Seems Too Good Chapters 31 and 32 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.
 

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Chapter 31: Playhouse
 

I STARED AT the first normal-sized door to me since I’d left home! It was inset of a gigantic Ivy-sized door, probably around twelve or thirteen feet tall. Mine was only about five feet tall, and I could easily reach the door handle that I turned and pushed open. Inside I was shocked to see I was in a really realistic and cute little house. I looked around in amazement and realized the couch was mine from home! I excitedly ran over to that wall and plopped down on the couch. It still was a bit larger than me since I’d shrank more, but it was comfortable since it was one of my rare splurges to buy the light-colored gray sofa! It even featured two reclining sections on either side and cup holders. ‘I figured it had been trashed,’ I thought to myself and turned around to see that my flat-screen TV from back home was across from it, along with my electronics hooked up.

‘What?!?!’ I thought to myself. I walked over and saw that everything was there with my extensive old Blu-ray and DVD collections on some white shelves built into the walls around the TV. Everything was accessible at my height, and I experimentally turned it on and saw it worked. She even hooked up the game console I bought before I left. I smiled since it had been the latest system. It sat there, ready to go with the large collection of games I had bought.

There was a white dining room table just inside the doorway that was not from back home. The table would comfortably sit me and probably Littles and smaller kids under five. It sat next to a brightly colored play kitchen that looked to have my old pots, pans, and spoons sitting next to it. I looked at the burners and could see they were definitely fake. ‘Who would let a baby play with a real stove?’ I admitted to myself.

I was surprised when I opened what looked like a fake pink refrigerator that there was a sizeable real mini-fridge inside. It held a couple of baby bottles of juice, another of water, and a sippy cup that I guessed probably had juice. Another bottle looked to maybe have milk in it, and I blushed. ‘She thinks that I would willingly just go the milk route…?’ I closed the cold refrigerator, looked above the fake stove’s counter, and saw an elaborate play microwave. I was surprised when I opened it that it looked like it worked too. A few feet of countertop extended before coming to a sink that I experimentally turned on and saw water pour in. To my surprise, it seemed even the hot water worked!

I turned and saw a smaller room walled off from the main one. Inside I found a play nursery of doll-sized furniture, dolls, bottles, fake baby food, and everything else a little girl would need to play ‘mommy’ for her baby dolls. I felt my face flush at the thought that I would want to extend my treatment to those poor dolls… I quickly walked out of the small room and into the main area. There was a colorful rug with some bookshelves featuring my own books from back home and what looked like a small preschool library of picture books. There were a couple of pink bean bags spread about the reading area. Combined with the different color scheme, it felt like it was almost another room. Then, I noticed another door that went to a room on the opposite side of the nursery.

I walked over to it and entered and saw a mirrored vanity, a folding changing partition screen, and about fifty different dress-up outfits hung on a bar I could reach. I raked my hands through what were mostly princess dresses but also had some sort of animal costumes like a rabbit and a kitty, a doctor’s lab coat, and even a spacesuit. The vanity looked to have some combs and hair accessories that I wouldn’t even begin to know how to use. It looked like there was plenty of child’s play makeup too.

I shook my head, left the room, and looked around the walls. They were painted like my new nursery, but with pinks and white instead of purple. I was startled when I realized familiar pictures hung on the walls. All of my family photos packed away or in my ‘old’ room were now hung along the new living room area. I smiled at the picture of my mom and dad and felt a tear go down my face as I wondered how badly they would think I screwed up. I looked away and realized that two large crystal-looking chandeliers hung about the open space in addition to some side sconces. I looked above the entrance and saw that a ladder was placed along one side that led up to another lofted area.

I climbed up it and discovered a large mattress with cute bedding laying directly on the second level floor, along with a window seat with a view into the yard. I lay down on it curiously and discovered it was pretty comfortable. A tall secure railing made it almost like a crib with the walls on the headboard and the wall on the other long side. I heard the door open, so I sat up and climbed back down the ladder.

“What is this place?” I asked her.

“This is your playhouse. It’s one of the places I’ll let you play without me hovering over you. When you make some friends, you can eventually play with them here, and you’ll be the coolest girl ever.” She looked at me with a big smile, “It’s also nice because it has air conditioning and heating, so you can play here in the winter or summer comfortably.”

