Seems Too Good Chapters 15 and 16 by Sofia Hammerstein

Doctor Nick Benning has worked hard to become a phenomenal surgeon. Ads for traveling to a new dimension have begun to pop up everywhere; including a billboard asking 'Life got you down? Debt sky-high? Health problems? Just needing new scenery? Visit Portal Relocations on the web to learn of your chance for a new life!' Circumstances in life change for him and the journey begins to sound intriguing despite the stories he's heard... (A Tale from the Diaper Dimension)

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The Legal Stuff: Seems Too Good © 2020-2025 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 15: Little Superstore
 

IVY GATHERED A spare outfit, a couple more pull-ups, and a spare diaper for Holly’s diaper bag. She also made sure she threw in her sippy cup with the juice she had for safety while they were out. ‘Can’t be too careful in some places!’

‘I want Holly to regress… but I don’t want a mindless drooling little!’

She made sure she had her list of things they needed and found Holly waiting where she’d told her to. “Upsy daisy,” she said as she picked her up and opened the garage door.

The car seat she initially bought was a really nice one, but she hadn’t planned on a Little small enough to need a rear-facing infant seat. So instead of the nice toddler car seat, she’d bought the day before, she had to settle with what PR had on hand. ‘We should get another nice one today,’ she thought as she lay her back down and quickly did the harness buckles around her to lock her into the safety of her seat.

“You good?” She asked Holly.

“Yes,” she said with a squirm, “I guess… this is really embarrassing.”

Her face was such a beautiful red as she said it, matching her hair nicely. She laughed, “I know, but you’ll get used to it – and everyone else is only going to think about how adorable you are! We don’t have to go far,” she said as she closed the door and walked to the driver’s side to get in. Soon they were off towards town, and she debated where to go first. ‘Probably should wait to go to Fiona’s until after she’s in diapers full time…’ she mused. ‘I guess we’ll just go to LS? We can get everything we need there.’

She looked up at the backseat through the rearview mirror at the stoplight she was at and instantly added something to the list, ‘Need to switch out that mirror for a video screen to look at her in the back… probably would be good for her to be able to see me too… I know Mace has something for her little like that!’
 

I SAT BORED while Ivy navigated through the city streets, and I contemplated just what my future would be here in this world. There was literally nothing for me to do as she drove, and I realized that my feet had still not been covered in shoes or socks.

“Umm… Mommy?” I almost gagged on calling her that.

“Yes, Holly,” I heard her respond.

“I don’t have any shoes or socks on again?”

“That’s so you can blend in better, Holly,” she told me. “For your safety, I’m not going to be putting you down to walk in the stores we’ll be in today,” she added.

“Will I ever be able to wear shoes?” I asked, a little annoyed.

“Sorry, I only picked up that one set of dress shoes you wore yesterday. They’re pretty, but I don’t think you’d want to walk around in them. So we’ll look for some better shoes today.”

Right then, a light dinged on in my head. “Oh… why didn’t you have any clothing for me? You had done everything else for me already in my room, though?” I decided to see if I could get some more intel from her right then.

“Well…”

“You knew you were changing me into a girl after all,” I pushed with a neutral voice as I could use. ‘Pissing her off is not wise,’ I reminded myself.

I heard her sigh, “You’re right. I did have a whole set of clothes for you, but unfortunately, even though I had a range of clothes, I missed by six months even on the smallest of sizes I guessed on.”

“Oh,” I said.

“My mom took everything back for us yesterday to most of the stores, but I figured we’d start trying to fill in those gaps some more today.”

“Where at?” I asked as I felt the car stop and heard her turn off the engine.

“Here at Little Superstore first,” she told me. “Give me a second, and I’ll be around to get you out,” she told me.

I didn’t wait long, and I was on her hip as she carried me into a store that seemed to span an endless block like an IKEA store back home. I felt her feel my Pull-Up right then, “You’re dry. Do you need to go potty before we go shopping?”

“Umm… I just went?” I said.

“It’s a big store,” she told me.

Thinking about the limited three strikes, I decided to play it safe, “I don’t think I need to go, but I’ll try?”

