Seems Too Good 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.
 
 

I previously published ‘Diamond Tours’ and ‘Undercover Tour’ here on BC before this under the title page ‘Tour Guides.’ It’s not required to read them to understand, but events from Undercover Tour is referenced early in the book. Unlike those two works, this does feature transgender themes that will most likely appeal to more people than those.

This work is at it's heart a work of Adult Baby Diaper Lover (ABDL) Fiction. If diapers, bottles, and babying of adults are not your cup of tea, I would advise you to move on to another work since they will be a primary storytelling device. However, if those don’t offend you, I hope you will enjoy this tale!

Before I push on to this first tale, I need to credit the concept of the DiaperDimension to ‘Princess Pottypants’ and her original work ‘Alisa’s Adventures in the Diaper Dimension.’ Her initial work set off what has become a whole universe of stories. (That work is also available on Amazon!) I appreciate her generous permission to publish this work based partially on the concepts she has created!
 
 

Chapter 1: Trauma
 

I WALKED OUTSIDE as the automatic doors of the hospital swished open. Pausing for a moment to zip up my jacket tighter against the cold of winter, I walked to the parking garage spot where I had left my car. I was going home from one of my longest shifts in a while; two surgeries that had been planned and then an epic long fourteen-hour emergency surgery to attempt to save a little girl’s life. She had been in a car crash and was just arriving via halo flight as I was supposed to leave and got the call to report to trauma. Five of the best surgeons in the hospital had worked on the girl; we’d restarted her heart nine times before it just wouldn’t pump anymore. Even as detached as I’d long learned to be as a surgeon, I felt my own eyes filled with tears as I walked out to inform the girl’s mother of our failure. She had barely been two years old, and it crushed me that we failed to save her! I learned as I left that her father hadn’t even lived to leave the scene of the accident.

I hated moments like that and did my best to not have them at all. I felt that I was a damned good surgeon who avoided losing many patients by being at the top of my game! The hospital had one of the best teams of surgeons in the region - so at least it meant we lost fewer than most.

Today though, no teamwork or skill was good enough to stave off the grim reaper from taking that little girl.

I sighed and looked at my salt-covered car in the lot. Even though I could afford better, I still drove a small seven-year-old SUV that I bought not long after my residency. I had been excited to buy it and finally begin to pay off my massive student loans with my first real paychecks! Eight years of undergrad and med school, an additional two years of schooling for my specialty, and three years of residency meant I didn’t have much money for a long time. Even with my paychecks doing well seven years later, I knew it would be a long time before my student loans were paid off. Everyone assumed doctors made a ton, but malpractice insurance took up a sizeable amount of my earnings, along with that student loan debt and the standard deductions on paychecks… well it didn’t leave me living the lifestyle of someone wealthy. I’d also been trying to be frugal to allow some options if and when I could settle down and have a family.

Closing the door to the cold, I adjusted the rearview mirror to look at a stubbly face. I couldn’t seem to shake the haunted look it wore most days. It had been over thirty hours since I had woken up, and I was looking forward to finally being able to head home to my apartment in a neighborhood not too far away from the hospital.

Pulling up to the complex, I was annoyed that all of the spaces closest to my apartment were taken. Searching around, I had to drive to the furthest side of the complex. There I found one lone parking space underneath a tree burdened with ice and a bit of snow. I shrugged my heavy coat back on, zipped it, and locked the door before trudging through the cold to my apartment. The car’s dashboard had said negative three, and that was something I could believe as the icy wind prickled at my face! Climbing the stairs to my second-floor apartment, I unlocked the door and felt a great sense of relief now that I was finally home!

Closing my front door and locking the deadbolt, I finally felt like I was able to lock away life from interfering with me. I hopped into the shower and nearly fell asleep before putting on some pajamas and passing out on my bed.
 

THE NEXT MORNING there was no alarm - as I hadn’t needed to set one. The clock on my cell phone showed nearly one in the afternoon, and I groaned at how sore I was. Thankfully I had three days off before going back to my scheduled surgeries - but I felt like crap. Emotionally and physically, I felt like the weight on me was enormous as I rolled out of bed and stood up. My back complained over a long time in my bed, and my head complained about a massive headache that told me that I hadn’t stayed hydrated the previous day. The headache meant my first step was to stagger into the kitchen and pour a glass of water. I guzzled it down, then another, followed the second one with some ibuprofen before I refilled it a third time.

