Seems Too Good Chapters 41 and 42 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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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 41: Broken
 

I JUMPED, OR at least tried to, when I realized I wasn’t in the daycare I’d last remembered. I looked up and saw Ivy and relaxed, “I slept all the way out to the car?” I was a little surprised by the pacifier in my mouth, but she seemed to understand me still.

“Yep, you just had a bottle about an hour ago?” she said with a shrug, “You were probably just out from that. Let’s go home, and I’ll find you a snack since you only had a baba for lunch.”

I stared at her as she closed my door and took off, wondering if she knew the Hell that she left me in earlier. ‘Probably not…’ I thought to myself. There was a part of me that could see where the Amazon’s blind spot came in with us. I was the size of a baby; ergo, I should be treated like a baby… That would mean taking me to daycare just like you would a baby since she couldn’t possibly safely leave me at home by myself. ‘I wonder if there’s anything else I can do there… just coloring every day for the rest of my life is going to suck!’

I sighed as I realized that I continued to nurse at the pacifier on autopilot. It wasn’t a long drive home, so Ivy soon had me out of the car seat and standing on the kitchen floor. “Do you want something else for lunch?”

“Is it that early still?”

“They do lunch an hour earlier at the daycare than we usually eat, so you still have several hours until we normally eat dinner,” Ivy told me while bending down to my level.

I shrugged, “I don’t care… a sandwich or something would work.”

“Grilled cheese?” she asked.

“Okay,” I told her.

She turned to make it, and I walked over to the coffee table where my tablet was sitting. I placed it on the couch before climbing it like a mountain climber. Settled down on the sofa, I found another medical journal to read and made it through about half of the abstracts of that month’s issues when Ivy came for me.

“What are you reading?”

I told her about the journal I had found specializing in nanotechnology. She was very familiar with that one, and we had a very cerebral discussion about it then. ‘Almost makes up for the day of coloring,’ I thought. I was full after about half of the sandwich since the bread was so large.

“I don’t think I can eat the rest of this,” I told Ivy.

She looked at me and nodded, “You had a bottle earlier too so that probably has you still kind of full. Do you need to take a nap?”

I shook my head, “I just slept like an hour or two!”

“Want to go play outside?”

“Can I go to my playhouse?” I asked her.

“Sure, I’ll bring you a bottle of juice in a little bit, too,” she told me.

I grimaced but followed her to the back door and tried to go into my playhouse, but it was locked. “Mommy, would you please let me in?” I asked.

“Tell you what, why don’t you try the play equipment…” she started to say, and I felt my face fall.

“What’s wrong?”

I sighed, “You remember I really am an adult?”

“You’re not here, though,” she told me.

“Please? Just let me do my own thing for a bit? This morning I had my fill of ‘pretending’ to be a baby. The worst was watching one of the women engage in what I would term child abuse if it was a child! Just because some poor guy tried to defend himself from a bully toddler a foot taller than him! I can’t take anymore pretending right now!”

She looked at me, and I could see the expression in her eyes, debating a response. Having been around her long enough, I could tell she was one step from just turning around and leaving me there, but after a grimace, she nodded, “Okay...”

She used the keypad and unlocked my playhouse. I opened my small door and watched her gigantic form go to the house with her shoulders slightly slumped. ‘Why do I feel like I just kicked a puppy?’ I thought to myself, annoyed. Finally, I decided I didn’t give a shit and walked to the small coffee table where I had left my laptop plugged in and charging. I liked the tablet, but I knew without a doubt I was being monitored. My internet usage on her computer could have been monitored initially, but I had since taken some steps to use a network someone else had set up for Littles to safely use.

‘I hope it is safe…?’ I thought to myself.

I was researching if there was any hope of escaping my contract with her, seeing if there was any other option to avoid daycare, checking their sites to see if I could do anything other than just look cute and shit my pants…

None of it was good news. Just the stupid chip that I knew was implanted in me took any options of just running away and getting to a portal out as an option. Apparently, a scanner at the entrance would start blaring a warning about me the second I stepped in. ‘I wonder how that one man got away?’ I had thought about it more and more and couldn’t help but figure he had to have been chipped at one point himself. ‘Someone like that may have just cut the damn thing out of his skin.’ I could probably do that myself, but I had no clothing that would make me look like a free Little at this point. Everyone would see an unaccompanied baby because of my face, and I was sure to be stopped.

