Seems Too Good Chapters 27 and 28 by Sofia Hammerstein

Doctor Nick Benning has worked hard to become a phenomenal surgeon. Ads for traveling to a new dimension have begun to pop up everywhere; including a billboard asking 'Life got you down? Debt sky-high? Health problems? Just needing new scenery? Visit Portal Relocations on the web to learn of your chance for a new life!' Circumstances in life change for him and the journey begins to sound intriguing despite the stories he's heard... (A Tale from the Diaper Dimension)

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The Legal Stuff: Seems Too Good © 2020-2025 By Sofia Hammerstein
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 

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Chapter 27: Shattered
 

IVY WAS BESIDE herself with both glee and anger. She was so mad that the day had gone downhill! She had hoped the day she put Holly into diapers would be a beautiful day filled with showing her the beautiful nursery and then finally ending the pump as her primary way of emptying her breasts. But, instead, she had screwed up, and worse yet, she’d stupidly drawn a line in the sand and dared Holly to cross it...

She immediately made a quick order through a local grocery store for some baby food and formula. ‘I have to stick to my guns if she chooses that route.’

She avoided the Little food and stuck with real baby food meant for those babies under a year of age. Pureed chicken and rice, oatmeal with apples, peas, and some apple prune pouches were added to her virtual cart. She also added just one small container of poorly rated formula. Ivy hoped that the flavors would be enough to win this battle after one meal… If Holly conceded, she’d only make her have part of the meal and switch her to her roast beef for the rest after she nursed.

Ivy looked in on the nursery cams and saw that Holly had finally fallen sound asleep, and her pacifier was bobbing in her mouth as she suckled on it involuntarily. A couple of TV shows she had watched the other day had some ads that had inadvertently started that process. ‘I don’t mind if she’s a thumb sucker or wants her paci one bit!’

She quietly grabbed her breast pump and the accessories from the nursery and took them to the kitchen. Looking around the nursery, she moved a few things around before going and taking a few more bibs to the kitchen from where she had stored them. Bottles were moved out to an easy-to-reach area of the kitchen. She pulled all of the baby spoons, plates, and a bottle warmer out from where she’d been hiding them. She quietly got the playpen set up in the living room before adding a few toys and a soft blanket inside for when she needed to use it. She smiled as she pulled the really nice swing that she had bought her from the closet in her office. She placed it in the living room next to the piano. Her final bit of baby gear she added was a pink walker with a bar of toys across it that she placed in the corner of the living room. ‘I don’t know how much she’ll use that…’ she was honest with herself, ‘but it’s so cute when a baby uses one!’

Baby gates came out next, and she took care to set one across the hallway to Holly’s old bedroom, the kitchen cooking areas, and across the other side of the living room to her nursery and bedroom. ‘If I let her run around in here, she’s not going to be able to get into much,’ she mused after her quick but thorough babyproofing. She’d already put socket covers, and cabinet latches in before Holly had arrived. Then, remembering some door handle child locks she had bought, she installed them on all doors.

The doorbell rang, and she discovered the delivery was already there. She took the two bags and unloaded them onto the counter. Looking at the time, she started putting Holly’s meal options together. A bottle of formula went into the warmer, and she prepared a pouch of the chicken and rice puree. It looked and smelled nasty to her, and the formula had a weird fishy smell. She also placed a plate of real food together and decided it was time to wake Holly up and get her decision.

The baby monitor in the nursery gave away that her new baby girl was already waking up, though, and didn’t sound happy.
 

I COULDN’T BELIEVE it as I rolled over, waking up. Something smelled terrible in my crib! It took me several moments to realize it wasn’t something… it was me! I had pooped in my sleep again! I started crying as Ivy came and gathered me.

“What’s wrong?” she started to ask but then made a face as she picked me up. “Never mind, sweetie, let’s get you cleaned up and all beautiful again before eating din-din.”