I carried the glass of water to my desk and turned on my computer. A quick scan of news sites said that things in the world were still insane, world leaders were still making despotic decisions, and other leaders standing were still behind them or against them. I shook my head in disbelief at it all! My friend Jill had gone into politics and worked for one of the major campaigns this election cycle. I told her multiple times over the years that I thought that she was nuts!

Seeing nothing immediately Earth-shattering there, I checked my emails but pointedly ignored my work account. Usually, my personal email was filled with spam, but occasionally I would get a couple of occasional messages from friends. Today was just the spam, though, and I quickly closed that and moved on to social media. The pictures of my friends’ babies, kids, and even a few teenage children brought smiles to my face that usually turned into a distinct frown. Unfortunately, there was no likely near-term future for me to have my own family. I hadn’t even been on a date since I started my residency, and by now, most of the nurses and doctors I worked with were already married - they were the ones posting the cute pictures. I looked at the clock with another sigh and decided I couldn’t sit at home all day.

After a shower and a shave, I felt a little better as I braved the cold and left to hit the local Walmart for the groceries I needed. I’d learned that things like toilet paper were essentials you never wanted to be without! Picking up some frozen dinners, I filled the cart with meals fit for the bachelor I was before heading to the checkouts. I looked at the magazine rack as I waited behind someone with a packed cart in a long line. Reading one of the magazines on the stand that was known for being overly sensational, I saw, ‘Human Trafficking? The REAL truth behind the Dimensional Portals, Pg 5.’ Normally someone to avoid things such as this, I was moderately curious enough to pick it up and thumb through it while waiting in line.
 

Seven years ago, our universe changed as we learned that other dimensions existed and that we could travel and visit these new worlds! Tales of technology that far exceeded our own, better lives, and practically hearing the streets were paved with gold meant scores of people lined up for the various tour groups that began offering their services. Or those who just went on their own to explore the dimension. While some visitors have come back with fantastical stories of huge people and amazing technology on the other side, many others haven’t ever been heard from again…
 

“Sir, are you going to buy that?” The lady at the checkout asked.

I blushed, “Sorry,” and added it to my pile of items as she scanned it all. Totaling it out made me grimace and hope that my account was good for that amount. I hadn’t checked before I left, but I used my debit card anyway and pushed my full cart out to the car, thinking I must have lucked out when it went through.

Driving home, I got stuck behind an accident and was at a standstill beside an electronic billboard, ‘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!

I thought back to the magazine article and noted that this was one of those offers for a trip to the other dimension. ‘I can’t lie and say that doesn’t sound enticing…?’

I thought about how little I really had to lose with such an offer as I sat in traffic. My parents had both tragically passed away in the last four years. My mom died painfully from a rare form of cancer, and my dad was in a car accident shortly afterward. With no siblings and only aunts and uncles that lived far away, I was about as alone as a person could be. Sure, I had some good relationships with friends at work, but it wasn’t the same and I still desperately missed calling my mom during the week.

When I finally made it home, I put all of the frozen and cold food away before going back to the magazine.
 

Government sources and representatives from the other dimension have been telling us for years it’s just because those people have found new lives that they’re happier living. “They don’t want to come back home because their new lives are so much better!” One government official recently stated on CNN.

That made us wonder - was that actually true?

In order to determine the truthfulness of this statement, we sent ten of our staff members, along with five private detectives we’d never before had contact with before, through the portal on tours or on their own without any guides. Out of those fifteen... only one returned. This person was one of the private detectives we had hired out for. As a former Navy Seal, he had many extra advantages in his elite training over the years that he claimed were the only way he escaped.

Yes, escaped…
 

I was just about to continue reading when there was a knock on the door. I walked over to find one of the apartment managers standing outside. I sighed and opened the door, “Can I help you?” I asked the lady while groaning about the cold coming into the room.

She gave me a grim smile, “Well, I guess it’s more I will need your help, Doctor Benning… We had an inspector from our insurance company come by today, along with a city inspector, and I’m afraid your building has failed a structural inspection. So, because of the safety concerns, it is being condemned for habitation.”

“What?!?” I asked incredulously.
 