I sat there for a couple of hours trying to find a way out of the now meaningless life I was trapped in, when I heard the door handle begin to open. Three pre-programmed shortcut keys later, there was no trace of my online adventures, and it looked like I was just playing a game I had installed.

She closed the door behind her and sat down in front of me. I closed the lid politely as she asked, “Can we talk?”

I sighed, “About?”

“About the fact that… Well… I get it.”

“Get what?”

“I get that you’re not really a baby… even though I want you to be.”

I snorted, “So why keep up the charade? There’s got to be something else I can do other than be a pretend baby in daycare all day?”

“Was it really that bad?”

I sighed and put my computer beside me on the ground, “I pretended the first part of the day that I was a baby who couldn’t color inside the lines so everyone would think I was either a baby or at least a fully regressed Little, so they wouldn’t pick on me. Then I played ‘duck duck goose’ with a bunch of regressed Littles and babies running around in a circle before having my diaper changed and naked body exposed to everyone else in the room. Finally, I was given a bottle of your breast milk and put down for a nap… does that sound like it was a very stimulating morning?”

I looked at her and was surprised to see some tears in her eyes, “No, it doesn’t.”

“Then, to make it worse, some poor guy had the ‘nerve’ to push away an amazon toddler who was grabbing at him and hurting him. What happens to him? He gets beaten to within an inch of his life by one of the daycare workers! This is in a hospital daycare where surely there would have to be some mandatory reporting laws?!?” I was just getting going. “So, what happens after the beating? He’s immobilized and taunted that he will be kicked out unless his mommy brings him back as a newborn without teeth and being unable to move.”

“I’m sorry,” she said with tears in her eyes. “I…”

“So… why? Why torture me by keeping me like this?”

“I can’t undo your adoption,” she told me.

“Could you send me home?”

She shook her head, “Definitely not before the two-year period is up,” she told me.

“Why?”

“Contracts… you signed one, but so did I. If I try to send you back before the two years are up, they won’t send you back. They’ll just place you with another family.”

I grimaced at that. I knew that as bad as things seemed, this was far better than another home would be. “Do I have to go to daycare? Is there another option?”

“I could probably have my mom watch you sometimes, but I’m pretty sure she’d inadvertently regress you.”

“How?”

“Put on a TV show, feed you little food, who knows…?” She told me. “Plus, if something came up that she couldn’t watch you, she’d just want to drop you off at Katie’s daycare.”

“And that’s definitely not a better option,” I told her.

“No, I don’t trust Katie any more than you do.”

“Kelly might be worse, actually,” I told her.

She frowned but nodded. “Look, I did ask if maybe I could send your tablet with you…?”

“What did they say?”

“They weren’t really in favor of it but promised to ask.”

I sighed and pushed on the front of my diaper. “Thanks for at least doing that… can you change me, please?”

“Sure, sweetie,” she told me and gathered me up in her arms. I was carried inside and changed before she put me in my high chair for dinner.
 

IVY COULDN’T HELP but feel like her world had turned upside down in one afternoon. Things had been like a dream – getting better every day! Then all of a sudden, it was like the fake walls fell down, and she was left with a guilty conscience. She had known how brilliant Nick had been in his dimension… ‘Why did I think he could be happy like this?’

She looked at Holly sitting across from her and felt her heartbreaking. The little girl was eating the homemade chicken noodle soup carefully, even though she had a bib. It almost made her smile when a noodle splashed back in the bowl. But, as she considered smiling, the look in Holly’s eyes reminded her of a broken animal.

Everything she had done, she’d done it slowly in the hopes of never seeing those eyes on her own Littles face. ‘I don’t even wish I’d ripped the Band-Aid off quickly,’ she admitted. She’d done everything she could to be humane, but the problem was the larger world was anything but humane. She could do everything she could for her little girl at home… but the truth was Ivy needed someone else to care for Holly if she couldn’t. If Holly was left alone, LPS would get involved and remove her to a worse place. A nanny or babysitter wasn’t a better solution than the daycare either.

She wanted to grab her in her arms and just hug her and tell her it was okay… but she knew that because of today, it wasn’t. They could pretend all they wanted at home, but it was unlikely to last past the front door.

