Chapters 10 and 11 by Sofia Hammerstein

Two years ago Stacy visited a newly discovered dimension, with his parents, on an adventurous summer vacation. He was astounded by how the other dimension's technology was decades ahead of his own! During his senior year he applied to Emerson University in the city he had visited. He was excited and hopeful of learning more about their technology as an exchange student, and hopefully bring it back to his own world. (Story set in the Diaper Dimension)

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Chapter 10: New Deal
 

I WOKE UP to the sound of someone doing a horrible job of sneaking around. “Shhh, she’s sleeping!” Amanda scolded.

“Probably only because you made her,” the voice hissed back. “Oh my god, she is so adorable.”

“Umm, thanks,” I told the voice as I opened my eyes and looked at a shorter version of Amanda.

She squealed, “Can I pick her up?”

“Yes,” Amanda said, “just be careful!”

“I will,” she said. The strange giant grabbed for me and released me from the quilt. I felt her finger quickly check my diaper, and I blushed. “All dry!”

“Well, we’ll have to fix that soon, huh?” Amanda said to me with a smirk.

“Ignore her; she’s just grouchy cause someone else is holding you. I’m your Auntie Megan, by the way,” she told me with a smile.

I sighed in relief, “Thank god, I was worried it was…” I caught myself.

“Chloe?” She shuddered, “Yeah, I think that would be a bad nightmare to wake up to her face. You haven’t told Chloe about Stacy yet, have you?” She asked her.

“Not yet. I haven’t even told Mom yet,” she added.

“Just me, your baby sister?” She asked with a smile as she held me in her arms like an infant, and I could just make out both of their faces by going back and forth with my eyes and head.

“Well, duh, you’re the only sane one in the bunch. You’re probably thinking about how you could sue me for taking a free Little!” She seemed to be joking.

“Well, if she was free and didn’t invite you to adopt her…”

“Yes, I know the law is. However, in this case, we actually have that contract you saw.”

“Interesting contract too. What did your lawyer say about it?” She asked.

“In theory, it’s legally binding that we return here after college. But our lawyer did mention that there were probably a dozen loopholes around it if we just wanted to keep her for ourselves,” she smiled kindly at the suddenly wide eyes I made at her, “but we’re not intending on that!”

“Good, I will come back and take you on myself if you or anyone abuse this cutie! I won’t let her become another Kacey…” she said sadly before saying, “So Stacy, tell me about yourself,” she said as I was carried downstairs to the couch where she sat me in her lap facing her.

“Well, I came here a couple years ago…” I told her why I was insane enough to come, and she was good about listening to me. “So anyway, it seemed safest to go ahead and have something like foster parents instead of risking whatever else came up out of the dorms.”

“That’s very smart of you,” she told me, “I’ve had a few Littles in the last couple semesters of my classes - I’m going to be a junior, by the way - that have all ended up disappearing to etiquette schools… Sadly it’s like a matter of time for every one of them. Last week they introduced a bill in the Senate to make it permissible for the first person to put a hand on a portal Little that comes to this dimension to be their guardian.”

“So…”

“Yes, yesterday, that lady would have become your guardian,” Amanda said with a catch in her voice.

“Anyone coming through the portal?”

“There’s still a diplomatic clause in effect for the tour groups, but yeah, anyone else will be swept up into a nursery before they can say baba,” Megan said.

“What was I thinking…?” I said aloud.

“Well, two years ago, when you visited, it wasn’t as bad. Some serious roads were being made towards Little’s rights then.”

“What about my ability to be in college?” I asked Megan. She honestly seemed to understand the situation better than anyone.

“Well, your parents have decided they want you to attend school. While every Amazon will think they’re nuts, they’re your parents and have full authority over you like any parent.” She said with a smirk, “the same way they could enroll you into elementary, junior high, high school, or a regular pre-school, and no one would bat an eye on those!”

“Anything but junior high again…” I looked at Amanda pleadingly with a smile.

