Seems Too Good Chapters 17 and 18 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 17: Soft Snores
 

I HAD BLUSHED as Ivy checked my Pull-Up but was glad it was dry. Even while we were leaving the store, I'd seen some horrific things done to some Littles. I shuddered every time I saw one of those who gave me a toothless grin with slobber going down their chests. 'It's probably one in ten that have that done…?' I thought in shock about it.

When she closed the door, I asked, "What was the point?"

"What do you mean, Holly?"

"Why buy me clothes from a Littles store if you're going to say I'm a real baby to everyone while we're out?"

She sighed, "Baby clothes are meant for less wear than Little clothes."

"Huh?"

"Babies don't usually wear out their clothing before they outgrow it. They might only wear an outfit or a dress six or seven times before they can't squeeze in any more. Littles don't grow, so the clothing is better made most of the time since it needs to last longer."

"Oh…" I replied. 'That actually makes a weird amount of sense,' I admitted. I looked down at my bare legs and couldn't help but play with the dress's skirt at that moment since it had ridden up easily within my grasp.

"I don't normally do fast food, Holly," she said from the front seat, "but I figure this place will work? Would you rather have chicken nuggets or a hamburger when I order?"

I thought for only a second and said, "Chicken, please."

As I answered, she pulled to a stop and turned the car off. A moment later, she came around to carry me inside.

"Potty?" I reminded her. I was beginning to feel the urge and didn't want to have any problems avoiding those strikes.

"Potty first," she agreed as she grabbed the diaper bag, acting as her purse. I only glanced as she carried me to the women's room, but I could see this place was like Mcdonald's back home with a massive play area.

As she opened the door, I reminisced a bit about when I had been small enough to play in them…

She quickly opened a stall and helped me with the diaper cover and Pull-Up. "Good girl! All dry still!" she said as she carefully balanced me on the toilet. She never took her hands off of me as I forced myself to pee with the still new parts and was rewarded with an uneven stream of urine going into the bowl. Feeling a need to poop, I grunted while turning red from embarrassment and was rewarded with a small log that plopped into the water.

"What a good girl!" Ivy cooed to me. She reached for toilet paper with one hand leaving me, and then wiped me carefully before setting me on the ground. I grimaced about my still bare feet and the bathroom floor. She didn't seem to think anything of it, though, as she said, "Let's get your panties all back up now too!"

As we walked out of the stall after she picked me up, a mother and her giant little girl were waiting for the stall.

"Was that you that was a big girl?" The woman cooed at me. "Isn't she a bit young to train?" she asked Ivy.

"I wouldn't if she wasn't showing she was ready… She's been showing the signs, so I decided to try."

"How old is this princess?"

"Fifteen months," Ivy said with a sense of pride.

"Hmm… Maybe that's where we went wrong," the woman said, looking at her daughter. "Evie here is five and still doesn't make it to the potty on time most of the time. It's about to the point of just admitting she will be in diapers like the Littles in her class for the rest of the year."

"No, Mommy!" The girl I noticed was crying. "Not baby!"

"Well, then we need to be making it to the potty! This little baby is a bigger girl than you!" her mom said, "Let's try the potty, and then we'll change your Pull-Up like a baby since you wouldn't stop playing to use the potty," she told her as she pushed her into the stall and closed the door.

Ivy used the sink to wash her hand and mine. As we walked out the door, "Seriously, you poopied too?!?"

I sighed with relief that it wasn't me blowing my strikes as Ivy carried me to the counter.

"Welcome; what can I get for you?" the giant teenager behind the cash register asked Ivy.

"I'll do a chicken salad with ranch and a large drink to go with that."

"Very good, and for the cutie?"

"If we can just do your small kids' nugget meal with the toddler toy option?"

"Drink?"

"I've got juice for her."

