Chapters 18 and 19 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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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 18: Changed
 

EACH BLOW FELT like a sledgehammer was coming down onto my bare skin!

"Stop!!!!!" Amanda cried out.

"Unable to stop until the unit has finished the punishment cycle," a mechanical woman's voice responded to them.

Whack, "Bad Baby!" it said over and over again. I began to bawl as it hurt more than anything I could ever remember!!!! Then, just as I had given up hope of the pain ever stopping, the machine shuddered to a stop with my face still dangling out like I was at the top of a roller coaster going down.

Amanda's hands were reaching to undo the buckle as I heard shouts of, "Well, help us get her out of this!"

"Hang on, baby, we'll get you out of this!" Amanda tried to soothe me as I kept bawling uncontrollably. Unfortunately, her comforting touch didn't mean much as she couldn't undo the buckle.

"Get her out of this!" Granny's voice snarled at the person.

"It won't release until it's finished the punishment cycle."

"And just how much more of a beating does this poor little girl need?!?!" Granny said, "It was supposed to be a swing!?!"

"Well, it is that, as well as a complete caregiver in absentia. It swings, feeds, and disciplines the Little as needed."

"So, how are we getting her out?" Amanda said coldly while holding onto my hand. My blood was rushing to my head a bit at this point.

"The only way I know of is to let it finish."

"How many times had it spanked her?" Another voice asked.

"Twenty?" Amanda's voice suggested.

"Eighteen," Chloe's voice piped in amused. "It looks like it's programmed to do thirty-five the first time to get its point across."

"So, she would have to be beaten seventeen more times?!?!" Amanda shouted angrily as I sobbed at the thought. "Where is the car seat aisle?" I heard her ask through my sobs.

"Over there…"

"I'll be right back, baby," she reassured me. "Momma, don't you let anyone turn this piece of junk back on!"

"Don't worry about that, honey," she said as she came and kneeled by me to take one of my bound hands. "Shhh… we'll get you out of this," she tried to reassure me.

I couldn't stop crying, even though the pain was beginning to fade a little. My skin still throbbed, though, and the thought of being spanked more by this torture device was unbearable. 'How can this seem reasonable for a first punishment?!?' I wondered as I sobbed. I worried Amanda would never come back, or we'd all get arrested, or something with me stuck in this machine. Time seemed to crawl by, but Amanda was soon back, and one of the management voices said, "No, you can't do that; it's expensive!!!"

"So is my daughter!" she screamed back.

Through my tears, I could see she held an emergency safety belt cutter in her hand. "Stay still, baby," she told me before she used it on the straps of the harness. Unfortunately, my situation only worsened as I now dangled by my hands and ankles toward the ground. "Stupid piece of junk!" Amanda screamed at it as she looked for anything that would release those too. She worked at it for several long moments before my feet were loose and then my hands.

Instantly I was in her arms being cuddled, "I'm so sorry, baby; if I'd had any idea that would have done that, I never would have let Granny put you in it!!!!"

"I don't think she's the problem," I told her softly when I had calmed down. "Chloe is the one who started the punishment cycle. I don't think Granny even knew it could do that."

"You're right, baby," she told me as she looked up and angrily glared at Chloe, "If you ever cause harm to my baby again… So help me, you will pay for the rest of your miserable life!"

She grabbed my diaper bag and stormed away from the scene. I sobbed as she carried me to the front of the store, and I found myself in a changing room. "Sweetie, I think this dress is done for…"

She quickly pulled the dress off of my head, and I could see that amid my struggling and her efforts to free me, the pretty dress was ripped in three places. I realized then that I had no idea where the diaper and the cover went. My face turned redder as I realized I had been naked for the world to see. Amanda reached into the bag and grabbed a regular Pamper for me, and lay my bottom on top of it. I winced as she rubbed some baby lotion onto my inflamed skin, "I'm sorry, baby." she told me. Then, with the diaper taped up, Granny dug out a spare romper from the diaper bag. I let her pull it over my head, and she had it snapped around my diaper in record time. I was sobbing uncontrollably and shaking all the while – it was like my worst fears come true!

