Seems Too Good Chapters 39 and 40 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 39: 'Daycare'
 

I WOKE UP and yawned as I felt my body being picked up by Ivy. “What time is it?” I asked as she placed me on the changing table to begin what was starting to feel routine.

“It’s six in the morning,” she told me. “I have to get you ready and checked into daycare before checking in myself to scrub in.”

I nodded but winced when she used a cold wipe on my groin. “Brrr…” I complained

She laughed, “Okay, Princess, I’ll get you a wipe warmer later so you can stop complaining about the cold wipees.”

I smiled at that, “That would probably be really nice.”

She smiled back at me as she taped the diaper closed, “So what are we wearing today to daycare?”

I looked at her and realized she was being serious. Thinking back to my research from yesterday, I suggested, “Can I wear that dress with those bloomers?”

She looked at the cute yellow dress I was pointing at that came with matching yellow bloomers she had clipped to the hanger. “Sure, that will be cute!”

I nodded, ‘hopefully, it’ll work too…?’

After we got home Ivy and I had spent a couple hours just talking. That led me to understand I nearly got myself in deep trouble multiple times on Sunday! Yesterday I went into my playhouse with my tablet and researched everything I could find on how to fit in with regressed Littles. I had found a handy guide that seemed to imply that as an adopted Little, I should avoid going to daycare at all costs! Unfortunately, there was no avoiding it in this case! I guessed I was safer at the hospital than with Katie, at least… I figured at Katie’s daycare that Kelly would have been able to do whatever she wanted with me. I would have been calling her Aunty as she beat me up or something.

Having dealt with her Sunday, I was almost nervous enough to change my mind and tell Ivy to leave me with the crawlers instead of the toddlers. ‘Hopefully, they’re not as bad as Kelly…?’

I spent hours online trying to learn how to blend in with the other Littles and babies. The last thing I wanted to do was get tortured day after day by some big toddler with a chip on their shoulder! I read about hundreds of horror stories yesterday – and I nearly cried as too many of them could have been about Julie and Desmond – or Janice. I researched her situation for a while too. It seemed that it would be perfectly legal for them to continue to act like they were, or Jonah could easily file a simple form and change the marriage to an adoption. Divorce wouldn’t even be an option for her because he’d already started to show evidence of her having ‘maturosis’ and needing him to be her guardian for her own good. Jonah would then be free to find a new wife if he wanted to, and she could become her new mommy. It seemed that happened sixty percent of the time once a Betweener started being treated like that by their spouse.

Occasionally the big and regressed tweener would have kids, and the big would let the mid grow up to care for the baby. Other times they were ‘re-raised’ alongside their own babies… It seemed truly messed up on so many levels to me. I’d been cursing my decision to come to this dimension almost non-stop yesterday with each sickening account I had read.

A spoonful of oatmeal in my face brought me back to the present. I opened my mouth and swallowed, repeating the step over and over. When I was done with the oatmeal, Ivy gave me a piece of bacon to munch on while eating her own breakfast.

“Done with that?” She asked me when I had made the bacon disappear.

I nodded, knowing what was next. Sure enough, I was removed from the high chair and placed at Ivy’s boob while she continued eating. I was still tired, so the effects of her milk were nearly instantaneous that morning.
 

IVY LOOKED DOWN at Holly and sighed. ‘I wish I could just go back to sleep like her!’ She coerced her to keep sucking long enough to finish her other breast before cleaning them both up. She placed Holly down for a moment in her swing while she did the few dishes. ‘Nothing worse than caked on oatmeal,’ she thought to herself as she washed out Holly’s bowl before it set.

She went to her room and donned the scrubs she wore on surgery days. ‘It feels nice to be back in them after the last few weeks,’ she thought. ‘I wonder if I can find some in Holly’s size?’ she thought. ‘Normally, we just keep patients her size in onesies or gowns.’

She shrugged and gathered up the extra pump she was taking to her office in case she wasn’t able to pick up Holly and have her nurse. She filled Holly’s diaper bag with three thawed bottles of breast milk and a few frozen bags to leave for her just in case they were needed. ‘We already agreed it would be better if she just had my milk to eat there… I’d better remind her of that before we leave. Hopefully, I’m done by one or so with everything.’

