In-Between Chapters 40, 41, and 42 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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Chapter 40: Swimming
 

I FOUND MYSELF incredibly disoriented when I woke up on my bed. I wiped my eyes and pulled out the pacifier from my mouth. ‘Did that really just happen…?’ I wondered.

Pressing on the front of my diaper, I was relieved to find it dry. ‘I definitely went while I was nursing… Addison probably changed me after I passed out?’ I blushed at the thought I would have slept through my body being manipulated like that!

I looked around the room and saw that the door to the hallway was closed. I had no idea if she cared, but I decided it was time to stand up and see what I could get away with. A real toddler wouldn’t necessarily stay in their room after a nap, so I decided that if she wanted a toddler without a crib, she should be okay with that. ‘I just hope she doesn’t decide that means I need a crib…’

I went to the door and tested the door knob. I knew it had a lock on the outside based on the first day, but when I tried, the door opened.

Across the hall, I could see the door to the nursery room was closed, hiding that ongoing threat of further demotion. Remembering the doll house, I knew she had an office downstairs; would she be there?

I had barely started climbing the stairs when Addison appeared at the bottom, “Did my wittle princess decide to wake up from her nap?”

I sighed but nodded, “Yes… How long was I out?”

“You slept good for about an hour?”

I sighed with relief that I hadn’t been knocked out longer. I knew some Littles would be down for two hours or more after a nursing session like I had. Unfortunately, it didn’t completely rule out any effects from the breast milk. I depended on Stacy’s work to get me through this without a lifetime of diapers staring me down! ‘I sure hope David and Kendra got ahold of Amanda…’ I thought.

I walked down the rest of the steps and was instantly picked up and in Addison’s arms. “What a big girl coming down the steps all by herself!”

I just sighed, “What now?”

“You want to go swimming? Miss Mindy left us dinner in the oven that should be done in about an hour?”

“Sure,” I said.

“I saw the perfect swimsuit for you in your closet earlier!” She squealed again, and despite my hopes that she was above board with our talks, I couldn’t help but imagine she was just like every other crazy Amazonian woman wanting to play with her baby doll…

She carried me back up the steps I had just climbed down and right back inside the room I had just ‘escaped.’ She stood me on my feet by the changing table before turning to the closet. I watched as she opened the door, dug inside for just a second, squealed, and quickly emerged with a bundle of cloth I didn’t have a chance to look at as she sat it down on the changing table.

“Let’s see here… did they put in some swim diapers…?”

I watched her root around the boxes of diapers for a moment before saying, “They didn’t put any in here…” She looked thoughtful for a moment.

“I don’t have to wear one?” I suggested.

She laughed, “I’m not draining my pool because you have a poopy accident.”

“I wouldn’t…”

“You’re on Mommy’s milk as part of your diet now; I wouldn’t count on that.”

‘I really hope that statement is wrong…’ I thought as I sighed.

She looked thoughtful and said, “Stay here. Mommy’ll be right back!”

I watched her leave the room through the open door. She went across the hall and opened the nursery room but closed the door behind her for some reason. I watched the door reopen quickly and close, and then she came closer with a handful of colorful-looking swim diapers. “Found some!” She told me excitedly.

“Great…” I said sarcastically.

She picked me up and put me on the changing table, pulling the strap across my chest. I was relieved that the embarrassing bubble outfit was unsnapped and came off! ‘I wonder if she has a fireplace I could burn it in…?’ She opened the diaper and said in a shocked voice, “I can’t believe you’re still clean and dry… Must take longer to affect bigger babies?”

“Or maybe I’m not a baby at all…?” I said smartly.

A pacifier was shoved into my mouth with a warning look. “Be a good girl, or you can just go to bed right now without dinner!”

“Sowwy, Mommy,” I said around the pacifier.

She kissed my nose, “I know you are.”

She pulled the diaper out from underneath me and didn’t even bother with a wipe since I was clean. I was still more than a little bit apprehensive at being completely naked right then. At least she immediately slipped the swim diaper up my hips like a pair of underwear and then undid the strap across my chest. She messed with a bundle of cloth for a second and then grabbed my feet to begin feeding them through the swimsuit.

Only then did it dawn on me that I’d be wearing a girl’s swimsuit outside!

She pulled the tightfitting spandex one-piece suit up to my shoulders and guided my arms through the straps. She sat me up and had me face the wall while she began braiding my hair back again. I poked at some rectangular pieces attached to the suit, and surrounded me.

“Isn’t that swimsuit so cute?!?” She cooed. “It has little floatation things, so we don’t have to deal with those silly armband floats.”

