In-Between Chapters 51 and 52 by Sofia Hammerstein

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

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The Legal Stuff: In-Between © 2020-2026 By Sofia Hammerstein
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.
 

 
 

Chapter 51: Visitation
 

THE NEXT MORNING, I found myself disoriented, as for the second time in a week, I woke in an unfamiliar bed. Strong arms held me tight, and when I opened my eyes, I saw I was staring into Addy’s open eyes.

“Those eyes do open!” She cooed.

“Ugh…” I closed them.

That was a mistake because I didn’t see the tickle attack coming then!

“Stop…” I whined, knowing that seemed pointless. ‘Why does everyone want to tickle me?!?’

She squeezed me into a tighter hug, “Come on, since it’s Mindy’s day off, we’re on our own for breakfast this morning. I’ll make pancakes?”

I smiled at that, “Chocolate?”

“Of course!” She told me with a smile.

I looked down as she gathered me into her arms and realized I was wearing yet another zipped-up blanket sleeper. This one was light green and had a series of flowers embroidered around one of the more famous cartoon princess characters that kids seemed to like right then. I’d certainly seen the character on the clothes of many of those at the daycare, ‘At some point, I should ask what her name is…’ I thought to myself. ‘I’ve always avoided being around any of those shows…’

I felt an intrusive hand grab at the diaper underneath it. Addy didn’t say a word, so I knew she had found it dry, and she continued to carry me downstairs. I half-expected to be shoved into the highchair, but instead, she just sat me down on my feet in the kitchen and walked to the fridge. I watched as she grabbed a container of Plapple juice, a sippy cup from a cabinet and poured it inside. I took the cup from her, “Let’s make sure you stay hydrated today, Cam…mie, you lost a lot of fluids last night.”

I couldn’t fault her reasoning and took a big sip, feeling surprisingly free right then. I watched her pull out a griddle and begin mixing up pancake batter. She’d learned a fantastic pancake recipe as a kid from one of her family chefs that was to die for! They were fluffy and had chocolate batter and chocolate chips inside of them. After a few minutes, I became bored and decided I had some freedom, and I wanted to use it.

I could just see a newspaper on the table, still rolled up. Even with the taller table, I could still see across it and couldn’t help my curiosity. I unrolled a rubber band from it as I noticed that Addy gave me a look but went back to what she was doing without comment. I climbed on a chair and sat on my knees, opening the newspaper. The front page surprised me that I was even allowed to look at it!
 

Corrupt Judge?

(Greenville, Ames) – District Court Judge Lynn Taney is facing intense scrutiny and criticism over her actions in a case regarding alleged abuses that SafeFoods, Inc., and their subsidiary Serendipity Industries, are being accused of. The case of Fehler and Others vs. Serendipity Industries and SafeFoods, Inc. is seeking damages related to accusations that Mids and Littles were targeted for product testing of unsafe products. The products have allegedly reduced their mental and physical statuses to barely that of infants. Fehler’s wife and daughter, in particular, were allegedly taken in by the testing scheme and have now suffered permanent losses of brain function, forcing them to require constant care for the rest of their lives.

According to legal watchers, the case was in its opening days of testimony when Judge Taney allegedly began ruling in a controversial and unfair manner. ‘There’s something not right when you strike the testimony of a witness like she did…’

Where the judge seems to have finally stepped over the line and received the most criticism was her disregarding Attorney Cameron Sylvester’s justified objections to dismissing the witness testimony. After he requested a change of venue, she declared him to be in contempt of court. ‘It’s not unheard of for a lawyer to get in trouble with a judge for arguing, but this was practically scripted the way it happened. The judge immediately declared him a Maturosis victim and sentenced him to be sent to Little Protection Services and an orphanage. Mr. Sylvester, a Mid, was given a life sentence of babyhood without a trial!’ his counsel Kendra Stein told us. ‘It was absurd!’