"That'll be $15.38," the girl said as Ivy sat me down on the counter, sitting on my butt so she could dig inside the bag for her wallet. I looked up at the board and realized that instead of just being kid meals and adult meals, there was also a separate 'Littles Meals' listed. It looked like the same thing as the kid's meals for the first few options before disappearing into insanity with four pureed baby food versions of those meals next. Then, even as Ivy used a card to pay for our meals, I watched a tray with a plastic tub of 'Littles Pureed Nuggets, and Fries' get picked up by a lady.

I nearly wanted to vomit thinking about it as Ivy picked me up, walked over to some high chairs, and grabbed one to bring where we could look at the play equipment area. She pulled the high chair in place and placed me down before using the simple seatbelt to prevent me from getting out.

'Why the hell did I do this?' I asked myself as she sat down and dug through the bag to hand me my sippy cup.

"Here's your cuppie," she told me with a smile as she sat down.

I looked around at the play area and had to admit it looked like a place I would have loved as a kid. But, of course, meant for giant kids, I could see the sign of requirements with a tall mascot holding a huge ruler, 'Kids 3-9 must be under 8' Tall to play on the playground.'

"Number 242," I heard from the counter, and Ivy left me for just a second to go grab our food.

I got a look at one adult little male moving around on the playground while I waited. I could tell he wasn't an actual adult by his colossal biceps, even though his clothes and haircut looked more appropriate for a toddler. You could just see the frilly edges of the diaper he wore sticking up over the top of his pants as his shirt rode up. He seemed to be working on timidly climbing up a clear section of a tube while a nearby 'mother' watched him. A moment later, my focus quickly turned back to Ivy, who arrived with my food.

"Let's get your bib on," she said as she unfolded one from the diaper bag and velcroed it behind my head.

"Let me open up your sauce for you," she said and then presented me with a sweet and sour sauce dipping container and nuggets. The difference from home was these were huge!

There were only four of them in the box, but they looked like they were each the size of my palm! Then, she placed some apple slices that were even bigger on the top of the little box and said, "I'll give you your toy after you eat."

I shrugged, "Thanks Mommy," and began attacking the first nugget. I dipped its tip in the large sauce container and bit a chunk off the end of it before carefully chewing and swallowing. It took me a while to finish the first nugget, and my hands were already getting greasy and sticky, not to mention my stomach was filling!

I made it through two nuggets before attacking a gigantic apple slice and some of the juice. Ivy ate her salad while watching me, and I blushed as I realized she had literally been just staring at me eating the whole time. Then, another Amazon mother came in with two girls, "Go play for a bit while I get your food ordered."

She saw me look at her and smiled, "Hi precious!" she said with a coo as she walked up to order.

I grabbed another apple slice, figuring I was about done eating, when I heard a shout from the play area. "Baby, come here! You're stinky and need a new diapee!" the biggest girl, who looked about seven from her face to me but still stood over seven feet in height. I watched as she dragged the shorter Little out with her through a slide. "Where's your mommy?" she asked the man, red-faced and scrambling to escape from the girl.

"Mommy's right here," the lady watching for him said. "Did he make a boom boom in his diapee?"

"He's stinky," the little girl told her in affirmation.

"Well, thank you for your help! We'll go change this stinky boy." The woman stepped away, holding the boy's hand and walking him to the bathroom.

The two girls looked at me, and I just hoped they'd leave me alone. But luckily enough, the girl's food just arrived, "Come on, girls, let's eat your food, and then you can play more."

I looked back at the apple slice in my hand and finished it before looking at the chicken nuggets and saying, "Done, Mommy."

"Look at you, my good little eater!" She pulled the travel wipes out of the diaper bag and wiped my sticky face and hands with them before pulling the bib off. "You need to potty before we go home? Maybe you'll get a nap on the ride home?"

I nodded to the potty while thinking, 'I don't need a nap.' I did have to admit I was getting tired, though. She carried me to the bathroom after throwing away my leftover food and repeated the potty process without more incidents. Once we both had clean hands, she carried me out to the car and buckled me into the car seat.