“You remember I can swim, right?”

“Aww… You sure used to be able to, but you’re not the same person you were, sweetie. You’ll have to accept you need more help with things now. Mommy’s more than happy to help her little baby girl with all those things, though!”

I sighed and sat still while she was still braiding. Looking down, I could see the very top of the suit was a light sky-blue color with a pink flower drawn on the area above my left chest. The material came to meet a pair of the thin shoulder straps I would expect from a girl’s swimsuit. Below it, on a white background, hundreds of small and big flowers were overlaid below it. It felt embarrassing and weird to have my legs uncovered like I was only wearing underwear. I never really considered that girls must feel pretty exposed whenever they wear a swimsuit like this.

On a real toddler girl, it would have been a cute swimsuit.

On me…

“Done!” She said a moment later, happy with the braid she had tied.

She picked me up then and walked down to her bedroom, where she sat me on the bed. I watched as she found a bikini and sat it on a dresser. She began pulling off her shirt and shorts, revealing her underwear. I couldn’t help but feel aroused, watching as she took off her clothes. The swim diaper and suit made me feel horribly squished below where things ran out of space. Her nursing bra came off and fully exposed the breasts I had fondled so many times in college and now had nursed from. Soon she was completely nude while she pulled the swimsuit bottoms up her legs, and only then finally turned away from me. She was facing me again, though, as it seemed like she took forever to tie the bikini top closed. I squirmed more as the swimsuit and diaper were very painfully constricting!

It subsided slightly as I watched her carefully braid her hair and then place a swim cap on top of it.

“Mommy, how come I don’t have a cap?” I asked her after taking out the pacifier, I realized it was still in my mouth.

She laughed, “You’re a little girl; getting your hair wet in the pool is okay! You haven’t had it dyed or anything yet.”

“Yet…?”

She just shrugged and plopped the pacifier back into my mouth, “It might be nice for you to match Mommy? The judge said I could have your hair styled…”

I glared at her, but it did no good. She picked me up and carried me out to the backyard and through the protective fence to the pool area. A few tall umbrellas outside were open, extending shade around them. On one end was a large outdoor kitchen covered by an awning and a bar that looked appropriate for hosting a large party.

The themed pool’s waterfall cascaded downward, and I figured it must have had a thirty-foot drop to the main pool. It appeared deep enough to dive from, and a diving board was cleverly hidden the more I stared at the feature. ‘Cliff diving into a home pool… Not something I would do even if I wasn’t being treated like a baby!’ I thought to myself. ‘Stacy would have been crazy for it,’ I admitted. ‘That girl was part fish…’ I smiled as I thought about her arguing with Fred and Amanda that she was a ‘dolphin, not a fish!’

I noted that the pool was extra deep in that spot, marked six meters there. The large pool looked to come up to one meter at the shallow end, looking at the markings. It was a huge pool!

I refocused on my surroundings as Addy placed folded pool towels on one of the covered chairs. “Come here, baby; we have to put sunscreen on you!”

I sighed as she began liberally spraying sunscreen on me and then herself. ‘I hope this is a high-quality sunscreen,’ I thought, playing with the odd straps, ‘These tan lines could be really embarrassing…’

While she was doing it to herself, it seemed to take longer, and I really just wanted to jump into the water… As much as I wanted to, I decided waiting for her was probably a better idea. I did pop the pacifier out onto the towel as it seemed like a bad idea to take it into the pool to me. I couldn’t help but note that her overprotective mommy self was popping out badly since she…

‘Since she nursed me!’ I thought with an epiphany. ‘I forgot that they bond more with the Littles they nurse too…’

I looked at her and just hoped I was wrong about that. The last thing the plan needed was an overly maternal participant… ‘even though that would probably help since she’d defend me like a mother bear...’

“Mommy, may I get in?”

“Wait for me; I know you liked the water before and are in a hurry!”

I sighed as she fidgeted more with her swim cap and pulled a watch off. I found myself readjusting one of the straps on my shoulder then. The suit must have been too big because it wanted to slide off my shoulder. The bottom was giving me a weird wedgie, but the swim diaper prevented me from being too bothered by it now that things had calmed down there. I heard the camera click and looked to see her with her phone out.

“No pictures…” I whined.

“Yes, pictures! All sorts of pictures! We might even have to get some good baby pictures made this next week!”

I groaned, “Can we just get in the water now?”

She laughed as she put her phone in a holster that she dropped around her neck. A second later, she picked me up and hopped into the pool with me.