Since the sentencing, an emergency injunction was ordered by Supreme Court Ruth Jones until another judge, Justice Robert O’Connor of the Sixth Circuit Court of Appeals, could hear the case. On Thursday, he ordered an injunction be continued against any physical modifications to Mr. Sylvester until the appeal of the Maturosis ruling takes place. Alone, this ruling would be unusual in most circumstances. Still, he also ordered that the Fehler case be moved to a new court. Judge O’Connor ordered that a new jury be selected, and evidence and testimony Judge Taney ruled against, admitted into evidence.

Our investigations have shown that Judge Taney and Aubry Harris, the owner, and CEO of SafeFoods, seem to be close friends. Their frequent appearances in photos at events, golf courses, tennis courts, and other shared country club activities make it apparent that Judge Taney is most likely not unbiased…
 

“Here you go!” Addy told me, showing me a stack of pancakes she had carefully sliced up to preserve their appearance before adding a healthy pile of whip cream as a smiley face to the plate of pancakes.

“Thanks,” I said, wanting to get through the rest of the article, but instead, finding her setting it down on the table and lifting me into the high chair. A bib had just been added over my clothes when the gate intercom rang.

“Who’s here…?” she wondered aloud. I watched her approach the video panel and answer, “May I help you?”

“This is Kendra Stein; I’m here for one of our court-ordered observations.”

I watched her shoulders stiffen, but she said, “Of course! Drive on down.” She turned around, fastened the tray to the highchair, and sat the plate down, along with a more petite but real fork. “You might as well eat while I get her in here. Think she’d want pancakes?”

“If she knows how good they are, she’d be stupid to turn them down! No one makes them as good as you do!”

She laughed, “You really should have had Chef Kline’s before he left my family. He’s the one who taught them to me – his were at least twice as good as mine!”

I shrugged, “I think you’re underrating yourself.”

“You haven’t even taken a bite yet?”

I did so quickly, getting some chocolate syrup and whipped cream in the bite. “Mmmm…”

The doorbell rang as she laughed, “I’d better go to the door. I’ll be right back with her.”

I continued taking a few bites of pancakes as she greeted Kendra at the door, and I tried not to think of once again being seen like this by her. Littles I’ve known have always said to never let an Amazon see you as a baby… they never see you the same way afterward. ‘Would Kendra still see me as an adult if she could free me?’ I worried.

I was chewing on a bit when they came in, “Hi, Cameron,” she said as neutrally as possible.

“Hi Kendra,” I finished chewing, blushing, and trying to do the same. “You have to try her pancakes!”

“Good?” She asked and narrowed her eyes a bit at them.

“She used to make them when we were in college; they’re the best ones I’ve ever tasted – and she’s not lost any skill since then!”

She looked a little perplexed but said, “I guess I could try one? If you don’t mind?” she said to Addy.

“If you’re going to be here, you might as well. I was just about to cook the next batch when you came in.”

She walked to the stove, and I asked, “Is there a time limit on your visit?”

She shook her head, “There’s a minimum of an hour required but no maximum for these visits.”

“Good,” I told her with a smile. “Thanks for coming to check on me…”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Cameron. David and I will get you out of this mess, but we can’t do that if you get mentally regressed, or an order is violated on the physical modifications.”

“Did the final court date get set?”

She nodded, “A week from this Wednesday, he’ll hear the case.”

I wanted to ask her more details about things, but there’s a limit to what I knew she would trust saying around Addy… And, even though I felt she’d probably been honest with me, my fate hung in the balance of upsetting her own mother’s plans. Knowing that cameras and other recording devices were present didn’t help me feel free to talk. “Is there a time I’ll be able to meet with you guys beforehand?”

“The hearing is set a couple hours before noon at Fourteen O’clock. We will request that Miss Harris bring you to the courthouse to meet at 1000 hours.”

I nodded, “Hopefully, that’s enough time…”

Addy reappeared with a stack of pancakes for Kendra while I returned to my own cooling stack. The bib was probably a good idea, with the syrup and whipped cream definitely getting messy! I’d never been able to eat her pancakes without wearing at least a little bit of it!

“These are exceptional,” Kendra said. “I’ve never had anything this fluffy before!”

“I know, right?” I told her while taking advantage of her looking at the pancakes to go pee and hopefully not have her notice what I was doing.