“Good girl,” she said, giving me a small hug. I sat patiently on her hip as she walked straight into a women’s restroom. It was unlike any I’d ever seen before! Sure it had toilet stalls, but the mindblowing part was the massive row of twelve changing stations immediately as we walked in. ‘Free Diaper Samples’ with bright advertisements were given in cabinets next to the stations. I saw a half dozen adults in various states of being changed into new diapers.

One little was screaming his head off, “I’m not a goddamn baby or a girl!!! Let me go, you fucking bitch!!!!” at the lady that was manhandling the screaming little.

“You should spank the daylights out of his and be done with it,” one mother snarked nearby while holding her little girls’ ears closed against his tirade.

“Or at least stuff a lockable pacifier in his mouth?” Another added.

The lady responded, “I don’t believe in spankings, but believe me, he’ll be punished as soon as we get this dress on him. After that, I’m going to take him to the clinic, and we’ll get rid of those teeth and immobilize his tongue there.”

I saw the man stop struggling, “Please, no…!”

“Then we’re going to remove that ugly thing too!” I heard the man sob then.

Ivy carried me further in at that point, and I looked agape at four tiny toilets in front of me along the wall.

There were no stalls or barriers around them, but they were mini toilets complete with handles to flush. “Let’s try just to be safe,” Ivy told me. Then, she shocked me as she pulled my underwear down and sat me on the small potty. I could feel eyes from several moms standing around looking at me. I blushed but pushed out a surprising amount of urine into the waiting bowl. As I sat there, I couldn’t help but notice that the seat was still a little high for me, and my feet still didn’t reach the ground. It wasn’t nearly as tall as an adult toilet here, though.

“Good girl!” Ivy practically sang to me as she wiped me and pulled my pants back up.

“Isn’t that adorable,” one lady said to her Little. “How old is she?” she asked Ivy.

“Fifteen months,” she responded as she brought me to the sink to wash my hands.

The lady looked at her adult little she’d just sat on the changing table, “Fifteen months and already a bigger girl than you, huh? You couldn’t even make it an hour without pooping those panties you claimed you normally wore!”

The poor woman just sobbed right then, and I put my head into Ivy’s chest to hide from it. “You are training a little early with her, though, aren’t you?” the woman asked as Ivy turned on the water and she pulled a skirt out of her way.

“Maybe, but she’s been telling me when she needs to go and been dry at night a couple times. We’re going to try the Pull-Ups for a couple weeks. If she gets it, great! If not, we’ll go back to diapees again for a while.”

“Well, we’re going to be back in diapees with this little girl for a looong while,” the lady cooed at the woman as she exposed a poop-covered rear end by cutting away a pair of panties she was wearing with some scissors.

“Have a good day,” Ivy said and carried me out.

Once back at the entranceway, and when no one was around, I whispered, “She thought I…?”

“Yes, she thought you were a regular baby, not a Little. As far as anyone is concerned today, we’re just shopping for my adopted niece.” I was placed into a cart with a simple belt around me. I noted that there were many carts with far more elaborate restraints that she could have chosen. She found an elevator and pushed me inside with the cart, and we rode to a second story.

As she exited, I saw to my left a massive map of the store that seemed to take a long journey through an elaborate route like an IKEA store. ‘Different though… since it’s a journey through a massive over-the-top giant baby land instead!’ She pushed the cart forward to the first area, which demonstrated different styles of nurseries, playrooms, and even large-scale outdoor play equipment. Everything an Amazon would need to design their perfect fantasy nursery was present in dozens of model showrooms. I saw as we passed that there were options to buy full rooms or just scan the individual items with a phone as we traveled. In particular, I could tell that one room caught Ivy’s eyes.

The walls were painted pale green with pink and purple butterfly decor used around the room. A crib that seemed massive to me dominated one corner of the room, along with a changing table loaded with diapers. I could see from how Ivy lingered that this would likely be the decor for any nursery she put together. ‘Assuming she hasn’t already bought it all,’ I admitted. As we continued, I watched a woman sit down in the rocking chair in one room and pull her breast out to nurse her little who was crying. Her high-pitched cry sounded just like a newborn baby, even though the woman looked closer to thirty. ‘That didn’t sound like acting…?’ I thought to myself and wondered again about the procedures the article mentioned had nearly happened to their source.