“Aah!” I said, not expecting that!

She smiled and let me bob in the water. The buoyancy pieces on the suit were more than enough to hold me up but not quite as cumbersome as a life vest would have been. I still found myself treading in the water out of normal instinct.

The pool itself was the perfect warm temperature to feel good! It must have been a saltwater pool because it had a lovely silky feeling to the water, and it didn’t seem as harsh as many pools I’d swam in over the years. I knew it was nicer and ridiculously more expensive with the thematic elements than Amanda and Fred’s. I sighed again, desperately hoping that Amanda had some ideas... or maybe Stacy could help somehow from her home dimension.

After a while, I let go of my worries and forced myself to just enjoy the sensation of floating since I hadn’t been swimming in a couple months. I didn’t notice that Addison pulled out her phone again and took a few more pictures for a while. “Really?!?” I complained.

“Really!” She said and swam over to me. She said, “Selfie time!” She took one of us together and said, “No, you have to smile!”

“Do I have to?”

“I can always tickle you? Or find other ways of torture?”

“Fine!” I said and smiled.

“Not like that, like this!” She said, making a face that I could see in the camera.

We must have spent five minutes with her trying to get a bunch of faces out of me. I knew that all of these would probably end up on the social media accounts she’d blocked me from years ago! ‘Look at my new baby! You probably recognize her!’

She finally let up, and I swam to the other side of the pool by the waterfall area. I noticed she took a couple more pictures from the distance of me underneath the dripping falls before she sat her phone down on the wall we had entered and swam over to me.

“Please tell me you haven’t really lost your mind?” I asked her.

“What does my wittle baby princess mean?” She asked me with a serious face.

‘Oh shit…’

Then she burst out laughing! “Okay, I’m not going to lie - I am having fun with this - but no - I haven’t lost my mind.”

I sighed in relief, “You have had me really worried,” I told her.

“Well, with Mindy around, I have to be careful. I don’t know if you were conked out from the milk, but she clearly implied my mom is watching us.”

“I heard,” I told her. “She also implicitly threatened me on behalf of your mom… And to make it worse, now I’m going to a daycare tomorrow that your mom picked?”

She sighed, “Well, she did give me three choices… this was the best of the bunch.”

“How bad?”

“Well, at least it’s not robot caretakers?”

I gulped.
 
 

Chapter 41: Rings
 

WE STAYED IN the falls, our designated ‘time-out’ spot, for just a few minutes before returning to the other part of the pool. The two of us just lazily floated around for a while before she decided it was time to go inside for dinner. “Let’s get you into a dry outfit, and then we’ll get some din-din in your wittle tummy!”

She tickled my side again while we walked inside. The walk upstairs didn’t take long, and I was soon dressed in a simple t-shirt dress and a new diaper. “Why don’t you stay here while Mommy goes and gets dressed really quick?” She suggested.

I sighed but nodded.

I explored the room more, looking at the toys spread about the shelves and the floor. There were a few Littles-based learning toys that might offer a small amount of challenge to play. Most of the ones I recognized tended to be designed to educate or entertain someone who had struggled through their high school coursework. Many Littles knew the fate coming and didn’t care about school work from middle school onward since math wasn’t exactly complicated when you were just pooping diapers and crawling around on a floor. For these toys, Math problems might be at the Pre-Calc or Algebra level for the math learning toys on the advanced level settings. Spelling toys might ask you to spell words that would be easy college test words… Others might involve some games that might give you a little team challenge as a video game. Over the years, I’d heard some weren’t too bad, but there was far too much danger in ever holding one – even at my slightly tall height, it would have been like inviting a mommy to come and claim me!

Some building blocks were placed in some tubs. Still, they were the big ones meant to be too big to fit inside a baby’s mouth, not the small ones you could do really cool things by building designs and sculptures with. I found a shelf of coloring books and some paper I guessed I could draw with when I was truly bored.

And then there was the dollhouse, and probably a dozen baby dolls spread about of different sizes that ranged from the dollhouse size up to an actual newborn Amazon size. I picked one of them up and looked at it momentarily, not even understanding what a kid did with them. Truthfully like most Littles, I had avoided holding onto any toys too long growing up in a vain attempt to be seen as bigger than I was. I turned to one last portion of the room and a giant net that I hadn’t really looked at the contents of so far. It was filled with a ton of stuffed plush animals. One, in particular, stood out to me as I got closer to it.

It had four black legs, then a lighter brownish-red fur above it on the torso. The creature’s muzzle was white with a cute little black nose and a splotchy brown and white face around its eyes. The ears were white in front and black on the back, and it had a ringed tail alternating with brownish red fur, then a darker brown, and then black on the final ring at the end of it.