Holly had been right on the money with her diagnosis, which meant this surgery was really unusual for the hospital. They did a lot of replacement heart valves, which was a simple surgery with the nanites to bypass the heart to an external machine. They then reconstructed the valve tissue before reattaching the heart to the patient’s circulatory system. However, this particular syndrome was a one in ten-million cases in their world. She’d have to ask Holly how common it was back in her dimension that she quickly picked up on it. ‘Of course, it may be rare there too… She’s so damn smart!’

Ivy triple-checked that there were about three days of diapers in the bag, two spare sets of clothes, several pacifiers, wipees, bottles, and a bib… ‘That should be way more than she needs…?’

Nervously she shouldered her briefcase and the diaper bag before gathering her sleeping bundle of joy. A quick sniff said she needed changed, but a look at the time meant she had to get moving. ‘I’ll change her in the car before we go in.’

Buckling her into her car seat, she was happy the little girl stayed sleeping. ‘Less time for her to be stressed!’
 

I WOKE UP with my legs lifted in the air and was startled to see I wasn’t at home. “Where are we?” I asked Ivy.

“In the parking lot of the hospital.”

“The parking lot?!?” I blushed.

“Sweetie, you needed changed. I figured you would prefer if I changed you one last time before taking you in?”

I winced but nodded. Blushing as a doctor walked by and said ‘Good morning, Ivy!’ to her while her hand pulled away a brown wipe from my bottom.

She was quick and efficient in changing my apparently poopy diaper. ‘I hate having no control anymore!’ I grumbled to myself.

When she was done, she balled up the diaper and put it in a plastic bag to the side. I was redressed, and she handed me the bag, “Here, help Mommy, hold this,” she said.

I made a face, “eew!”

“It’s your own mess.”

“Your boobs are the reason for the mess!” I told her.

She actually had the nerve to giggle, “I guess you’re right there.”

I stuck my tongue out at her!

As she carried me inside, we passed by a trash can where I threw the diaper in like a championship basketball player. “Nice shot,” she told me with a squeeze. Then, as she walked, she whispered, “Now remember I’m leaving instructions that you’re only to drink my expressed milk for snacks or lunch.” I made a face at that, and she responded, “Unless you want to risk mind-altering food?”

I shook my head, “No, your milk should be enough. When are you starting the procedure, and how long does it take you all?”

“She’s supposed to be under anesthesia and in the OR by nine. It’s not a real common procedure here… I’m guessing two hours.”

“Are you the lead?”

“Yes, but I’ll hand off the post-care after making sure she wakes up. I’m guessing it’ll be a few hours after lunch before I get back here. I might be able to sneak back for lunch if we’re just waiting for her to wake up.”

I nodded, “Good luck; she seemed like a sweet girl. I always strived to stay objective with my patients... at least most of the time. Kids like her were the ones that always tore at my heart the most.”

I received a squeeze in reward for that, “Me too.”

We arrived at the front of the brightly colored daycare check-in a moment later, and the girl at the front said, “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m Doctor Nickerson, and this is Holly. I came by and filled out the paperwork last week to enroll her?”

We watched as the receptionist interacted with a touch screen, and soon another lit up on the counter next to us, “If you’ll just sign her in on this screen, please?” She asked Ivy. “You said you want her in the toddler room, correct?”

“Yes, unless she needs to be placed into the crawler room because of problems with other kids.”

‘Other kids?’ I grumbled to myself.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine. I know mothers are worried about their Littles getting bullied, but we’re really good about keeping that from happening.”

“I hope you’re right,” Ivy said to her, still hanging onto me.

“If you’ll just pass her over to me, I’ll get her where she’s supposed to go,” the girl told her.

She squeezed me tight and kissed my forehead, “Be a good girl Holly,” she told me.

I rolled my eyes, “Yes, Mommy,” I told her.

A second later, a part of me wanted to cling to her and not be given to the woman. I could see a part of her wanted to not hand me over either. ‘Apparently, being together and mostly alone with someone for a while messes with your head…?’ I thought to myself. ‘Of course, nursing from her probably has too!’

I let myself be carried from the room and was soon deposited in the toddler room I had been in the week before. It was a huge room, probably as big as many daycares were on their own back home… A room with cribs opened up off to the side for naps, while the main room featured several changing tables lined up along one wall. Another door revealed a bathroom with short toilets for any genuine toddlers who might be toilet training to prepare for the preschool class. From what I’d read, though, many preschoolers probably still used their diapers, so that wasn’t the prerequisite to advance here. From what I could tell, that was simply the age of two, or in my case, just having the height of a baby…

I sighed as I walked around. Several Littles sat watching a TV on the other side of the room. From the warnings, Ivy had given me and the ones I’d seen online yesterday, I steered clear of that end of the room. ‘I already did some damage that day that I watched that building show!’ I shuddered a bit, not knowing what I had exposed myself to. I knew that my accidents, thumb sucking, and pacifier urges had begun taking hold not long after that.