“Don’t worry, you’re off to college, young lady,” she smiled at me. “Speaking of which, I promised you a walk in your stroller, didn’t I?”

“Umm… yes?” I said, not really caring about it.

“Megan, you want to come and give her a tour of the campus?”

She smiled brightly at me and said, “sure!”

Megan checked my diaper and said, “Geeze, Mandy, did you put her in a thick enough diaper?”

“It’s cute!!!” She told her. “Seriously, pop the snaps of her outfit and look at it; it’s adorable!”

Megan looked at me sympathetically, “May I, she has me curious now?”

I nodded, and she wasted no time pulling my outfit apart and looking at the very pink and feminine diaper. Then, finally, she sighed, “I’m so glad I’m not a Little, I would burn this…”

I laughed, “You can still do that for me?”

“Nah, she’s right, it is cute… on YOU. You haven’t even put a dent in that padding. Do you feel like you need changed yet, though?” She asked me.

“No, I’m probably good. It could soak up half of the ocean, I think…”

She squeezed me tight, “I like you. I have dibs on you if my sister gets tired of you!”

A bit of a circus went on while Amanda grabbed a stroller she had stored in the car. My car seat carrier apparently connected into it usually, but so that I could see, she just let me sit in the very oversized toddler seat. I was so small she could barely get the straps tight enough, and even then, I could have easily slipped out if I wanted to! I watched as Megan filled a bottle of juice for me while Amanda simultaneously stuffed a pacifier in my mouth and handed Elena to me. I sighed as she started walking down the street, and I quickly learned that we were only a few blocks from the campus. “Look over there,” Megan said to me, “That’s the student union where we have a cafeteria, the bookstore, and some offices!”

She was being cute with her voice in a way that made me think she was hiding my intelligence from the people we passed by. Many of those waved and cooed at me, but we were otherwise allowed to walk by unmolested. The buildings with massive lecture halls were pointed out from the outside for me. Apparently, the university prided itself on small class sizes but still had four large lecture halls; the largest seated seven hundred students! They also took the time to point out the building that housed the computer and math departments that would be my home. The sisters decided to take a break midway through the campus and sat down on a bench with my stroller facing them.

Amanda took the baby bottle of juice out of the diaper bag and replaced my pacifier with it. “So, you’re keeping her on solid foods?” Megan asked.

“We have no agreement on that in the contract, but I think to be kind yes,” she told both of us.

“That is kind… and as long as you’re not using cloth diapers, it doesn’t really matter what her poop is like, right?”

I looked up inquisitively enough that she told me, “breastfed babies’ poop is water-soluble, which means your poopy diapers could just be put in the washing machine, and everything would dissolve!”

I made a face at that, and Amanda leaned forward to tickle me. Megan’s face changed as she looked at her and said, “Manda, really? Already?”

Her eyes appeared drawn to two spots that were similar to the one I’d seen earlier. She sighed, “Yes, and this is with pads in!”

“You know most can only really deal with it in one way.”

She nodded, “I don’t want to push something on Stacy that she doesn’t want…”

“What’s going on?” I asked as I took the bottle nipple out of my mouth.

I watched her look around to see if anyone else was around; she sighed and answered, “Most Amazon mothers have a powerful maternal instinct. Sometimes all it takes is seeing a cute Little, and I deal with leaking breasts for a week - I’m not surprised that a day with you and I’m leaking like a cow!”

“Does it hurt?” I asked

“What?”

“Those?” I asked as she seemed to hurriedly dig something discreetly out of the bag. I could see for a brief second they were pads that she swapped out some others that were already there for ones she bagged in a plastic bag.

“No… but it would feel better if the milk was gone. I’ll have to buy a pump, I guess, to get rid of it.”

“Or…” Megan said, looking at me, “Somehow, I don’t think Stacy would mind trying it.”

“Well…” I put the bottle in my lap and squirmed in the stroller as I tried to think this through carefully… “I don’t know... I wouldn’t want to only eat it, though.” I told her.

“New deal?” She asked me.