I tried to think of what the creature was called? I couldn’t help but pick it up and stroke its very soft fur out of curiosity while I did so.

It was so very soft!

I was just thinking I should put it down again when I heard the click of a digital shutter and realized I had an audience. I sat the creature down hurriedly and looked up to glare at my assailant. “No pictures…” I whined.

“Yes, pictures!” she said as she came and knelt next to where I stood. She grabbed the stuffed animal and said, “Did you make a new friend?”

I shook my head, “Just looking,” I said.

She wasn’t convinced, “What’s its name?”

“Name?”

“You have to name your stuffies and your dolls; it’s in the little girl rulebook.”

“I’m not… I don’t…”

She brought it closer to me and handed it into my arms. I instinctively took it and hugged it, “What’s its name?”

“I don’t even remember what it’s supposed to be? I was looking at it because of that.”

She laughed, “It’s a red panda; isn’t it adorable?”

I nodded, “She’s soft too…”

“So, it’s a she?”

I shrugged, “She looks like a ‘she’…”

“Hmm… we’ll have to both think of a name tonight! Let’s take her downstairs to dinner so you can cuddle with her…”

“We don’t…” I started to say, but she already had me on her hip as I awkwardly hoped she wasn’t dropping me as off balance as I felt. I squeezed the animal tight, though; something was comforting in that juvenile act.

She squeezed me tightly, “Let’s go get some din-din!”

I sighed and endured the walk downstairs to the table. As Addison buckled me in, she took the animal from me, and I said, “Rings?”

“Rings?”

“Name!” I said, “Does it work?”

She laughed, “She’s your stuffie sweetie. I think Rings works very well, though, like her little tail, huh?”

I blushed but nodded.

“Rings it is.” She returned the stuffed animal to me, “You can snuggle with her while Mommy gets your din-din on a plate.”

I blushed some more but took her and found myself squeezing her while Addison went about the kitchen. I rested my chin on her body as her legs fell below my left arm, and her head rested above my elbow. There was something genuinely comforting about holding her. Even though it wasn’t alive, it felt like I was cuddling some kind of large cat or something.

A childish plastic plate was brought out again. I watched Addison mutilate a piece of tasty-looking lasagna with a knife. She placed a larger whole piece on a glass plate and put both on the table in front of her. The high chair I was in suddenly was pulled closer to her on the wheels it was on, and she took and placed Rings on the table out of reach. I sat still as a bib was placed around my neck, expecting she would put the plate on the tray. Instead, it stayed next to her. I looked inquisitively at her but didn’t say anything, knowing something was up.

The reason became clear as she started scooping up a bite with her fork from my plate and brought it to my mouth, “Open up the hangar, Princess!”

I stared at the fork for a second before sighing and opening up.

The meal was one of the most embarrassing I could imagine, short of being spoon-fed baby food! ‘It’s almost pureed with as much as she cut it…’ I griped. She made it into my mouth most of the time, but I swore she intentionally missed a half-dozen times, smearing it onto my cheeks and chin. She’d then reach down and pick the bib up occasionally and wipe my face with it, complaining about the ‘messy baby.’

I honestly couldn’t decide if it was more or less mortifying that Addison was the one pretending to be my mommy here!

When the plates were cleared, she attacked me with a baby wipe and handed me the stuffie, “Here’s your cute Rings back!”

I blushed but squeezed her as she lifted me from the high chair and placed me on the ground. She reached for something on the table and said, “Here’s your baba too - why don’t you finish the juice in there while Mommy finishes cleaning up?”

She didn’t do much but put the dishes in the sink, knowing that Mindy would take care of washing the dishes the next day. I was just watching her rinse things when I felt the urge to pee come as I finished the bottle. With a sigh, I let go into the padding, knowing full well that it would be my only option here. Addison noticed I had finished the bottle and immediately replaced it with a pacifier. “It’s a lot later than I thought it was. We need to get you a bath and then get you in bed. You have a long day at daycare tomorrow!”

I shook my head, “It’s not that late?”

She smirked, “For a baby, it is! And that’s all you are now, isn’t it?” She picked me up and tickled my side lightly.

“Stop tickling me…” I complained.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll…”

“You’ll what…?”

“I’ll pee…?”.

“Oh no, another diapee to change? Oh, the humanity?” She exclaimed as she walked into my bedroom, dropped me on my bed, and attacked me with her fingers longer than I ever remembered being tickled. I felt like my senses were utterly overloaded as I did pee out what little was left in my bladder and giggled uncontrollably!

