Seems Too Good Chapters 21 and 22 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 21: Tabers Milk
 

IVY SIGHED, “LOOK… I’m not perfect… and I’m sorry if you feel like I mutilated you...”

I sat and stared at her waiting for the following words, hoping it wasn’t a massive ‘but…!’

“I… can’t say that I regret that as you sit here… but I do promise I won’t make any other modifications to your body like that. I will never do anything to you with your teeth or mobility.”

“I will have to hope you’re telling me the truth,” I told her sadly. “So, from what I read, though, all Littles see pediatricians even though they’re adults?”

“Some pediatricians specialize in Geriatric Little care, too,” she told me, “but for the most part, that’s correct.”

“How many things are misdiagnosed because of that?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, in my dimension, there are certain conditions that just don’t normally happen under fifteen years of age or so, let alone age two - so we have a misdiagnosis every now and then when a rare case comes up. If you have a fifty-year-old being treated with the same assumptions as a two-year-old…?”

“You know… I honestly don’t think we’ve ever researched that,” Ivy told me.

I continued to ask her questions and quizzed her about every relevant medical topic I had read in that book. One of those was more about the teeth, “Why do so many Littles have their teeth removed?”

“Your teeth can’t pierce our skin, but it still hurts like hell to be bitten with them,” she told me honestly. “Also, it helps make little speech patterns more babyish without the teeth to use your tongue against.”

I squirmed at that thought even though she promised to leave me alone. Eventually, she looked at her watch and said, “I guess we should think about lunch here soon. How about grilled cheese sandwiches?”

I shrugged, “That’s fine; you don’t have to go through that much trouble,” I added.

She smiled as she scooted me to the edge of the couch and sat me beside her, “It’s not that big of a deal,” she told me with a smile.

As she stood, I realized I had no idea how long we’d been sitting there and decided to hit the bathroom. I sat down on the potty before realizing I would be short on toilet paper. Her roll of toilet paper hanging next to her adult toilet was hanging down enough that I was able to quickly grab a few pieces before sitting back down. Urine tinkled into the potty and generated the stupid congratulations sound effect. ‘I should find the batteries and rip them out,’ I thought.

I wiped myself and pulled my shorts and panties back up when I was done. Unfortunately, I had no way of reaching the sink and was contemplating how I could wash my hands when she came in, “Need a lift to the sink?” she asked with a smile.

“Please,” I told her.

She picked me up and held me so I could wash my hands before setting me back down on the ground and emptying my potty into the toilet. She rinsed it out really quickly and washed her own hands. “Lunch is almost ready,” she told me and followed me out of the bathroom to the dining table. Without asking, she picked me up and sat me in the high chair, moving my arms into the harness straps and buckling me in securely.

Soon she brought over a set of large triangles of grilled cheese sandwiches on a plastic plate to set down on the tray in front of me. “Here,” she told me before adding, “here’s some milk to drink too,” she said, setting the sippy cup on the tray.

I made a face.

“Milk is good for you,” she smirked at me, “you can’t just drink juice unless you want to be a fat little.”

I groaned, “Water is fine too,” I told her.

“True, but the milk really is needed while your body acclimates to this dimension,” she told me.

I looked at it and took a tentative sip from the cup.

It didn’t taste like any milk I’d ever had before! I took a second sip and debated downing the whole cup but restrained myself. “What kind of milk is this?”

“Tabers milk,” she told me.

“What is that? Some animal like a goat?” I asked.

“Bit larger creature,” she told me with a smile, “but kind of, I guess.”

I took a bite of the grilled cheese and soon found myself in a rhythm of drinking the milk and eating the grilled cheese. I noticed that the milk was filling me up quicker than the bites from the sandwich I was eating. I also noticed that I was getting kind of tired as I finished the last of the cup.

“Want more?” she asked.

I shook my head, “It’s good, but I think I need to lie down for a while. These longer days, I guess, are getting to me.”

She smiled, “Nothing wrong with admitting that. But, why don’t we take you by the potty first?”

