In-Between Chapters 42 and 43 by Sofia Hammerstein

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

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 

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I was getting ready to post this chapter and realized I had mistakenly skipped posting the actual chapter 41. I had posted Chapter 40 and 42. I've inserted it into the last post, if you want to go catch it. It introduces a very important 'character' that will come back in this story and a future work.

 
 

Chapter 43: Circle Time
 

I LOOKED IN horror at Kristin Guilford but tried to keep my face passive. ‘Maybe she won’t recognize me…’ I had to hope. My arm was once again waved at someone as she said, “Can you be a big girl and say ‘Hi’ to Miss Kristin?”

“Hi, Miss Kristin,” I forced out.

“Well, ‘hi’ to you too, Cammie. I love your outfit! Your mommy dressed you so pretty for your first day of daycare, huh?”

I dumbly nodded, hoping to escape her as soon as possible. To my horror, I was passed over to her, “I need to call the office for something. Would you please introduce her to the Clark sisters since they’re sitting next to Bella and Gracie? They’ll be good girls for her to start playing with.”

“Will do!”

She held me securely, and I needed to pee from my nerves being so bad. I’d seen what she had done with Tyler and found out he had been grabbed immediately after our graduation ceremony… A Big that does that straight after high school was usually one of the worst ones to watch out for! Knowing it wasn’t like I had a reason to hold it, I let it out into the diaper.

Her hand must have warmed as she sat me down; she asked, “Aww… did you make pee-pees in your diapee like a good girl?” Her fingers squeezed the padding in front before patting my backside gently, “What a good girl! I can see why your mommy had you come to our room instead of a silly Preschool room. Just not ready to be a big girl, huh?”

I looked at her and shook my head lightly, “No, Miss Kristin.”

She smiled, “You’re going to do just fine here!” I noticed then she had sat me down next to four other ‘baby girls’ who were playing with baby dolls. “Girls, this is Cammie. Can you all tell her what your name is?”

“I’m Layla!” A genuine little girl said with a smile. She seemed a bit big to be in the toddler room and was dressed identically to the girl next to her, who she grabbed in a hug, “Dis is baby sistah, Sammy!”

Another girl next to Layla was a genuine baby, too, “I’m Bella!” She shouted.

“Inside voices, remember Bella?”

“I’m Gracie!” The other ‘girl’ that sat there said with a giggle that matched the two genuine babies. Her age definitely didn’t fit, though! While her hair was blonde, it was clearly dyed because I could see some gray roots showing. The wrinkles on her face were not something you saw on a young woman either, and I guessed she was probably at least two decades older than me.

“Play nicely with Cammie,” Kristin told them as she sat me on the rug. “Here’s a baby doll for you to play with, too,” she said as she handed me a cloth-covered doll.

I took it from her, “Thanks Miss Kristin,” I forced myself to say.

“Oh, what a polite big girl we have!” She squealed, patted my head, then walked away.

“You’re new, but you at least have a brain,” Gracie said.

“Umm… Thanks?”

She giggled… it was disconcerting to hear that from someone her age. “You’d be amazed how many can’t figure that out. Taylor over there just got adopted. She fights tooth and nail on everything.” She indicated with her head a shorter Little, probably about four-and-a-half feet tall. She had her brown hair tied into pigtails, giant obnoxious bows tied on each, and a ‘dress’ that barely covered her swollen diaper. I noted she had one of those damn locking pacifiers in her mouth, mittens on her hands, and a tear-filled face that looked miserable.

“What did she do?”

“Made Kristin mad… Didn’t like the suppository she was being given and managed to kick her in the boob.” The woman looked at me, “Wasn’t a good idea... I wouldn’t recommend doing that, especially given you’re going to stand out in this room being so big.”

I nodded, “I kind of figured.”

“How long you been adopted?” the girl, Sammy, asked me.

Looking over at her chunkier form, I figured she probably weighed as much as I did but was about nine inches shorter. “Three days…?”

“You’re newer than I am!” she replied. “How come your mommy isn’t at home taking care of you? She should have plenty of maternity leave?”

The disconnect between her romper, obvious diaper, and our conversation was significant.

“Her mommy wants her back at work today…” I replied.