“Stop…” I cried out, dropping the pacifier from my mouth.

“Oh, all right,” She said, letting me catch my breath.

“You’re mean,” I told her.

“I know,” she smiled. Right on the bed, she pulled the dress off my head and tossed it into the hamper. I blushed, wearing only the diaper then, as she carried me inside the bathroom that I guessed I would probably only be visiting for baths.

She closed the door and sat me on top of the closed toilet. I watched her start the water flowing into the tub, “Shower?” I asked hopefully.

“Nope, you take baths now, sweetie. You’re much too little now for showers.”

“Not that little…” I complained.

“Oh? And how big are you?” She asked with a smile. “You’re much shorter than Mommy?”

I groaned, “You’re just really tall!”

“And you have a diaper on, huh?”

“You put it on me…”

“And it’s wet, huh?”

“You tickled me…”

“It was dry before that?”

I sighed and shook my head, “No…”

“And who wet their diapee?”

“Me,” I said softly.

“Who else wets diapees?”

I shrugged.

“Babies, maybe?” She smiled as she added some bubbles, “But that’s okay, because little Cammie is my cute little baby who is far too little for showers now, but just the perfect size for her mommy to give a bubble bath!”

Without warning, she reached and pulled the tabs open on my diaper and stood me up. She manhandled me gently but held me in front of her to look at my butt before picking me up and setting me into the tub. The water was probably higher than a real mother would ever use with their baby. Still, I appreciated the chest-high water and a pile of bubbles, as at least it hid my reaction to her humiliating treatment of me. I had no idea why I was having that reaction, but I jolted as I couldn’t deny that a part of me did like this side of Addison.

I sat still as she loosened the braid in my hair. A moment later, I jumped as a plastic water container was dumped on my head, “Eek!” I complained.

“Oh, stop being a drama queen, Princess; we just need to wash this hair out since we haven’t done that since you got here!”

“Warn me next time,” I grumbled.

“Here it comes!” She said as she was dumping it again.

I just sighed and spit out a hair that fell into my mouth. Addison began massaging in some baby shampoo then, and I had to admit the touch felt good. I’d been so isolated from people since Beth’s disappearance kicked off the worst years of my life. ‘This really is the worst of it, though, losing my freedom,’ I thought.

‘Could be worse,’ I reminded myself as she dumped more water to rinse the shampoo. I squirmed as she began using a washcloth all over my body to scrub me. She finished my legs and held my foot up over the water. I giggled as it tickled.

“Oh, how is it? I never realized how ticklish you were before?” She said as she held my foot.

I looked at her worriedly.

She laughed, “I don’t want to be splashed; you’re probably safest in the tub!”

I gulped. ‘Can I stay in the tub forever…?’

“Sit up, sweetie,” she told me a moment later, “put your back towards me,” she added as she turned me. That was when the washcloth got way more up close and personal than I realized it would. My butt was the target, and I squirmed as she embarrassingly clawed at whatever bits might be there.

“All clean!” She exclaimed a moment later and began draining the tub.

After drying me off, she carried me to the changing table and placed a diaper down underneath me. I was surprised when she turned me over face down and began rubbing me down with some sort of lavender oil.

I began utterly mortified by my nakedness.

After a few moments, though, I decided it was the most heavenly massage she had ever given me! She must have massaged my back, legs, and neck for thirty minutes before doing the same with my front, hands, and feet.

I felt pretty sleepy as she wiped her hands clean with a baby wipe and taped a new diaper on my butt. She wrapped me in a light blanket before she lifted me up and walked to the rocking chair. “One last set of nummies before bed!” she said softly.

I looked up at her sleepily and realized I was truly going down the rabbit hole of being a breastfed Little. She pulled her shirt off and over her head this time and removed her bra, leaving herself completely naked from the top up. Years ago, this was when the foreplay would begin and lead to something downstairs… and I could feel my reaction to that possibility still going on.

She shifted me in her arms and moved the blanket so our skin made contact. Her nipple was within reach, and I thought honestly about refusing for a moment...

After all, I’d managed the willpower to not nurse from her for years after that first hit!

My memory of years ago and of early that day, though, got to me. I couldn’t resist latching on and beginning to nurse the amazing liquid from within her breasts. She moaned with some pleasure even as I couldn’t help but feel amazingly relaxed, comfortable, and connected with her then. I used my tongue to help depress her nipple, and she shuddered underneath me. I was too far gone to even think about her sexually right then.