I nodded and watched as she pulled the plate half-eaten off the tray, pulled it free, and then did quick work releasing the buckle on my harness. I held on as she carried me to the bathroom. She was wiping me gently when she presented me with one of the Pull-Ups from the day before, “why don’t we put a pull-up on you just in case?”

“You think I’m going to wet during a short nap too?” I asked nervously.

“It’s possible,” she told me. “Nothing to be ashamed of if it does, though. I’ve told you this dimension has its effects.”

I nodded and reluctantly pulled my shorts and panties off my feet and took the offered item. I sighed but pulled the infantile garment onto my body. Ivy grabbed my discarded panties and said, “Just in case,” to me.

“And sleeping doesn’t count, right?” I verified.

“Right,” she reassured me.

I walked down the hallway to my room and couldn’t help but note it felt like I’d just had as much alcohol as I had the night I left. Something seemed off, and I had no idea what it was. I laid down, and she kindly pulled a blanket over me. “Good night,” she told me with a smile.

“It’s not night…!” I mumbled but gave up the attempt to stay awake.
 

IVY STAYED AT the doorway for a long moment before closing the door and walking away. ‘She’s too adorable!’ she told herself. ‘I just want to give up this charade and carry her to the nursery!’

She opened the door and got set up to pump her breasts in the rocking chair. Soon they were draining, and she daydreamed about soon it being Holly doing the draining. ‘She seemed to like the Tabers milk just fine,’ she smirked. It took her about twenty minutes to get through her supply before she bagged the results. Then, she made sure she had some in the fridge before placing the fresh milk into the freezer. Holly’s daycare supply was definitely going to be okay when her maternity leave was up!

She smiled as she got back to work doing other things around the house. Cleaning up after lunch didn’t take long, and she started surfing some of the best little clothing sites. Several dresses were purchased before she heard a gasp from the baby monitor that she was monitoring on her tablet.

Holly was sitting up and seemed upset about something.

‘Not that I’m surprised,’ she admitted.

The half-moons around the crotch of Holly’s shorts were visible even through the camera lens. ‘Guess diapers will be justifiable for nap times, too!’ she smiled.

Hearing Holly call, “Ivy?” with a sad voice.

Ivy turned off the monitor and walked to her daughter’s temporary room.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as she opened the door.

“I wet the bed again…” Holly sobbed sadly.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” Ivy said and reached down to hug the little girl.

“But what’s wrong with me?” Holly asked, “An adult shouldn’t go from not wetting their bed to having two enuresis incidents within less than a day?”

‘I almost feel bad for letting her try,’ Ivy said to herself.

“I don’t know that it’s something that’s wrong with you, Holly. But, remember, you’re tiny compared to even what you left your dimension.”

“But… even when I was this size in my dimension, I never wet the bed! I was this size when I was eight or nine and didn’t have a problem!”

“What about when you were nineteen months old?”

“Well, of course, I wet the bed then - I was still a baby in diapers,” she said with exasperation.

“Well… I’m not saying you are that age, but you are that size compared to us. Like I told you, naps don’t count… and for a good reason.” The tears were streaming down her face, and Ivy couldn’t help but hug her tighter, ignoring the wet clothes that were soaking her own, and kissed her forehead. “It’s okay,” she said soothingly.

“So, does this mean I will be like those other Littles and have to go back to diapers?” Holly asked.

“That’s up to you, Holly. You really don’t even have one strike at this point - while you’re awake, you seem to be doing just fine,” she told her. ‘For now,’ she thought, hiding the smile. Holly smiled a bit at that statement, and she decided it was time to take care of getting her cleaned up. “Let’s get you cleaned up, and then you can read some more,” Ivy suggested.

Holly, for her part, just nodded and wriggled free of Ivy’s arms. She looked down at her shorts, embarrassed at the wet spots, and began pulling them off, “Go ahead and take your blouse off too,” Ivy told her, “now hand me your wet Pull-up.”

As Holly handed her the Pull-up, she said, “I guess there’s a reason you wanted me to use a diaper last night… this didn’t do any good?”

Ivy smiled, “No, it didn’t. I know many parents who don’t mess with Pull-ups during the night for that reason - they just don’t hold up as well as diapers.”

