I cuddle this little girl. Maybe we’ll get some playtime in her playroom before bed too.”

“That sounds like a great way to spend an afternoon together. You’re on maternity leave now, right?”

Addison shrugged, “I’m supposed to be, but apparently, I’m supposed to go to work tomorrow.”

“Oh my, your mom is making you come in still?”

“She was back at work the next day after she adopted Matty; I guarantee Mom doesn’t think anything of it,” she told her. “I need to ensure I have a daycare appointment set up, actually…”

“Why don’t you go do that? I’ll watch while wittle Miss Cammie finishes eating her num-nums?”

“That would be great, actually,” she told her, scarfing down a last bite and stepping out of the room.

I was about three-quarters through my sandwich and silently ate while Mindy watched.

I had just taken the last bite when she said, “You know there’s no way you’ll win against Mrs. Harris, right? You should just volunteer for the procedures and get it over with?”

I looked at her with new eyes, “Everyone has a weakness. I have mine; you have yours, and Mrs. Harris has her own. I hope you aren’t trying to send a message for her?”

She narrowed her eyes, “And if I was?”

“Well, that would probably make Judge O’Connor unhappy when he hears that.”

“Only matters if you can tell him?”

I shrugged, “If I can’t, the real bombs will start going off. You might as well tell Mrs. Harris that backing off would be her best move. She’s messed with the wrong person. Even if she destroys me, something that I know is probably coming, I have allies and assets that aren’t going to take that lightly.”

I think she was about to say something else, but Addison came back in. “All taken care of! The daycare my mom suggested luckily still had a space free for you! It’s the best one in town, so I know you’ll love it there!” She cooed at me.

“Great…” I deadpanned.

“Someone is kind of cranky?” Mindy suggested.

“Probably, well… I know what can help! Might as well deal with the other problem I’m having right now. Would you mind cleaning up?” she asked Mindy as she moved the tray aside and pulled the bib off me.

“Of course!” she said, “I can bring you a glass of water when I’m done?”

“That would be great; we’re going to sit in the living room for some quiet,” she told her.

“Sounds good, Miss Harris.”

I looked at her as she tried to talk to Mindy in some sort of code, a little nervous that I knew precisely what she was talking about. As she sat down with me in a rocking recliner, I looked at a clock and saw it was mid-afternoon.

“We’ve put this off for long enough,” she told me. “You should have been doing this from our first night together!”

“No…” I squeaked out.

“Yes, it’s past time, my milk has been in for two days now, and I don’t want to keep pumping all day.”

“I don’t…” I told her as she placed me on her right leg for a second and began messing with the dress. Apparently, it was designed for nursing mothers because she quickly pulled her left breast free a moment later without taking the top down and undid the latch of a nursing bra to expose her nipple. I looked at the erect nipple sticking out, thinking about the first and last time I had a taste of her milk. I’d thought about it for months afterward! Even as I saw a droplet forming on the tip as she gently expressed it, I could feel a craving coming.

“Come on, baby girl, Mommy knows you liked it before. You don’t have to worry about losing your potty ability this time, though, because you’re already in a diaper!”

“You told me I could wear big girl pants!” I complained, eyes still focused on the white droplet still hanging there.

“That was if we had you altered yesterday. You’re still an icky boy where it counts, so we will keep you in diapers until we get everything figured out. Maybe you’ll be one of the lucky ones that can still use the potty when nursing?”

“Nnnn…” I started to say, but she guided my head to her nipple and used the opening to push my mouth on.

The single droplet hit my tongue.

It was the tastiest thing ever!!!!

The single droplet reminded me of everything I had wanted to have again after that first accidental time!

At that point, my willpower failed. I began earnestly sucking at the nipple, being rewarded with each suckle by a mouth full of the tasty milk. My tongue began licking the nipple to try and get more of the taste, and I found my hands gently squeezing the warm flesh of my ‘mommy’s’ exposed breast too. I felt like time was passing without me then, as all I knew was suckling.

I felt a need to pee but was at least relieved that it was a typical urge. I held it for a couple sucks before just admitting it did no good to hold it and let it out into the diaper. Addison must have felt it because she cooed at me as I kept sucking.

“Mrs. Harris will be happy to see you finally started,” I heard just before I must have gone off to dreamland from the milk.
 
 

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