“Oh… Rich mommy?” Gracie asked.

I nodded, “Yes… unfortunately.”

Layla shoved me before they could ask me anything more, “Play!”

Surprised by the shove, I watched her sister say, “Layla, you can’t push people! Mommy said no to that!”

“You baby, play!” Layla said to me.

Gracie nodded toward the doll and asked, “What do you want to play, Layla?”

She looked happy with that question, beginning to talk in words I could barely understand half of. She was just ‘teaching’ me how to push my baby in a stroller when she bent her knees and grunted. I could smell the diaper instantly, but she didn’t seem to care. Her sister Sammy sighed, stood up, and went into the same crouch. I watched as she grunted much more than her sister but was just as smelly.

I watched as she sat in it, and her sister grunted a bit more. Her friend Bella suddenly went to another group to play, while Layla looked like she was done and wanted to sit down like her sister did. Miss Crystal came by right then, though.

She made a show of sniffing, “Uh-oh, I smell a poopy pants!” She picked me up in the air, sniffed me, grabbed my diaper, and said, “It’s not this one.” She smiled and sat me down. I watched as she checked Gracie, who was also wet, and then the two sisters. She checked Sammy first, “A little poopy, but I know you can wait until your change. I’ll make sure your mommy knows you were a good girl in your diapee!”

I was surprised when she sat her right back down on the mess instead of taking her to change, “Must be you, huh?” she said as she tickled Layla. “Yep, you stinky!” She held her up and tickled her on the way to a changing table.

“What just happened?” I asked before thinking.

Sammy sighed, “What just happened is I was adopted in the hopes that my mommy could show my sister how to be a big girl. She hasn’t shown any interest in potty training, so she thought she needed a sister to show her the way… Anytime she has a poopy diaper, I have to have one to make her feel better about herself...”

“Why…?”

“Bigs are crazy?” She replied.

“No, I mean, why…?”

“Why didn’t she change her too?” Gracie asked, running a brush through her doll’s hair. “You want to potty-train a Big, so they change them right away. No sense in them sitting in it and learning to like the feeling of their messy diaper. A Little will never grow up, so there is no reason to change us immediately.”

I squirmed at that information. “How long…?” I asked.

She smirked, “Better get used to that one soon, baby boy… I mean, baby girl. What’s the story there?”

I sighed, “I had a choice; regressed, teeth, walking, as a boy, or be a ‘big girl’ and in Pull-Ups.”

“Wrong room for Pull-Ups?” she said to me.

“My procedure was stopped at the last minute by the courts.”

She looked at me more warily, “Why does some court care about you?”

I smiled, “I have friends…”

“Well, I doubt you get out of those wet diapees anytime soon, but I wish you luck. I’ve been in various daycares in diapers now for twenty-eight years… had a couple years as a big adult girl working a nice job, I guess. Still, now I know I’ll be in them until they put me in a grave.”

I was about to respond to that horrible truth when I heard, “Time to clean up, boys and girls! It’s circle time!”

Another lady appeared right then and came over to where we sat with Kristin, “Can you be big girls and help Miss Erin put away your dollies? Then you can show little Cammie what we all do for Circle Time?”

I nodded numbly at the treatment I knew was only just beginning. It was like herding cats as the three women gathered all fifteen of us up into a circle around the perimeter of the large floor rug. The two teachers and Miss Erin spread about the ring, and I found myself sitting on a colored carpet circle right next to Miss Crystal.

“Good morning, everyone!”

“Good morning, Miss Crystal!” All the voices except mine and the two Littles with pacifiers stuck in their mouths replied enthusiastically.

“Oh, we can do better than that, can’t we, Cammie?” She called me out. “Let’s try that again, class! Good morning everyone!” She said even more cheerily.

“Good morning, Miss Crystal,” I joined in to avoid further embarrassment.

“Now, class, today we have a new student; this is Cammie!” She said, leaning over and hugging me with one arm. “Everyone say, ‘Hi, Cammie!’”

I heard everyone respond to varying degrees. Several of the genuine babies seemed actually happy to see a new face. Most of the Littles were either faking enthusiasm or numbly following along.