Holly nodded, now standing naked awkwardly looking up at her. Ivy set the wet clothes down on top of the dresser. The soaked Pull-up was temporarily sat on them while she reached over and found some wipes she’d left in the room. Then, taking a couple out, she asked Holly, “Do you want to wipe yourself up or me to do it?”

Holly blushed a bright red, and Ivy went ‘Awww… please say I can,’ in her mind.

“You…” Holly said quietly.

Wasting no time, she bent down on her knees and began using the wipes all over her diaper area, back, stomach, and legs, where she knew pee had connected. ‘I wish I could just say this is it and put her in her diapers now… but I want her to decide she needs them as much as the three strikes to tell her she needs them,’ she sighed internally. ‘I want her to go into diapers without hating me.’

Once she was done cleaning her up, she reached in and grabbed a pair of her panties and handed them to Holly to slide on. She watched as she stared skeptically at them before pulling them up her legs. Finally, Ivy asked her, “Another pair of shorts? Some pajama pants? A dress?”

Ivy was looking forward to being in charge of dressing Holly down the road but planned on letting her lead the way even when she was in her nursery. Holly furrowed her eyebrows before saying softly, “A dress?”

She hid her surprise well but smiled as she walked to the closet and grabbed four options. She pointed to a yellow plaid one to hang onto while putting the others back. It was a bright yellow with wide plaid colors, sleeveless, and the top had fake bows as straps holding it together. Ivy took it off the hanger and undid the buttons before holding it above Holly’s head, “Arms up,” she smiled.

Holly complied without much of an expression on her face. Then, settling the dress over her, Ivy bent down and did the three buttons on the back that would hold it on. “Why the dress?” Ivy asked curiously.

“Easier to pull down my panties in a hurry?” Holly blushed.

“Yes, I guess it is. Just make sure you keep them from showing to everyone,” Ivy smiled at Holly. “Actually, if we go anywhere, I have a pair of white leggings we’ll put on you,” she added.

She nodded and seemed lost in thought, “Do you mind if I keep looking through your textbook?”

“Sure, but why don’t I also give you an updated one since you were reading some rather outdated medical advice on Littles…?”
 

I SPENT THE afternoon skimming through the original textbook and the newer one she brought over to me. The more recent book did seem to spend some time arguing against the use of the tendon shortening surgery. The authors of the newer book suggested that if a parent really wanted their little to be unable to walk, they should use hypnosis instead. They claimed it was safer because it was possible to train the Little out of that state later. If a parent still wanted a more permanent solution, using nanites to rewire the connections of the brain to the nerves was now the recommended procedure. ‘So basically, disconnecting all of the programmings from the brain to your muscles that you do as a baby…?’ I had wondered in horror. According to the text, the only good thing was that it too could be reversed…

When dinner came that night, I enjoyed the homemade pizza that Ivy had made, along with a cup of water that I requested. Then, at her suggestion, we sat down to watch a movie together on the couch. “You want a drink?” she asked me midway through the film.

I debated giving my enuresis issues but nodded, “Please?”

“Some of the Tabers milk from earlier?” she suggested.

I shrugged, “Sure, it’s weird, but it tastes really good.”

She left me on the couch with the movie paused. It was a superhero movie, and I enjoyed that one of the superheroes in the film was a Little. However, it was a little disheartening every time they reached a stopping point of the plot; the Little had to have their diaper publicly changed on camera. I was more than a little shocked at how graphic the changes were that the movie kept showing. ‘I’m not sure if this is something that should even be legal!’

She returned with a glass of water for herself and a sippy cup of the milk for me. I took a sip as she restarted the movie and was again blown away by how great it tasted. ‘It’s like a latte… but without the coffee, obviously!’ I tried to describe it to myself. ‘It tastes different than regular milk…?’ I thought. Soon I did less sipping and instead found myself quickly gulping the cup. As a result, it was empty far faster than I was ready for it to be.

I sloshed the cup a bit, and Ivy noticed, “Already drank it all?”

I nodded, “It’s really good!”