She picked me up and just held me and cuddled me for a moment before sitting down at a bench in the room and presented me with her breast, "Maybe it will help?" She suggested to me as she nudged my head forward.

I couldn't see how her breast would make this better, but I was thirsty after screaming and crying, so I latched on and nursed. After that, I must have drifted off to sleep because I apparently missed a great deal of excitement.
 

SOMETIME LATER, I became aware that I was swinging around in the air. I started and shrieked a little before realizing I was in my carrier - not that torture device. The bottom of the carrier pressed just gently enough not to hurt my butt, but I could still feel the heat of the blows.

Amanda sensed I was regaining consciousness and placed the carrier down on something and looked at me, "How are you doing, baby?" she asked me while pulling out the pacifier in my mouth.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Well, we're shopping at another store right now…" she told me.

My butt felt like it was still on fire, "My butt hurts," I told her.

"I know, if it's still really sore when we go home, we'll stop by and see Daddy at the hospital. I can't believe that machine!"

"What happened?"

"What do you mean?" She asked as she unbuckled me from the seat and said, "Mom can you latch this into the stroller and push it for a moment? I want to cuddle Stacy now that she's woken up."

"I don't blame you, dear," Grandma smiled at me as she took the seat from Amanda's other side, "I'm so sorry, Stacy, I had no idea."

I nodded, "I know you didn't." I looked around for Chloe but didn't see her, "Where's Aunt Chloe?"

"We made her find her own way home," Grandma said with a sigh. "If only…"

I didn't get a chance to ask what that meant before Amanda bounced me up and down a little and said, "Your grandma dealt with the managers after the police were called and we were in the changing room. They wanted the police to charge us with destruction of property. They were about to do it when Granny pointed out it was missing some necessary legal warning tags and signs. She then brought the police officers to where we were sitting, and you had fallen asleep nursing. As soon as they saw how tiny you were, and I pulled down your diaper to show how red your bottom was, they instead insisted on the model being removed from the store."

"I'm glad you didn't get in trouble," I told her while at the same time being mortified that my butt had been on display like that!

"Well, I'm not done with them yet. I fully plan to sue that store for this! Assault like that should never be okay, and there are actually some protection laws still in place that should keep that particular item from even being sold! Let alone sitting open in the store without some sort of safeguards!"

"Thank you for saving me," I told her and hugged her as best I could.

"I'm sorry I didn't catch it before it got out of hand," she told me. "Now, do you mind stopping for a while longer?"

"No more machines?" I asked nervously.

"No more machines!" She told me and kissed my forehead before hugging me tightly. "Come on, let's see if we can't spend all of Granny's money!"

I clung to her tightly as they wandered up and down the aisles of a regular baby store that didn't seem to have anything directed specifically to Littles. Grandma pushed the stroller around before stopping after a while. "Amanda, how about one of these? Do you have one already?"

I turned my head towards what she held up and blushed as I realized it was one of those slings that I had seen another Little in the first-time shopping. It held you to 'mommy' and let her keep her hands free. Looking at the packaging, though, I realized we were in a regular baby store as the picture showed a mostly bald baby sitting upright while the butterfly printed sling wrapped around the lady's shoulders and held her upright. The baby was smiling at the camera while I only wondered how humiliating that would be…

"No, I don't… do they really help?"

"You can't do anything with your hands right now, right?"

"Not easily," she said.

"It lets you have two hands free and keep her close. With as light as she is, I bet you could probably carry her most of the day and never even notice."

"What do you think, Stacy?" she asked me. Something about her eyes told me she did care what I thought.

"It's kind of embarrassing…" I started, "but I guess no more so than wearing a diaper and nursing from you."

"Okay, mom, we'll get it."