The rest of the meal continued in silence, and nothing was said between them as she gave Holly her bath. She tried a couple of times to say something, but the words just weren’t there. Ivy thought that maybe Holly had the same problem.

They ended the night together when she told Holly, “I won’t make you nurse tonight if you don’t want to…?”

She watched her little shrug, “Might as well… it’s the closest thing to getting drunk and passing out that I get.”

Ivy wanted to shout at Holly about the inappropriateness of the statement... but didn’t entirely blame her after the day that she had. Sitting in the rocking chair, she stroked Holly’s hair lightly as she nursed from her breast. It was the first time since Ivy had picked her up from daycare that Ivy saw tension leave the little girl’s muscles. A simple lullaby came from her mouth as she watched her nurse.

She held the sleeping Little long after Holly had finished nursing and fallen asleep. It broke her heart to feel like she had broken this little girl.

‘I wish I could honor the deal I first told her…’ she admitted to herself as she placed her into her crib. “I love you, Holly,” she told her and leaned in to kiss the sleeping girl’s forehead.
 
 

Chapter 42: Rocky
 

THINGS CONTINUED TO be tough for us during the next few weeks. Ivy did everything she could to try and make my life comfortable. Little things like never leaving me sitting long in a messy or wet diaper… Food was good - let’s face it, she was a great cook! And using her knowledge - and her library of books and journals she had access to - was like getting a post-doc fellowship.

I never played with toys, though… and only once did she convince me to sit in one of the baby swings and let her push me. She tried to convince me to go to the park and play there, but I politely declined. For her part, she politely declined the Sunday family gatherings those weekends too. We were at a point where we interacted… but I think both of us knew it couldn’t go on like this much longer.

I worried she would decide it meant it was time to use those hypnosis tools I’d heard and read about… or, worse, send me off to an etiquette school for the conditioning I now knew way too much about from my research.

A part of me knew that I needed to engage with her positively and not shut her out… but my own depression over the situation where I had suddenly found myself wouldn’t let me. Before I knew it, fourteen weeks of Ivy’s extended maternity leave with me had flown by, and it was time for Ivy to again drop me off at daycare in the hospital while she went to work.

“I’ll try to spring you after seeing my morning patients,” she told me on the way in.

I nodded and said, “Okay, Mommy,” without any sense of emotion.

The lady was the same lady at the desk as last time. “Doctor Nickerson, right?” She said as we approached.

“That’s me,” she told her. “Just here to drop Holly off. She’ll be here most days now, at least part of the day.”

“Very good! So glad to have this little sweetie back!” the lady cooed at me as I was handed over.

“Just a reminder, please make sure that you all are following my care instructions?” Ivy told her.

“We’ll review them as soon as I set her down, and she can start playing with all of her new friends,” she told me.

I pretended to smile at her as she tickled me. Then, I took one last look at Ivy waving at me and turned to face my dim future in the daycare.
 

IVY WALKED TO her office feeling depressed. Things didn’t seem to be getting any better with Holly, and she wasn’t sure what the solution was. ‘About the only thing I can think of is hypnosis… and I promised her I would never do that,’ she thought.

The past few weeks had been hard for her as she was riddled with guilt. She thought that she and Holly were on their way to a great mother and daughter relationship… and then it was like that morning in daycare had destroyed Holly. ‘Well, that and meeting the rest of my family!’

She had wrestled over the past few weeks with a desire to let the bright girl live as she would want, but she was trapped by the realities of her world. ‘I’ve already taken her gender and continence,’ she admitted. ‘I’m not taking her mind with hypnosis… we’ll figure it out,’ she thought with a sigh as she walked out of the elevator.

“Welcome back!!!” several of her colleagues said as she walked back to her office.

“Missed you!” Macey told her as she came up to her. “I was bummed that our playdate with our girls fell through. Is everything okay?”

“No, it’s not,” Ivy told her. “I don’t want to talk about it right now, though, before I start seeing patients.”

Her friend looked a combination of worried and hurt and said, “O… okay… Well, you’re set up in rooms...”
 

I LOOKED AROUND my baby prison and tried to figure out what I could do that wouldn’t make me lose my mind. Before I could decide to go elsewhere, one of the wardens said, “Holly, this is Sabrina. Why don’t you play dolls with her?”