“Thanks,” Addy said. I could feel the tension build a bit more, and it got more awkward as I finished and worked on draining my sippy cup.

When everyone was finished, I decided to break the ice, “How do you want to do this check?” I asked Kendra.

“Well, I think the first thing that should happen is you need some new clothes – pajamas all day don’t seem appropriate?” She smiled at me, “So I guess I can check out your room while Addy gets you dressed and ready for the day. Then I assume there’s a playroom here for you?” I shrugged, but Addy nodded. “I want to inspect that room and ensure no hypnosis or regression toys are mixed in the piles. I need to check the backyard and any play equipment there. I’ve seen you’re being fed solid food and treated well there without any of those ridiculous extra restraints being used.” She looked at Addy, “I’ll be honest, I find your part of this farce very suspicious, and I don’t trust you one bit, if nothing else, because of your mom. That being said, I do want to say thank you for not mistreating Cameron so far.”

Addy smiled, “I promise I don’t want to hurt Cammie. Please remember you are under my roof, though; as of right now, she is my baby, according to the court. I would ask that you refer to her as such.”

Kendra looked torn and looked at me. I shrugged, “Kendra, you’re the only one who has called me Cameron other than the judge since I was sentenced. If you want to go with the flow, it won’t hurt my feelings. It doesn’t seem to be something worth getting into a fight over yet.”

She nodded, “Okay, Cammie.”

Addy came over then with a couple of baby wipes, and I blushed as she wiped my face and hands clean before pulling off the bib that had gotten some chocolate and whipped cream on it. Kendra, for her part, seemed to be politely studying her phone instead of me! Before long, I was hoisted onto Addy’s hip, and Kendra followed us upstairs to my room.

“No crib?” Kendra said in surprise as Addy laid me down on the changing table.

“She chose the girl route, remember?” She unzipped the sleeper, “My plan was to let her wear Pull-Ups too, but you all got the injunction for the changes. That meant I had to go back to some of the other things on Judge Taney’s orders to comply until she has the adjustments – or you have her Maturosis ruling tossed out.”

She pulled my legs and arms free from the sleeper, leaving me only in a diaper that I had thoroughly drenched. “Any chance you could go pick out something from her closet for her to wear today?”

“Umm… sure…” Kendra said awkwardly.

While she was in my closet, Addy ripped the tapes off the diaper and replaced it with a dry one as quickly as she ever had. ‘Is she actually trying to help my modesty?’ I wondered. I wasn’t knocking it, as she managed to dress me in the new diaper before Kendra appeared with a bundle of yellow cloth in her hand.

“This is so adorable!” Kendra cooed.

Addy chuckled, “It is, isn’t it? Good choice since she’ll be outside at least a bit today.”

I watched as she gathered the yellow fabric in her hands and saw some white flowers and green stems spread about the design, but I wasn’t sure what it was yet. She laid me down on my back and pulled up my legs and bottom before sitting me up and maneuvering my hands through thin straps and some odd sleeve things that didn’t cover any of my shoulders.

Ten minutes later, I got a look at myself with loose pigtails tied with matching ribbons and my body covered in some weird romper that gathered at my waist with some elastic wrapped with a fake bow. The top was square, except for two very thin straps, which exposed my shoulders completely. Only the upper bicep just below my shoulder was covered by some weird short sleeve piece. There was a ruffle at the top, and with my hair done, there was no doubt that anyone seeing me would see ‘girl.’

I sighed, “Really?” I looked up at Kendra.

“Should I have gone with a dress?” She smirked, “I don’t like seeing you dressed like this against your will, but you do look exceptionally adorable like this. Might be able to win any jury over just with a smile…”

I glared at her, “So… playroom? I haven’t even seen that?” I looked at Addy.

“Sure…” Addy walked ahead of me, with Kendra following us down the hallway away from her room a couple doors. Opening the door, she revealed a playroom that made anything I’d seen at the daycare pale in comparison!