Between the massage, the swimming, the stress, and the milk, I was out like a light.

 
 

Chapter 42: Bunnies
 

I KICKED MY legs back and forth nervously in the car seat that I was strapped into since there was nothing else to do. ‘I look ridiculous!’ I complained to myself for the hundredth time since I’d been dressed that morning by Addison.

Honestly, I didn’t really have much of an expectation of looking like a grown-up, obviously. Still, I swore that Addison must have chosen the most babyish and girly outfit in the closet! She called it a playsuit when she put me into it, but it was pretty much a puffy onesie like the bubble outfit the day before. With the scrunched-up ruffled cuffs on my legs and a ruffled collar, created in this light pink color that was most definitely meant for only baby girls to wear… I played around with the tiny bow trapped underneath the seat buckle for a second before returning to my view of the window that I could barely see out of. I tightly hugged Rings a bit closer to me to deal with the stress.

I knew without a doubt that for Littles, the LAST thing you wanted was to be sent to daycare. It was sure to be even worse for me as a Mid! If I was a small Little, my outfit wouldn’t be that far out of the ordinary, but a Mid would never have a reason to be this babied unless they really ‘needed’ it.

I was even more nervous because this was one of three daycares suggested by her mom. She claimed this was the best of the bunch, with an all-human staff, a low staff-to-student ratio, and supposedly an excellent facility with plenty of play equipment… It was, unfortunately, a mix of Littles and Big Children at the facility, and that was probably going to be its own problem, depending on how they segregated the kids.

Addison had told me a little about the place as she started driving. It sounded like a very large daycare that housed nearly five-hundred Birth to Six-Year-Old babies and kids in a combined Daycare, Preschool, and Pre-Kindergarten facility. From what she had found out, it seemed like a little over half of the ‘students’ were Littles. ‘Now at least one Mid…’ I thought morosely.

It seemed like the car ride both took forever, and it wasn’t long enough before she pulled to a stop and came to my door. She carried a pink diaper bag on her shoulder covered in butterflies for me. I had watched her load half a package of diapers, spare outfits, pacifiers, and more that morning. On top of that, she had another lunch bag cooler that I blushed at seeing six bottles of breast milk placed inside and a stack of frozen milk pouches. “Now, Mommy isn’t going to necessarily be leaving you there every day, but we need to make sure you have plenty of Mommy’s milk!” She had said to me with Mindy staring over our shoulders. Neither of us doubted that her mom was seriously watching her through Mindy and the cameras, so she was being cautious. I was also shocked by how quickly she’d generated that much milk!

Addison undid the latch on my car seat harness, picked me up, and placed me on her hip. Other parents were also taking their kids in. Still, I noticed that every one my size and taller was walking in on their own and, at most, holding a parent’s hand… and here I was being carried in like one of the smaller babies!

I could feel my pigtailed hair bobbing up and down as she carried me inside a building that worked hard to seem warm and inviting from the outside. It was a modern-looking school-type building that could easily have been an elementary school instead of a daycare. A large fountain outside the building made out of baby blocks spelled ‘Changing Tikes,’ the place’s name. As Addison carried me past there, a couple of older looking Big children looked at me, pointed, and giggled to each other. I just hoped I was nowhere near them during the school day! Bigs learned to bully those smaller than them at a young age!

I was carried through the main entrance door, and Addison walked to a reception desk.

“Hi, may I help you?” a woman in a long flowy colorful dress asked.

“Yes, I’m here to drop off my baby girl. It’s her first day?”

“Oh, how exciting!” The woman cooed, “First days are my specialty!” She waved at me, “We’ll have such a good time together here!”

Addison bounced me in her arms for a second, “We’re hoping so. We may not be back every day – my maternity leave should technically still be going on – but my mom wants me back at the company… so…”

The woman made a face, “That’s criminal, you know… mom or not?”

Addison shrugged, “They really do need me, so yeah. It may be a day here and there, or I may have to leave her here normally. I’m not sure yet.”

“Well, let’s get her checked in here. What’s this beautiful baby girl’s name?”

“Can you be a big girl and tell her, sweetie?” Addison asked me.

I almost said ‘Cameron…’ but stopped myself. Today would be bad enough being dressed as a little girl when they figured that out. “Cammie Harris,” I told her.

“What a big girl!!!” The woman squealed at me.