I grimaced at the gooey mess on my rear as she sat me down on the changing table. I was again strapped in and just sat still, hoping she would change me quickly. “Oh, this isn’t too bad,” she told me. “You’re poopy, but this is just a little poopy!”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better about shitting myself,” I told her.

She glared at me and took a light swipe at my thigh, “You will not be swearing anymore, sweetie. I don’t believe in taking your tongue from you, but there are other punishments we can do. The next one will be soap in your mouth!”

“Sorry,” I cried out. The swat hadn’t hurt much physically, but it reminded me that I was truly at her mercy. She could spank my bottom red, and no one would say a thing about it from what I had seen.

“Don’t do it again. I’m sorry that you’re poopy, but it’s just something we’ll have to get used to.”

“We’ll?” I asked angrily, “Since when do I see you wearing your own poop-filled diaper?”

She sighed, “I don’t, but I’m the one wiping your icky butt.”

“It didn’t have to be like this,” I cried.

“Shh…” she said and finished wiping me up and taped a new diaper on. Dressed, she carried me to the kitchen. On the way through the living room, I could see many changes had been made while I slept. Tall baby gates were set up to block my way into anywhere she didn’t want me. A playpen, a swing, and a walker in the living room made it look like there was a very young baby now being cared for here. I felt my stomach knot as I realized that young baby was me, ‘She obviously has carefully planned this,’ I noted angrily.

Setting me down in the high chair, she buckled me in and, for the first time, really tightened the straps of the harness down to restrict my movement away from the back of the chair. I could see two food dishes on the table. One had a delicious slab of roast beef and mashed potatoes plated up. The other was a bowl of mush next to a baby bottle of milk that looked off color-wise.

“So, which is it?”

I looked at her defiantly, “Seriously? What’s so important about shattering the rest of me?”

“If you agree to nurse, I’ll let you eat roast beef and potatoes with me. If you don’t, it’s the pureed chicken and this bottle of formula.”

I glared at her… I was so mad at her, and apparently, choosing the punishment version would make her angrier. It didn’t leave me much choice, “I’m not drinking any more breast milk! Especially not from your breast!”

She sighed and brought a bib over and tied it around my neck. Then, she snapped the tray on and set the bowl of mush and the bottle in front of me. As she stirred the concoction, my stomach did some flip-flops, ‘That looks awful!’ I thought to myself.

“Open up for the choo-choo!” she told me a second later and brought a spoon up to my lips.

I started to say, “ne…!” It was a mistake as the spoon went in, and I winced at how awful the texture and flavor were. Another one followed, then another. I reached for the baby bottle and hoped that maybe it would taste better and wash it down. I tentatively put the large teat into my mouth and sucked on it, being rewarded with liquid entering my mouth. My stomach wretched, though, as it seemed like some weird, awful flavor. An odd smell lingered in my nose after I swallowed the little bit in my mouth. I forced myself to suck a second time and set it back down, deciding I didn’t like the aftertaste it left in my mouth. There was a bit of grit to the formula too... It was awful!!! Before I could think to ask for mercy, another spoon came to my mouth, followed by another and another.

I began to cry, “Okay… okay!”

“Okay, what?” She asked, pausing with a spoonful of the disgusting mush by my lips. I could smell it and felt nauseous.

“I’ll…”

“You’ll what?”

“I’ll nurse… just please don’t feed me any more of that…?”

“Two more bites,” she told me, “I want you to remember this.”

I groaned but nodded. The two spoonfuls were awful, and the taste that lingered in my mouth lacked any salt or good flavor. It seemed like I had been almost eating some sort of weird vomit, and my stomach was not happy about it.

I sat there and watched as she just sat down at the table and began eating from the plate of real food instead of taking the bowl and bottle away. Then, when there was just a little bit left on her plate, she returned to me, “If you’re good, and nurse, I’ll let you have the rest of that plate.”

I nodded, not trusting my mouth anymore since it only got me in deeper through most of the afternoon.

