In-Between Chapters 45 and 46 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 45: Volcanoes
 

THE LONGER I nursed on the bottle, the sleepier I became. The next thing I knew was a voice beside me crying, “Eeew! Miss Crystal! She’s stinky poopy!!!”

I shook my head and looked for the source of a god-awful stench I could smell. Then I sat up and realized I knew what had been in that bottle!

“Oh wow,” Miss Crystal said as she picked me up awkwardly, “This is a full-on blowout, sweetie…”

I woke up some more and realized a blowout meant I had shit running down my legs as she carried me, still holding onto Rings, who seemed to have ended up a casualty too. As she sat me down on the table, I realized it had somehow squeezed its way up the back of my diaper and up my back too… It was disgusting, and I just wanted to scream! She carefully took Rings from me, “I’ll try and clean her up for you so you can take her home later…” Kristin looked at me and smirked before changing her expression to a concerned one, “Miss Crystal, do you need me to grab her backup outfits out of her bag for you?”

“Would you please, dear?” She shook her head, “This is the worst blowout I’ve seen in years… you didn’t tell me you gave her a suppository?”

“I didn’t…”

“Hmm…” she said. “That’s kind of odd then; I swear this had to be caused by laxatives. I’ll have to talk to her mom later. If this is normal for her, she will need crawler diapers to contain this kind of mess…”

I wanted to open my mouth to speak up, but I was still in shock. I sat very still as Miss Crystal gloved up and laid me down on the changing table that she had laid some extra paper down first.

“We’re going to have to take this off in reverse, Sweetie,” she told me.

“Huh?”

“We’ll pull it down your bottom,” she told me.

I tried to help her maneuver my shoulder out of the outfit’s top on one side, then the other, as she pulled it down my legs.

The onesie was probably forever stained from all of the liquid poop that ran down onto it. My tall caretaker placed it in a bag before sighing and undoing the diaper. The next eternity was made up of her wiping me off with baby wipes on every surface of my back, all the way down to my toes, to get the disgusting yellowish-brown stains off my skin. I still felt disgusting as she taped the new diaper shut, but at least I was better.

“Did you find her outfits, Miss Kristin?” she asked.

“I couldn’t find anything in her bag… It’s just diapers and some bottles? A few toys?”

“Hmm… I swear I saw extra outfits in Cammie’s bag earlier. Are you sure?”

“I am. Do you want one of the spare outfits?”

Miss Crystal sighed and shrugged, “It’s that, or only she runs around in only her diapee for the rest of the day.”

As Kristin brought over the new outfit, I realized I wasn’t sure which was worse! It was a light pink shirt with a black sketch of a volcano coming out of a diaper. ‘Explosive Pooper!’ it said on top and then had ‘Blowout’ in an obnoxious font at the bottom like some sort of action movie poster. The ‘Changing Tikes’ logo was off to the left side of the design just to ensure you knew where I’d exploded a diaper…

I was quickly dressed in the obnoxious onesie and told, “All clean now! Why don’t you go play with your friends now?”

I sighed but went to find a friendly face. On my way to where Gracie sat next to the regressed Alexis, I saw Miss Erin scrubbing the nap mat I had used while gagging. ‘Kristin should be the one cleaning that up…’ I couldn’t help but think.

Gracie gave me a sympathetic look, “First blowout?”

“Since middle school.”

“Your mommy didn’t send you extra outfits?”

“She did… two or three of them actually. I’m guessing Kristin intentionally lost them after she spiked my bottle.”

She nodded, “Be careful with her; that could be dangerous if you have those too many times.”

“Yeah, they already threatened me with crawler diapers…”

She wrinkled her nose, “You do not want to wear those.”

For the next half-hour, I joined her and Alexis in coloring. Gracie quickly did one sheet she had just scribbled on – it looked exactly like Alexis’ that she concentrated on while sticking her tongue out of her mouth. Then I noted Gracie turned the page in her coloring book and began an incredibly detailed page. She seemed to pay attention to shading, added details not included in the blank lines, and genuinely made art with the crappy crayons. I was so enthralled in watching her work and Alexis with her regressed motions and behavior that I did a pretty terrible job on my own page of a teddy bear.