A wall of bookshelves ran along the outer area of the TV area, with numerous baby books and picture books placed neatly away. One Little had a book out, but they were chewing on the corner instead of reading it.

Another sigh… I knew if I wanted to have a smooth time here, I needed to pretend like I was actually the fifteen-month-old toddler I appeared to be. Last time they didn’t realize I was a Little because of my acting. I didn’t know if I could do that all of the time, though! ‘Plus, they probably actually have my information now,’ I grumbled. ‘If nothing else, it sounds like ‘regressed’ Littles get treated better…?’ I stuck my thumb in my mouth to try and help with that image while I kept exploring.

I found a few actual toddlers playing with some simple block toys in one corner, and a mixture of real toddlers and Littles looked to be playing house. The real toddlers had the Littles on the ground, lifting their legs in the air, pretending to change their diapers. It was unbelievable that a ‘toddler’ could still be twenty or more inches taller than me! I quickly decided that was another corner to avoid after my experience with Kelly this weekend. The final corner of possibilities featured a couple of Littles coloring on their stomachs. Somehow this seemed safer than the other options, so I walked over there.

“Cowor?” I tried to speak babyishly.

“Knock yourself out, kid,” the boy said.

I looked at him curiously. He wore a fairly plain diaper and a blue shirt with characters. The diaper was already drooping from what I hoped was only pee, while the shirt had splatters of goo from missed spoons of what I assumed was baby food.

Knowing that most toddlers just do their own thing, I took the offered crayons and coloring book and began coloring. Of course, I made sure that my masterpiece was as terrible as it should be expected, grabbing onto the crayon wrong as I did so.

“When are we making the move?” one of the girls asked him.

“You can’t talk about this with a new person here…” the boy hissed.
 
 

Chapter 40: Miserable
 

“LOOK AT HER; even if she’s not a real baby, her brain is as mushy as your diaper.” The girl spat her response.

The boy sighed, “They’ve had some complications. So it’ll be a few weeks still.”

“Few weeks?” the girl whined, “I’m so sick of pissing and shitting myself!”

“And you don’t think I am?” He asked. I heard a loud wet fart, “If we move too soon, that’ll be permanent, and your brain will be like hers,” he said, motioning toward me.

“Watch out; she’s coming,” the other girl said.

“Are you all playing nicely with our new baby girl?”

“Yes, Nanny,” the girl said. “She’s not very good at coloring, though.”

“Well, babies take a while to learn, don’t they?”

She nodded, and I kept coloring. I had wet my diaper, and I felt the woman pull down on the bloomers to expose my diaper. “Looks like you can wait a bit longer for a change, honey, but let’s pull these bloomers off so that Nanny can see your diapee easier,” she told me. I was flipped on my back, and she pulled them off. I was not happy about it, but I pretended I didn’t care all that much. She tickled me for a moment, “What a good little baby girl!”

I giggled.

“Now you, on the other hand, Seth, it’s time for your change. You stinky!”

“Stinky!” He giggled back at her.

I started at that and looked up as she carried him away for a second before concentrating on my ‘masterpiece’ some more.

“I don’t know how he does that so well?” one of the girls said to the other.

“Sabrina, it’s because he took his training seriously. I’m still shocked that you haven’t ended up getting mindfucked for your behavior,” she hissed at her.

I pretended not to understand the conversation, but I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on with them. Something seemed very off with the three of them.

I watched the room around me as I colored and tried to get a feel for everything else going on. After a little while, I heard a commotion over where the toddlers had been playing house with the Littles. One of the toddlers was wailing, and I could see a short muscle-bound man standing there with nothing but his diaper on. I guessed his age at about twenty-three as he squared off to the crying toddler, “I told you not to hit me!”

A daycare worker swiftly picked up the real crying baby while another easily picked up the man and put him over her knee. I watched as the diaper was ripped off his butt, and he shouted, “What the Hell? He was punching me! I didn’t do anything but push the brat away!” Just as the giant hand began forcibly spanking the man.