She put the bowl of nasty baby food and the still full bottle on the table before taking the tray and setting it next to them. I was unbuckled from the harness, and she carried me to the nursery and sat down with me in the rocking chair. Her top was stretchy, and she pulled it down below her breast to expose a nursing bra.

I watched as her hands pulled at a catch of a flap that pulled down, exposing her nipple to me. I stared at the giant orb of flesh whiter than the rest of her skin. In the middle, a darker areola sat that our size differences made seem more enormous than any I had seen while practicing medicine. The nipple in the center pointed out a remarkable distance and was already dripping a drop of milk. I looked up at her for a moment, and she said, “Please at least try it?”

“Why are you so insistent?” I stalled.

She sighed, “I’ve been pumping six times a day to relieve my breasts… and I want the time to bond with you.”

I looked at her, “If I don’t like it?”

She groaned, “If you really don’t like it, we’ll talk, but at least give it a try tonight? I know you’ve liked the milk I’ve expressed.”

I didn’t say anything; instead, looking back at the drippy nipple and opening my mouth, I leaned forward, and she supported me as I put my mouth around it and began to suck on it. Milk began pouring from her breast faster than I would have expected as I nursed, forcing me to swallow more quickly than I would have expected.

I wanted to hate it. To instantly just puke it all up in disgust…

The taste of it was so good, though! Better than it had been in the cold, sippy cups. Her heartbeat seemed loud and comforting, too, as I nursed, making me feel safe and comfortable – hypnotic in a way. I couldn’t help myself as I kept sucking at her breast continuously until it just stopped producing anything. I felt drugged and mentally off as I became frustrated that sucking got nothing else out! Ivy used her finger to break my suction and set me upright. “Ngnngh,” I complained since I wanted more! She took me and placed me with my head against her shoulder and a burp cloth I hadn’t noticed. ‘Wait, she’s not going to…?’ I thought for a second as she began lightly patting my back. A moment later, she was rewarded as I belched as if I’d been drinking a large coke but grimaced as spit-up flew from my mouth. She just wiped my mouth with the cloth and pulled down the other side to let me have access to it.

I didn’t hesitate as I just wanted more… it was like a carnal instinct that I couldn’t quite understand. I just had to have it! I continued sucking while she rocked the rocker back and forth and soon began humming a lullaby. I closed my eyes and attempted to get every last drop of the sweet-tasting milk.
 

IVY COULDN’T TAKE her eyes off Holly as she sleepily suckled at her breast, which she figured was pretty much empty by this point. The second Holly had taken her nipple into her mouth, she had felt herself shudder in pleasure. ‘So much better than the damn pump!’

‘I think she’s asleep now,’ she thought to herself. Even though Holly continued to suckle, it had slowed down and felt different. Her hand had been kneading onto her breast as she nursed but now was still and open. ‘Let’s see what happens here,’ she thought as she used her finger to break the girl’s strong suction again and placed her again on her shoulder. A few light pats made her belch without seeming to wake up. Then, carefully moving her to a cradled position, she gently teased a pacifier into her mouth.

Holly seemed to nurse on the pacifier as eagerly as she had been suckling her breast, so she was sure she remained asleep. ‘Let’s get that wet diapee changed,’ she thought as she stood up and lay her baby down on the changing table. Undoing the snaps from the sunsuit, she pulled the whole outfit gently off of her. The milk had done its job and knocked her completely out. She quickly changed the wet diaper before dressing her in a footed sleeper without showing any sign of stirring.

Ivy didn’t want to waste the chance to put her to bed in her crib without her waking. She gently placed her inside before gingerly placing a blanket on her. “Good night,” she whispered and lightly kissed her forehead before turning the light off, leaving only the glow of a couple butterfly nightlights around the room going.

Closing the nursery door, she headed to the kitchen to pump some more. ‘Hopefully, I can pump afterward and have some additional milk past what she nurses…’ she thought.