 

Chapter 2: Homeless
 

“REMEMBER THAT STORM last month?” I nodded while thinking back to the rare freak winter storm that had winds exceeding a Category 2 Hurricane, “We noticed that there was a lot of soil that left the area around the edge of the building. On one side of the first floor, we found some significant cracking. We’ve been watching it and noticed some large cracks on the other side of this building too… The inspector decided it was not safe for anyone to habit this building. We think between the wind and the freezing and thawing of the soil, there’s been a lot of shifting of the foundation, and it may collapse.”

“Umm… What am I going to do?”

She sighed, “We’re returning this months’ rent and your deposit, we’ll pay for movers to move your stuff, and we’re paying for a week of a hotel right now, but we need you out of this building in the next six hours.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me?!?!” I snarled. “I just got done with a thirty-hour shift at work, an epic long surgery, and now you’re telling me I have to move out now?!?”

“We’ll compensate you as we’ve said…?”

“Compensate me? Where do you think I will find an apartment on a week’s notice?” I seethed, “I’ll have my attorney call you. It’s going to be more compensation than you expect!”

I slammed the door and looked around my apartment, and felt tears prickle at my eyes. The way it sounded, the whole building could go at any time, and I knew I didn’t have much choice but to move immediately. I had a law firm on retainer as part of my job that I immediately called up. The law office focused on medical malpractice suits, but they were just a part of a larger practice that included real estate and personal injury law. The manager was back at my doorstep within thirty minutes with a scowl on her face.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” She asked me.

“Someone who feels like they’ve been screwed over?” I told her bluntly. “What do you need now?”

“The complex owners will have the movers here to help you pack in ten minutes. Be ready; I’ve been told to give you this check.” She handed me a check with five-thousand dollars listed on it.

I grabbed my phone, called the law office, and told them about it. Then, per their instructions, I handed it back, “I want considerably more than that for endangering my life with shoddy construction and a sudden move disrupting my housing. Come back when the check says twenty thousand.”

She scoffed at me and walked away cursing, ‘jack-ass.’

They had a ten-member crew that frustrated me as they helped box everything up pell-mell in no particular order. I knew I would never be able to find anything until I unboxed everything and that many things would probably be broken by that time too. By six pm, all of my possessions except a couple suitcases of clothes, a laptop, and a few other odds and ends, were all in a climate-controlled storage unit across town. Finally, I found myself pulling up to a local hotel where I knew I would at least get a good breakfast each day.

“Good evening, sir,” the clerk said, “Do you have a reservation?”

“No… it’s a long story, but do you have any availability?”

“For how long?”

“At least a week?”

The lady typed at her computer and said, “I do have a room available,” and proceeded to give me the information on the rate. Emotionally I was spent as she ran my debit card. “I’m sorry, sir, but the card was declined?”

“Damnit,” I swore and dug out one of the credit cards I knew had nearly its limit maxed, “Try this one?” To my relief, it ran, but I knew my time would be short if I didn’t get a settlement from the apartment complex quickly.

Inside the room, I sat down in the desk chair and just put my head in my hands since I was so frustrated. I had worked ridiculously hard to reach the pinnacle of a dream, to become one of the top surgeons out there, but so far, all I had accomplished was to just be an excellent regional surgeon. My debt was sky high, and I was now officially homeless! I looked in my bag for something to distract me and found the magazine I read earlier in the pocket next to my laptop. Somehow, I’d thought to put it in my laptop case... I almost turned on my computer but instead decided to open the magazine up for the third time and try to finish reading the article. Finally, I sat back in the desk chair and found my place.
 

“Escaped,” were his words when he contacted us after his return. He had joined a tour group with a highly rated tour company for his trip and, in his words, literally had to fight for his life to get back home to the port. We know from the government’s arrest warrant and attached wanted information that there is an extradition request currently issued for him if he is apprehended in our dimension. As such, he is now in hiding, and we are hopeful he can avoid being arrested until the mess is cleared up by our attorneys. In the meantime, this is his harrowing tale.