“Super pooper - that looks just like a three-year-old colored it, good job!” Kristin approached me and said while Gracie flipped back to her scribbled page. “I didn’t think you’d be able to do that well! Someday maybe you can even be an artist when you grow up!”

I looked at her, “Thank you, Miss Kristin. I’m just a little baby; I wouldn’t expect to do better than this, huh?”

“Nope! But not as wrong as Miss Gracie.” She grabbed the book from her and flipped to the beautifully done page. I couldn’t believe she had created that in crayon. “This is all wrong, Gracie!” She told her, grabbed an ugly brown crayon, and scribbled it all over the page. “There you go, that’s how it’s supposed to look.”

“Thank you, Miss Kristin,” Gracie said, even as I could see her murderous expression.

She smirked at her before turning back to me. “Well, now I came here because I’m supposed to take you to your special therapy appointment!”

‘Special therapy appointment?’ I wondered nervously. “Therapy?”

“Yes, we do that for our special little ones who may have some extra special big feelings to deal with!”

She grabbed the coloring book from me and tore the page out, “Let’s put this with your bag so your mommy can hang it on the refrigerator tonight!”

I said nothing more as she grabbed my hand and began leading me out of the room. We walked past the cafeteria and towards the opposite hallway I’d been told was for the big kids earlier by Miss Crystal. I was even more self-conscious of the embarrassing onesie as we passed a class of Pre-K kids taller than me heading opposite our playground. “All the big boys and girls have their own special playground over there!” Kristin cooed at me.

I didn’t respond but heard a snicker from one of the taller kids as I passed. “That baby must have pooped his diaper so much it exploded and made him wear girly clothes!”

I kept my eyes moving forward and ignored the kid, but I couldn’t help but feel stung by that comment! A quick look at the boy showed me that he was nearly a foot taller than me – and it didn’t make me feel better in the slightest that he was so young! I didn’t know how to feel about the recognition of me being a male for the first time by a kid, either. She walked me past rooms of the Pre-K, Preschool classes, and then as we got towards the front of the building by the offices, we came to a ‘Therapy Wing.’ Pictures on the walls were a mix of babyish and slightly more kindergarten themes, I guessed, to make all of the ‘kids’ feel welcome.

“Well, let’s get you to your special appointment!” Kristin smiled, “I’m sure it’ll help you change your whole life!”

I saw a nameplate above the door but didn’t get a chance to read it before being ushered inside a large room with soft mats, couches, childhood-sized furniture, and a convenient changing table. I noticed off to the side a TV and a Little’s highchair facing it.

My stomach churned at knowing what that usually meant in a place like this.

“Well, hi there! You must be Cammie!” the woman said as she approached me.

I looked at her; something about her seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place it. She looked a bit older than me, enough so I wouldn’t have been in undergrad with her or high school. Her brown hair was cut to a bit above shoulder length, and she looked to be another of these overweight mommy types. ‘Mommy…’ triggered the thought. She was Meg’s freshman nest mother!

“Hi,” I said as I thought through all of that.

“I’m Doctor Dannigan,” she told me, “You can just call me Doc, though!” She smiled at me, and it almost felt genuine. Turning her gaze above me, “You may go, Kristin; I’ve got the princess from here.”

“Behave!” Kristin said towards me before leaving and closing the door.

“Have you been misbehaving for her?”

I shook my head, “She has a grudge against me from ten years ago…” I said, suddenly wondering if I should talk freely around her. ‘Probably not.

“That sounds interesting. Do you want to talk about it?”

I looked at her, “So you can tell her or someone else…?” I shook my head, “Why am I here?”

“Well, first of all, I can see that Addy finally decided to become your mommy – I figured that was a matter of time. Which means that you are now an adopted Little?”

I shrugged, “I guess… That’s still up in the air right now?”