She smiled, “Do you want more?”

My stomach felt rather full, and I suddenly burped right then, “Maybe later,” I said as I settled in to watch the movie with her. I found my eyes getting heavier and heavier. By the fourth time I’d shaken myself awake, I worried I would fall asleep and have a problem without protection on the couch.

“Maybe I should get ready for bed…?” I told her.

“Too sleepy?” She asked me while pausing the movie.

“Just worried…”

“Oh… well… how about we get you into your nightclothes, and then we can come back and finish the movie? That way, if you fall asleep, the worst that’ll happen is that I’ll need to carry you to your bed?”

I blushed, “I guess…” and yawned then too.

She smiled and carried me to my room and undid the buttons on the back of my dress. “Pull your dress off while I get your pajamas,” she told me.

I reached down to the hem of the dress and pulled it off over my head. My hair came loose and got into my eyes, so I swiped it clear with my hand and held the dress protectively in front of me as a little bit of cover.

“Panties too,” Ivy reminded me.

I blushed but slid them off and simultaneously handed her both my dress and panties. Soon I was nervously standing there completely naked. I felt a little more alert then and wondered if the milk was making me sleepy sooner. She laid the changing pad on the end of my bed and patted it. I groaned but climbed up there and lay where she wanted me to. A short second later, a diaper was being shaken open, and she lifted my ankles with one hand to pull my butt off the pad enough to situate it. A bottle of baby powder appeared, and I blushed more as she shook some into her hands and rubbed it all over my groin and butt. She wiped her hands with a baby wipe and then taped the diaper shut.

She held out a long nightgown to me, “How about this tonight?”

I stared at the purple garment that was covered in cupcakes and shrugged. “Okay,” and held my arms up so Ivy could pull the gown over my head. The bottom had a ruffle that brushed my ankles as I stood up a moment later. The fabric felt soft, and I liked that it covered my arms with long sleeves.

“Shall we go watch the rest of the movie?” She asked me

I nodded, feeling some of the sleepiness returning, “sure.”

“Some more milk while I’m up?” she asked as she deposited me on the couch and picked up my sippy cup and her empty glass.

“Sure…”

‘I forgot to go potty!’ I thought to myself, ‘I’ll have to remember before I go to bed.’

I took the refilled sippy cup from her. “Sit on my lap?” she asked.

“I guess,” I told her and let her position me in the crook of her arm as the movie restarted. I brought the sippy cup to my mouth and started drinking. “This milk tastes so good!” I said again and found myself with an empty cup again. It wasn’t long after when my eyes finally stopped trying to stay open.
 

IVY SAT THERE to finish the movie but mostly stared at Holly, who she had shifted in her arms to a more traditional infants’ cradle. ‘I couldn’t believe she stayed awake after the first cup…’ she thought. ‘I’m not sure that she should have had that second one yet…’ she admitted. Then, as the credits began to roll, she gently stood up and lifted the hem of Holly’s nightgown.

‘Already wet, huh?’ she thought with a smile. ‘I could tell her this counted as a strike, but I won’t. Let’s see if I can change her without her knowing I did…?’

As she lay her down on the changing pad and opened the soaked diaper, she noted that there was also some small amount of loose brown stool in the diaper. ‘Hmm… probably not ready for that much milk in one day yet…’ she thought as she gently wiped the sleeping girl. Once she had her in a clean diaper, she pulled the covers back and gently tucked her in, “Good night, princess,” she whispered as she kissed her forehead.

Holly never stirred, though, as she turned the lights out and walked to place the diaper in the nursery disposal. Washing her hands, she looked in the fridge and realized she only had one pouch in there for the next day, ‘better start making sure I have four or five in there if I’m going to keep doing her oatmeal, lunch, and a bedtime snack…?’ She walked back to the nursery and prepared to pump some more, ‘Between now and before breakfast, I should have enough for her for tomorrow.’
 
 

Chapter 22: Strike One
 

THE NEXT MORNING, I woke up wet again and had the nasty surprise of being told there was some stool in the diaper too! I had turned red and could not avoid a stream of tears down my face from that knowledge.