I could hear the slaps loudly from where I was, and the red palm prints on the man’s naked butt were visible even from the other side of the room. Ten fell before the man began to cry aloud for them to stop. Another ten fell, and he was sobbing uncontrollably... but they didn’t stop. I watched morbidly and counted until the number was past one hundred and twenty. The large woman finally stopped the beating, and from my vantage point, the poor man’s butt was bruising blue and purple colors already.

I would have immediately reported any abuse like that to child protective services in my dimension. ‘And this is a fucking hospital daycare?!?’ I thought to myself. ‘Mandatory reporters would do this?!?’

He was blubbering incoherently as she carried him to the changing table. I watched her secure his wrists above him, the regular chest belt went across, and he was quickly rediapered into a diaper so thick it could have been a pillow. “I guess you’re just not cut out to be a toddler? We’ll keep you in this newborn diaper today and talk with your mommy about the further treatments you’ll need before we let you back in this daycare. I don’t think we’ll want you back even as a crawler now. So, if you come back, you’ll be toothless, drooling, and having a great time on your tummy when we put you on it for tummy time! That’s definitely what’s best for our wittle baby boy if your Mommy decides to bring you back.”

The man didn’t respond in words, but wails formed in his mouth again, making my blood curdle. Eventually, a pacifier was shoved inside and inflated. Finally, he was hauled away to another room, and his muffled cries faded.

I was glad I had followed my gut and went to color… I forced myself to turn back to the page I scribbled on and returned to it. ‘What the fucking hell?!?’
 

IVY WAS GLAD when she could clean up from the surgery a few hours later. She looked at her watch and saw she was a little early and could probably collect Holly for lunch but wouldn’t be able to waste much time if she did. She debated what to do when Macey came out of a nearby room.

“Just get done?” she asked her.

“Yes, the little girl should be fine,” Ivy told her. “I just need to go out and update her parents, and then I figure I’ll get a bite to eat before she wakes up.”

“Mind company?”

“Sure…” she thought, “I’d thought about getting Holly to bring her to lunch.”

“First day for both of you, right?”

“Yes…” she said nervously.

“Then let me give you a piece of mommy-to-mommy advice. Let Holly eat her lunch down there today. They’ll be able to put her down for her nap, and then you can pick up a happy little girl who is excited to see you save her from daycare. If you go down now, you’ll both just have to deal with the separation issues you just dealt with this morning when you leave her again.”

‘That makes a lot of sense…?’ Ivy thought to herself. She sighed, “You’re probably right.”

“Of course I am! That’s why I’m your best friend!”

They talked for a few more moments before Ivy went to the waiting room and found the little girl’s parents.

“How is she?” they asked immediately.

“Jade is doing great,” she filled them in before heading back and finding a spare set of scrubs. Lunch with Macey would probably do her some good.
 

I HAD GROWN bored with faking interest in coloring about the time that the daycare workers decided it was time for an organized activity. One of them took my ‘snack’ bottle I’d nursed empty from next to me, while the other led me to a large colored carpet in another section of the room. They gathered us all into a circle and began singing songs and telling us some stories. Next, we were forced to play a game of duck-duck-goose, and despite my annoyance, I actually had fun running around. Midway through the game, the woman who had abused the poor man collected me in her arms, saying, “My, you have a wet diapee, baby! Better get you all dry, huh?”

I tried to not shake with fear at the idea of this abusive stranger changing me. She put me down on one of the changing tables and strapped me across the chest with the attached belt. I noted the other straps that I had seen her use on the fighting little and others that morning. Each of them had seemed to antagonize her and fought with her, though. To my relief, since I lay still, she just used the regular chest strap and pushed up the skirt of my dress. She blew a raspberry on my belly and tickled me for a moment to make me giggle. ‘Another person trying to avoid changing my diaper again too soon,’ I thought cynically, ‘I really am tired of them all using that against me!’ I could feel the diaper grow wetter as she tickled me, so I knew it worked.

Obviously, a pro, she made short work of the diaper change. It felt gentle, just like with Ivy for the most part, except her gloved hands felt foreign as she touched me. She wiped me and had me back, playing with everyone else very quickly. When I was back in the game, she grabbed another of my classmates. When everyone was getting tired of playing the game, another woman came in and started calling names out.

Most of the room’s occupants except myself and another girl were soon lined up and grabbed onto a rope with large colored plastic rings. I watched as they left us there, wondering what was going on and why I was left. “Okay, you two, let’s get you your extra special lunches and tucked into your cribs for your naps!