"Did you get enough to eat? You didn't eat that much…?"

I looked up at her, "That was a ton of food for someone my size! Those chicken nuggets were practically half of a chicken breast in my old dimension?"

She cocked her head a little, thinking before nodding, "I never really thought about it before. I guess you're right."

She closed the door and jumped into the driver's seat, closing her door. "Umm… What time is it?"

"One in the afternoon, or 1700 Hours," she told me.

"How many hours are in a day here?" I asked, "I remember the days are supposed to be longer but don't remember the actual length?"

"Thirty-two hours in our days, sweetie, it's part of why most of your kind need naps and longer sleep time here."

"Why don't you?"

"Our bodies evolved with the days here and can go twenty-six hours without sleep pretty easily. That's longer than a full day for you back home, right?"

Even though she couldn't see me, I nodded, "Yeah, it is… So… I guess we just passed our equivalent of noon back home," I noted to myself.

"Which is lunchtime," she said back to me.

"Thanks, I was curious," I said, feeling a bit sleepier. "Another question… Why did the menu have kids' menus and Little menus separately? I noticed that you ordered for me off the kids' menu?"

"The Littles menu has items that have been… 'enhanced' for Littles. They can be a bit addicting, and I'd rather not have you eat them if we can avoid it."

I nodded; that made sense. "How have they been enhanced?" I asked, yawning.

"Extra nutrients, and they're sweeter," she told me while turning to something with classical-sounding music on the radio.

That finally did me in as I closed my eyes and forgot any other questions I had.
 

IVY COULD HEAR the soft snores coming from the back and knew that the music had been enough to lull Holly to sleep. However, she was too bright for her own good, and she worried that if she started thinking about her food as being unsafe for her, it might complicate her next steps.

'I wish I had gotten that video screen set installed so I could see her sleep, but that'll be something to do at home,' she thought.

She couldn't help but daydream of having Holly in that beautiful nursery that she'd put together throughout the drive home! She'd based it on all of the store's best things. Well, except the robots. Once she'd seen Holly's initial reaction, she knew she'd been right not to mess with them. Holly would be best off in daycare with humans at the hospital; she didn't need to be cared for by a robot!

She navigated through the city streets until she came to her suburb and backed her car into the garage with the auto parking feature. She opened Holly's door and just wanted to scoop her up and start fully babying her right there… but she knew it wasn't time yet. Holly hadn't had a genuine freak-out on her yet - and it was really disconcerting.

'Not even yesterday when I diapered her…' she noted as she picked up the sleeping little and carried her inside. Then, deciding her bed would be the best place for her to finish napping since she didn't stir, she deposited her on it and pulled up the sheets over her little girl noting that the bed was really big for her since she shrank. 'Well, the crib is probably a little bigger,' she had to admit looking at her bed before heading out to the car.

She had lots of clothes to launder, diapers to put away, and that video monitor system to get set up. So she smiled, knowing that the moments her little girl napped would be the best times to do the motherly chores that would only grow as her new baby settled in.
 
 

Chapter 18: Weird
 

THE NEXT THING I knew, I realized I was somehow in my bed and needed to pee really badly! So I slid out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, where I found my potty sitting. I had just pulled down the training panties and sat down when I started peeing nearly out of control.

‘That was close!’ I said to myself, ‘Good thing I went before we left the restaurant. I wonder how long I was out?’

When Ivy walked in, I had just stood up, “Did you make it alright?”

“Yes, but I needed to go really bad when I woke up. How long was I asleep for?”

“Not too long. It’s still a couple hours until dinner time.”

“You carried me in from the car?” I blushed nervously.

“Out like a light!” She told me as she closely watched me pull the Pull-Up back onto my waist. I knew she was looking for the fade when wet marks, which were thankfully still showing. “Why don’t you put on one of your new outfits?” she suggested.

“Okay…” I said, “then can we maybe see if my laptop still works in this dimension? Umm… dumb question… do you even have Wi-Fi?”