“Why?” I asked nervously.

She knelt down then, and I realized that it was probably the size of a big ‘she-shed’ type building but converted to the playhouse design for me. “Look… I know I’m taking a lot away from you. I’m not going to lie to you there. I’m making you take a step back in life that you didn’t want to take. Most parents would just let you have a small playset, keep you inside playing with the fake kitchen, and everything else in one room...”

She paused, “I am going to baby you in just about every other sense of the word, but I want you to have a space of your own for your own well-being.”

“I can come out here whenever I want?” I asked.

“You need to ask me for permission, and I may say no. But, you will not talk back to me if I do,” Ivy told me.

I nodded, “Can I nap out here sometimes?”

“Not right now, maybe down the road,” she told me. “And at some point, I want you to introduce me to the movies you had packed with you. I hope I hooked everything together right.”

My eyes caught the photo of my parents again, and I found myself doing something unusual then. I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her, “Thank you, Mommy,” I told her.
 

IVY HELD HOLLY tightly in the hug for several moments and tried to hide the tears in her eyes. ‘After everything from the last twenty-four hours, having Holly willingly give me a hug and call me Mommy is the best feeling in the world,’ Ivy thought.

“Why don’t you play and explore more in here and on the playset until lunch,” she suggested to Holly.

“Okay,” Holly said with a genuine smile on her face.

Ivy walked back out of the door and into the house, where she pulled her tablet from its usual home and turned on the camera monitoring app.

Holly was going through every little nook and corner of the room, and she saw the smiles when she found something else from her old home. She had seen this idea on a web forum for adoptive parents a month before they had connected and thought it would be amazing to give her more of her things. The bedroom set Holly had been using for the first couple of weeks would now be disappearing to the dump, most likely. She had better furnishings in her nursery and no need for a big girl’s bed anymore! She smiled as the fridge was opened up, and after staring for several moments before, to her surprise, she grabbed the baby bottle of juice and carried it to the couch.

Seeing that Holly was fine and settling into her new place in the world, she decided to go ahead and get a few things done around the house. She cleaned up the kitchen and began a load of laundry before starting the oven to make some chicken nuggets and fries for lunch. Ivy only put a couple of nuggets in the oven for Holly. She added a handful of fries and some more for her own lunch. Given that Ivy would be nursing Holly before her nap, Ivy wanted to make sure Holly was still hungry then. ‘Going to be a delicate balance,’ she thought to herself.

When lunch was just about done, she looked back at the monitors and saw Holly had moved from the playhouse to the playground and was experimentally climbing up the rock wall. The sight made her heart stop with worry, but the little girl managed to make it up the wall with no problems and used the slide to get down. Ivy watched her climb into the lowest child’s swing and began swinging back and forth gently.

A look at the timer told her it was time to get her inside.
 

“ARE YOU HAVING fun?” Ivy asked me as she strode towards me.

I shrugged, “I guess. I don’t really remember the last time I was little enough to be playing on a playground. I know it was at the end of elementary school, but that was a long time ago…?”

“You won’t have to worry about outgrowing this set,” she told me with a smile.

I shrugged, “Guess not.”

“Lunch is ready,” she told me.

I nodded and followed her inside the house. As she picked me up to go into the high chair, she said, “Someone is a soggy princess, huh?”

I blushed at the intrusion of her hand but nodded, “Yes.”

“We’ll change you after lunch,” she told me as she finished strapping me into the high chair and brought the tray over.

A smaller than usual amount of food was placed on the plate. Only two of the oversized nuggets and a small number of fries made me look at Ivy suspiciously, “Why only this much?”

“You’ll have the rest of your lunch after we have this,” she told me.

I blushed, “What if I’m still hungry?”

“You won’t be after I nurse you.”

I sighed and enjoyed that at least she was letting me have this much. ‘The baby food last night was a warning shot, but I can’t help but notice there are still a few jars sitting out on the counter!’

Two chicken nuggets and the number of fries she gave me did not last long, particularly with the energy I had spent exploring my new playhouse earlier. My plate was quickly cleared, and I quickly drained the half-filled juice bottle that she had placed on the high chair tray.

I found myself daydreaming of ways that I might convince Ivy to let me grow up, but nothing seemed remotely doable. ‘I’m sure that she was telling me the truth about not being able to get away from the tracking devices.’