“Now, since Cammie is new, we’ll have to teach her all about what we bunnies do, huh?” She said as I watched her smiling face. “So, first, let’s teach her our good morning song! Everyone, stand up!”

She sang all the lyrics, but Kristin and Miss Erin jumped in with an echo part we were supposed to say.

Good morning, good morning.

How are you today?

Good morning, good morning.

I’m happy; let’s play.

I felt a poke at my side from Gracie when I didn’t join in on the second one and figured I should at least try to join in. Like an elementary kid in the choir who didn’t know the song, I tried to do my best. Fortunately, she did that first set of lines twice, so I could sing the second time.

Stretch up, stretch down.

Spin your head, turn around.

Move your shoulders up and down.

Stretch your arms and turn around.

She and the other teachers led us in the stretches, and obviously, they were intended to get the wiggles out of the genuine little ones. For my part, I felt things crackle as I did them since I was not exactly the picture of someone exercising recently! They moved back into the chorus twice, which I had figured out by then.
 

Good morning, good morning.

How are you today?

Good morning, good morning.

I’m happy; let’s play.
 

“Yeah, let’s play!” she and the other teachers clapped and set off the actual babies, and then the Littles followed along. “What a great little singer you are, Cammie!” She said as she had everyone sit down.

“Thanks,” I blushed and knew I wasn’t!

“Now that we’ve said good morning, let’s all introduce ourselves!” she said with a smile. “Say your name and whether you’re a boy or a girl!” She smiled at me.

‘Bitch…’ I thought to myself. ‘Likely if I were to answer truthfully, I’d get in trouble… if I say I’m a girl, it’ll be another thing…’

She started, “My name is Miss Crystal, and I am a Girl!”

She nudged the girl next to her, who was a genuine toddler, “My name is Emma, and I am a girl!”

The next girl was the one who had been playing by herself, “Olivia, can you say your name?” Miss Kristin asked her.

“Livia,” she said.

“And she’s just a cute wittle girl, huh?” Miss Crystal said and reached over to tickle her. On and on it went as I was introduced to the seven Big toddlers, seven Littles, which was now made up of nine girls if you included me, and six boys.

Finally, it returned to me, “Can you finish it off?” Miss Crystal asked me.

I debated but decided both options sucked; one would probably result in more punishment. “Hi, my name is Cammie, and I am a… girl.” I managed to get out.

“And what a good little girl too!” She said with a smile to me and hugged me again.

I had no idea how long we were sitting in the circle singing songs, playing little games, clapping and jumping on command, learning our days of the week, making faces on how we felt, and more before she finally said, “Okay, boys and girls! It’s snack time now! Let’s line up, and Miss Kristin will give you your snack!”

I realized one of them had gotten up and begun heating up bottles and things while we were doing ‘circle time.’ I waited my turn in line and went pee in the diaper again. “Oh, let’s see what you get, Cammie,” Kristin said as she looked at a tablet. “Looks like you’re still a special baby girl who gets her mommy’s special milk, huh?”

I dumbly nodded as she handed me the large bottle that had been warmed, knowing by the label that it was mine. Everyone was sitting at some short tables in one corner of the room eating grapes, cheerios, or other snack foods, or most of the Littles and little Olivia were lying on the carpet drinking their bottles. I found myself a place next to a girl named Taylor, who looked to be about twenty. I looked at the bottle for a moment, and she said, “It sucks, doesn’t it,” in a quiet voice.

I nodded, “Yeah, it does… How long for you?”

“Two months… I volunteered when I was about to demerit out from Emerson.” She motioned to stick the bottle in her mouth, and I followed suit but didn’t start drinking right away.

“Why don’t you make yourself more comfy and lie down?” Miss Crystal said to me as she pushed me down. “After that, baba, we’ll see about changing you into a new diapee too.”

I nodded and tentatively took a suckle from the bottle. This was the first time I had Addison’s milk outside of directly nursing it from her. To my delight, it tasted the same, even though the temperature wasn’t quite right. Now that I had the taste on my tongue, I couldn’t help but nurse faster on the bottle. As I did so, I needed to pee some more and could feel another growing need.