“We’ll talk about that in a second, sweetie. I serve as Changing Tikes Little counselor. Here they understood that even though you might be a Little, you might still have Big feelings you need to talk about. My job is to let you do so in a safe way.”

“And then what? Go tell my teachers? My mommy? The LPS people wanting to support their Maturosis case?”

She shook her head, “In a lot of places, that would be the case, but here I promise you what we talk about will stay between us for the most part. I may tell your mommy you’re concerned about something, but I won’t tell her what you said. Same thing with your teachers…”

“So why talk? It might just get me into trouble…?”

“If something isn’t harmful, I’m not out there to get you. If you were planning to try and kill yourself or harm someone, that would be a different thing.”

I sighed, “Okay, what do you want to talk about?”

“Well, first, why don’t we have a seat over there,” she said, pointing to some couches. She let me climb up on my own and took an adjacent chair. “So… you graduated from Emerson, then what?”

I looked at her with an eye raised and debated about saying much…

“Well, I went to Harlan Law School…” I told her about Law School, Beth’s disappearance – without information on our indiscretions, my family’s many quick deaths, and the last few days since getting railroaded by the judge. “So yeah…”

She looked at me with a genuinely surprised expression on her face. “So, the only reason you’re here…”

“Because of a bad judge. Things are on appeal; hopefully, I’ll be freed in two weeks.”

“What then?”

“Then I go back to practicing law, I hope, and standing up for the rights of Littles that have been trampled on.”

“And if it doesn’t go your way?”

“You mean I’m stuck this way?”

She nodded.

“Well… I guess I’d better get used to peeing sitting down.”

“You can do that standing up in your diapees even as a girl, you know.”

I shrugged, “I’m hoping Addison goes back to our original deal then, which would mean training pants.”

“Here?”

“Maybe?”

“You already have someone messing with you today,” she said, motioning to the embarrassing onesie I was wearing. “That’ll be worse if you’re wearing Pull-Ups.”

“Probably,” I agreed.

“Well, Cameron, I mean Cammie, I know you’ve been stuck with a tough hand here. I know it will be rough for you to get used to your new life, but…” she extended a bit here, “I think this might be an opportunity for you too.”

I snorted, “What opportunity?”

“To heal? You’ve been through more in the past few years than most people go through in decades. You probably should be seeing someone like me even if you manage to overturn that ruling. Being taken care of by Addy and others could help you heal if you’ll let it.”

I looked at her like she was nuts but shrugged, “Maybe…”

“Well, this is all the time we have today. I will make sure I see you again in a few days if you’re here daily. If you’re not back right away, I’ll leave a note for them to make a place in my schedule to see you whenever possible.”

I felt strangely okay with our talk and said, “Okay… Thanks.”

“You’re welcome! Now let me see, there should be a helper outside…”

She was correct; a teenager with ‘volunteer’ on her badge was waiting outside. “Hi Mia, this is Cammie. Can you make sure you get her back to her room? She’s a little bunny in Miss Crystal’s room.”

I looked up at the not-quite-as-tall and very young-looking Big. She wore short shorts and a cheerleading shirt from one of the local high schools. “Hi, Cammie; let’s get you back to class with the other cute bunnies, okay?” Holding out her hand.

She was a chatterbox as we walked, and she said, “How about we skip back the rest of the way? Wouldn’t that be fun?!?”

‘Should she be the one in the diapers…?’ I couldn’t help but think as I was coerced into skipping back to the room.

She opened the door and said, “Miss Crystal, I have a special someone back here for you!”

“Oh, thank you, Mia! Would you mind checking her diaper really quick before you go? We’re all knee-deep in paint right now…”

I looked, and the other ‘kids’ were all fingerpainting right then. During my moment of distraction, she wasted no time feeling the front of my diaper. “She’s all dry still, Miss Crystal.”

“Okay, thanks, Mia!”

“Cammie would you like…?” she was about to say, but another knock came on the door as soon as it closed.