“Sure! I even made sure to buy a wireless router that should work with your computer,” she told me with a smile.

“Thanks!” I said and followed her to my room. She had managed to launder and hang up all of my new clothes without me waking up. ‘How did I not wake up?’ I wondered.

“How about this outfit?” she suggested to me, holding up a red shirt and what looked like a blue skirt with a multicolor confetti pattern on it.

I shrugged, “sure, to be honest, I have no clue about girls’ outfits… so I guess you feel free to pick.”

I swore at that moment I was talking to one of those little girls in the restaurant playground for a moment as her eyes lit up with delight. “Here then,” she told me. “Oh, and let’s grab…” she said before pulling out, “one of your new panties!”

I didn’t know whether to smile or not on that one, but at least the panties were real underwear. I stayed silently pissed off that Ivy had forcibly changed my gender. Therefore making panties my new underwear the best of my’ choices.’ Deciding to keep the peace with the giant who would be able to do anything she wanted to me and get away with it, I pulled down the diaper cover and Pull-Up. Standing naked, I grabbed the panties from her and pulled them up.

It felt so good to pull on something thinner than the fake underwear! The panty fit snuggly, and as odd as it was versus regular male underwear, I was just happy to be in something other than a glorified diaper! I remembered the dress I had on just pulled over my head, so I pulled it off like a shirt and took the new top from Ivy. As I pulled it on, the chosen shirt was weird, and it became apparent that it definitely was not a simple boy’s shirt. The sleeves weren’t really ‘sleeves,’ instead, they were just little pieces of ruffled fabric extending barely past my shoulder blades. The shirt had a band of elastic that tightened it just slightly below my non-existent breast line before flaring it outwards a little.

As she handed me the skirt, I discovered it wasn’t a regular open skirt like I expected. “What is this?” I asked as I looked at it. There was a pair of built-in panties inside the garment.

“It’s a scooter,” she told me as I pulled it up, “it’s got the extra shorts to keep little girls modest.”

“Oh…” I said. “Probably not a bad thing for me either,” I smiled.

She laughed, “probably not! You’ve flashed your bloomers at me a lot today!” Then, she handed me a pair of white lacy socks that I pulled on. The lace was hung down over the white sock, and I couldn’t help but think this was as girly as I could be dressed. After I stood up, she looked at me, “You look so adorable! Do you mind if I take a picture with my phone?”

I shrugged, “I guess not.”

“Say cheese!” she said as I stood with my hands at my side and smiled at her the best I could. She took a few and then sat down, bringing me into her lap, “Selfie time!” She took a few selfies of us before showing me the photos, “You’re not smiling!”

“Umm…”

With that, she began tickling me without warning until I was forced to have a grin. Then, she took several more selfies with my forced laughter on my face, still out of breath.

“That was mean!” I told her, out of breath. She squeezed me in a hug lightly, though, while I continued to stare at myself. “I don’t look like myself at all.”

“Well, you do in your face still,” she told me. Then, she sighed, “You look like you’re a blend of the old you and me to make you look like my daughter,” she told me.

As I looked at myself, I admitted that was the truth, “So I’m my own father?” I asked awkwardly.

She laughed nervously and changed the subject. “Where’s your computer? We’ll get it connected with the Wi-Fi. I also put in an adapter surge protector over there,” she told me, pointing to my desk from the other dimension that she had set up in the corner of the giant room.

I walked to my backpack and pulled out my laptop and power cord before walking to my desk and chair. Both seemed larger to me now. While my possessions had shrunk when they came through the dimension, they definitely hadn’t shrunk as much as I had. I seemed like a kid even compared to them, but it was better than feeling like an infant compared to the Amazonian furniture!

I plugged my cord into the power strip she pointed out, finding myself grateful that there was something that would fit the plug. “Do objects shrink at a defined rate coming through?” I asked her, wondering how the strip would be the right size for my cord.