I began to settle in with Ivy, and our days swiftly passed by. I soaked up as much knowledge from her and her textbooks as possible during the following week. During that time, I grew annoyed that I couldn’t seem to help waking up wet every time I fell asleep, whether it be nighttime or a nap. I continued to really enjoy the Tabers milk that she kept giving me to drink now that she knew I liked it - it was like having one vice-like a coke or a beer available. I figured she would need to go to the store for more soon, but she didn’t usually go to the grocery store - preferring to usually just take delivery. I offered to help her unpack the groceries when they came, but she shooed me away.

Other than the first time of finding stool in my sleep, though, I didn’t have a recurrence at least. After breakfast the second week of my stay, Ivy handed me a yellow set of shortalls that matched with a white top that had little yellow ruffles on the ends of the short sleeves. The shortfalls had a pink heart in the middle of the bib. “I need to go shopping today,” she told me with a smile.

“What for?” I asked curiously, “I thought you said you have everything delivered?” I thought back and even remembered a box of diapers in the last delivery.

“I do, but I’d like to look for some other outfits for you and maybe take you to look for a tablet or something you can use instead of that dinosaur you call a computer.”

I grimaced as she called my computer a dinosaur, “It was actually pretty current in my dimension,” I told her as I pulled the straps of the shortalls over my shoulders.

She just laughed, “What was it you said last week? You’re not in Canada anymore?”

“Kansas,” I sighed.

“What’s that supposed to mean anyway?” She asked.

“I take it you don’t have the Wizard of Oz as a movie here?”

She looked at me blankly, “No…?”

“It was originally a book written over a century ago in my dimension… very odd story. The premise is supposedly a young girl gets swept from her home by a tornado into the land of Oz…” she continued to look at me blankly, “Anyway… At one point, she looks at her dog and says, ‘I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,’” I sighed, “it became a very common idiom to say back home.”

“I wish I could see it,” she said.

“If you have all of my boxes, I should have a DVD of it somewhere.”

“What’s a DVD?”

I sighed, “It’s what we used for about fifteen years for movies back home. It’s a round disc that a laser reads.”

“Oh, we used those about fifty years ago... My grandparents still had them when I was growing up. Was there a player in there too?”

“Should have been?” I said, “We could look for it later?”

“We’ll have to do that!” She told me, “The more I think about it, I remember seeing a box of a bunch of weird plastic cases and those discs inside. I can get them from the storage shed later.”

“Great,” I said, happy that maybe we could have a bit of a cultural exchange.

I was dressed and carried to the car, where she buckled me again into the rear-facing car seat. We hadn’t gone anywhere in nearly a week, so I hadn’t seen the video screen she’d installed on the headrest above my car seat. As she turned the car turned on, the screen came to life. It displayed a view of Ivy and the view out the window beside her.

“That’s kind of cool,” I said to her.

She waved at the screen, “Yes, it is! I can see you now too. I can also play movies on it for you if you want.”

“I just like the idea of seeing outside right now,” I told her.

“Okay then,” she said and began driving.

I enjoyed the view of the streets and finally got a feel for Ivy’s neighborhood. It seemed to be a pretty upscale neighborhood with large yards and distance between houses. It was apparent she definitely had a larger home than many of the others she passed by driving further into town. Growing up, I had once heard driving through the Midwest best described as ‘cornfield, cornfield, cornfield, porn shop, cornfield...’ Here I would say it was more, ‘Little Store, Little Store, Little Store, Daycare, Little Store!’

“Do Littles basically drive your entire economy?” I asked Ivy from the back seat at a stoplight next to a large daycare where I could see Littles moving around on outdoor play equipment. Most of them had just a t-shirt and a diaper on, while quite a few only wore their diapers with chests and breasts exposed to the world.

I saw her look down at her screen, and she nodded, “A good chunk at least…” she noted as the light turned green and she started again. Eventually, she pulled into the parking lot of an enormous mall.