"Great!" she said, and we continued wandering until we got to an aisle of walkers. They cooed over several before deciding on a pink one with a half dozen toys in the front that were removable. It made sounds and even had a handle on the back that was supposedly for the baby to use to help learn to walk by pushing it when they got older. 'I hope a regular kid doesn't push me.' I thought about it.

"The activity stuff does come off so she can use it to do homework since you seem to be wanting her to go to school still…" her mom said.

"Yeah, we'll get this one," Amanda said without even asking me this time.

We were walking for a little bit longer when I suddenly felt a cramp in my gut, and I forced myself not to groan out loud. But, unfortunately, this was not my day! "Mommy, how much longer are we shopping?"

"Probably a couple more hours," she told me.

"Okay," I told her and leaned back in her. She stuffed a pacifier in my mouth as if to keep me from talking anymore just then. It could have annoyed me, but instead, I found it was pretty soothing to nurse on it.

'I'm not going to make it a couple more hours,' I admitted to myself. I tried to hold on until we were in a place where Amanda could change me quickly - hopefully with some privacy. But, as they moved on towards the clothing section, I knew it wasn't meant to be. Amanda set me down on the ground to toddle after going through the racks when the next cramp hit.

A sticky mass piled into the back of my diaper for a long moment. It was accompanied by the still new feeling of pee traveling through my new parts, and I felt the diaper swell as it soaked it all in. When I was done, I noticed Granny watching me with a smile, "Aww, did someone make a poopy?"

I felt tears go down my face and just nodded, "If you want to keep looking, Amanda, I can take Stacy and go change her?"

Amanda looked down at me, and I looked at her with my teary eyes. She decided then, "Go ahead, Mom, here's her diaper bag." She paused, "It's one less stinky diaper for me to change," she smiled at us both as I looked at her over Granny's shoulder as she patted my back and carried me past where I could see Amanda.

I tried not to shake in terror at being left alone with another Amazon!

 
 

Chapter 19: Granny's Little Girl
 

GRANNY CARRIED ME to the baby changing station in the bathroom at the front of the store as I nervously clung to her while also not feeling safe with her.

‘I hope she doesn’t do anything bad…’ a part of my brain began to think before I reminded myself that she had been tame compared to Chloe the whole time since I’d met her. Part of me really wondered why she was acting so nice, given the horrific acts that I had heard happened with Amanda’s ‘sister’ Hannah. I really just hoped that I would be getting this uncomfortable mess sticking on my behind cleaned up.

“It’s okay, baby,” she cooed at me as she opened the door to the bathroom.

“No!!!!! You can’t do this to me, you bitch!!!!!!”

I jolted and saw a man, well Little, being stripped of what looked like a set of wet khaki pants. Granny froze just inside the doorway, and I felt my eyes widen as I watched the man be smacked on his butt more times than the machine had hit me earlier. Eventually, the smacks stopped when you could no longer understand any of the cries from the man. I watched in disbelief as she began to set him down on the changing table. “You obviously aren’t ready to be an adult,” the lady said in a no-nonsense voice.

“But you cheated! I could have made it to the bathroom…” he whined through a raspy voice.

“But you didn’t, so you’re mine. We’ll get the adoption all done here in a bit. I’m glad you were here to help me shop for that baby gift, though, Dennis,” she said.

“My name’s not Dennis!”

“It is now unless you want it to be Denise,” the lady said.

I watched the poor man stripped naked, and a poor fitting diaper was taped on. She picked him up off of the changing table and looked at Granny and me, “Oh my! Isn’t she just the most precious baby?” She sniffed a moment, “Uh-oh, did you make a present in your diapee for your Mommy?”

I was glad she kept her hands off of me, and Granny’s tighter grip on me suggested she thought the same. “I’m her Granny,” she told her. “Are you done by chance?”

“Why certainly! She’s a real baby, right?”

Granny nodded as I was laid down on a changing pad, “Just has a ton of hair for some reason… Well, and she’s older than she looks. She’s eighteen months old.”

“So, she’s actually going to be a Little?” She paused as she washed her hands somehow while holding onto the broken man. “Does she have normal-sized parents?”