“Inorganic objects have some constant shrinking rates. For example, electronics shrink ten percent, enabling power strips to be used for things like this without custom builds every time.” Ivy told me.

“What about me? What’s the normal rate of a person?”

“There is no normal for some reason with living organic objects. From what I understand, the average is probably around twenty percent, but occasionally someone can grow instead. That is a huge range, and I know of one case where they shrank sixty percent.” She looked like she was thinking something before saying, “You shrank a bit under twenty percent.”

“I wonder why that happens?”

“Scientists think it’s something to do with how living organic matter interacts with the quantum energy field versus inorganic or dead matter. It’s an active research topic that will probably make someone very rich someday!”

My computer screen lit up, and I logged into an account with the password I had set up for specific uses like this. I opened my Wi-Fi connection and found just one wireless popping up; NanoH was the name. “This one it?”

“Yes,” she said and typed in the password.

I pressed enter and knew I would have to go back to my keylogging software to snag it. I’d have to put the router in on my actual account since this one was under a particular sandboxed account. Ivy didn’t need to know that, though!

I opened my internet browser and asked, “what search engines work here?”

Over the next twenty minutes, she showed me how to use a few of their native search engines, similar to Google and Bing. She also showed me how I could make a connection via a bridge to my dimension’s internet before she said, “I’m going to go work on getting dinner ready.”

“Okay,” I told her.

Once she left and I heard pots clanging, I picked up my laptop and sat down with my back against the wall next to my desk. I looked around the room and spotted at least two hidden nanny cameras, so I thought the smart thing would be to at least cover what I was doing from the cameras. ‘I don’t think she can have one behind me over there,’ I thought.

I had to rearrange myself a second later as even though I knew that the ‘scooter’ covered my panties, I still needed to not flash them at every opportunity. The garment was pretty short, though, so that wasn’t easy! I was sitting crisscrossed with my back to the wall a moment later. It was a quick search, and I found her password in my software log.

‘BabyHollyABC123’ made my blood turn to ice.

‘I’m screwed!’ I couldn’t help but think. ‘I wonder why she even bought these panties for me?’

I shook my head and logged into my actual account, and activated the Wi-Fi for that account. Then, I decided to search around and see what more information I could learn about this dimension. I had just come across some website for Littles with details on ‘avoiding slavery’ when I was presented with a warning, ‘You Are Being Warned/Blocked from Visiting this Site due to Inappropriate Adult Content.’

‘Great…’ I thought to myself. ‘I’m sure this is like some NetNanny thing… I wonder if I can log into that…?’

I spent the next hour hacking my way into her controls. Fortunately, she used the same password for the software, and I could soon see that it was correct that it logged items deemed ‘inappropriate.’ I cleared the viewed items since she wouldn’t have gotten any alerts yet, from what I could tell. Once done, I visited enough sites to make it seem like I had a complete history in the system records. Then, I logged out of everything and was just looking at a news article. It was from their dimension about a foreign country that somehow gave even fewer rights to their Littles than where I was now at. She came in shortly later as I could smell the scents of dinner wafting into the room.

“Holly, what are you doing on the ground?”

I shrugged, “For some reason, I’ve always preferred to sit on the ground sometimes?”

“Weird,” she smiled at me, “Dinner’s ready,” she told me. “Why don’t you go potty, and then I’ll help you wash your hands?”

I nodded, logging out and closing the computer before I reached up to put it on my desk. Ivy followed me to the bathroom, where I pulled down the scooter and my panties and sat down on the potty. I turned red as she watched me, and I still wasn’t used to the new parts. Finally, she handed me some tissue, “Wipe from front to back and dry your vagina,” she reminded me.

I turned redder but followed her directions, glad that she let me do it myself at least! I put the wet tissue into the potty and pulled my panties and scooter back up. Ivy dumped it all in the toilet and flushed it before picking me up to help me reach the sink and wash my hands. She soaped up her hands and then used her hands to soap mine up before she rubbed them for a reasonable amount of time. Eventually, she rinsed off both of ours at the same time.