I just blushed and leaned into Addison. “So, it says on her registration forms, and I can see her diapee there, it’s obvious that she’s not yet potty trained. That means she’ll be in one of our toddler classes. They’re normally for babies up to thirty-six months unless they need some extra time to figure out the potty like this cute little princess!” She smiled again and pressed a few buttons on her screen. “Now, she’s in diapees now, but do you see yourself trying to potty-train her anytime soon? Bigger Littles like her can usually make it to the potty most of the time if they’re trained and well reminded?”

“Oh no, she’s much too little to be potty trained. I mean... I might try again with her in a few years, but she happily sits in her pee and poo-filled diapers. I also think her bottom is so much cuter like this, too,” she told her.

Addison and I had talked about this during our timeout moment. As much as I didn’t want to keep using diapers, if I was wearing them, it wasn’t a Maturosis strike in court if I used them. A baby in diapers could hardly be expected to not use them, right? If I wore a Pull-Up, any mistakes would be ‘accidents.’ At the daycare especially, I knew it would be likely the workers would play mind games with me, spike my food, and do all sorts of other things I’d learned of happening to clients and friends. I wouldn’t earn that strike by being ‘mature’ and accepting my fate.

At least, that’s what I hoped.

“Very good! Well, since she’s not a potty trainer, I’m not going to bother putting her in one of the older rooms with potties in them.”

“You have different rooms within the toddler groups?”

“Oh yes! About twenty percent of our toddlers are fully potty-trained, and another twenty percent are exploring potty training. Sixty percent are the Littles and Babies who aren’t yet ready… We keep them in classrooms with extra staff and changing tables. The extra staff rotates between rooms to help change their diapers. They must be fully potty-trained to move onto our Preschool or Pre-K groups.”

“That seems very prudent!”

“We think so…” She smiled. “Now we’re going to put your baby girl in Miss Crystal’s room since she only has fourteen toddlers right now, fifteen with this pretty girl! Miss Kristin is the assistant in that room, and I know Cammie here will love both of them as much as they’ll love her!”

“I’m glad to hear that!” Addison said and looked at me, “Aren’t you excited? You get to play all day today and make new friends!”

“Yay,” I said half-enthusiastically.

“Oh, we’ll work on getting her more excited than that!” She smiled at me. “Now, Mommy, I’ve just sent Miss Crystal a message that she has a new student and is on her way up. Before we do the hand-off, why don’t you look at this screen and confirm your choices on discipline, food, and therapies we offer?”

‘Therapies?’ I wondered nervously. ‘I just want to make it out of this with my mind not completely mush and my body not altered…’

“I can hold Cammie for a minute while you check it!” she said to her. “Come here, baby girl! You look so pretty!” She traded me for the tablet the girl offered while the receptionist cooed at me. “Your stuffie is soo cute! What’s its name?”

“Rings,” I said softly around my pacifier.

“Is it a boy or a girl?”

“Girl,” I told her.

“Do you know what kind of animal it is?”

“Red Panda?” I said to her.

“Wow! What a smart baby girl!”

She cooed at me for a moment before Addison said, “I marked a few things out. Please note that nothing physical can be harmed or changed on her due to a court order. It’s preventing us from taking away the surprise in her diaper too. As soon as the custody dispute is settled, we’ll take care of that.”

I squirmed at that casual discussion of the fact I was being forcibly crossdressed right then. I didn’t have time to dwell on it, though.

“Well, hello there!” A tall brown-haired woman said to me. I looked closely at her and saw a name badge with ‘Crystal James – Teacher’ on it. Her plump face was filled with a genuine smile that looked friendly enough. “I hear I’m getting a brand-new student!”

I nervously looked at Addison, who still left me in the receptionist’s arms.

“I heard that she’s a special furry student?” I realized she was looking at the panda. “What’s her name again?”

“Oh, her name is Rings!” the receptionist said with a smile. “But that’s not the new student, silly; that’s her stuffie! This beautiful princess is your new student!” She said, bouncing me up and down.

I wanted to groan – I probably would have if I wasn’t so terrified! The woman wasn’t as tall as Addison but was perhaps only a foot shorter than her like my Grandma Suzy had been, so she was still nearly double my height!

“What a silly mistake I made! What’s your name, baby girl?”

I blushed at that but said, “Cammie.”

“Well, if you’re Cammie, you must be Cammie’s Mommy?”

“I’m Addison; nice to meet you,” she said. “We’re both a little nervous, of course,” Addison said.

“Totally normal! We’ll take very good care of this pretty little princess!” I watched as she gathered my diaper bag and the milk bag.

“Did you hear that?” Addison said, looking at me, “You’re going to be in good hands! Now give Mommy a hug and a kiss, and then it’s time for you to go play with Miss Crystal!”