“Her Momma was like this too, she ended up hitting nearly eleven feet, so it’s hard to say what will happen with her. Her Daddy is even taller, so I would be surprised if she doesn’t grow like a weed before too long.”

“Well, we’ll let you get to changing that uncomfy diapee, huh?” She said as she looked at her new Little. “I know you’ll be making Mommy a stinky present like that soon, too, huh?” The lady squeezed the poor guy tight. “Let’s get you away from here since you don’t work here anymore. I bet we’ll find better clothing options for you at Le Bébé down the road.”

The poor guy whimpered some more, and I felt terrible for him. Looking at him compared to me, I could tell he was way taller than I was. He might have even been as tall as I used to be before I came, and the lady just manhandled him as easily as a toddler! Fortunately for me, the door closed, and Granny got to work by opening up my romper snaps and sliding the cloth back up to my armpits. “Arms back here, sweetie,” she told me and moved my arms up above my head.

The tapes were ripped off, and I grimaced as the smell wafted towards my nose. Granny used the messy diaper to wipe as much poop off my butt as she could. My legs continued to be suspended in the air for several moments while she then used baby wipes to clean every bit off of my bottom. As the wipe dug into my anus for a second, I squirmed, “Just be a good girl, sweetie, almost done.” A second later, she was done. Unfortunately, she had to do the same with the new lips down there, too, and I squirmed more because it still felt so weird to have them.

She placed a new diaper beneath my bottom and left it open a moment while she balled up the old diaper and put it in a trash can next to it. “I’m going to put some of this cream we bought at the store on that sore booty, sweetie. Hopefully, it will help you feel better sooner.”

I squirmed with the still unusual feeling of someone putting hands on my private parts, but as she spread the sticky lotion on my butt, I could feel it numb the area, and instead of the throbbing pain, it became a lot more tolerable. Then, the door opened again, and this time a pregnant lady and an Amazon girl who was probably elementary school-aged came in. “Look at the pretty baby Momma!” the girl said, pointing towards me.

“Yes, she’s a cutie, isn’t she! Just like you used to be!”

“I was never that small, was I?” The girl asked.

“When you were a newborn, you were a bit smaller, but you grew into the big girl you are now, huh?”

The girl giggled and nodded, “Yes, Momma, I’m not a baby anymore.”

“Well, you’re still my baby, even when your little brother gets here!” The mom looked at me for a moment beside the door and said, “Now go potty like a good girl!”

The lady lingered for a moment before going to her own stall. Thankfully my diaper was quickly taped shut, the romper snapped, and then Grandma washed her hands before coming to let me down. “Okay, Granny needs to use the potty; come here,” she told me and started to bring me into the stall.

“We can watch her for a moment if you’d like?” The lady offered.

“Thanks, but if I let her out of my sight, my daughter will beat me to death!”

The lady laughed, “I can imagine!”

I was carried with Granny into an open stall, and she stood me up on my legs next to the toilet once she closed the stall door. Because I was so short, I couldn’t even see the top of the toilet, but as she sat down, I turned and faced the door, hoping she would hurry. I didn’t want to know about the sounds made! It didn’t take long before I heard the toilet paper roll moving and heard her pull her clothes back on. She washed her hands, and she carried me back to where we had left Mommy.

“All clean?” Amanda asked when we got back.

“Yep! She’s such a good baby!”

“Yes, she is!” She said and held her arms out for Granny to give me back. She hugged me and said, “You want to sit in your stroller while we shop?”

I just nodded as I didn’t want to walk, and I think she was tired of carrying me. I was strapped into the carrier seat, and she asked, “Do you want your baba?”

I nodded, and she handed me another bottle of apple juice that I let her exchange my pacifier for and began nursing it slowly. “What did you find so far?” I heard Granny ask her as she pushed down a canopy over my face.

“Well, these dresses are too cute to leave here!” She said, and I could just make out a few dresses before she gave them to Granny to look at.