Not much was generated as she pumped, but she knew it would train her body to increase production, so she kept at it for another fifteen minutes. It was less than a couple ounces that she had left, so she just placed it into the fridge before leaning up the dinner mess. She looked at the remnants of the baby food and felt terrible about feeding it to Holly, but the point had been made, and she would probably be a good girl now and nurse from her. She put the rest of her plate away if Holly woke up before she went to bed hungry still. ‘Of course, I’ll probably just nurse her more then!’
 
 

Chapter 28: Morning After
 

I FOUND MYSELF waking up sometime in the night based on the nightlights that glowed in the room. I stood up and looked through the bars along the walls where probably a couple hundred butterflies glowed with phosphorescence in various patterns. Hearts, stars, and my name were all outlined with the glowing butterflies… Three butterfly nightlights dimly lit the lower walls of the room to make it seem a little bit less… scary too. Well, at least if I wasn’t in a cage… I felt the rectangular slats in front of me blocking my escape and realized my hands were so small in comparison that I couldn’t even get my fingers around a slat to grip it fully. When I extended my hands up, they were still just short of grabbing onto the rail to attempt to pull myself out. I reminded myself it wouldn’t be worth it anyway.

I startled myself as I brushed my hand by my mouth and realized I was unconsciously nursing a pacifier. Panicking, I quickly pulled it out of my mouth to ensure it wasn’t a locking one like earlier! I was very relieved when it came out willingly. I held the slobbery pacifier in my hand, not wanting to lay something on the bed that would probably be put back into my mouth.

‘Why did I wake up?’ I wondered. I felt at my diaper and felt that it was squishy and wet. ‘I guess that’s it?’ I thought.

Right then, though, something else was making its presence known - I needed to poop! ‘No…’ I thought and tried to hold it in. I found myself sitting down on my butt, trying to keep it from coming out. I bounced up and down and did everything I could to avoid it, but it was an impossible battle to win. I found myself on my hands and knees moments later, unwillingly pushing poop into the diaper.

It felt really watery and sticky simultaneously, and I immediately began to smell it.

‘It’s nighttime, and she’s not in here for me to ask to be changed,’ I panicked. I was soon sobbing with despair at the thought of remaining in the diaper all night. “Mommy?” I cried out tentatively.

I found myself sobbing more as I sat there. ‘This is disgusting, and I’m going to end up with a rash… or a UTI or something!’

Suddenly the door opened, and Ivy came in, flipping the light on. My eyes complained at the sudden brightness, but I was so grateful to have a way out of the mess.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” she asked as she picked me up. Her nose wrinkled, and she said, “Never mind, Mommy knows what’s wrong. Let’s get that icky diapee changed,” she said soothingly.

She carried me gingerly, like a grenade about to go off… well, it already had. I needed her to clean it up! “Why don’t you put your paci back in your mouth?” she asked me and placed me down on the changing table.

I shook my head, “No… just get this off of me,” I cried, “It’s gross!”

“Aww, it’ll be okay,” she reassured me. Then, she got to work undoing the zipper on the sleeper she had put me in after I fell asleep. With the zipper undone to my foot, she pulled that foot out first, then the other side, and lifted me up to push it all back almost above my chest. She fumbled for a moment with the tapes and soon managed to expose the gore inside the diaper.

I watched her face and realized it must have been pretty disgusting because her nose wrinkled. ‘Of course, she hasn’t changed that many messy diapers yet!’ I thought to myself. ‘You’ve fully crapped your pants now twice today… so at this rate, she’s going to get plenty of practice!’

I tilted my head forward and watched as she used the front of the diaper to wipe as much of my bottom as she could. I watched as she wrapped it in on itself and tossed it into a disposal. Then, she began using a bunch of wipes on my backside, enough that I thought maybe she had used the whole pack! She finally felt like I was clean, but something made her stop before putting another diaper on me.

“Do you want a bath before you go back to bed?”