She came closer, kissed me on the forehead and nose, squeezed me tight, and then watched as I passed to my new jailer. “Wave bye-bye to Mommy!” She actually grabbed my hand and made me wave to her before turning down to leave the facility. “Now, I always like to give my big baby girls a special tour!” she smiled as we went.

“There are two main hallways to your new daycare. If I walked down the other one with you, I probably wouldn’t be carrying you because that one’s only for Big Boys and Girls who don’t need that! This hallway we’re walking through to your classroom is on the baby side of the school for all of our wittle babies that aren’t big enough to use the potty quite yet!”

She carried me down a corridor that reminded me design-wise of an elementary school, with inset doors for classrooms at regular intervals. I saw some ‘Toddler’ signs on doors, and everywhere was painted with vividly colored scenes appropriate for a daycare. I saw a few other workers taking ‘kids’ and real babies back and forth down the hallway. I was the only one being carried, it seemed…

“And over here, we have our wing’s nurse’s office in case you get a little sicky with a tummy ache,” she said with a smile. I shuddered at the thought of going to a ‘nurse’ here, given what happened to Littles, who visited them in my high school!

Each room seemed to have a baby animal as its theme, which reminded me of Wenig Hall at Emerson. ‘They probably have a lot of staff and teachers that went there since we’re in the same city.’ I thought.

I felt my stomach turn a bit at that!

“Since you’re a big girl and can walk just fine, you get to be a big girl in our toddler class! If you were littler and couldn’t do anything but crawl, you’d be in the next few rooms,” she said, motioning with her head down the hall. I could see the decorations became even more babyish – if that was possible – the further down the hallway you went. “And, of course, all the way down is where our tiny infant babies, who can’t even crawl yet, are taken good care of! I’ll show you the cafeteria and other play areas later, but let’s meet all your new friends!”

She had stopped in the hallway to point out those things, and now I was turned with her body to a door that said, ‘Miss Crystal and Miss Kristin’s Bunnies’ on top of the door. Obviously, our animal was the bunny… They were everywhere on the door, shown munching on carrots, hopping through a field, and other playful images. I noticed that every single bunny had a diaper on in the pictures. ‘Well, obviously, we’re babies…’ I griped.

She opened the door, and the first thing that overtook me was the smell. It was a mixture of baby powder, poop, urine, bleach, and deodorizers attempting to control it. The room was carpeted in a short pile, with alternating carpet tile squares in bright primary colors and a massive round rug in the middle covered in bunnies and flowers. The walls carried the bunny theme all around, with the diapers being comically thick on the bunnies over by three changing tables in a corner. One blonde-haired woman had her back turned to us as she was changing the diaper of a ba… man. “Now wittle Mikey, I know what must be your problem! You must be all stuffed up, lucky that Mommy left us with a special tool for that, huh!”

I caught just a glimpse of his face of horror as she began shoving a suppository up his ass. The squirm and sounds told me he would have been screaming without the pacifier locked into his mouth. “Let’s put your stuff right here, Princess!” she said, pointing to a cubby out of reach of most of the room’s other occupants. I could reach if I wanted to, but I did not want to get into it. “Let’s leave Rings right here, okay?”

She pulled her from my grasp, and I mentally smacked myself for wanting her back so badly!

She noticed my look, “It’s okay, sweetie, we’ll have nap time, and you can have her back then to cuddle!” She bounced me up and down, and I saw another eleven occupants spread about the room. Most of them were playing in two areas right then with dolls or trucks, depending on their gender. I noticed one genuine baby was playing with a toy off to the side, perfectly content with that. I saw a mixture of Bigs and Littles and a couple I wasn’t entirely sure of which they were.

Miss Crystal walked around the room with me, showing me the dress-up corner, the toy wall, the story time area with three rocking chairs for the adults, and art supplies, and even pointed to their teacher’s desks next to a fridge and a counter filled with bottle warmers. The woman changing the one Little had just finished up, so she walked over there and checked my diaper.

“What a big girl you are with that dry diaper!” she cooed at me as she walked over. “Probably thirsty, huh?” she added, “I’ll get you a bottle after circle time!”

“Miss Kristin, I’d like you to meet our newest adorable Bunny Princess!”

As the woman turned, Miss Crystal said, “This is Baby Cammie!”

The face in front of me wasn’t that of a stranger… It was a girl I had gone to high school with! Ten years ago, I had last seen her pushing around the stroller with my friend Tyler dressed as a baby girl she’d renamed Trinity and let her have it.

‘Shit!’
 
 

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