I was kind of groggy as I began sucking at an empty bottle. I tilted it a couple ways trying to get more out, and Miss Crystal noticed. “Aww… did you need more milk?”

I just stared at her and shrugged.

“I’ll get you another bottle later, sweetie, you’re clearly new to it, but I’m surprised you’re still awake with that much. Your mommy sent you a big bottle!”

She tickled my stomach then and said, “Why don’t you walk over to the story time corner with everyone else? Miss Kristin is going to tell you all a story!”

I sighed but stood up and let her take my bottle from me. I saw a few pillows spread about the area and walked towards one. I was about to sit down and prop myself on it when I felt the urge build again. Taking a peek at poor Mikee with his locking pacifier and very stinky diaper, I decided holding it wasn’t a good idea. I assumed the squat position that seemed necessary for me to go and pushed.

I blushed as I realized at least ten pairs of eyes were watching me as I pushed a huge load into the diaper. I could feel it curl and begin to squish against my skin as it ran out of space before the thick padding. When I was done, I panted a little bit and looked up to see the biggest boy other than me, Lucas, say, “Cammie stinks; she poopied!”

“Yes, she did, huh?” She approached him instead of me, “She’s a stinky baby, just like you, huh?” She tickled him and carried him to the circle, “We’ll change both of your stinky butts after storytime. Sit down, crisscross applesauce, boys and girls!”

‘I hate her…’ I thought as I sat down in the mess. I could feel it ooze around my bottom, and the stickiness of it and knowing what it was, made it all the worse!

‘Why isn’t she changing him? Didn’t Gracie say they changed Bigs normally right away?’ As Kristin opened up the storybook she was using, I took a better look at Lucas. He was the oldest of any of the actual babies in the room, probably well over four if I had to guess. Then I remembered kids had to be potty-trained to go to Preschool. ‘Why is he here…?’

Kristin held up a book and began telling a story about a butterfly… Her storytelling impressed me, but that didn’t change my fear of her or that Addison’s milk was beginning to strike me.

I switched from sitting to lying down and must have fallen asleep midway through the story.

 
 

Chapter 44: Tag!
 

I WOKE UP, being carried by Kristin to the changing table. One look at her face that close scared me, and I involuntarily squirmed. “Shhh… It’s okay, baby,” she cooed at me. “You took a nice nap during story time; we just need to change your poopy pants now.”

‘I fell asleep with shit in my diaper?’ I worried. The breastmilk hadn’t made me lose my continence so far, but it still seemed to have the sedative effect I knew most Littles dealt with. Looking around the room, I could see more of the genuine babies up and moving than the Littles. ‘I wonder if it’s because every Little had a bottle full of their mommy’s milk…?’

“Here, suck on your paci,” she told me and inserted what I hoped was one of my ordinary pacifiers that she clipped onto my outfit. “This is such an adorable outfit!” She said to me quietly as she laid me on the table, “Your mommy has great tastes! If you were just a bit younger, I’d set up some play dates with my Littles. You’re much too big for them, though.”

I just stared at her sleepily, hoping no communication was the safest thing. She took a strap and went across my chest before saying, “Your mommy said you don’t need extra restraints. Is that true?”

“I’m a good girl, Miss Kristin,” I said, “I don’t move…”

“Well, we’ll see, won’t we!”

There was a gleam in her eye that was slightly different, and I was getting more nervous about being under her care then. My gut reaction was that as sweet as she pretended to be at times, she was one of the ‘bad’ ones. Especially given what I’d seen happen to Tyler…

‘Of course, I’m in his situation now…’ I sighed as she undid the crotch snaps of the outfit and gave the pacifier a suck. ‘I never really saw the point in these before, but as long as they’re not the expanding ones, they’re not terrible…’ I thought as she pushed the outfit up to my armpits and began tickling me.

“Stop…” I cried around the pacifier while giggling.

“Shh…” She told me. “I’ll have to remember you’re a loud giggler.”

I sat still as she gathered gloves and placed them on her hands. A diaper from my diaper bag sat beside me, and she tore the tapes off of the diaper. “Wow! What a big stinky from such a pretty little girl!” She cooed. “Most new kids have to have help to use their diapees here, but you just pooped like a champ right away! Good girl!”