“Miss Crystal, they’re here to pick up Cammie Harris?”

“Right there,” she said, pointing towards me and walking over. “That’s her diaper bag there, her stuffie – I managed to get Rings clean for you, Cammie – and please let her mommy know there is a Ziploc in there that she wants to open and clean as soon as she gets home.”

“Will do!”

The new girl was another volunteer – a bit taller but just as happy and smiling. She held her hand out to me, “Ready to go see your mommy?”

I nodded. “Bye, Miss Crystal, Miss Kristin,” I said and happily left the damn room!

When I arrived back at the front desk, Addison was standing there. Her face started with a smirk; the onesie was funny, I guess, if you weren’t the one wearing it. The next moment her face turned to a frown.

“Why are you wearing that?” She asked me as I and my bag were passed over to her.

“Oh, we give those onesies out when a baby has a diaper blowout and no other clothes. You may keep it as a souvenir.” The secretary answered before I could think of how to approach it.

“But I did leave clothes…” she said. She dug through the diaper bag that was there and saw there were none. “What happened?” she asked me.

“Not here…?” I tried to say. With the secretary hovering there, I was too nervous, to be honest.

“Of course, you’re right. I’d like to see Doctor Chester, please?” she told her.

“Umm… the Director is available by appointment only…”

“Tell her my name is Addison Harris. That will suffice for an appointment.” There was a forceful venom in her voice that I had seldom heard from her over the years. ‘She’s smart enough to figure it out… what will she do?’

“Umm… I’m sorry… but…”

“Call her now!”

“Yes, ma’am,” she said.

After a few hushed minutes of muttering later, a brown-haired woman just a few inches shorter than Addison came in. “Hi, I’m Doctor Wendy Chester, the Director of Changing Tikes. How may I help you?” she started.

 
 

Chapter 46: Big Blowouts
 

“I’M ADDISON HARRIS,” she said. I noted the recognition in her eyes and figured we were on the right track for whatever she was doing. “And...? I’m not sure yet, but I want to please go to your office and figure this out there?”

“Umm…”

“Please?”

“Sure…” she said.

“First, would you please pull up Cammie’s record for entry and all of the notes? There’s a big one in specific that’s supposed to be flagged?”

“No physical modifications of any kind?”

“Yes, and there’s another one I also made sure was apparent?”

“No enemas or laxatives without mother’s explicit authorization?”

“That’s the other one. Now, let me hear what happened?” She turned to me. “Why are you dressed in that? You haven’t eaten anything funny and have had all solid stools so far?”

I sighed, “I think Miss Kristin spiked my bottle with something.”

“Why would she do that?” Doctor Chester asked.

“We went to high school together, and shortly after she graduated, I saw her at a mall with one of my best friends - he was a Little. She had claimed him after graduation, turned him into a girl, and then regressed him to a one-year-old at best. I told her what I thought of that at the time.”

“Did you say anything aggressive or rude to her today?”

I shook my head, “I know better than that…”

“Who is this, Kristin?”

“She’s the assistant teacher in the room?”

“Hmm… You’re sure something was in your bottle?”

“Just before naptime, she checked my very soaked diaper and claimed it was dry when Miss Crystal asked her to check it and change me. She leaned over and told me she knew who I was… It was obvious to me Miss Kristin was still holding a grudge. She had set up the bottles to warm, and the bottle itself tasted wrong. I was about to point it out, but when she smirked as I drank it, I figured I was stuck already. I was knocked out much quicker by it than normal too. When I woke up, I had the most disgusting diaper on the planet stuck to my butt, and my outfit was completely ruined. Mommy, she lied too and said you hadn’t sent any spare clothes as she looked through my diaper bag.”

“You’re telling me the truth?”

“Have I ever lied to you?” I asked her as I gave her more of an adult glare.

“No, you haven’t…”

“Ma’am, you can’t honestly expect to believe a Little doesn’t lie?”

“You have nanny cameras in the classrooms to monitor them, correct?”