I looked up at her and nodded since I felt disgusting still. “Come on then, we’ll go to mommy’s bathroom,” she said while pulling the rest of the sleeper off over my head. She wrapped me in a blanket and carried me out of the nursery and through her room to the massive master bathroom. She sat me down next to the gigantic toilet, and I watched her turn on the faucets for an enormous tub inset in the ground. She added a bubble bath that began foaming immediately before setting some baby shampoo and soap next to the tub. I was surprised when she started to strip off her own clothes. A moment later, she was naked and in the process of unwrapping me from the blanket.

“Come on, Princess, let’s get a nice relaxing bath in so we can both go night-night,” she told me.

I looked at her body nervously and realized there was nothing she felt she needed to hide from a baby girl. If I had still been male, I was sure I would have been aroused, but now I just felt ashamed because I was so tiny compared to her. Her breasts and the hair on her crotch were just a few ways that I wasn’t just less ‘mature’ by size alone. She stood me up in the water as she got comfortable in the tub.

“Come on, let’s wash you clean,” she told me. A loofah appeared, and she began scrubbing every part of my body but primarily focused on my diaper area. My cheeks turned red, and I grumbled a bit, but a part of me appreciated the effort because I did feel cleaner than I had a few minutes before. She turned her attention next to my hair, dampening it with a flexible shower spray nozzle before massaging in the baby shampoo.

I closed my eyes as she massaged my head and washed my hair. For all that I was mad about her doing this all to me, I at least appreciated the friendly treatment right then. Next, she used the same sprayer to rinse the water out of my hair.

“Better?” She asked me.

I shrugged, “Cleaner at least.”

“Give me a minute; I want to scrub some too… and then maybe we can talk.”

I sighed, “What’s the point?” I muttered.

She looked hurt but just focused on using some gel on her own loofah that she rubbed her body down with while I walked to the other end of the tub. I could easily swim in the enormous whirlpool-style tub if I wasn’t standing. It was a good thing it wasn’t entirely filled because it would have extended the water to above my head, actually…

I turned and watched as she cleaned herself and obscured her body with the soap that foamed as she did so. Her breasts invoked a series of emotions for me, not least of which was my stomach growling. ‘Damnit,’ I yelled at myself, ‘you’re addicted to that stuff!’

I thought back to the research I had read and was sure that I was also likely nearly or completely incontinent by now, having been drinking it for over a week. As if to prove the point, I felt myself peeing in the tub right then and looked sheepishly to find Ivy watching me.

“It’s okay; it’s not like you can control it now,” she told me. “Look… can we talk?”

“What’s there to talk about? I read all about the research on your milk’s effects on us this morning. I know it’s why I’ve been wetting at night, now in the daytime, and now I’ve even lost control of my bowels too. You obviously have your baby now to keep locked in her crib, feed her whatever you want, and can get your mothering kicks at the price of my dignity and freedom!”

I looked at her and was surprised to see tears in her eyes, “I’m sorry…” she said. “This isn’t what I imagined at all...”

“What did you imagine? That the talented doctor you lured here with the promise of learning new techniques would be so happy to become a baby locked away in a crib pooping in his diaper? That I would be happy to have my gender changed? That I would happily just begin cooing affectionately for you every time I saw you bare your breasts?” I felt my face turn red as I realized I was probably pushing the line here. “What am I going to DO now? Sit in a playpen all day? Play with those toys you have spread about the room? Go to daycare while you get to perform the surgeries that I would have done myself back home?” I paused, “And all of that while I have to sh… poop my pants without having any control? It is soooo humiliating and disgusting!!!!”

She looked more ashamed then, and I almost felt bad.

“I’m sorry… I can’t undo the damage… I screwed up. I was trying to take things slowly and get you to actually like me as a mommy before you needed me to be one… and I guess I should have just ripped the Band-Aid off first,” she told me.

“What do you mean?” I asked hesitantly.