‘I went through the portal with twenty other adults of various ages and was stunned by the process. It literally takes your breath away as you step through the amazing technology that is the portal! On the other side, I proceeded through customs with the rest of the group. Soon we were introduced to our enormous guide! Being a six-foot-seven combat veteran who is solidly built with strong muscles, not much intimidates me! But our guide easily towered over even me at over eleven feet tall! I felt like I was a kindergartner again or something compared to her! During the walk to the bus, I learned I’d shrunk to just barely an inch over six feet and had lost half a foot in height during the trip. That was still taller than most of my fellow travelers. I quickly learned that meant I could still sit in the regular bus seat - unlike most of my fellow tour group members.

Before we pulled away from the portal, nearly everyone else was placed into a mixture of children’s styled booster seats, toddler car seats, or even infant-style rear-facing seats. Well… most of the travelers were. I immediately witnessed one altercation of a man who refused to ride the bus in the infant-style seat they mandated he sit in. It foreshadowed later events as he was forcibly taken away by tall Amazons outside the bus before he could go back inside the portal to return home.

Right away, I noticed there were a lot of babies in the arms of the giant Amazon women as we toured the city sights. The problem was that upon a closer look, I realized that most of them weren’t actual children… they were full-grown adults! (The locals call them ‘Littles’) The first real sign of problems with our tour company happened when the barely eighteen-year-old daughter of one couple went missing at a mall we were shopping at. Her parents were frantic with worry as I wondered how she had gotten separated from our tour group, who was very emphatic that we stay with them at all times.

The next day, three more tour group members were gone without explanation after a visit to a local zoo. I decided to stay close to the distraught parents as we visited the police station to file a missing person’s report. This was the kind of problem I had been asked to keep an eye out for. However, the way the police department took their statement made me suspicious. Because of that, after we returned to the hotel that night, I decided I needed to go investigate the police department. As I left the hotel, I stalked calmly down the street, having been explained that I was considered a ‘Betweener’ or a ‘Mid,’ and somewhat less likely to be kidnapped than if I was less than six feet tall. I strongly suspected that was what had happened to their missing daughter.

The police station was a busy place even at night, but I was a SEAL first and foremost, so it didn’t take me too long to penetrate their building and its security. Once inside, I was able to sneak into an empty office to use one of their gigantic computer terminals. The keyboard was enormous, so I had to finger-peck to type on the colossal computer keyboard. I was grateful some careless person hadn’t locked their screen. It took me about four minutes to discover the unattended and abandoned ‘Little’ girl had been taken to an orphanage. Then after being reported missing, the police had closed the case without contacting her parents. A note said that they knew she had been part of a tour group, but they turned her over to the orphanage per department policy as she’d been separated. I did some more digging and discovered this was quite the little financial racket for the department. The girl had resulted in a ten-thousand-dollar ‘donation’ to the departments’ charity’ fund. I was about to log out when the doorknob jiggled, and I knew I was out of time. I did my best to exit the screens and dived behind another side desk in the office as a tall policewoman came in.

She looked to be a detective and seemed suspicious something was wrong. I was going to wait her out, but she spotted me in my hiding place and came after me.

I used all of my training to disable her and ran. I’m sorry to say that she probably won’t be working for the force anymore… But, at least she was alive when I left her! I avoided cameras as I left and returned to the hotel without being found or identified.

The next day we got my information to our embassy, and they helped facilitate a rescue through the ‘Bureau’ in charge of Littles there. After I watched a tearful reunion of the girl with her parents, they got into the vehicle we arrived in. I was told there wasn’t room for me, so I was told I would follow in a second SUV – or so they said. My vehicle followed them for a little bit and then turned in another direction. When I pointed it out, they held me down and restrained me. Apparently, my efforts had pissed off the wrong group, and so they took me to another of those so-called ‘Little Academies.’ There they do everything they can to ‘break’ Littles.

When they took me out of the car, I again attempted to escape but only received about one hundred and fifty abusive slaps to my rear in a spanking for my trouble by one of my abductors. Their staff then took over and placed me in a futuristic machine that removed all of my body hair, bathed me roughly, and then dressed me like a baby in a diaper and infantile clothing. Over the next couple of days, they only fed me disgusting pureed baby food concoctions, breastfed me, and locked me in a crib for ‘nap time’ and bed. While there, I saw it would only worsen as I looked at adults who were utterly mentally broken and in near vegetative states. Many of them couldn’t even flop off their back anymore… It was like they had their motor skills rewound back to their first months of life!