She wound further into the maze, and I found the next section featured displays of robotic caregivers being used to give demonstrations. ‘Parents’ were using their real Littles with them to test the machines in front of other potential customers. One such little’s eyes were opened wide in terror as we passed, and I heard an almost realistic woman’s voice say, “constipation detected, treating.”

I turned my head and watched some weird mechanical octopus arm come forth and dart towards the little man who screamed ‘no!!!’ even as it slid underneath his diaper. What made it worse was the woman saying to her husband, “Look, you won’t have to do anything when I’m gone for next month now; it’ll take care of his every need!”

I wanted to get away from there as quickly as we could! The section continued with mechanical cribs, crazy swings, and even more of the full-size robotic nannies on display. I was so glad when Ivy pushed past that section of insanity a few moments later without even stopping to glance at any of the items. She seemed to sense my distress because she patted my head and said, “I know those things are scary, huh? Don’t worry; we won’t be buying any of that stuff for your niece.”

If I’d hoped it would be better in the next section, I soon learned I was most assuredly wrong.
 

IVY LOOKED AT Holly in the cart and wished she knew she could get her to take a pacifier or something right then. She was so nervous and obviously terrified by the robots in the previous section of the store.

‘Not that I blame her…’ she shuddered.

One time in medical school, three rivals had played a nasty prank on her. They had lured her to the mechanical nursery part of the pediatric ward, saying one of their professors needed to show her something unusual. Somehow, they had programmed one of the nannies to think she was a Little under her charge. They’d laughed and watched the video from a distance as she had endured two hours of the torture the nanny had inflicted. Out of all of the things she walked by just now, the worst was probably the enema she’d seen the one poor little getting. Her own gait shifted uncomfortably right then at the memory of one being stuck inside of her.

Luckily for her, a professor had caught onto what was going on and released her from the nursery. She’d had to wear diapers for nearly three months afterward, though, due to the treatments the nanny had given her to weaken her bladder and bowels!

Her rivals hadn’t been so lucky, though. The three of them had gone before the ethics board and were stripped of their spots at the school. Immediately they were ordered ‘shrunk’ and to attend ‘remedial’ schooling down the road at an etiquette school. Last she knew, all of them had adopted parents that took them to a mechanical nursery every day for daycare!

Not that she’d ever gloat about it…

The next section of the store was one she wished didn’t have to be right after the mechanical department. Of course, it didn’t help that it was a more extensive section of the store than it had any right to be.
 
 

Chapter 16: Good Girl!
 

I DID EVERYTHING I could to not shake in terror at the sights around me. The store had begun by displaying mockups of the most beautiful and loving nurseries that could be dreamed up. Now it had quickly moved to someone's nightmarish fantasies.

Those displays proudly featured different types of 'restraints' as we walked under an arch that separated this part of the store from the mechanical section. Everything from handcuffs, straight jackets, leashes, and even dog collars. The lighting was adjusted now, with lots of red spotlights tinting all of the shelves and products red. I saw one woman trying those terrible things on a shaking woman there as Ivy pushed through. The Little cried as she kept trying different-sized collars on her! My stomach lurched then at the thought of something like that around my neck. Another row featured paddles, canes, super-sized spoons, 'weighted' hairbrushes, old-fashioned stick 'switches,' and to my horror, even whips and cattails were proudly displayed as demo units. Gags and other ways to truss someone up, hang them up, and… it took everything for me not to throw up.

To her credit, Ivy moved faster through that section than any other so far!

When she finished, there was a massive color change to white for the décor and lighting, and everything became about nursing mothers. From a large section of maternity bras to pumps to pillows, there was nothing but breastfeeding products for the next large section of the store. Thankfully Ivy skipped that area and pushed past a section of baby bottles, pacifiers, and other feeding accessories. Next, there was a selection of high chairs lined up in multiple aisles across the aisle from them. I recognized the one at her house, seeing the advertising that it came with two covers and colors of their choice. I noted it could have been purple or pink instead as she passed by.