The woman gulped, “Yes?”

“Let’s review the footage… And when we confirm everything my baby girl just told me, we’ll call in this little witch and deal with her.”

“How about this… before we go through all that, may I call Miss Crystal to come to the front?”

“For?”

“To confirm Cammie’s story?”

She nodded, “I guess.”

“Give me just a moment…” she said as she walked out.

“What did you say to Kristin all those years ago?” Addison asked me with a smirk.

“Almost the same name you used, but with a different consonant?”

She squeezed me tight, “I’m not able to protect you from everything, but damned if I’m going to leave you somewhere and have you abused!”

We sat in her office for about ten minutes before Miss Crystal entered. “Oh, hi, Miss Harris. What can I do for you?”

“Help me deal with your teaching assistant poisoning my baby.”

“What…?”

“First of all, Miss Crystal,” Doctor Chester interrupted, “was Cammie any sort of discipline problem today?”

She shook her head, “No, she was the sweetest new baby girl I’ve seen in a while. Her mommy should be very proud of how good of a girl she was!”

“Well, that answers that part…” Doctor Chester seemed annoyed. “Did you know that Kristin knew Cammie before?”

She shook her head, “She didn’t mention it?”

“Did you see anything go on between the two of them?”

“I stay pretty busy… there’s a reason two of us are in there.”

“Can you think of any other questions?” She asked Addison.

“Miss Crystal, did you notice I had a wet diaper before nap time?”

She shrugged, “Honestly, I don’t remember looking too closely. I do remember telling Miss Kristin to change you, though?” She looked thoughtful, “She said you were dry…?”

“Were you?” Doctor Chester asked.

I shook my head, “No, I was worried it would leak. Who prepared the bottles before naptime?”

“Kristin always does that round…”

“Thank you, Miss Crystal. Would you please let Miss Kristin know she needs to come here now?”

“Umm… sure Doctor Chester…”

“I believe you,” Doctor Chester said to me. “What do you want?” she asked Addison.

“To punish her.”

“How?”

“Let’s see if she comes clean first? By the way, I think termination is a good start, but depending on what she says, that may not be enough.”

“I shouldn’t have you involved in personnel matters…”

Addison shook her head, “I’m one of the owners, and I’m on the Board of Directors; I can be here.”

“What? Since when?”

“Since I bought out forty percent of this daycare this morning and was placed on the board via a vote an hour ago.”

“I don’t know who you think…?”

“I’m Addison Harris.” She reminded her.

Before a verbal match could start, the secretary knocked, “Miss Kristin is here?”

“Send her in,” she told her with a sigh.

“Yes, Doctor Chester? Crystal said you wanted to see me?” she said as she came into the room, only then noticing Addison and me. “Why am I here?” she asked.

“Please have a seat, Miss Kristin.”

She moved the chair further from Addison and me and sat down. “I’m Addison Harris,” she introduced herself to Kristin, “And I have concerns about the care of my baby…”

“Umm… I don’t know what that little girl told you, but you know Littles can’t be trusted, right?”

Doctor Chester sighed, “Starting out like this certainly isn’t helping your case Kristin. You are accused of violating this mother’s requests not to physically harm her baby. Also, she insisted that we do not use any laxatives or suppositories without her parental authorization. She’s also quite sure that there is theft involved here too. Now I’m fully prepared to sift through an entire day’s worth of video from your classroom to corroborate the accusation, or you can save us the time and tell us what you did?” She shook her head, “This is the third complaint I’ve had about you this month.”

‘That was a dumb move to make from a legal standpoint…’ I thought, mentally jotting down the abusive incidents, they were willing to push things under the rug.

“Ma’am?” she said nervously.

“What did you put in my baby’s bottle?” Addison asked again. “I warn you, do not lie to me!”

Kristin visibly squirmed, and I got the feeling she realized she was now in some hot water. “It was just a dose of Little Go,” she told her. “If she’s on breastmilk, it won’t be long before it’s the same anyway…”

“Doctor Chester, that is, in fact, a laxative and a strong one! It also has significant side effects that could leave lingering issues for my baby!”