She got out of the car but didn’t immediately come to my side of the door. Instead, she was doing something in the trunk. I twiddled my thumbs literally for a moment while waiting for her. Finally, I decided to try and pull at the latch myself but couldn’t get the correct grip on the buckle, apparently. She finally opened the door and picked me up, letting me see why she’d been slow to open my door.

“I don’t need that!” I whined as I looked at the purple stroller that she had sitting next to the door.

“You think that now,” she told me, “but with your size, just walking from one end to the other and back will feel like several miles to you.”

“That’s…”

“Less than it will be because I’ll be stopping in stores,” she whispered as she buckled me into the stroller.

I frowned, “But I want to walk around…?”

“Remember the other part of our deal the last time we went out?”

I groaned, “Blend,” I sighed. “But don’t toddlers sometimes get to walk around?”

“And you may too,” she told me with a smile as she stepped behind me.

I looked in front of me at a bar that had a space for a cup or a bottle. Above me was a canopy that looked like it wasn’t fully opened. The inside of the stroller was a weird color that seemed kind of ugly to me. Somehow the color looked like both a purple and some sort of purplish fuchsia...? At least the seat was well padded, and I felt comfortable as my legs dangled over its edge. I leaned forward a little, well as much as the harness let me and could see a footrest that my feet had no hope of touching. ‘If anything, this stroller almost feels too big for me…?’ I shuddered, ‘What would be right for my size…?’

She pushed the stroller to the mall entrance, and a nice teenage girl held the door open for us. “Thank you,” Ivy told her.

“No problem, have fun shopping, cutie,” she waved at me.

Not knowing what else to do, I waved back to her. Ivy found her first store pretty quickly and soon had me out of the stroller and in a dressing room to try on some dresses and rompers she found. I sighed but participated as a well-behaved dolly as she ended up picking out a half-dozen outfits before putting me back into the stroller. We were leaving the store when I felt the twinge, “Mommy!” I said.

She looked around the front and looked at me, “What, sweetie?”

“Potty, Mommy!”

She smiled and said, “Just hold it, sweetie. We’re not too far from a restroom.”

I squirmed as the urge increased faster than I remembered a few days ago! However, I hadn’t been far from my potty at home, so it hadn’t been a big deal. She pushed through a door of a small family bathroom and locked the door before coming around to me.

My bladder felt like it was about to explode, so I hurried to the gigantic toilet as soon as she sat me down on the floor. I tried pulling at the straps of my coveralls frantically to pull them down. I managed to get one of the buckles loose and then was working on the second one when I felt a drop of urine make it past my clenched muscles.

I struggled some more as Ivy said, “Let me help you,” and reached to get past my hands.

Suddenly, I lost the battle.

I felt tears in my eyes as the urine pooled down my shorts and began dribbling down my legs. Past my pants, I could feel it start dripping onto the bare part of my feet around my sandals. “I’m sorry,” I told Ivy.

She knelt down and hugged me, “It’s okay, sweetie, you tried.” She gave me a moment while urine continued to drip out of me before she said, “Let’s get those wet things off of you.”

I nodded and let her finish getting the buckle I couldn’t get undone. A moment later, I was just in my shirt with the dripping shortalls and panties sitting on the long counter inside the room.

“Were you done going?” she asked me kindly.

I shrugged, “I don’t know?”

“Let’s try the potty just in case?” She suggested.

I dumbly nodded and let her hold me on the edge of the toilet. Even though I was mortified by my accident and the woman holding me naked above the toilet, I forced myself to go. I managed to push out just a little bit of urine before some logs of poop followed. I was blushing bright red as she wiped me first with some toilet paper and then carried me to stand on top of the counter that I could tell was really just a permanent changing table. The diaper bag she had carried last week came out, and I grimaced as she brought out baby wipes and cleaned me up without asking for my participation. They were cold, and I felt goosebumps up and down my skin with the air conditioning blowing.

“We’ll get you dressed in just a second,” she told me.

I watched as she dug inside and feared I would move from panties to diapers already from this one incident. ‘One?’ I asked myself. ‘Every night time and nap too!’ I felt my stomach doing somersaults as she finally pulled her hands from inside the bag; she unfolded a bundle of cloth that contained a dress and a pair of my panties.