She stopped at a nearby aisle with colorful plastic plates, bowls, and cutlery. "See, no knives," she whispered to me, "but let me get a few forks?" she suggested when she saw some silicone forks in a package with cute characters on the handles.

I smiled as that would help a little without making as much of a mess! One aisle over, she grabbed a few more sippy cups like I had already been using. I noticed she took a long stare at the baby bottles and pacifiers on the rows too, but she continued past them to where there was a small selection of electronic baby toothbrushes. She grabbed one of the main units, two different sizes of head attachments, and two toothpaste types. She threw all of that into the cart before walking on.

I was greeted with walls of diapers on both sides of me. The store had a large selection the day before, but it had nothing on this place! Ivy didn't stop long enough for me to really look, but there was an endless selection for 'parents' to decide on. For example, the first shelves had 'crawler diapers' that I would have thought at first just meant they were designed to move and protect crawling babies from leaking.

Looking at some large digital signage set me straight, though. 'Little Superstore has the BEST crawler diapers to ensure that your Little will be crawling safely just as a good baby should.' A screen showed a Little adult woman in a short t-shirt, and one of their diapers was attempting to stand on her legs. It showed her attempts failing as she fell on her butt or face several times. I watched as the video zoomed into the diaper and showed that it forced her legs into a wide stance and apparently blocked her from gaining her balance when she attempted to stand. Her toothless drooling face was all smiles, though, as her 'mommy' watched her continue to crawl to her instead. Finally, the mom picked her up and cooed happily at her as she hugged the poor woman. Clearly, it was guaranteed to sell to someone…

Thankfully Ivy continued past those without a glance as my stomach engaged in flip flops over the idea. But, of course, it was just getting warmed up as I saw diapers that 'rewarded' Littles for wetting or pooping with extra features. Others promised to zap a Little if they went without the parent giving them permission by turning the function off… However, there was a smaller wall of genuine baby diapers past all of that. These at least looked identical to our dimensions. She grabbed one box that looked identical to Pampers back home and placed them in the cart. At my glare, she said, "While we're here, I figured we should get you some more nighttime diapers, huh?"

She kissed the top of my head and tickled my belly before whispering, "Relax, you're okay."

The next section of the store was a collection of strollers, playpens, and other baby gear, followed by a large area of cribs and bedding.

At the car seat aisle, she stopped. I was confused that she looked to be buying a new car seat. 'What's wrong with the one I have already?' I wondered.

The more I looked at what she was looking at, I figured the one in the car must have been meant for a bigger baby than she felt I was. These seats had the handles to carry an infant in them if you wanted to leave them strapped inside when you went somewhere. I kept my mouth shut as she browsed and eventually put a purple one inside the cart. I couldn't read a lot of the writing on the box from my seat, but 'Infants up to 70 pounds or 64 inches' was clearly visible.

I didn't have long to really dwell on my being able to be defined as an infant, though, as she stopped on the other side of the aisle. This side featured a whole section of car accessories for babies. I saw carrier handle bead toy attachments, sun shades, and some mirrors for mothers to see their rear-facing babies. She searched for a moment before finding the one item she seemed to obviously be looking for. It was a set of video screens; one was placed on the seat above the baby's car seat, and the other mounted on the car dashboard for the driver. Both the baby and mother see each other like a FaceTime video. They were also able to play movies and cartoons for the baby. Ivy didn't look at it long before tossing it into the cart with everything else she'd grabbed so far.

She passed up the stroller and playpen aisles and kept moving until we finally came to the part of the store that she had claimed we were there for - clothing!

To my confusion, she didn't stop in the first girl's section labeled 'Little Girl,' or unsurprisingly, the boy's section that followed. Instead, she kept moving until we came to a second girl's section labeled 'Infant Girl.' I looked around the area and wondered what the difference was here. She pushed me along for a moment before coming to a rack of dresses, "These are so cute!" She cooed.

She held several up to me but mostly just piled the outfits she chose into the cart. She cooed at me and spoke to me like a toddler during the trip, but to my relief, I was never taken to a room to try any of the dozens of outfits she picked out. 'Maybe by not having me try them on, she's reinforcing I'm not a Little to the others?' I wondered. Several store clerks checked on her every now and then, but she declined their help each time.