Finally, after a while of being bored, Ivy put her last fry in her mouth and stood up. “Let’s get you changed and ready for your nap,” she told me as she unbuckled me.

“Do I have to take a nap?” I asked.

“I guess I should have mentioned that rule, but you’ve been taking them, so I didn’t?”

The warning look made me say, “Yes, Mommy, sorry.”

She squeezed me to let me know she wasn’t mad and carried me to the changing table. “What a soggy little girl!” she told me with a smile as she pulled my onesie back up and away from my diaper.

I remembered earlier and wondered if she would do another silly song again. My question was answered quickly as she grabbed both of my feet in her hands and began singing and moving them. “Lift one foot, and then the other,” while she lifted them back and forth, “Lift one foot, and then the other. Lift one foot, and then the other - lift them both together,” she sang as she lifted my legs up. She unexpectedly grabbed my arms next, “Lift one arm, and then the other,” and kept singing until she sang, “Lift them both together!”

With my arms away from my belly, she suddenly took the opportunity to tickle my bare belly mercilessly. “Stop,” I giggled uncontrollably. Simultaneously I felt myself pee more into the already soaked diaper.

She kissed me on the forehead and undid the tapes on my diaper. She lifted my legs again, and I felt the cold wipes. I squirmed a bit because I still didn’t feel comfortable having someone touch me down there. “Such a squirmy baby today,” she told me, apparently thinking the same.

I sighed, still trying to get my breathing under control from the tickle attack. ‘Ivy’s probably just trying to get the rest out of me since she doesn’t believe I have any control left.’ I sighed in my own head, ‘I don’t have much, that’s for certain.’

Luckily for me, with it just being a wet diaper, the change went quickly, and I was soon snapped back into the onesie. I was unbuckled, and Ivy carried me to the rocking chair, “Ready for the rest of your lunch?” she asked me.

I shrugged, “I guess,” I sighed.

She looked concerned but pulled her shirt open, unlatched her nursing bra flap, and presented me with the dripping nipple. I stared at the nipple for a long moment. Several weeks ago, I would probably have gotten horny while thinking about this, but instead, the nipple just stood out and existed. I sighed as I leaned forward, put my mouth around her warm skin, and nursed. If there was one thing that I didn’t mind about this, it was that there was something comforting about her body temperature. The milk came into my mouth with each suckle, and I was soon on autopilot.

‘I wish this tasted nasty,’ I thought while admitting I probably was getting addicted to the stuff.
 

IVY HAD ROCKED Holly to sleep twenty minutes ago but just couldn’t bring herself to put her down yet. Deciding she’d rather be able to watch her, she placed her down in the playpen in the living room. A few toys were spread about the playpen for her if she woke up before she noticed.

Just as she was finished cleaning up after pumping a little more, her phone rang, “Hi, Mom,” she said as she looked at the caller identification.

“Hi Ivy, how is it going? You texted that you put her back into diapers yesterday?”

“Let me move to my office,” she told her in a whisper. Then, when she was done, she answered, “Yep, my little Holly is all snug in her diapers, and no more chances left for her to wear big girl panties.”

“How exciting!” her mom squealed. “Is her diet normal now too?”

“Well, I’m still feeding her table food, but I’m also nursing her equally,” she added. “Research shows it’s a good combination.”

“How’d she take realizing she’d been drinking your milk…?”

“She’s smarter than you’d expect; she actually knew it before I forced her to nurse from me yesterday…” she proceeded to fill her mom in on the events of the last couple of weeks. She’d agreed to not visit until Holly was more settled, but that time seemed to be passed.

“So how about dinner tonight?” she suggested to Ivy.

“Tonight?” She asked in surprise. “I don’t have anything in the house to cook for you all to come over?”

“We’ll go out to eat?” She pleaded. “Please? You finally gave me a grandbaby, and I’ve not had a chance to spoil her yet.”

“How are you going to spoil her at dinner?” She asked.

“I have presents, of course!”

She sighed, “I guess it’s time for her to see you all again.”