“Do you know what happens when most of the Littles come through with the company you did?”

I shook my head and felt my stomach drop, “No?”

“The new parents select everything about you - I told you about that. Most of those parents choose to remove their Little’s ability to walk, and remove their teeth so that it’s breastmilk only for food... or pureed baby food if they’re feeling nice.”

“You’ve basically done that to me!” I reminded her.

Tears leaked out of her eyes, “I’m sorry about the baby food and the formula earlier… I was so hurt when you rejected me; I wasn’t thinking straight.”

I could tell this wasn’t an act; she genuinely felt terrible. “Please promise me you won’t feed me that stuff again?” I told her.

She nodded, “As long as it can be avoided, I won’t feed you that.”

“What does that mean?”

“Certain daycares or restaurants might force the issue…” she told me nervously.

“You obviously plan on me going to the one at the hospital where you work; what does that one do?”

“At your size, breastmilk, formula, or baby food,” she told me.

“No way!!! Every day?!?” I screeched.

“No, not every day,” she told me, “Most days, I will come and get you and feed you something else at the cafeteria or the staff lounge.”

“When will that not be?”

“You’ve been a surgeon… you know there are times that we get locked up in a surgery and can’t get away… it’ll be mostly those times.” Then, she paused, “I can tell them just breast milk if you want… I know you at least like the taste.”

“But it loosens stools so much!” I complained, “You’ll have me pooping most of the day…?”

“They’ll change you,” she told me.

I glared at her, “Not the right answer.”

“Well… I don’t have another answer.”

I glared at her, “Isn’t there any way I could just stay with you?”

She shook her head, “Would you allow a baby into the O.R. with you?”

I looked at her and felt a tear streaking from my eye and down my cheek, shaking my head, “No.”

“Look, I’m sorry…” she said, and after thinking for a second, “I had a request today that I participate in a surgery on a five-year-old female patient next week. I’m supposed to have the Pre-Op appointment with them on Friday and have permission for you to come with me to that.”

“I’m supposed to be scenery, though, right?”

She sighed and grabbed me from the opposite side of the tub and planted me on my bottom on her crisscrossed legs facing her. “I guess yes, but it’s the best I can do? Unless you do want to go to the daycare already?”

I made a face, “Not until I have to.” Then, I paused, “Couldn’t you like hire a babysitter or a nanny instead?”

“I could… but do you really want to nurse on some teenagers’ breasts because you’re so cute she instantly starts lactating?”

“That really happens?!?”

“I did it with at least a couple dozen Littles I sat myself,” she told me. “I nursed pretty much all of them when I babysat all the way through undergrad.”

The mention of nursing brought my eyes to her nipples in front of me. Both were dripping tiny drops of milk, and I forced myself to look at her face. “The nanny option?”

“You do not want to be treated as an infant, right?”

I shook my head.

“Most nannies prefer to keep Littles locked in their playpens and cribs, feed them, change them, and repeat.”

“School?” I asked out of morbid curiosity.

“Preschool is about all you’d be allowed into since you’re adopted… Maybe some allowance could have been made if you were already admitted to Emerson when you arrived - that’s the local university - but coming pre-adopted would kill that chance. Besides, you already have a doctorate?”

“The preschool option… it might not be as bad?” I suggested.

“With you not being potty trained, it would be… not to mention the Big kids in Preschool are all at least a foot or two taller than you. Littles are picked on badly at all of them,” she told me.

“This sucks!” I told her. “So, what can I do?”

“Look… most Littles get by since they don’t know anything else. They get mentally regressed so that they’re happy being a baby. They don’t know any better…?”

“That almost would have been better,” I admitted. Adding, “almost” again to it.

“So… here’s what I propose. You can still read anything you want, use the tablet, or your computer, watch TV, do some sort of craft - whatever you want. It’ll be like a vacation where you don’t have to worry about doing anything.”

“Permanent one, though?”
 

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