The clothing she picked out was made up predominantly of dresses, and the rest seemed to accommodate easy diaper access. I blushed at the idea of being dressed in the onesies and rompers Ivy had tossed into the cart! Footed sleepers and several sets of pajamas joined the casual shorts and t-shirts that seemed more appropriate given the warm temperatures outside. A couple of frilly one-piece swimsuits were tossed in for good measure before she started to leave. Finally, there was a shoe section where she had me try on a few pairs as she bought sneakers, sandals, dress shoes, and slippers that she liked without ever once asking my frustrated opinion.

Finally, as she moved to leave the clothing areas, I saw packs of panties on a wall just down from the shoes. 'Maybe…' I tugged at her shirt as I thought quickly.

"Mommy, big girl!" I said quietly to her and nodded to the wall.

"Hmm…" She said, "let's take a look."
 

HOLLY HAD MANAGED to behave in a way throughout the trip that Ivy couldn't help but admire. She didn't cry, scream, or react to all of the crazy things around her. This store truly claimed to be a one-stop shop for new parents, but that unfortunately meant for the kind of parents Ivy despised too. When Holly grabbed at her shirt and pointed out the panties, she had wanted to ignore the clothing that she didn't want to buy, but Ivy wanted Holly to come to believe she needed the diapers and the babying. She wanted her to willingly accept it - not think that she would be forced into it without reason...

If that was the case, then she really had demonstrated she could probably handle real panties, at least while they were home. The problem was that real panties would make her accidents a much bigger deal when they began to happen… She'd already forced a box of diapers into the cart, though, 'why not give her some hope?' she thought.

She looked through the small selection of panties and was surprised to see they went down to twelve months at this store as regular panties. The character-covered panties she picked in her size made her say, "Aww… how cute!"

Featuring some cartoon princess characters on the front and back, they had lace around the leg and waistbands and a tiny bow in the middle of the front. To her surprise, they weren't even padded! She grabbed a pack of twelve that they came in and put them in the basket. "We'll see if Holly can be a big enough girl to wear these cute panties," she told Holly with a smile.

"Pwincess!" Holly said with a smile.

'Damn, she's a good actor…' she couldn't help but note.

"Yep! Just like Holly!" she tickled her belly just to make a little giggle happen. Holly's face lit up as she tried to run from her but had nowhere to go.

She came to the elevators and rode down with the full cart of clothes and diapers to the first floor. This store made a large part of their money on the showrooms you began with, and this was where you picked up any big furniture or gear packages. She was fully ready on that front in the nursery when she got to use it, so she just pushed to the checkouts.

"Did you find all you needed to, ma'am?" an employee asked as she piled her purchases on the short belt.

"Yes, I did," she said, "thank you!"

"Your daughter is adorable! How old is she?"

"Fifteen months," Ivy responded.

"For real, or is she a Little that age?"

"For real," Ivy told her with a smile.

"What's with all of the clothes? Baby clothes are cheaper?"

"Actually, other than the diapers and the panties in that stack, the rest is all for my sister. She just adopted!" she smiled.

"Wow, someone sure is getting a great shower!"

"She'd better appreciate it too!" Ivy told her with a smile.

The checker began ringing up her purchases, and Ivy was actually shocked by how little she'd spent on this trip. Her previous trips there had been a lot more expensive! Out at the car, she opened the new car seat box and unbuckled the installed one. She put that one in the trunk while Holly watched dutifully from her seat in the cart. It was a major pain to install the base of the new car seat and latch everything in, but she was able to secure it after a bit of whispered swearing. Once everything was loaded into the car except her little girl, she looked at Holly and asked, "Need to use the potty before we go to lunch?"

"As long as I can go when we get there, I'm fine."

"Okay," she said with a smile as she buckled her into the new car seat. Unfortunately, her dress was in the way, so Ivy pulled it free of the buckle, exposing her bloomers. Ivy couldn't help but check by pulling the bloomers down a bit to see all of the wetness indicators still showed dry on the Pull-Up.

"Good girl!" she said and closed her door before continuing to the driver's side.

'Hopefully, I won't be giving her too many more of those compliments…' she mused.
 

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