I felt my jaw drop a bit as I looked at a room that clearly had been the design of someone who wanted the ultimate playroom for a little girl! In the corner to my right sat a dollhouse twice the size of the one in my bedroom. Right next to it, they had walled off part of the room to create a little mini-doll nursery, complete with an open door and window that led to the main room. Inside the nursery area was a crib, changing table, high chair, stroller, and every other accessory scaled to doll size. The room was actually one of two in a bit of a mini-house on the floor next to a kitchen with a small toddler-sized dining room furniture set. The ceiling was only a bit over seven feet tall in that area because they had built an additional level above it that you could reach by a ladder or a rock-climbing wall. From the ground, I couldn’t see much up there, but I could just make out that there were some pillows and a cushy sitting area up there, and a twisted slide came from the top down to the floor.

The floor seemed to be comprised of an incredibly cushy rubber that could catch a fall without injury. The mini-playhouse section of the room took up one side of the wall but left plenty of room for a substantial parapet-looking windowed seating area looking out back. Cushioned benches sat beneath tall windows with alternating-colored cushions and curtains to bring out the curved nature of the nook. Next to that area were shelves and shelves of picture books, children’s novels, and even some fiction by Little authors. It was all decorated to look like a preschool area, though, with the ABCs of the alphabet cut out in different shapes. Painted pictures showed examples like ‘A is for Apple’ plastered in the area.

Another section next to that, closest to the door on my right, was full of building toys, trains, and cars that traditionally would have seemed more appropriate for a boy than the girl the rest of the room was clearly designed for. Numbers and little math problems like ‘2+2=4’ were plastered around that area. Some manipulating toys lined the walls in places, along with little chalkboard areas for drawing.

“If I was actually a little girl, this would be amazing…” I found myself saying aloud by accident.

“Geeze… You didn’t go half into this project, did you?” Kendra seemed to agree.

“I actually have been working on this room for years…” Addy admitted.

“It’s beautiful,” I complimented her.

“Thanks,” she said to me.

I couldn’t see myself playing with anything right then, but I could admire the work she had put into the room. “Go ahead and look around,” Addy told Kendra. I found myself picked up by Addy then and placed up inside the second story of the playhouse. Many pillows, cushions and exceptionally thick carpets made for a little cozy mini-room. I actually wouldn’t mind reading a book inside! I watched from there as the two of them wandered the room. When Kendra seemed satisfied that the room had no regression toys hidden, she said, “This looks fine… amazing, really,” she complimented her again. I chose that moment to ride down the slide to rejoin them. It wasn’t the tallest slide, but I had to resist a giggle because it was kind of fun to go down on!

I managed to look serious as I followed them around the rest of the house on a more thorough tour than I had received. Spare bedrooms, her office, a workout room, a craft room, and some storage rooms were shown to Kendra before leading outside to the backyard.

“Oh my God, I thought the playroom was over-the-top cute!” She laughed. “Your pool is magnificent!”

“Thanks,” Addy said. “We had a boring old-fashioned one at my house growing up. I always wanted a themed one as a little girl. I decided to make my wish come true when I built this house.”

“You certainly did…” she told her. The playground area I had yet to look at was looked over before she asked Addy, “May I have ten minutes alone to talk with Cam…mie?”

She nodded, “You’re welcome to talk here,” she said, pointing to a shaded table near the play area.

“Thanks,” she told Addy. “I’ll bring her back inside when we’re done.”

“Great,” she said with a smile toward me.

When she went through the inside door, “I’m not sure we can talk here,” I told Kendra.

“I’m sure we can’t, but I just want to show you something,” she said. I watched as she opened her briefcase, pulled a tablet out, and then added a weird set of black nylon wall attachments. “Don’t reply verbally to anything; just take a look at this,” she pressed some buttons and handed me the device, covering my head with a hood to prevent any cameras from seeing information on the device.

‘We had to do this once before…’ I remembered. We were representing a little who shouldn’t have been adopted, and it was the only way we could show him information from his case without his ‘mommy’ overhearing it. She’d placed far fewer video and audio recording devices than I thought was probably around here.

I pressed a button and could see the information.
 