After they made arrangements, she got off the phone and hoped that she was right about Holly being ready to go out in her new status as a genuine babied little. ‘I’d better triple-check that her diaper bag is all packed. Probably should grab the sling, too, in case Mom decides shopping is in order.’ I hope she likes being held with it… not that she’ll have a choice,’ she sighed with relief at the knowledge that she didn’t have to tiptoe around the truth anymore. She knew that Holly was brilliant and had figured out the game moves before she sprung the trap, but it was like any relationship - she believed in taking things slow.
 
 

Chapter 32: Day Out
 

I WOKE UP in yet another unfamiliar spot, but with a growing familiarity with the wet diaper wrapped around my groin. I groaned and sat up to see the mesh sides of the playpen she had placed in the living room not far from the piano. ‘I was really hoping she wouldn’t make me use this.’

I stood up and found that the playpen floor was just spongy enough that I could see why she laid me down in there for the nap. I saw no signs of her right then, so I turned my attention to examine what was inside the cage with me.

A baby doll dressed in a frilly dress sat along one side. Curious, I picked her up and discovered she had a diaper on that could be removed, along with a dress that was held on with velcro. I experimented with moving her arms and legs for a moment before hugging her to my chest because I had nothing else to do.

“Mommy?” I called out.

“Just a minute, sweetie,” I heard from her bedroom.

I sighed and sat the doll down where she had been and looked around at the other couple of toys left in the playpen. I noticed a weird-shaped plastic creature with different colored and shaped blocks around the outside of it. I crawled over to it and accidentally pressed down on its head when I lost my balance trying to stand up.

Suddenly, it started spitting the large plastic shapes out of it, as it spun around while playing a nursery song. “Play with me!” it said. “Put the STAR in.”

I looked at it cautiously before looking to see if Ivy had reappeared. Not seeing her, I shrugged and put the shape into the hole. “Yay!!!” it cried out, “Now put the SQUARE in me.”

Somehow the stupid baby toy captured my attention, and I found myself placing each shape in until they were all back in. “What a good job!” I heard above me and jumped when I realized that Ivy had been watching me for who knows how long!

“Umm… I just…”

“Was playing with a toy like I expected!” She told me. “Do you want to play inside there longer or go back outside?”

“Umm... can I take my tablet outside?” I asked.

She looked at me in a way that made me think she would say ‘no,’ but she nodded, “That’s fine. How’s that diaper holding up?”

“I need to be changed; please, Mommy,” I told her with a sigh.

She smiled at that and picked me up. It was a quick change of the diaper, and I was soon let outside carrying my tablet and went to my new playhouse. Inside I noted, ‘I could actually just live out here if she let me!’

I entered and felt like it was a bit safer as I sat down on my couch and turned on the tablet. Then, I got to work on a new project that I was curious about - what rights did Littles actually have?

I began diving into general websites and soon looked in the databases I’d gained access to through Ivy at Emerson University. I learned there that Littles could actually go to college after graduating high school, assuming they could avoid adoption after crossing their high school graduation stage. However, I found a log of disturbing data as I dug further in. Apparently, it was exceedingly rare for those students to graduate from Emerson without being adopted first. Outside of the university, I discovered the rules for adopting a Little were a history of back and forth fighting.

Decades ago, no Littles in this country would live independently without being adopted. At some point, someone realized no free Littles meant no free Littles to kidnap. They then made it difficult to legally ‘adopt.’ Work permits were available to students who had graduated from a university to prevent them from being adopted… unless they were fired, couldn’t maintain housing, committed a maturity violation, or were arrested.

Even those Littles rarely made it to age thirty without being adopted themselves. Once adopted, you had no right to complain about treatment and no right to go to school. I did find an obscure clause where an adopted little apparently could work under the supervision of an adult. But, the more I read through the language of that law, it seemed to just be a loophole to keep a potential little beholden to their new parent until they were swept away to the nursery that had been secretly prepared for them. ‘I can relate to that!’

Some little protest groups kept trying to gain traction on some new civil rights bills. One such Little even made an appearance before Congress, trying to make a case for freedom. From everything I saw and read, though, they stood no chance against the wealthy politicians and major corporations getting rich off the system. I had just about been ready to switch to a new line of research when I heard a knock on the door.

“Umm… come in?” I said while putting the tablet to sleep.

Ivy came in her large door and said, “My parents want to meet for dinner again, so we need to get you cleaned up and ready.”