She turned me around, so I could sit on the counter with my butt while she handed me a towel to dry my hands. “All clean, let’s go eat!” she told me with a smile. I noticed she’d changed the high chair padding to the pink option I had seen in the store.

‘I guess she decided since I already knew it was her fault,’ I thought. ‘I’m pissed about it, but nothing I can do about it. It doesn’t matter that much, but I don’t know how I’ll function without my ID matching me if I ever go home. Based on her comment earlier, I doubt my DNA would match my old self either!’

I shook it off as she buckled me into the high chair and brought a bib over. “Need this?” she asked me.

I looked at the meal of roast beef and mashed potatoes and figured I didn’t, but knowing her plan involved getting me to be more and more of a baby like those other Littles, I shrugged, “Probably not, but whatever...” I sighed as she came up to me.

She was smiling as she velcroed the bib around my neck. The bib extended past my waist with a pocket at the bottom to catch missed food. It featured large butterflies outlined on it in shades of pink and purple that just screamed, ‘it’s a girl!’

She attached the food tray and brought me my new fork with a kids’ plate of food. It was probably covered in too much food still for my small stomach! The colorful plate had three sections, with a bigger area having lots of small pieces of cut-up roast beef on it. Mashed potatoes were in another smaller section covered in gravy, and something I couldn’t make out was in the other small part of the plate. “What is that?” I asked, pointing towards it.

“Asparagus?” she told me.

I looked at it again and went, “Wow, that grows big here… I didn’t even recognize it!” The spears had been cut up for me in length, but they were the width of a fat carrot!

She laughed, “or they just grow small in your dimension like you!”

I shook my head, “I wonder what else is out of proportion even with the size difference?”

We talked as we had dinner. I was happy that the fork worked much better than the stupid spork Ivy had given me before. I alternated with the spoon for the mashed potatoes and felt I had an almost regular dinner talking with her. I picked her brain with medical science questions in their dimension, and she likewise picked mine. There were actually a few techniques we had advanced a bit further than them due to their reliance on nanites. For example, anti-viral drugs that were just coming on the market back home weren’t a thing in their dimension.

“So, you actually have a somewhat effective treatment for flu?” she asked me.

I shrugged, “Not full proof, but if it’s taken soon enough, it definitely diminishes symptoms and shortens infections in most people.”

One of the many areas they were light years ahead of us was cancer research. Their nanites could seek out the bad cells and eliminate, or correct their mutated DNA strands, to make organs function correctly again in minutes without any radiation or chemotherapy.

By the time we finished dinner, I felt like I had completed a semester of an undergraduate course! “How about you go potty, and then we’ll watch some TV before getting you a bath?” she suggested.

“A bath?” I asked, “Why not a shower? That’s what I took at home.”

She smiled at me, “Give it a try? Besides, I want to help you wash your hair tonight,” she added.

“I can do that myself?”

“Have you ever had this long of hair before?” she asked me.

I made a face, “No, I guess not...”

“And remember when I talked about being prepared for inspections?”

I nodded, “They wouldn’t at night, would they?”

She nodded, “They do about seventy percent in the evenings due to work schedules.”

“Oh…” Turning red, I finally shrugged, “I think you’ve seen me naked enough. I guess it doesn’t matter.”

She smiled, “I have definitely seen you in your birthday suit, and, as my mom says to me, I even changed your diapers!”

I blushed brighter, walked to the bathroom in front of her, and sat down on my potty. She did the same on the toilet, and I couldn’t help but stare at her massive form above me. Two days ago, I would have probably thought this would be a way to get in her large pants with a relationship of some sort… ‘Instead, she changes my pants!’ I groaned while turning my view to my panties. They were covered in characters and obviously meant for a toddler at best, but at least they were the best alternative there. ‘Can’t believe I’m excited about big girl panties,’ I thought.

 

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