In case I doubted my absolute need to escape, it was demonstrated by one girl who slept in a crib next to mine. She was a fighter and tried everything she could to not submit to them on every little thing. On my third morning, she disappeared with that team for the same procedure they were supposed to do to me. She came back barely able to physically sit up, had all of her teeth removed from her mouth, and struggled to say the simple word ‘mama’ from what I could tell when they made a sick game of asking her to speak. I don’t know if the procedure is permanent, but it certainly would be considered criminal here in our dimension!

Just as they were talking about performing those procedures on me, I managed to take advantage of a lapse in security and eliminated the two night-workers - and escaped. Luckily, I found my passport and information that I knew I needed to go back home inside their offices!

After removing their chip for tracking escaped Littles, I met a contact who helped me get new clothing. Clothed appropriately, I managed to walk into the portal, purchased another departure, and thought I was home free. However, just before I was going to walk through the portal, there was a sudden alert about me reached the gate worker on their side. I disabled him and jumped through the portal there and managed to escape through a chaotic scene at our own side of the portal when word reached them.

Our detective shared the photographic evidence on these pages that he bravely managed to still get out with him. It verifies the tale and a few other ‘off the record’ accounts from visitors around that time that line up with his story. (Including the kidnapping and rescue of the girl) What is our government doing with this other dimension? What agreements are in place? Is this nothing but a way of participating in the next level of slavery?

Is our dimension just a place for these Amazons to steal surrogate babies?
 

I looked at the photos of adults in diapers, being breastfed, spanked, and even some futuristic-looking hands attacking the camera. ‘Could be photoshopped,’ I thought as I looked through them. Eventually, I fell asleep before reading the rest of the articles, wondering more about the new world and if it was really that bad...
 

Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment if you did so and press the Kudos button! I'll be posting a couple chapters a few times a week for this work. It is complete (52 chapters plus Epilogue) and published on Amazon if you wish to be impatient though! (Link at the top)

Seems Too Good 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 3: Recruiter
 

THE NEXT WEEK was hell! I had one day off to look for an apartment and managed to find one, but I had no way to pay enough for their deposit without the settlement agreement from my old apartment. My lawyers had finally resolved that, though, a couple days later while I was stuck at work. They said that I would soon have the payment in my hands, but the apartment I had found was rented by someone else - also from my old building - days before I got back there! Unfortunately, I had been stuck in seven surgeries per day, even if I had the money in hand. Not complex surgeries, but it was still a long day by the time I did the prep, did the surgery, sewed the small incisions back up, and moved on to the next… What had once been a fun and exciting challenge was just mundane and stressful.

A couple days later, I still hadn’t received the check. That evening the front hotel desk called to say that my credit card had been declined for that night. They were sorry, but I’d have to pack up and leave. I spent that night in an uncomfortable bed at the hospital that was available for us after long surgeries.

I showered at the hospital the next day before finally picking up the settlement check for fifteen thousand dollars. I did feel my stress go down a little as I deposited it into my bank account before going back to the hospital. After another long day of six surgeries and twelve consults, I was finally able to leave to get another hotel room! I fell fast asleep on the bed as soon as I walked in!

Several weeks later, I was still in the same hotel room and didn’t know where I would find an apartment or a house at this point. Unfortunately, there was a severe housing shortage in the city due to a booming job market. Since I was working so much, it was hard to find time to look for a new place. The hotel was kind enough to give me a weekly rate, but it was still significantly more expensive than my rent had been. Eventually, I knew I’d run out of the settlement, and even with some good checks from the hospital, it was definitely not a long-term solution!

On one of my more exhausted and down days, I clicked on a web ad that took me to the website I had seen on that electronic billboard weeks before. I’d seen it repeatedly in the last few weeks, driving back and forth, and was morbidly curious about what they offered.

The site had a survey they asked interested users to take that they claimed was ‘100% anonymous.’ Seeing nothing that could harm me at this point, I shrugged and began doing what seemed like one of the many psych profile tests I had dealt with in my psychology coursework in college. I humored it, though, and answered truthfully, including about my homeless status and my career. Finally, a moment after clicking submit after question one-hundred, a screen showed me, ‘You are a perfect candidate!’

A popup texting screen showed up with someone live texting, ‘Hi, I’m Patricia, and I’m a real live person with the agency. Would you like to make an appointment to discuss the exciting possibility of relocating to the new dimension?’