I genuinely believed she thought my pooping this diaper was the height of my success in life right then, and it made me want to scream. ‘Just bide your time…’ I reminded myself.

“Guess we have a little surprise in your diaper, huh?” She whispered in my ear before shoving my legs back to my face.

When Addison had done this, she had been very gentle; with Kristin, she just shoved, and my back popped as she pushed. ‘Great, the last thing I need is a broken back…’ I thought.

“Oh baby, you must not be stretching enough! We’ll work on that later!”

‘What does that mean?’ I wondered.

She used several wipes on my butt before returning and placing the new diaper underneath me. She dropped another wipe on top of my genitals while gathering some baby lotion and spreading it on my body. It was a very babyish scent that was calming, but I hoped it was the stuff from my bag, not something with regressive qualities.

She seemed to spend some extra time pushing it into places I wasn’t comfortable being touched, and I wondered what was the line where I could get her on assault? ‘I’ve never really explored that case law that deeply,’ I admitted. What cases I could think of probably would be in her favor as she would say she was just caring for the baby… Unfortunately, her attention had me standing at attention as she went to put the new diaper on.

“Aww… does someone have a little crush on me?” she teased.

Suddenly I felt pain as she flicked my part hard with her fingers, and it went down as I cried, “Oww!”

“Don’t worry, sweetie, you’ll get used to me… or your mommy will take care of things. I need to read your file during lunch and figure out your story. Was this your choice to be a little girl, and your mommy is helping you become the little princess you’ve always wanted to be?”

I shook my head.

“Ah, so punished then?”

I shook my head, “Not really…?”

“Well, we’ll see what it says. Keep in mind lying to me is not a good thing.”

“I made Grandma mad,” I told her. “Mommy adopted me instead of me going to an orphanage like the judge wanted.”

“That’s so sweet! But that sounds like you were bad, doesn’t it?” I shook my head, “Well, we’ll see if that’s the truth, huh?”

She snapped the crotch of the playsuit closed again and made sure the ruffles on the leg cuffs were just right. Her actions sent weird signals to my brain, making it more challenging to deal with her ‘care.’ Fortunately, there were others to change, so I was soon off to be with my fellow inmates.

I noticed a few of them had gotten toys out, but most of the Littles had just found a nice comfy spot to sit down. I understood why a moment later when one of those ridiculous ropes with rings on it was brought out. I felt my stomach twist as I thought of the times I’d seen Beth, Meg, Laura, and all of the Littles I’d known being pulled along one of those. Now I would be too…

“Come on, Cammie, let’s grab a ring!” Bella said to me helpfully. At less than three years of age, she was only eight inches shorter than me! She successfully pulled me to the loop, and I grabbed onto one of the rings, wondering how much snot and other nasty things had been on it since they had sterilized it last…

“Okay, class, let’s go outside and play!” she said.

‘Oh…’ I thought to myself. Kristin held the front ring, while it looked like Miss Crystal had the back ring, with all fifteen of us walking between them. ‘This feels like it might be one of the most humiliating things yet…’ They led us past the crawler and infant rooms she’d pointed out down the hallway and turned left at the end into a shorter hallway that led outside.

I found myself in a large outdoor playground with at least another class or two of toddlers present. Many toddler swings, see-saws, slides, sand, and playhouse areas seemed to be set up. “Now, all of you go have fun and play!” Miss Crystal said. When we stopped at a certain point, the others released the rings.

“Come on!” Gracie said in an excited voice that seemed very wrong for her age.

She led me to a play structure with a slide, a little covered area, a set of steering wheels, and a tic-tac-toe rolling board. “So…” she said as she directed me to start a game with her. “What exactly is your connection to Kristin?”

“Connection?”

“I saw the look in your eyes when you saw her? I could also see you shaking as she changed you. Don’t blame you on that; she’s the worst here…”

I shrugged, “I went to high school with her?”

“Oh… that hasn’t happened to me in a while, but it did some when I was younger. Those adults make the worst babysitters…”

I sighed, “It’s going to be worse than that when she figures it out.”

“Why?”

“Well, the last time I saw her was in the mall back home about ten years ago. She was pushing a stroller that held a friend of mine, who used to be a boy but was in a dress and a diaper… I might have told her what I thought of her.”