“Here,” she told me with a smile handing me the panties.

I quickly pulled them up to my waist and then let her pull the dress over my head. It was one that just pulled on, so I didn’t have to worry about buttons or a zipper. My sandals were soon back on my feet, and she had me wash my hands before buckling me back into the stroller. I watched as she pulled out some bag from inside the diaper bag to put my wet things in and secured it all underneath my seat.

“I need to go potty too while we’re here,” she announced.

I sighed and just sat there thinking about the fact that I had just wet my pants. Then, as Ivy finally pushed me outside the bathroom, she said, “Holly, this does count as strike one,” I felt a tear down my eye, “but remember I said per week. So, if a week from today you haven’t had two other strikes, it’ll reset to the last time you have an accident.”

I breathed a small sigh of relief, ‘okay… don’t have two more accidents in the next week… should be easy!’

I couldn’t help but have a feeling of doom with those thoughts, though, as she pushed me past a pair of women breastfeeding their little girls on a bench. The breasts pushing their babyish clothes out made it obvious they were not real babies.
 

IVY SMILED ABOVE the stroller’s handles as she pushed Holly deeper into the mall. When they got to the mall, she had intentionally not asked Holly if she needed to go to the potty, hoping this would happen. Shortalls were another gamble that had also paid off when Holly couldn’t get the hook off the button fast enough in her panic to go. The look on Holly’s face, though, as she lost control, had just about broken her resolve to not put her into diapers then and there forevermore.

Luckily for Holly, she had intentionally left the diapers at home but brought two sets of clothes, an extra pair of panties, and a couple of Pull-Ups. ‘If she goes through all of that… well, it’ll be over anyway,’ she thought.

As much as she wanted to just diaper Holly, she couldn’t deny that Holly was the smartest Little she’d ever encountered. Her understanding of medical texts she read was at least as good as the medical students she had gone to school with… maybe better. That part made her feel really guilty about adopting Holly, but it didn’t matter now that the act was done. Holly was a minor and would never be allowed to practice medicine by any hospital board. ‘There’s no harm in humoring her though and letting her continue to learn,’ she thought to herself. ‘Even if she never again performs a surgery or even an examination.’

Ivy pushed Holly’s stroller through the mall for another hour, looking at clothes before deciding it was time to go for lunch and their next stop. “Holly, do you need to go potty before we get some lunch?” she asked as she leaned over the canopy.

Holly had been uncharacteristically quiet this whole time and just gave her a slight nod and a soft, “Please…?”

She chose a bathroom on the way out to the car. Parking the stroller beside the entrance, she unbuckled Holly and carried her to an open stall, setting Holly on the ground. Holly pulled her panties down and her dress up before Ivy leaned down to pick her up to place her on the too-large potty.

‘I hate holding her like this,’ she thought to herself as a tinkle of water began coming from Holly. ‘She could fall in so easily!’

When the tinkle stopped, Ivy asked, “Are you done, sweetie?”

A nod was the only answer, so she grabbed a wad of toilet paper while holding her in place with one hand to wipe her gently dry. To be safe, she wiped her butt too but found it clean. She sat her down on the ground so she could pull up her panties and said, “Good girl,” to her.

Holly blushed bright red and didn’t say anything.

Ivy began to get a bit worried then, ‘Did I go too far?’

She helped her wash her hands and then buckled her back into the stroller. “How about pasta for lunch?” she asked Holly as she buckled her into the car seat a few minutes later.

“Sure,” Holly answered her. “Sorry if I’m quiet… I just can’t believe I wet my pants… I’m not a baby for crying out loud! But my potty training seems to be disappearing faster than my height when I arrived here.”

“It’ll be okay,” Ivy found herself reassuring Holly. “I don’t think any less of you,” she added.

With a sigh, Holly nodded, and she closed the door and drove the short distance to a chain restaurant.

 

Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment if you did so and press the Kudos button! I should be posting every other day again until this is fully posted here on BC. The full novel is complete (52 chapters plus Epilogue) and published on Amazon if you wish to be impatient though! (Link at the top - really helps this author out!)