Cameron,

We’ve taken care of some things that we’re not going to quite tell you about, so if they manage to hypnotize you, they won’t be able to use you against us in this case. We know you think you’re probably safe from it, but there will be a significant attempt to derail our case. They’re planning…
 

I read the rest and sighed as I typed a couple of bits of information to them, too, and handed everything back to Kendra.

“That’s going to suck…” I told her quietly.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “I hope you’re right.”

“Me too…”
 
 

Chapter 52: Prison Yard
 

THE REST OF Sunday and Monday, I felt like Addy turned the mommy treatment back up quite a bit. She wasn’t intentionally demeaning but acted like I was her preschool-aged daughter. My faux-mommy insisted I try out the play equipment outside after Kendra left. She encouraged me to use the slide like a toddler scared to go down them, climbing the wall on the swing set, pushing me on the swings, and even teaching me to play hopscotch. We’d finished the afternoon in the pool before insisting I play in my playroom for an hour that evening before bed.

I would love to say it distracted me from what I had learned from Kendra… but it certainly hadn’t. I’d filled her in with a comment on her document about what she said the effects of the products had on Beth, her mom, and the others.

I went to bed on Sunday night, having only nursed from Addy once at bedtime. I wondered if she had second thoughts about making my continence disappear.

Monday was more of the same as Sunday. Still, she insisted on playing ‘tea party’ with me for a while in the morning, playing dress-up with some costumes all afternoon, and then letting me have some time on my own to read at the top of the indoor playhouse once Mindy had again taken off for the day. That evening she’d had another rum and coke while we watched a movie. All I wanted to do was steal her drink instead of drinking the stupid baby bottle of Plapple juice I’d been stuck with!

‘I am going to get so drunk if I ever get out of this…’ I thought to myself morosely.

I was especially thinking those thoughts as Addy carried me inside the daycare the next day. “Hi, I’m here to drop off Cammie?”

“Oh… Hi Miss Harris!” the receptionist turned her smile way up at recognizing her. “Do you want to go ahead and take her to her room yourself? After the first day, we usually let parents do so if they want?”

Addy looked at me and said, “You know what, I’d like that! I can see her classroom for myself this way.”

“Certainly! You’re just going to go down that hallway; Miss Crystal’s room is labeled and to the right and has a lot of bunnies on the door.”

“Thanks,” Addy said. She bounced me repeatedly, “I bet you’re excited to see Miss Crystal again, huh?”

“Not really…” I muttered aloud.

It was my first day back to daycare since Addy had epically ripped Kristin apart and sentenced her back to diapers… ‘Is she still wearing them?’ I wondered. I didn’t know if the daycare was open on the weekends, ‘so that would mean this would only be her second day of the minimum three days? And it sounded like it would be at least three weeks,’ I smirked.

Addy quickly reached Miss Crystal’s room and knocked on the door. “Hi, I’m here to drop off Cammie?”

“Oh, hi again, Miss Harris!” she sounded nervous. “We’re happy to have Miss Cammie back with us!”

“I’m not happy about leaving her again, but I must go into the office today. You have all of her notes still, right?” She added, “I really want to make sure there aren’t any misconceptions about how she should be cared for?”

“Yes, ma’am, we have them, and I’ll ensure we follow them to the letter. By the way, this is Miss Andrea; she is taking over little Kristin’s old spot.”

‘little Kristin?’ I wondered.

A college-aged woman came over at the sound of her name. “Oh, aren’t you just a cutie?!?” She squealed at seeing me. I wore a pair of pink denim shortalls that day, with a yellow t-shirt with lacy frills along the collar and sleeves. The overall bib hid the cartoon character that claimed I was the ‘cutest pwincess eva’ in childlike scrawl on the t-shirt below. I had shaken my head at Addy with it, but I knew it had some value as camouflage.

I was soon left in my temporary day prison while she took off to work on whatever awful plans her company had now.

I looked around the room and saw Gracie sitting with a stacking toy in front of her. Seeing an unused shape sorting toy next to her on a cabinet, I grabbed it, sat beside her, and sat it in front of me. I watched, though, as she seemed to see how many permutations she could develop. At that moment, she had the smallest ring on the bottom, put the biggest next, the second smallest, and worked her way up to the top. I opened the sorting toy and placed the pieces beside me before closing it.