I sighed, “What?” I did my best to figure out what I had just implied.

“If it’s not horrible to you, we do this… three times a day? I’ll feed you real food all the time - not baby food - but that will keep me from doing this.”

“And if I hate it?”

“Then I’ll buy a pump and use it instead. Maybe another baby can drink it?”

I thought back to that first woman I had seen when we came back and couldn’t deny there was a curiosity in my body from that. The very idea of it had been arousing to me since then…

“Deal,” I told her.

There wasn’t a second of hesitation then for her as she unbuckled me from the seat and promptly revealed a gigantic orb of flesh that I had little idea of what to do with. Her nipple stuck out from the breast far enough that it would easily reach my back molars. ‘Nothing but to try it…’ I had just thought as her hand guided my head and open mouth to it.

I really had no real idea what to do as my mouth tentatively rounded on her flesh. My tongue touched her nipple and discovered milk was already leaking out. It entered my mouth before I even suckled, and I found that it didn’t taste bad at all! I gave her breast a suckle like I did with a bottle and was rewarded with a mouth of liquid that tasted far better than I believed it would! It was like an amazing vanilla shake or something. Before long, I felt like the world was on standby as all I thought about was sucking more!

After a while, it stopped coming, and I became a little annoyed. A finger tickled my chin, and Amanda said, “Let’s try the other one instead.” I felt like I was on some sort of insane drug or something as I found myself latched onto her other side. “I guess it must be pretty good,” Megan said next to her.

Amanda sighed, “I guess so. We’ll see when she gets out of the milk coma what she really thinks.”

“Yeah… I have a hard time after that reaction not thinking there’s something to be said about our milk being addictive.”

I tuned most of the conversation out, as all I seemed to care about was getting the next gulp of milk. But, before long, I was actually feeling kind of full just before the last of this breast ran dry. “Hand me that cloth,” I heard Amanda tell Megan.

“Here, Sis,” she said. “You didn’t burp her between breasts; I bet she spits up quite a bit.”

“Yeah…” I suddenly became more aware of the world as I found my face held to a cloth on her shoulder and my back gently patted.

‘This won’t work on me… will it?’ I thought just as a big belch issued from my lungs along with a bunch of milky spit-up.

“Eew…” I said aloud as my mouth felt kind of gross then.

“It’s okay, baby, that’s to be expected,” Amanda said as she gave me a loving squeeze. “Good thing we put you in that thick diapee, huh?” She told me then.

“Huh?” I asked.

“She’s still out of it…”

“Think I should I change her here, or just wait?”

“With how much she just drank, she’ll keep going for a while, I’d guess. You may have a stinker before long too.”

I felt my body gently bounce up and down as my eyes felt sleepy. “We’ll just let her sleep it off then,” Amanda said as I felt my body be buckled in, a pacifier slipped in my mouth, and then nothing.

 
 
Chapter 11: Effects
 

NEXT THING I knew I was laying in Megan’s lap with the TV turned onto a news station. “Oh, so you decided to wake up, huh?”

I looked at her, seriously confused about what had happened, but nodded. My diaper must have been changed while I was out because it felt like one of the ‘thinner’ Pampers again. “What happened?” I asked and spat out the pacifier that I was nursing.

“Well, my crazy sister exposed you to her psychotropic breast milk, and then we decided to go party in the town. Before I knew it, you were hanging on a chandelier daring some crazy twelve-foot tall lady to change your diaper before you shot her?”

I laughed, “So it made me crazy?”

“Not crazy per se, but it definitely makes you zone out. Some of the Littles groups have tried to make it illegal to feed Littles the milk because it seems to have some significant side effects.”

“What else?”

“Well, eventually, you sort of crave it…” she hesitated, “I’ve seen research that it lowers resistance to suggestions and possibly may affect control of your toilet training.”

“Great… So, one hit, and I’m an addict?” I asked.

“No, probably not.”

I saw it was only Megan, “What do you think I should tell her?”

“You’re here for four years, right?”