“I’m aware of that, Miss Harris. Kristin, did you read her information sheet?”

“No, ma’am, I didn’t have a chance?”

“Doctor Chester,” I said in my lawyer voice, “I object to that statement. It’s a lie – she told me that’s how she figured out who I grew up as.”

“Shut the hell up, you sniveling little freak!” she said. I watched her put her hand over her mouth suddenly.

“Well then, I think that settles that?” Addison said. “We can watch the video, but that’s enough to see she’s the problem? I’m certain she stole the clothes too.”

“Yes, Miss Harris, I do agree. You mentioned termination wasn’t enough?”

Addison looked thoughtful, “Can we have her wait outside for a moment?”

“What the hell do you think you’re in charge of here?” Kristin was going off-tilt some more.

“Well, I’m a part owner of the daycare for one,” she told her coolly.

Her eyes widened as she looked back at Addison to the director, “Ma’am?”

“Go wait outside; we’ll call you back when we’ve reached an agreement on a suitable penalty for you on behalf of Miss Harris and her daughter.”

“But…”

“Last chance, little girl,” Addison said with more venom.

I watched Kristin bolt up as Addison smiled like a predator, “I know exactly the punishment I want to dish out. I don’t want you to fire her, but I do want her moved to the Pre-K rooms… Let’s go talk here in the corner Doctor Chester.”

I was left sitting in the chair as they engaged in a whispered conversation. It was clear that Doctor Chester was not pleased with the option but decided it was fair. She called someone, and a large baby bottle of milk appeared, and another vial of something she added to the milk. I noticed my name was on the bottle…?

“Come back in, Kristin,” she told her. “Miss Harris has agreed to a condition that would let me not fire you. IF you want to keep your job, you’ll move to the Pre-K rooms as a roving aid.”

“But… My degree…?”

“Will be worthless anywhere else when she’s through with you,” she told her matter-of-factly.

“Is that it?”

“No, you need to drink this bottle too.”

“But that’s…”

“Breastmilk dear,” Addison smiled, “Breastmilk that is just as healthy as what you fed my baby this afternoon…”

She gulped, “Really, Doctor Chester?”

“You can choose to walk out too…”

I watched as she awkwardly reached for the bottle and began nursing from it. She was awkwardly fighting with getting the flow out for a while as the bottle looked much smaller in her hands than mine. The blush on her cheeks was immensely gratifying to watch grow, even as you could see her eyes watering and tracks forming from her mascara. Finally, she emptied the bottle to their satisfaction and looked even more embarrassed as she burped suddenly. “Excuse you, little girl,” Doctor Chester said, shaking her head, “Go back and bring us the spare clothes left in Cammie’s diaper bag by her mommy.”

“But…”

“I can still fire you…”

“Yes, ma’am…” she said nervously.

Even as she left, I heard a muffled fart…

“I trust this will put the matter behind us?” she asked Addison.

“As long as she didn’t do anything else that’s long-lasting, I consider it closed now. Or, I will when we have the clothes that she stole.”

“Fair enough,” she said and stood up. She walked to a side door of her office and gathered some things in some cloth, but I couldn’t exactly see what it was as Addison squeezed me tight and felt my diaper.

“Still dry for the moment, huh?”

I nodded, “I haven’t had that much to drink today…?”

She looked in the bag, pulled out a sealed bottle of Plapple juice, and poured it into a clean bottle. “Here, sweetie, drink this while we wait for your clothes…”

I had about half of the contents down when I heard sobbing. Addison stood with me, holding the bottle to my lips, when I almost dropped it at the sight before me.

“Whoa…” I said involuntarily around the nipple while smirking.

In front of me was the most glorious sight of justice I had ever thought to see in my life! The bitch who had abused Tyler, other Littles, and now me - she definitely had her moment of shame coming. She was carrying my missing clothes, which she awkwardly handed to Addison as she shifted from foot to foot, making faces.