She was so happy and smiling as she said that. She seemed to consider us both for a second before going to a counter and bringing back two bottles labeled with my ‘Holly’ and ‘Kylie’ on them. She put them down on a table next to a rocking chair before saying, “Come here, girls, so we can get you fed.”

I watched Kylie toddle over to her and slowly followed behind her. She picked Kylie up and sat her on her lap with her head cuddled into her right armpit. “Come on, baby girl, you can come up here too,” she told me.

I didn’t want to get in trouble, so I walked over and, with her help, climbed onto her lap. She pushed the nipple of my bottle into my lips, and I began nursing from it. ‘I guess Ivy couldn’t make it.’ I was annoyed but also knew that it was unreasonable to assume she would have definitely been able to come to get me. The bottle tasted like Ivy’s milk, but it wasn’t quite the right temperature… and the nipple didn’t feel right in my mouth. Still, I continued nursing since I knew it was the only lunch I would get. Midway through the bottle, I felt sleepy and decided it wasn’t worth fighting it.
 

IVY AND MACEY had a great conversation over a quick lunch before she headed back to the recovery unit. She checked over her patient’s vitals for a few minutes before she began to stir. Once she was sure that the little girl was awake and reunited with her parents, she signed out of the hospital and gathered her things up to head downstairs to the daycare.

“Hi, I’m here to pick up Holly Nickerson?”

“Hi, Doctor Nickerson, can you just put your ID here really quick to scan it, and I’ll take you back there? The system shows she’s still in her crib having her afternoon nap. She was put down about an hour ago after her bottle… You can wake her up yourself, and I’m sure she’ll be so excited to see her mommy!”

Ivy smiled at her and let her ID be scanned before being led back. Holly was indeed sleeping in a crib, sucking on her pacifier. The ballooned shape of the diaper told her she needed to be changed. She leaned over, picked her up gently, and asked, “Where’s her bag? I should change her before we leave.”

“Her cubbies right over here,” a woman said. Ivy was able to gently change Holly’s diaper without her stirring a bit.

“How was she today?”

“She was a little sweetheart! If I didn’t know she was a Little, I wouldn’t have thought she was. She was a good little artist who colored most of the morning before playing some games.”

“What do the others play with?”

“Well, there’s dolls, a play kitchen, and of course, a TV to watch their favorite programs.”

“Regression shows?”

“Well… we do have parents that like them to watch a few?”

“Please make sure she doesn’t watch those?”

“Somehow, I think she already thought that, but we’ll make a note on that.”

Ivy looked around and thought that her brilliant little girl being here day in and day out, would probably get more bored than she would like to admit. “Is there any way she could use her tablet here?”

“We really discourage parents from leaving their Littles attached to games on their tablets. They don’t interact with anyone else that way… Hurts their regression, too,” she told her.

“She doesn’t play games, mostly reads?”

“You still want her to be able to read?” The lady asked in shock. “Most of our parents have intentionally removed that ability. The way she acts, I assumed she had been fully regressed?”

“I’m not most parents, and she’s not most Littles,” she told her. “Is it possible?”

“I’d need to talk to my boss. But, realistically, I think we’ll have to say no. It would probably cause some fights and drama with the other Littles in the room. There are plenty of picture books in our library she can look at, though?”

Ivy sighed and wondered what she needed to do there. “If you can at least ask for me? We won’t be back for a few weeks since I’ll finish my maternity leave.”

“If you’re on maternity leave, why’d you come in today?”

“VIP patient that I was coerced into overseeing her surgery. I have a couple of extra weeks of leave tacked onto my leave in exchange.”

“That’s good,” she said as she walked with Ivy out of the toddler’s room. She looked inside the infant’s room as she passed and saw a man bound with mittens, a locking pacifier, and physically tied down in a crib. He looked positively miserable!

A part of her suddenly felt even guiltier about leaving her little Holly with these people. ‘I know I said they couldn’t do those things to her… but what could happen?’

She silently carried Holly to the front but squeezed her just a bit tighter as she walked out of the main door to the daycare. ‘We’ll just have to limit her time there as much as we can…’ she thought unrealistically. She needed to work, and it was apparent from the previous incident that Holly wasn’t welcome elsewhere in the hospital. She gently strapped the girl into her car seat and was about to close the door when she stirred.
 
 

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