“She’ll look adorable in these!” Then, she paused, “I love the diaper cover on this one!”

“Isn’t it adorable?”

“Yes, it is,” she said while I got a view of a diaper cover with several rows of frills going down it, along with a massive blow on the middle of the butt.

Since the infant carrier locked into the stroller and faced Mommy the whole time, I could only see what she occasionally brought into my view. I couldn’t even try and see straight up thanks to a canopy that was folded down, so I quickly became bored and sighed quietly. ‘It beats being spanked by a machine!’ I told myself and grimaced as I thought about my still sore butt. ‘I feel so horrible for Chloe’s ‘babies.’

I had no illusions that she was any better with them… and the thought of her being free to do whatever she wanted to me or anyone else was terrifying. She wasn’t alone, though, either; half of the Amazons we had encountered seemed just to have a desire to abuse their Littles in some sort of sick game. If I had guessed wrong with Amanda and Fred, things might have quickly gone from awkward to horrifying without any chances to get away.

‘I hope I can go to college still… if I can’t, this was a total waste of a life.’

“I like this one,” I heard a while later as I noticed we were now in a furniture-type aisle, and I saw a baby’s swing in my vision. I squirmed and found myself whimpering as I looked at something that didn’t look too far from what I’d been in earlier. I pulled the bottle out of my mouth and looked at the device, terrified it would repeat my earlier abuse.

“Oh, it’s okay, Stacy, this isn’t one of those same types,” Amanda soothed and took the empty bottle and put a pacifier in my mouth. I felt tears going down my face and shook involuntarily. “Momma, I think we’ll skip one of those for now. I think Stacy won’t go near one of those ever now.”

Granny looked down on me and sighed before saying, “Yeah, I can see why she’d be terrified of them. Maybe in a couple months?”

“Maybe…” Amanda said and gently wiped my face with a Kleenex while saying, “It’s okay, baby.”

“So, is that it?” Granny asked.

“I think so, let’s go check out, and we’ll go grab a bite to eat.”

“Sounds good,” Granny replied.

I sat there like a good baby as we went through the checkouts. “Your baby is adorable!” a lady in line said while peering her giant head into my carrier.

“Thank you,” Amanda said.

“How old is she?”

“Three months,” she told her.

“How does she have so much hair already?”

“I don’t have a clue, honestly. The doctors figured her baby hair would have fallen out – she had a full head of it when she was born! So far, though, it’s just kept growing. It’s so soft I hope it doesn’t!” Amanda winked at me.

“With that much hair, you could almost believe she was a really tiny Little, but her cheeks and not having breasts… Well, it’s obvious she’s a real baby. It would be nice to get our Little to look like that. You get to have so much fun with the clothes that she fits into at that age!”

“We do,” Amanda said as the cashier began checking out their purchases.

“Amanda, I insist you let me buy this stuff… especially after what happened earlier!”

“You don’t…”

“Please?”

“Okay, Momma, we’ll step off to the side then,” she said as she pushed my stroller forward, and I could just make out a stack of clothing, baby gear, and the walker on the belt.

“How’s that diapee doing?” Amanda asked me as she stuck her hand inside the romper. “Ooh, wet again, already?” She asked me.

“Mom, we’re going to go change her diaper; we’ll meet you right back out here?”

“Why don’t you give me your car keys, and I’ll pull the car up?”

Amanda reached into the diaper bag and grabbed her keys. She passed them to her mom before pushing the stroller to the bathroom. My diaper was changed quickly in there with no one else coming in. Just as we were leaving, I heard a page, “James, please page the front office immediately,” and just as the line clipped, “where is he?” bled through.

‘I guess his name was James,’ I thought to myself. ‘I can’t imagine being kidnapped from work!’

Outside, the car was waiting, and Amanda had my seat latched into the base in record time. “Where to for lunch?” She asked her mom as she sat down. It was only then, as I really looked up at the seat in front of me, that I realized I could sort of see them now through a mirror that was placed on the headrest. I appreciated that inroad into the isolation of the back seat!