“My, my, my,” Addison said as she took them, “Doctor Chester, I believe this young lady isn’t quite ready for her big girl panties yet…”

“I think you’re probably right, Miss Harris. Miss Kristin, what happens if a child at Changing Tikes pees their big girl panties?”

“Ma’am?”

“Answer the question, Kristin.”

“They… they get put back into Pull-Ups, ma’am, for at least three days.”

“If they wet one of those that day?”

“A week of Pull-Ups…”

“And if they make pee-pee in their big-girl pants a third time?”

“They go back to diapees until their mommy says it’s okay to try again? At least three weeks, though?”

“Uh-huh, very good. Now back up to what happens if a wittle girl poopies her big girl panties…?”

She sniffled, “Ma’am?”

“I won’t ask again!”

“They go back to diapers right away for at least the next three days… and get to try again with the potty and training panties if their mommy lets them?”

“That’s correct, and right now, you’re that little girl, huh?” She said in a cooing voice.

She shook her head, “Ma’am, it’s only because there was…”

“There were plenty of bathrooms around; you could have sat in one for a bit…?”

“But…”

“Tell me, who uses their panties as a potty like that?”

“Uh…”

“Who? I won’t ask again,” she asked with some venom.

“Ba…bies…”

“Babies, huh? And that’s all you are probably?”

“No, ma’am…”

“Well, regarding the potty, I think you are for at least a few days. Now lay down on this changing mat so I can get you into your diapee. If I even let you try to grow up again to big girl panties, it’ll be based on your behavior from here on out.”

I thought she would refuse with the look on her face, but instead, a trickle of urine escaped her and ran down her legs.

Doctor Chester tutted at her and pushed her down to the changing mat, “Only babies leave messes like that on my floor. I think that’s settled that it’ll be at least three weeks before we try again…”

I watched as she pushed her dress up off her head, revealing sizable breasts covered with a nursing bra. I watched the train wreck as she cut off the panties with scissors and cleaned up the mess. Addison seemed just as inclined to be an audience, “My, my, my, she even cleaned up down there. I think this isn’t the only time she’s been in diapers Doctor Chester.”

“Wha…? My boyfr…” She started to say before the largest pacifier I’ve ever seen was shoved into her mouth and twisted.

‘There’s a version for Bigs?!?!’ I thought in shock.

“That’s much better; baby girls are better seen and not heard after all!” Doctor Chester said. I watched her gently hum a lullaby and clean up the mess before telling her, “Lift back up, baby girl!” and placing a thick diaper that looked identical to one of the types I had at home underneath her.

“Where did you find that?” Addison asked.

“Oh, there are some teenagers and adults who, for some reason, like Naomi and Oliver and some of the other regression shows. They like to wear them so much that they came out with these in bigger sizes for big babies like Baby Kristin here. One last thing, let’s cover up your bra,” she told her, directing her to stand up.

I was all smiles as I saw a familiar volcano and ‘Blowout’ on the front of her shirt.

“Well, Doctor Chester, I want to thank you for helping us out today,” Addison told her as she stuffed my backup clothes inside the diaper bag. She gathered me and the bag up. “Let’s go do what I planned on for the rest of the afternoon… It looks like you probably have your hands as full as her diaper will no doubt be again soon...”

Back at the car, I smiled the biggest smile in years as Addison dressed me in a knee-length purple knit dress with big white polka dots. It entirely hid my diaper, and I appreciated that she took the time to change me from the god-awful onesie.

“You’re going to burn that… right?” I asked.

She smirked and shook her head, “Nope! It will definitely be kept in the diaper bag if we really don’t have a spare outfit and you need one.”

“I…” A pacifier pushed past my lips and inside of my mouth.

“Take a little nap; it’ll take a while to drive where we’re going…”

I sighed and waited for her to get the car going. ‘Did she say we were going somewhere else today…?’ I tried to remember.

Even as insane as she drove, I still found myself nodding off to sleep before long.

 
 

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