She giggled, “This may be the best drama I’ve seen in a few years. Talk about irony,” she said, motioning to the clothes. “What’s with the getup anyway?”

I sighed, “My ‘mommy’ is obsessed with bubble rompers? I really don’t know. She decided if she dressed me more babyish, I might get picked on less?”

“Not a terrible plan.”

“So… like, what do you do all day here?”

She sighed, “Play ‘baby?’”

“You’re not regressed, though?”

“Most of us here aren’t in the toddler room. Occasionally, we’ll have to mix with a crawler group for something – they’re much more regressed. And, of course, the infant rooms are the worst…”

“Anyone in the preschool rooms?”

She nodded, “I think there’s like sixty Littles in the preschool rooms and two or three in the Pre-K rooms. We only see them during lunches, so it’s hard to say for certain. The ones that are in the preschool rooms don’t usually stay there.”

“Down here?”

She nodded, “Demotion to diapers or Pull-Ups means back to toddler classes. That even happens to the Big children, who are more stubborn. That’s what happened to Lucas.”

“He’s an inch taller than me and almost as heavy, I’m guessing… I can’t believe he’s a toddler?”

She shook her head, “He’s about four-and-a-half. He came back to our class last week after messing a couple Pull-Ups. They made a big deal about telling him he was back to being in the baby classes… Must have really strict parents; they usually at least put those kids in the potty-training rooms.”

I nodded at that.

“Psst, teachers are coming!” I heard a whisper. Immediately after, a hand touched me, “Tag, you’re it!”

Gracie started running away.

“No fair!” I said and began running after her. Somehow in an instant, a game of tag was started to apparently cover up our adult conversation. By the end of our playtime, I learned that there were some specific rules to deal with the Bigs in charge, including never being busted for being ‘too big for our diapers.’ I also figured out that across the four classes that were out in our recess time, Gracie was the ‘old woman in charge’ of the Littles. It seemed kind of like she was a gang leader in a prison… They seemed to both respect and fear her, and I could see staying on good terms with her was a winning proposition.

Eventually, we heard some whistles, and I could tell they wanted us to return to line up. Many of the Littles were regressed entirely, but more were helping their actual toddler ‘friends’ get back there. ‘So, Littles help these daycare workers out…?’ I couldn’t help but think. ‘Enslaved babies doing free labor!’ I shook my head.

I noticed it wasn’t all of them, though. Taylor, the girl in mittens that morning, was pouting and grabbing onto the ring already on the line. She’d been let out of the mittens apparently for good behavior. Still, the locking pacifier looked to be back in place. Thinking about her pacifier made me remember that I let mine drop on the leash earlier, so I put it back into my mouth as I approached. Bigs always seemed to like Littles, who used them without complaints. ‘A Little is better seen than heard…’ I remember someone once telling a kid in my high school geometry class. That teacher had brought a pacifier from home and used it on the poor girl who was yelled at for whispering to her friend instead of listening to her.

I soon found myself being led back to our room, where we were all taken to a pair of sinks and had our hands washed by one of the two teachers. ‘Can’t even wash our own hands now?’ I thought as Miss Crystal rubbed soap on my hands and held them in the water. Once everyone’s hands were washed, we lined up at the three changing tables for diaper checks. I stood in the line as a couple were stinky and changed, but everyone else was lined up on the rope line and taken to the cafeteria.

It was an odd cafeteria… I should have expected it to be like a school with nearly five-hundred ‘students’ in this daycare. Half of it reminded me of an elementary cafeteria with low round tables around long rectangular tables that folded up. Depending on their classes, I could see the ‘big’ kids were over there in their Pull-Ups and big kid pants. We were led instead to the other side of the room, which seemed intended for the kids in need of high chairs still. There were rows of these arc tables with four plastic kids’ seats inset into them. Miss Crystal surprised me when she suddenly picked me up, sat me down inside one of the spots, and then used a black nylon seat belt to buckle me in. Layla ended up next to me and her sister on the other side of her. With two of the tables put together, it made a half-circle of up to eight kids that each teacher needed to watch. My group was supervised by Miss Crystal, who placed down trays in front of us with some chicken nuggets, fries, and peas.