I nodded, “That’s the plan.”

“Honestly, neither of you has the self-control to not do it again; I say just go for it. Set a limit like you did and try and stick to it the best you can.”

“Have you ever had that happen to you?” I asked her.

She nodded, “Chloe’s Littles caused it one time… You’ll probably do it to me too if I’m here much. I’m a sucker for cute princesses,” she said as she tickled my stomach a little.

I groaned with the thought, “Umm… did…?”

“Did I change your diaper and discover your secret?” She asked with a smile before answering, “Yes, I did.”

“And…?”

“And… what?”

“Well, what do you think?”

“It’s not like you have a say in the clothes you wear silly.” She told me. “My big sister is a nice girl, but she’s definitely going to want to play dress-up with her doll!” She tickled my stomach a little more and blew a raspberry on my neck. I squirmed and giggled quite a bit before she stopped, “You honestly want to know what I think?” Finally, she asked, “Even if I may not be unbiased?”

“I think you’re less biased than anyone else from the way you talk. So I think you actually believe in rights for Littles?”

She sighed, “I do… but I’m also a realist. So, Stacy, my advice would be to go ahead and do the procedure. With the technology at the university, it’s just a matter of knocking you out, injecting you with some nanites, then you wake up with the right parts for the Stacy that was admitted into Emerson University. I’m worried if someone discovers something extra on you that they’ll use that as a pretext to dismiss your scholarship and insist you go to an etiquette school.”

I nodded, “Seems like something that could easily happen.”

The garage door opened right then, and I jolted a bit at the sound. Fred came in a moment later and asked, “How’s my favorite Princess?”

“Good,” I answered tentatively.

He took me out of Megan’s lap and held me before giving me a quick hug, “I know you’re not quite comfortable with me yet, Stacy, but I promise you can trust me.”

I nodded, “I’m trying…”

“Hi Megan,” he said and gave her a hug from the side when she stood. “Where’s Mommy?” he asked her as much as I.

“She ran to pick up pizza; she should be back soon.”

‘I was already left with a babysitter, huh?’ I thought to myself.

“Great!” He felt my diaper without warning and said, “Well, I guess that’ll last you through din-din?” I turned red and found myself hiding in his shoulder. Somehow it was even more embarrassing that he had checked me than it was one of the girls…

He just laughed, “You better get used to it, sweetie, sometimes Mommy has to work, and I’ll be the one taking care of you.”

I just nodded.

“Auntie Megan, would you go ahead and take her back while I clean up for dinner?”

He handed me back to her, “Of course,” she answered with a smile.

“What now?” I asked her.

“Want to swing outside?” She asked me.

I shrugged, “sure?”

“You don’t sound too enthused?”

“Well, this isn’t unexpected stuff, but it’s not why I came here?” I suggested to her.

“I get that,” she told me. “You really think you can make it through the program here?”

I shrugged, “I have no idea… I hope so. I know there’s a uniform for Littles on the campus that I’ll have to wear. I know that diapers are okay as long as they’re not messy in class… I guess we’ll see what comes beyond that.”

“What about your real family?”

“What about them?”

“Aren’t you going to miss them?”

“I do already, but there’s nowhere back home that would have been as good for college like this. Of course, I would have had to move away anyway... In theory, before that law you told me about, I would think it would be safe for them to visit with a guide… now I’m not so sure. I think the last thing I want is to be in a crib next to my parents!”

She nodded, “I’ve always felt it’s especially cruel when Littles over the age of 30 are kept like this. At least at your age, you’ve only had a little bit of freedom so far.”

I sighed, “I think it is just plain cruel.”

The garage door opened again, and soon Amanda came in with two huge boxes of pizza and a ValuMart bag in her hands. “Who wants pizza?”

Ten minutes later, we were all sitting at the table; well, sort of. I was in the high chair with a ‘Daddy’s Princess’ bib velcroed around my neck. Half of a ridiculous slice of pizza sat on a plastic plate in front of me. I had heard of a place, somewhere in Texas, that sold pizzas that were like 42” in diameter! They could feed a family of who knows how many… The pizzas she brought home must have been pretty close to that size, and I watched Fred tear through four slices like nothing.