I stood up, “Okay,” and carried the tablet inside. I watched as Ivy did something with a keypad I hadn’t noticed, and the doors locked behind us. “It has electronic door locks too?” I asked, surprised.

“It’s a pretty special playhouse, in case you hadn’t figured that out,” she told me with a smile.

I decided I needed to take some advice from a page I read a while ago and be a bit more affectionate to get her to do what I wanted later. So I reached my arms up to her, “Uppie, Mommy,” I told her.

The smile on her face grew wider than I would have dreamed possible, and I was soon gathered in her arms as she walked inside. An intruding hand squeezed my diaper, “Hmm… not wet. Did you drink something after your nap?”

I blushed, “I wasn’t thirsty…?”

“Hmm… If I’m going to let you be out there in your playhouse, you will have to promise to drink something. Otherwise, you can stay in your playpen,” Ivy warned me.

“Sorry, Mommy, I’m still used to going hours on my rounds and not stopping to drink anything.”

I noticed her eyes open as I reminded her that I wasn’t just a normal baby. Then, she squeezed me and said, “Well, if you don’t need a new diaper, you do still need a new outfit.”

I shrugged, “Okay, Mommy.”

She carried me into the nursery and set me down next to my crib. I watched as she dug through the closet and said, “Perfect!”

Ivy walked back over to me and knelt down in front of me. She popped the snaps of the onesie I was wearing and said, “Arms up like a ballerina!” I groaned but did like she asked, “Keep them there for just a moment,” Ivy told me as she slipped a dress over my head.” At least I thought it was a dress… It had a skirt that she pulled up into the air and said, “hold this for Mommy.”

I blushed since I was flashing my diaper but soon realized the dress was more of a romper with a snap crotch she closed. Then, I felt it hug my diaper more securely, and she said, “All done!” in her sing-song voice.

She carried me to a tall mirror she had placed vertically in the nursery, and I saw my reflection. It was a cute little dress with lacy pink flutter sleeves. It was the same pink color for the bodice, and a white skirt featured large pink flowers printed on it. “Cute, huh?” Ivy asked.

I nodded, “Yes, Mommy.”

“How about we do your hair? I have a perfect idea and just enough time to do it!”

I snuggled into her embrace more, “Okay.”

She carried me to the kitchen and buckled me into my high chair. “Be back in a second,” she told me. I watched her grab a bin of hair supplies that she placed on the table in front of my chair. She then went to the fridge and returned with a bottle of that plapple juice. “Nurse this, while I do your hair,” she told me.

I made a face, but her stern look had me putting the nipple into my mouth. The stupid drink was way too delicious; I couldn’t stop drinking as she worked on my hair. I emptied the bottle a short while later and popped it out of my mouth. A big belch came from my stomach as she pulled something else on my hair tight.

“Some wigglies in your tummy?” she asked me in her Mommy voice.

I just nodded. ‘Ivy’s using that stupid voice more and more,’ I noted. ‘It’s getting old in a hurry!’

I sat there for a long while before she said, “Done!” She reached for her phone on the counter and said, “Smile and say cheese!” I smiled and sat there while she took a few photos. “Let me take a picture from behind, and I’ll let you see what I did.”

“Okay,” I said, fidgeting a little with my feet. I hadn’t really noticed before since the tray was usually in the way, but there was a foot rail below my feet to rest my feet on. Unfortunately, I was too small for my feet to reach it. I heard her phone snap a few more pictures before she brought it around and showed me first the images face on.

“I look cute,” I admitted aloud. I really did look like a model toddler, and truthfully her changes to my body meant I even had an adorable toddler smile. The pictures of my head showed she had braided two sections of my hair to make a heart that then hung down into a small ponytail at the end of the point. She had also placed a pink bow where she tied it, making it as sugary sweet as possible. “Thank you for making me pretty, Mommy,” I told her.

She kissed me on the forehead and said, “You’re welcome. Now I’m going to set you down in the living room while I go to the bathroom, and then we’ll leave.”

“Okay, Mommy,” I told her.

‘Just rub it in that you can use the potty!’ I thought while I waited. After she left, I pressed on my diaper and was happy to see it was still dry. ‘That juice will probably change that soon,’ I thought. ‘There has to be something bad in it… But I doubt she would let me avoid it, so I guess I just keep drinking it.’