I made a face at the peas and definitely planned to eat them last until I caught a gesture from Gracie, who was eating them first. I made a face, but she mouthed, ‘Eat them first’ pretty emphatically.

I sighed, knowing that someone like that was worth listening to. I used the little spork spoon to put a few peas on and started eating them. I made a face after eating a spoonful. They were mushy, bland, and... just disgusting! I wasn’t stupid, though, so I kept forcing them in.

Right then, I discovered why it was a good idea.

“Taylor, sweetie, eat your peas!” Kristin told her.

“Miss Kristin, they’re yucky!”

“Taylor, you need to eat your peas,” I could hear a warning tone in her voice.

“No, they’re nasty and overcooked!” Taylor said.

I saw Gracie shake her head.

“Well, maybe you’re just not ready for big girl peas yet?” Kristin said. “I’ll be right back!” I saw she took a plate that still had half the nuggets and fries on it.

I watched curiously as Kristin walked over to a countertop area on the side and messed around momentarily before returning. Soon it was like watching a train wreck as she put a bib on her and began feeding her a jar of pureed peas. “Open up for the airplane!”

Poor Taylor tried everything to avoid eating them, but Kristin held her nose until she opened her mouth. As Taylor inevitably opened her mouth to breathe, she aggressively shoved a spoonful in. The dam broke then as the poor woman cried and accepted mouthful after mouthful of the disgusting puree. I definitely appreciated the nuggets and fries way more after that! Even though they were missing sauce and soggy, at least they were solid!

By the time I’d returned to the room, I had used my diaper a couple times between the playground and lunch, so I figured I’d get a change like everyone else. When I got to the front of Kristin’s line, though, she felt my diaper and said, “Oh, Sweetie, you’re good to go; definitely don’t need a change yet! Your diaper can hold a lot more pee-pee than that!”

I looked at her in disbelief, sure it was about to the leaking point. Then, she leaned over, “I thought you looked familiar, but it wasn’t until I read your record that I figured it out! Cameron, I see no reason to change the diaper of someone who decided to call me a bitch. Funny how someone who judged me about getting my perfect baby girl is now one himself, huh?”

I was speechless and nervous about what else she might do to me.

She patted me on the diaper and said, “Make sure you get your special baba from Miss Crystal before naptime!”

My mouth opened around the pacifier to speak out, but my brain kicked in, and I turned to go over to get that bottle. “May I please have my bottle?” I asked her.

“Oh, such a polite big girl with your questions!” Miss Crystal said to me. “How about we try it the bunny way, though! Just say, ‘Baba pwease.’”

‘So, grammar is supposed to go…’ I sighed, “Baba, pwease, Miss Crystal.”

“How could I ever say no to those beautiful eyes?” She handed me the bottle with my name and said, “Miss Jenny, would you find that new nap mat for our new baby girl?”

I followed her to the floor and realized they must have pushed some extra staff over there to help prepare for nap time. A fourth woman was helping out, a bit shorter than the other Bigs; she was still probably ten feet tall. She was a rather large woman in different ways, though, and the hug she gave me as she showed me the foldable nap mat felt like it would crush me. “Now, there you go! Do you have a stuffie in your cubby?”

I nodded, “Yes.”

“Let me get it for you…” she said, reappearing with Rings a moment later. “Here you go; what’s its name?”

“Her name is Rings,” I told her.

She smiled, “Cute!” She spread out a blanket I recognized that Addison had packed that morning on top of me a minute later and said, “Now drink your baba and close your eyes!”

Knowing there was no other option that didn’t probably land me in the crawler room in a crib, I pulled out the pacifier and put in the nipple of the bottle. I took a sip. ‘This doesn’t taste the same,’ I thought. I took another sip, ‘did this go bad…?’

I opened my eyes and saw Kristin smirking at me.

‘Shit!’ I thought. I debated telling someone the bottle tasted off, but I figured it wouldn’t kill me – and it probably wouldn’t be optional if I stopped drinking it. Instead, I gave her a ‘kiss my ass’ glare and nursed it, knowing I would not like the effects on my body of whatever she had put inside it!
 
 

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