“You’re back?” she asked me.

I shrugged, “Seems like this will be my regular day prison?”

She nodded, “There are worse. So far, this week has been better without Miss Kristin around.”

I smiled at that, “Glad to hear that!”

“Did you have something to do with that?”

“Mommy wasn’t happy that she stole my clothes and made me have a blowout.”

She giggled, “She did that to everyone all the time!”

“She did it to herself, too,” I smiled.

She giggled, “We could smell that she was messy when Kristin came in here, but she was in and out so quick we couldn’t really see. Some of the other Littles thought we had to have been delusional.”

“How do you know about it then?” I asked.

“Oh, she came back in her blowout onesie to finish off the rest of the day and told us goodbye as we were picked up,” she smiled. “Everyone talked to each other on the playground yesterday, too – I’m pretty sure the whole school knows.”

I smirked at that, “Serves her right…”

“Oh, Gracie, you’re supposed to put these in order of size, silly girl!” Miss Andrea came over to ‘help’ Gracie.

Her appearance stifled any real conversation while we waited for ‘circle time’ to begin again. When it was time to gather, I was no longer the complete ‘newbie,’ so I followed everyone to the carpet and sat down.

“Aww, Cammie, it’s so good to have you back here!” Miss Crystal said. “You should be able to join in more now, huh?”

She started the ‘Good Morning’ song.
 

Good morning, good morning.

How are you today?

Good morning, good morning.

I’m happy; let’s play.
 

I sighed and followed the lead of Gracie and the other Littles, content to behave and deal with demeaning myself for another week until my appeal. As I stretched down as part of the song, I could feel every bone in my back crack!

We were led in songs for the next half-hour, taught about the letter’ K,’ and even taught how to count all the way up to the giant number ten! An amazing accomplishment for the genuine toddlers we were grouped with…? We were taught that day all about the difference between the ‘Kids’ and the ‘Littles’ in the classroom too. Being taught that the ‘kids’ would grow up big and strong to fly ‘kites,’ while the littles would forever be playing in our play kitchens instead.

I was not surprised to find out that the schedule was the same as it had been on Friday, and there was a certain comfort in at least knowing what was coming now. We were out at the playground playing on the slides with a couple other classes for just a few minutes when ‘Mikey’ came up and pushed me.

“Why’d you push me?” I asked the shorter man.

“You’re nothing but a sissy baby!”

“You think I chose to dress like this?” I asked him, laughing.

“You’re nothing but a helper, I bet!”

I looked at the man and thought of how he’d been bound up, abused by Kristin last week, and who knows what other abuse heaped on him at home. I knew nothing of how he came to be in this position, but I was uncharitably beginning to think he might be one of the few Littles who deserved it!

“Whatever,” I said and walked away to climb the steps. Just before I reached the top of the steps to go down the slide, I felt my white Velcro tennis shoe grabbed. I looked down just in time to grip harder as Mikey began to try and rip me off of the slide! I was a foot-and-a-half taller than him, but he must have been a weightlifter before being adopted because he was pulling me harder than I could hang on!

Thinking quickly, I did a backflip off the ladder and felt him release my foot. I was getting ready to run to find a teacher when I caught the glint of something metallic and pointy in his hand.

The small object probably wouldn’t have been hard to hide in his shoe or a pocket, but the needle sticking out of it looked menacing.

“What’s that…?” I asked as I stayed facing him and tried to back up to get into view of the teachers. Several Littles around us had frozen in place and were watching to see what was happening.

“Something someone asked me to give you to help you adjust better…” He said as he suddenly lunged towards me with the needle.

My mind froze the scene before me as I realized I was in real danger here! I didn’t know what the needle contained, but it sounded like it would do the job the courts had forbidden!

He clearly expected me to jump back as he lunged. Instead, I felt old childhood teaching and Stacy’s occasional lessons kick in. I closed in on him and grasped his wrist with my larger hand. He was a foot-and-a-half shorter than me, so I had a severe advantage as I twisted his arm behind his back and pushed him to the ground.

“Let go of him!!!” An angry giant Miss Crystal shouted at me.