I found myself carefully taking my sized bites out of the slice. It was good, but I didn’t have a huge appetite since I felt still a little full from my experience a couple hours earlier.

“So, what do you think of Emerson?” Fred asked me.

“I really like it!” I told him, “When we were given the tour a couple years ago, I couldn’t believe how far ahead everything was from us… I just hope I can get through the basics and catch onto your more advanced ideas quickly.”

“I never asked; what languages have you learned so far?” Amanda asked. Megan seemed interested too.

“Well, I can write well in about five of the languages back home; we call them C#, SQL, Java, JavaScript, and Python. I’ve also dabbled a bit on the iOS stuff Apple puts out. I don’t know if you all even have those?”

Amanda looked stunned but answered, “Well, we have most of those, actually. Those were our standard languages ten years ago. Those all have bumped up to new standards, and we’ve added a few others you’ll need to learn too. If you know those, though, I think you should pick up on them quick!”

I sighed in relief, “Hopefully, the syntax is all the same and everything here. I don’t suppose you would have some software and a compiler to work with those here at home?”

“Of course,” she smiled at me, “tomorrow we’ll both go play together with it?”

“Cool!” I said, suddenly feeling like maybe there was a future beyond drooling and messy diapers still. I looked at Megan, “What’s your major?”

“I’m doing two actually, Philosophy and Computer Science, to go Pre-Law.”

“A lot of people would say those have nothing in common, but a lot of the logic principles carry over from the two,” Amanda said proudly of her baby sister.

I nodded, “I’ve heard that. If I was back home, I think I would probably try to do the same. But, here I’m just going to try and get away with my mind intact and one degree!”

“Speaking of your mind intact…” Amanda asked guiltily. I had just taken my last bite and gulped it down nervously. “How… how are you feeling now?”

I smiled at her, “I seem to be fine now.”

“What happened?” Fred asked nervously.

“Well… we went for a walk earlier,” Amanda started, “and… well…”

“Your wife started leaking from her boobies like a dairy cow at the farm,” Megan finished with a smile.

“Megan!” Amanda said, annoyed.

“Well, that’s what happened, isn’t it?” She smiled and stuck her tongue out at her. Clearly, she was determined to maintain levity at the table.

“So, does this mean Megan nursed?” Fred asked with a twinkle in his eye.

“Eeeeew…” both Megan and Amanda said in stereo.

“No, but I did,” I admitted.

“Were you forced to do it?” He asked me with concern.

“No,” I said.

“We made a deal,” Amanda told her husband, “since as long as she’s around, the boobs will keep leaking… she would try it and see if she liked it.”

“And did you, Stacy?”

“Well, she definitely became crazy about it,” Megan said.

“Stacy?” He asked.

“It was weird… Honestly, it tasted amazing… Once I had one mouthful, my body just wouldn’t stop craving it. I’ve never done drugs… but I felt like a drug user must. Is there something in Amazon milk that does that?”

He sighed, “It’s hard to determine which of the research into that is genuine and what’s been altered to fit agendas.”

“What do you think?” I asked him.

“Well… like I said, the field is muddled. Most of the research studies on breastfeeding real infants show that it helps with brain development, helps with body development, etc. We have movements like ‘Breastfed Babies are Best’ around all the time. On our infants, it does seem to yield benefits above formula-fed infants through the first few years… I think that research is absolutely certain.”

“And on Littles?”

He sighed, “Well, the majority of the research here has so much bias so clear I don’t believe anyone can say what’s actually true. The research tries to say that breastfed Littles are better-behaved, more docile, more loving, healthier weight-wise, less sick, etc. The problem is that most of the major research is sponsored by people with their hands in etiquette schools. They make money by pushing the idea of Littles needing their teeth removed so they can’t bite their mommies. I always find that funny, given your teeth can’t even pierce the skin of a Big’s breast - no matter how hard you bite! They also push that it’s a healthier diet and you’ll live longer with a more youthful appearance.”