I recognized one of the suspicious acting Littles from before and jumped a bit in horror. This wasn’t the same girl I’d met during my first stay. Snot and drool ran down her face, and her body movements just weren’t… right. If I met a motor skills patient that moved like she did above a year of age, I would recommend they be diagnosed for whatever was causing the deficiency. “Ga ba da go?” the girl asked me as she put a doll’s bottle awkwardly up to my face and pointed to her doll.

“Uh…” I said but sat next to her and had a doll placed into my arms by the worker.

“Play nicely, girls!” the worker called to us as she walked towards a pair of Littles that had spontaneously burst into tears nearby.

‘What the hell?!?’ I thought to myself. I sighed and pretended to play with the damn dolls while watching Sabrina’s actions. A genuine toddler, Ashlyn, was soon playing dolls with us too, and at her bossy insistence, a ‘tea party’ was held for about an hour. She was especially pushing Sabrina around since the poor girl had nothing left upstairs. I decided she saw me as a peer because she wasn’t as pushy towards me. Before I couldn’t take any more, we gathered up for snack time. I found myself in line with the other members of the class to be given our snacks.

“Okay, Holly, here’s your baba,” the abusive lady from before handed me a mildly warmed bottle of breast milk from Ivy. I was grateful to see Holly Nickerson written on the bottle in Ivy’s handwriting, so I was reasonably sure it was safe to drink. ‘Getting only breast milk for food here will get old!’ I griped as I walked with my bottle to a bean bag and sat down.

The boy and the other girl with Sabrina sat down with the cookies and sippy cups they gave everyone else. I watched them while I nursed on the bottle, noticing neither of them actually eating the cookie or drinking the juice.

“She’s really gone?” the girl asked the boy Seth.

“I’m sorry, Cat, but there is nothing left of Sabrina anymore,” he told her sadly.

“They’re going to pay for this!” the girl said viciously but quietly, apparently intending only for him to hear.

“One more week, that’s all we need…” he told her.

I didn’t hear more because I found my eyes closing from the milk’s effects. ‘If I sleep most of the day, I don’t have to pretend…?’ I thought, depressed. ‘What are those two up to, though?’ I wondered.
 

IVY FINISHED UP with her last scheduled Pre-Op appointment for the day before lunch. She just had paperwork to catch up with, and a meeting with a couple of doctors left that day. They would be teaming up with her on an upcoming procedure in her office. So, knowing no reason not to, she decided to pick up Holly from daycare. ‘She can stay in the playpen I put in the office or wander around depending on whether I have anyone there…’ she thought. ‘It’s got to be better than being stuck in the daycare…?’

Ivy walked quickly, still wearing her coat and stethoscope, and was soon at the reception desk for the daycare. “I’m here to pick up Holly Nickerson,” she told the woman, who was a different person from earlier.

“Hi, Doctor Nickerson, if you’ll just scan your ID tag on this sensor, I’ll have someone bring her up front.”

“Thanks,” she said and anxiously waited for Holly to appear.

Soon, the girl was in another woman’s arms, walking forward with her diaper bag over her shoulder. There was almost a hint of a smile on Holly’s face, but it sank before it reached her eyes, and Ivy felt worse. “Here’s Mommy!” the lady said in a sing-song voice sure to make a toddler happy and her Holly more pissed off.

Ivy took Holly into her arms and squeezed her gently, “Want to get some food?”

“Sure,” she told her with just a hint of happiness from being sprung from the daycare. ‘I guess it’s something,’ she thought to herself. “You okay with the cafeteria?”

“Beats just having milk, which is what I would have had in the daycare,” Holly told her honestly.

She gave her a hug and felt her heart tear more as she felt terrible once again. Ivy walked towards the cafeteria, and soon the two of them were eating some more stir-fry together.
 

I WAS SO glad to see Ivy when she came for me! As pissed off as I was at her… it really did beat just drinking a baby bottle of milk for lunch! In the line, she asked me if I wanted spicier this time, to which I’d responded definitely!

As I bit into the first few bites, I was disappointed that it wasn’t hotter. “What do you think?” Ivy asked me.

“Do you consider this to be spicy? I mean, it tingles a bit… but it’s not even close to spicy?”

She looked at me incredulously, “You have one of the oddest sets of taste buds for a Little. No, I don’t consider it ultra-spicy, but it does have a bit of a bite… Maybe tomorrow we’ll see if they can do an extra spicy bowl and see what you think?”