“He attacked me! He has a syringe or something in his hand…” I told her.

She looked disbelievingly. “Camille Harris! Let him go, now!”

“I will as soon as you grab this needle from his hand,” I told her, holding the hand out towards her.

Her eyes widened then as she grabbed for it. “What is this, Mikey? Did you find this in the playground?”

“No, Miss Crystal, it was Cammie’s; she asked me to poke her with it.”

Once the hand was emptied, I got off of him and immediately had another teacher grab me and take me over her knee. “We do not fight!” She said as she started to try and pull my shortalls buckles off.

“Wait!” Miss Crystal said, “We cannot spank her, Jane!”

“I don’t care; she was just about to beat up on this poor boy who’s half her size!!!”

“No!” She said again, “We can’t afford to…”

The woman, however, continued to try and manhandle me, having pulled the buckles off now. Miss Crystal fearing for her own job, let go of Mikey and tried to grab me from the other woman. In the process, I was flipped back forward and watched as Mikey tried to capture the syringe from Miss Crystal’s hand that had dropped down. In the process, he accidentally stabbed himself with it, and just as another large hand yanked me from the teacher who wanted to spank me, he squealed, “No!!!!!!!”

Both adults stopped right then as they realized the needle was an auto-injector pen that had fully unloaded its contents into the smaller man’s hand.

“No!!!!!” He cried out.

I found myself suddenly released and watched the man in horror as his whole body trembled and spasmed! He was clearly in pain as he screamed while whatever was in the pen began working on him.

His legs were one of the first things I noticed – it seemed like he was shrinking because his shorts seemed to grow closer to the ground. That continued for a moment before they fell all the way off. It revealed a sagging diaper that soon fell when skinny hips and legs were no longer the correct sizes to support the more oversized garment.

“No!!! I’m supposed to be big after this!!! She promised!!!!”

He began wailing uncontrollably as the skinny legs buckled, and he fell onto his hands and knees. He angrily glared at me with his mouth open, and I watched in horror as he began coughing and spitting dozens of white teeth onto the ground in front of him! His bladder and bowels released then, making everyone, including the teachers, step back to avoid the splash zone.

He fell to the ground then and lay on his back crying. The changes were still occurring as we watched his genitals recede inside his body. He soon looked smaller than Bella and Stacy, much like a newborn baby with a thin shock of brown hair, no teeth, and wailing loudly in an infant’s voice!

I looked at Miss Crystal, who looked at the pen she held. “Where did you get this?” She asked me.

“I told you, he was trying to stab me with it. I just managed to catch his wrist in time…”

“We’re going to need to get him to the nurse,” the other worker said.

“And probably take this one to the director…” Miss Crystal said towards me.

“Why don’t I take her instead?” I heard a voice and saw Doctor Dannigan, the therapist.

“What for?”

“You don’t think she really had anything to do with this, do you?” Miss Crystal looked at me and shook her head, “So I would say more than anything, she probably needs somewhere quiet to process things. I’ll take her back to my office – I was coming for her anyways.”

I looked up at her suspiciously at that.

Miss Crystal looked doubtful, but right then, the wailing of Mikey seemed to send her into thinking it was a good idea. “Okay, don’t forget her lunch isn’t too long from now?”

“It’s still an hour from now, right?”

“That’s about right.”

“More than enough time!”

She carried me into the building and didn’t head directly for her office. Instead, she went to the classroom and dug out one of the bottles with my name labeled on it. “Let’s get you something to drink while we chat!” she said.

The entire time she carried me to her office, I sat nervously, waiting for the next attempt I knew was coming. No one had known Mikey would attack me, but Kendra had known something was up with the former nest mother. My first visit with her had been innocuous enough, but this one would likely be anything but.

She opened her door and said, “Why don’t you try sitting in this for a few minutes, nurse that baba, and see if you can relax after that near disaster?”

As she sat me down, I had just enough time to realize that the odd egg-shaped chair was a large version of some of the baby swings I’d seen. I was strapped in with a five-point harness, and she said, “Now, why don’t you just sit and enjoy some quiet? I know how loud those daycare rooms get – and most adults aren’t used to that much noise! Let’s wear these headphones to ensure you have that quiet.”