Amanda looked a little nervous, “What do you think…?”

“Well, I thought we weren’t going to do this yet to be safe…?” I saw he was genuinely unhappy about this, and Amanda kind of shrunk her giant figure down a little bit. He sighed, “Something in the milk of most Amazons seems to instantly make a craving happen. The Little can’t really help feeling a compulsion to finish what their mommies have for them. It seems to have some sort of calming quality that becomes, at the very least, a psychological support for them. It does seem that those Littles on a mixture of breast milk and regular food are in better health longer too. However, those only on breast milk tend to bloat up and gain too much weight. Many of those end up needing other care twenty years down the road for heart-related issues.”

He paused, “The biggest downside, or benefit according to most Amazons, is that breastfed Littles seem to lose their urinary continence very quickly. Bowels don’t seem to be as directly affected except how milk normally affects a person.”

“So, I’m probably not an instant addict?” I asked him.

He shrugged, “One hit won’t do it, but if you keep it up, you may find you need Mommy’s milk more and more? I don’t honestly know. We were going to wait until you were a bit more settled before it came up, but my wife has always had such a strong maternal lactation reflex I’m almost surprised it took her until this afternoon to soak through the pads.”

I looked at Amanda, “Last night’s milk?”

“Regular milk with a little bit of honey in it.” She paused, “I really am sorry, Stacy.”

I sighed, “I don’t think any true harm has been done, honestly.” I paused for a moment, “The bet was if I would enjoy it or not?”

“No, Stacy, I’m calling…”

“Hold on… I know it probably wasn’t our brightest moment, but you’re doing me a huge favor by taking me in and NOT making me a mindless infant. If my presence is going to make your body have that reaction… I don’t mind helping out.”

“Are you sure?” Fred asked.

“Really, Stacy… maybe it’s not a good idea,” Megan said. She had gotten stiller and stiller on the side, and I sensed she now felt even guiltier than Amanda did since she egged her on.

“We just have to be very careful when. I’m guessing I messed my diaper on the way back home?” I asked.

Amanda nodded, “About fifteen minutes later.”

“So, I think you can probably add some bowel reaction to your research,” I told Fred. I thought for a second, “What time are my classes probably starting?” I looked at Megan.

“You’re a freshman, so you’re probably stuck with 8:30am?”

“And end?”

“Well, you should be able to be done by 5pm every day. Once in a while, there’s an odd evening class. Also, extracurricular groups tend to meet in the evenings… most of those would be dangerous for you, though.”

I nodded and thought through my agreement before looking at Amanda, “Okay, when I wake up and before bed, I think would be safe?” I suggested to her. “On weekends after lunch?”

“We said three times?” She tentatively asked.

“Well, let’s wait and see my class schedule first?” I said. “Remember if I defecate in my diaper in class, I’m on a one-way trip to nursery school instead of that college degree.”

She looked guilty, “and you did zone out really good…”

I nodded, “So is that fair to you? I did make the deal and will stick with it.”

“Deal,” she said with a smile.

“You sure?” Fred asked me.

I nodded, “I’m am… girl of my word.”

“I’ll try and see if I can’t get some emergency drugs for you to have on hand, too,” he said.

“What?” Amanda asked.

“We both know there will be some close calls for Stacy here… probably best if she has some emergency injections to counter any bouts of diarrhea or in case someone tampers with her.”

She nodded, “By the way, Stacy make it your habit to NEVER accept food, candy, or drinks from strangers. If a drink is out of your sight, even for a minute, don’t accept it.”

“What about at restaurants?” I asked.

“From now on, I’ll make sure we take something with us.”

I sighed, “You know this is complicated.”

“Yes, it is; if you’d rather just go to daycare and watch Naomi and Oliver, that would be fine with me…” she smirked at me.

Fred and Megan laughed, and I just stuck my tongue out at her.

 

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