I nodded, “I miss spicy food. That would be nice.”

The meal was still mostly silent when Ivy’s friend ‘Mace’ came to join us.

“Oh, look at you two! Mother-daughter lunch date?”

I looked at Ivy for her response, “I’m done seeing patients this morning, so I thought I would spring her from daycare and get her some real food. She can hang out with me the rest of the afternoon in my office.”

“Aww… I think that’s a great idea!” Macey said, cooing at me.

I was getting more than a bit uncomfortable as she stared at me. Apparently, Ivy could sense that because she tried to steer her attention off me. At some point, though, she asked Ivy, “So what is up with you two?”

“What do you mean?”

“When I saw you last time, things seemed stable… all of a sudden… It seems like there’s something wrong,” Macey said.

I sighed but followed the advice I’d read online and stayed quiet.

Ivy sighed, “we’re just dealing with some issues right now, Mace. Can you just leave it alone?”

“Nope!” she said to my surprise, “You’re my best friend, and I’ve yet to have a playdate with your baby girl and mine since you canceled on us. So what’s going on?”

“No…” she started to say.

“We’re just dealing with the fact that she lied to me and did all of this to me without my permission,” I told her honestly.

“Why would she need your permission? You’re just a Little,” she said to me. My jaw dropped in astonishment; she continued talking to Ivy, “So you haven’t used those hypnotherapy videos I gave you then?”

“No, and I won’t,” Ivy told her as she undid the strap around me and gathered me in her arms. “Look… I’m not just going to brainwash her to love me; I told you that to start with Mace.”

Ivy was sitting back down with me protected in her arms. I was still annoyed with her, but I appreciated that she at least was in a mama bear mode and was keeping me safe.

“Why? What’s the harm?”

“The harm would be losing any of her intellect, personality, or sense of self…” she said and gave me a squeeze.

I looked up at her and said, “Thank you...”

She squeezed me again. “I just have taken enough from her, I don’t know how to give enough back to her, but I won’t take any more.”

I leaned around and did my best to give her a small hug I was able to from her lap.

“Whatever floats your boat Ivy, you’ve always been the odd one,” Macey said.

“And proud of it,” Ivy said.

I was worried I was viewing the end of a friendship for Ivy, but she stuck around for ten minutes animatedly talking with Macey before looking at her watch and saying, “We’ve got to get back to my office. I’ll see you later.”

“Maybe really set that playdate up?”

“I’ll get back to you on it,” Ivy told her. But then, she squeezed my diaper and said, “I guess we’d better get you changed too?”

I put my head on her shoulder, feeling my face turn red. Even after fourteen weeks of diaper changes, I was still embarrassed when she talked about my used diapers in front of other people.

“Aww… she’s still turning red about her diapees!” Macey cooed at me.

I glared at her and felt a squeeze from Ivy, “Sorry, I should have kept that in my head Holly.”

She turned and walked upstairs and stopped at a nurse’s station on what I now knew was her office floor. There was a changing table there that she sat the changing mat down on and then lay me down. “Sorry about that,” she muttered to me as she lifted my legs up in the air.

“Which part?” I asked when she had a wipe in her hand.

She sighed, “All of it, Holly, all of it.”

I looked at her, “I’m sorry for being harder to live with right now.” I told her as she taped my new diaper shut.

She hugged me, “Can we try and move forward here?” She asked then.

I shrugged, “We can try… I don’t think you’re the problem completely…?” I nodded towards a set of little restraints sitting on the counter, “Society here is.”

She nodded and said, “Well… let’s see what we can do about it.”

I was carried back to her office and noticed the time on a clock sitting on her desk. She would just set me down on the couch in her office, but I asked, “Don’t you need me to nurse?”

She cringed, “I can use the pump?”

I put my arms up in the ‘pick me up’ pose, “Look, I hate that your milk made me incontinent… but that horse probably isn’t going back into the barn. It’s awkward and embarrassing to suck from your breasts, but it tastes surprisingly good… So there’s no need to make you stop nursing me.”

She looked at me with some tears in her eyes, “Okay… So I should have about a half-hour before my meeting here…?”

With that, I was propped in her arm, accepting the nipple that I had grown to know way closer than I would have ever believed. Her milk was good, though… too good…
 
 

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