“Umm… I don’t like this; please don’t!” I tried arguing, but she had the headphones on me, and I noticed a screen on a TV opposite the chair turned on.

Knowing the hypnosis attempt was coming, and seeing it happen without the ability to fight it, were two completely different things. I was holding out every bit of hope that what I was about to be shown would be counteracted by Stacy’s programming years ago!

The screen began swirling in a psychedelic set of colors as the sound around me was cut off. The sound of a bubbling stream of water or something and a regular repeating sound like a heartbeat started coming through my ears. The screen began resolving into word patterns to which I could see a weird tint. I hoped the filter applied to my ears, too, as I began to hear, “What do little birdies do?”

Over and over again, the words came across the screen, “Birdies fly,” and then another, “Birdies go poopy!”

“I heard a little birdie went poopy!” it said, “Be a little Birdie and go poopy!”

From everything I could see, the video seemed intent on making me poop my pants if given a trigger phrase.

I had been warned that this part was likely coming, but I don’t think Kendra believed I could avoid it being set to trap me. Deciding that she probably would want some action to prove her hypnosis suggestions were taking hold, I squeezed my bowels as hard as possible. I forced some poop to come out into the diaper.

“Birdies like poopy…” the suggestions began.

I was growing bored of this farce but, fortunately, didn’t have to wait long before the screen turned off and the headset was lifted.

“How are you feeling, baby?” While wrinkling her nose, she asked me, “I guess the time was well spent; it smells like you left a nice little egg in your diapee for me like a good little birdie!”

I nodded dumbly and held onto her as she carried me to the changing table in her office. She laid me down and went across my chest with the safety strap before unsnapping the crotch of the pants of my outfit, undoing the onesie beneath it, and then reaching the diaper.

“What a good little baby birdie!” she cooed at me. “I’m looking forward to years of playing with you!”

I looked blankly at her and only reacted when she tickled me.

“Hmm… Have to adjust your program after your hearing. Need you to act a lot happier!”

She shook her head, thinking I must have been in some sort of daze, as she lifted my legs up and wiped my butt with a few baby wipes. “Always dreamed of getting you into one of these like your friends!”

Since she seemed to be under the impression that I was still supposed to be pretty out of it, I didn’t react much as she carried me back toward the cafeteria. She threaded my legs through the holes and into an empty seat at the table with the bunnies.

“All better?” Miss Crystal asked her nervously.

“Should be, just needed some quiet time. What happened with Mikey?”

“Well… her mommy said her new name will be Persephone… They put her in the newborn room with Miss Lindsey.”

“Worth checking on her?”

“You can, but she won’t say much.”

Right then, my attention was removed from the teachers and directed across the room where the preschoolers were all eating independently at their more mature seats. I could see Kristin standing there. One of the other teachers had pulled her dress up to expose her diaper and was having an animated discussion with the Director.

“You see this? She’s pooped her diaper again! She didn’t even ask about using the potty!”

“You said I…”

“I said you had to wear diapers for the three weeks, not that you had to use them, you silly little girl. Guess there’s no reason to even give you the option anymore.”

“Doctor Chester, I think it’s time for you to move her to another room. Our kids are potty trained and just getting distracted and confused by this big baby.”

“Where would you recommend that I move her to?”

“She’s going to be too big for all the rooms, but how about one of the other toddler rooms? I don’t think she’s even capable of being a staff member now?”

“You may be right… Come on baby, let’s go get your baby diapee all nice and changed before we put you down for a nap in Mommy’s office…”

“But I’m not a Little!!!!!” she began having a temper tantrum, “I have my own babies!!!”

“Oh, sweetie, you’ll still have dollies, but I’ll take care of getting your baby girls a better home to stay in…”

‘Wow… they eat their own…’ I couldn’t help but think as I was given a plate with cut-up peanut butter and jelly sandwich pieces. ‘What’s going to happen to Tyler?’ I wondered.

I ate the sandwich pieces and wondered what else I would see over the next week until my hearing…
 
 

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