“Well, how about the soup and salad place down the road?”

“That will work,” she agreed quickly.

I sat in the seat and had the opportunity to see more through the little mirror. Of course, the view wasn’t perfect, but I could now see a little bit of the road ahead of us through the gap. I could also see Granny digging through her purse for something. “I meant to give this to you earlier, Amanda,” she told her as she handed something over while we were at a stoplight.

“Cool,” she said with a cheerful voice, “tell Cassie thanks for me… Is the plan still for everyone to go to your house for lunch Sunday?”

“Yes, and we’ll make sure Chloe doesn’t get ahold of Stacy.”

“Why…?” Amanda asked softly.

“I wish I knew where your father and I went wrong,” Granny told her. “At least with Cassie, she’s not as cruel about it with Neville as Chloe is.”

“Mom, how has Chloe not been accused of abuse?”

“You and I both know there’s not much that can be done for Littles…”

The car started up again, and I lost the rest of the conversation as the engine noise, and lower voices hid it from my ears. Finally, I watched through the mirror as she pulled into a parking lot and then came around to unbuckle me. “Come on, sweetie, let’s get some lunch!”

“Do I have to eat salad?” I asked nervously.

“You don’t like salad?” She asked.

I shook my head, “Soup?”

“I guess, but you’re going to need to learn to eat some things you don’t like if you don’t want to just end up eating out of a jar the whole time.”

My eyes opened in fear, but I nodded. The pacifier hung from my romper as we walked to a counter, paid, and they got two plates of salad, two regular-sized bowls of soup, and then a smaller bowl of soup for me. Granny grabbed a highchair for me, and I was set into it gently, buckled, and just waited patiently. I was pretty sure feeding myself soup wasn’t going to be allowed!

“I think this has cooled enough, baby,” she told me after she and her mom had been eating for a while. “Let’s get your bib on you first!”

A cute bib that said “Mommy’s Princess” was fastened around my neck, and she carefully fed me a spoonful of the vegetable soup. It wasn’t too bad, so I ate it as quickly as she would spoon it into my mouth. After a while, she had a forkful of lettuce she brought to my mouth, “Open up, baby,” she told me.

I looked at her and shook my head, “I won’t ask you again, baby,” she said, “Just one bite is all I’ll make you take.”

I groaned but opened up and chewed up the tasteless leaves I couldn’t stand!

“It’s not that bad!” Amanda admonished me.

“Is too…” I whined.

“Okay, here, you can have some more soup…” she told me and spooned another spoonful. We continued that until the soup was gone, but I was still hungry. I watched her eat some more forks of salad and couldn’t even think to ask for that.

“Someone still looks hungry,” Granny said.

“Yes, but she doesn’t want a salad?”

I shook my head.

“Okay then, come here. We’ll get a little more in your belly,” Amanda told me. I only had to wonder for a moment what she was planning exactly before I was in her arms while she struggled with her top and bra to present me with her breast. “Go on, sweetie,” she told me gently and kissed the top of my head.

I sighed but began nursing and listened as the conversation around me most definitely wasn’t including me in it. “You look so natural there nursing,” Granny told her.

“It feels that way too…”

“I wish this wasn’t the only way you could have a baby,” Granny told her.

‘Huh?’ I asked myself.

“Well… it’s not like you asked for the gene to be in your and dad’s family.”

“I know, but I hate that both you and Chloe ended up with it. At least Cassie was able to have two before she couldn’t.”

I felt her move slightly and would have come away from her breast if she hadn’t held me there. “I know… who knows why we had that… at least I get to have my cute Stacy here – she’s better than I could have ever dreamed of.”

They spoke for a few more minutes before the breast was empty; I was burped and switched to the other side. By the time Amanda burped me again, her milk was sloshing around in my belly with the soup, and I was feeling quite tired. A pacifier was pushed into my mouth, and I drifted off in the car carrier en route to wherever they were going next.

 

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