She returned a few moments later with my diaper bag on her shoulder. She picked me up and placed me on her hip, “Let’s go see Grandma and Grandpa!”

I lay my head against her and sat passively as she carried me to the car. Soon secured in the car seat, she said, “How about a cartoon while we drive?”

I shrugged, “Whatever, you don’t have to.”

Soon though, she turned on the cartoon she’d mentioned, and I found myself sucked into watching an animated show called ‘Meggy and Lizzie.’ From what I could gather, it was about a Little and her ‘Big’ sister going on adventures with magical creatures in a forest near their home. I found myself so into the show as they searched for a solution to a stolen pet that I was startled when the screen turned off.

“We’re here!” she cried out to me as she came around and picked me up after gathering my diaper bag. She felt my diaper and said, “Still dry?” she touched my forehead, “You’re not getting sick, are you?”

I looked at her, “I shouldn’t be?”

“Weird,” she told me. “If you don’t go potty before we leave, we may have to run some bloodwork.”

“Why?” I told her, “I used to go hours at a time without going, and I went during my nap a lot.”

She made a face, “I guess you’re right. I still should see a wet diaper soon. You’re not holding it, are you?”

I shook my head, “Not intentionally?”

“Hmm…” she said. Her parents waved at us right then, and she carried me over there. “Hi Mom, Daddy,” she said.

They gave her a hug, and her mom reached for me and said, “Come to Granny!”

Ivy handed me over to her.

“Oh, who’s the cutest little?” she said as she tickled my stomach.

I giggled, “Me?”

“Not conceited at all?” Her husband laughed.

“Don’t listen to that old man; you definitely are!” she said, giving me a hug and a kiss on my forehead. “Let’s get some dinner,” she told us and walked inside a restaurant that looked like a steakhouse.

“How many?” The hostess asked.

“Three adults and one high chair,” Ivy said.

“Little or baby high chair?”

“Baby,” Ivy said while her mom said, ‘Little.’

“Baby,” Ivy reasserted.

“She doesn’t need the extra straps to behave?” Grandma asked Ivy.

“She’s a good baby girl,” Ivy answered her.

The hostess looked doubtful but put the information in her system, “It’ll be about ten minutes,” she told us.

Granny carried me to a seat, where she turned me around to look at her. “I’m so glad your mommy finally started taking care of you, right!” she told me with a smile. “You are so much cuter this way! And no more worrying about the big girl potty, huh?”

I just smiled as I didn’t trust myself to respond.

“Where’s her pacifier?” she asked Ivy.

“I forgot to grab one earlier. Holly’s not fully taken to them quite yet.”

“You should work on that. A good little should always want her paci!” Granny said to Ivy.

“I don’t have that, but do you want to feed her a bottle of juice, Mom?”

“Ooh, yes, I bet Holly would love that, huh?” Then, she said, tickling me, “would you like Granny to feed you your baba?”

I just nodded, “Please, Granny,” thinking back to the article I’d read earlier. I didn’t want Ivy’s mom feeling like I needed other things changed about me. A moment later, I was lying back in the crook of her arm, nursing the bottle.

“She is so adorable,” she told Ivy. “You should let me babysit when you go back to work!”

“I appreciate the offer, Mom, but I think she needs to socialize with other Littles. If daycare doesn’t work out, I’ll think about it, but this way, I can just walk downstairs for lunch and nurse her.”

I listened to them talk about me and realized that I really was just a live baby doll to them. Then, just as I was coming to the end of the bottle, I felt my bladder relax, and it poured urine into my diaper. I sighed around the bottle and was glad Ivy would stop harassing me about the dry diaper. With the empty bottle pulled from my lips, I stood up on Granny’s knees. She reached under my skirt and said, “Looks like someone wet their diapee like a good baby!”

Right then, a cramp came suddenly, though, and I found myself squatting on her legs.

“Uh-oh, someone has a poopy face,” she teased me.

I groaned, but she was right. Then, a mess of poop squeezed through my butt and sat warmly in my diaper. The snap crotch of the dress outfit held it right next to my skin, and I crinkled my face up at the sticky feeling. Standing next to us was an Amazon family with a couple of daughters. One, who was probably just barely out of diapers herself, shouted loudly, “Stinky, that baby made a stinky Mommy!”
 

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