I started to type ‘yes…’ but held back. Instead, I asked, ‘I’ve heard it’s not all it’s cracked up to be?’

‘That’s because not everyone has our agency behind them… We guarantee your satisfaction and that we’ll bring you home if you’re not 100% satisfied.’

‘What would I do there?’

‘They need surgeons your size there,’ she said, ‘I know I could find you a work placement easier than anyone else I’ve ever worked with.’

I grimaced, ‘sure they could!’ I remembered my dad’s favorite saying growing up, “Son, if it sounds too good to be true, it probably is!”

I looked around the hotel room then with the dirty laundry that I would have to find a laundromat again and sighed, ‘Can I make an appointment but not commit that I’ll sign up?’

‘Of course! I would want to meet you in person to verify your profile anyway before we could move on to anything else. When would you be available?’

I thought about my scheduled procedures and said, ‘Friday at one?’

A short pause later, ‘We’ve got you down, Nick. See you Friday!’

It was only as I pulled the covers of the hotel bed over me an hour later that I thought, ‘Wait, I didn’t tell her my name…?’
 

FRIDAY CAME BEFORE I knew it, and I was a bit on edge as I met with patients for pre-surgical consults all morning. The nice thing about those consults was that they were reasonably straightforward appointments. I mainly explained the procedure to the patient, presented risks, reassured them that I knew what I was doing, and had them sign some mountains of requisite paperwork with the staff downstairs. All of the blood testing and everything else we needed was done elsewhere, so I could do one every fifteen minutes and had made my fourteen appointments for the morning by noon. Soon I was heading out to my car, and on the road to the office building, I was set to meet with Patricia.

I knew it was nuts to even meet with these people after what I’d read in the magazine… I’d even done some additional research that seemed to make me believe it wasn’t a typical sensationalist news story - but likely to be at least partially true. But life just seemed to be constantly spiraling out of control for me, and I really wasn’t sure what I could do to get back on track.

Something drastic might just be the answer - if I could still have my career…

I arrived and pulled into the large parking lot adjacent to a beautifully designed forty-story office building. The sparkling high-rise had been just completed two short years ago to a great deal of fanfare for its architectural design. Instead of a typical rectangular building, it was a work of art with several mind-boggling shapes that intertwined to somehow support the upper structures - all while seeming to defy gravity itself with holes in the middle of the design. It reminded me almost as if you took a pair of thick chain links and stood them up vertically in the air. The entrance area that I walked through was well appointed, with gratuitous amounts of marble and dark hardwoods being used to lend itself a luxurious level of class. Just visiting the building was worth the trip I had made! A few receptionists sat at an imposing desk at the back of the lobby to guide visitors.

“Good afternoon, welcome to Portal Relocations. How may I help you?” A tall blonde woman asked. She must have been well over six feet tall, making my five-feet seven inches feel short.

“I’m Doctor Nick Benning; I’m here to see a lady named Patricia?”

She looked at her screen and smiled, “Yes, Doctor, I have you down here in her appointment book. You’re going to take that elevator to the thirty-eighth floor. Right across from the elevator, a secretary will help you find Patricia. I’ll let her know you’re on your way up.”

“Thanks,” I told her with a smile.

The elevator bank had an impressive number of elevators, and I waited patiently for less than three seconds before a door opened, and I was able to press ‘38’ on the panel. Then, far faster than I would have believed, the door opened to the thirty-eighth floor. I was surprised on the trip up how unnaturally fast I made it up there, yet I never once felt the acceleration I was used to with elevators on high-rise buildings. I looked back at it suspiciously but shrugged it off and walked into a receptionist’s area on the floor.

Another woman, only towering over me by about four inches, asked, “Doctor Benning?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said politely.

“Patricia is expecting you right this way,” she directed me down a hallway and to a large office where I saw ‘Patricia Lawrence, Chief of Recruitment.’

Another tall woman, definitely near six-and-a-half feet tall, stood and greeted me. “I’m Patricia, and you’re Doctor Benning, I presume?”

“Please, just Nick, it’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well, please have a seat,” she said. She directed me to a more casual setting of plush chairs around a rug and coffee table on the side of her enormous office. They were set next to huge curved glass windows that opened up the sides of the curved wall to a great view of the city. The view out her window was awe-inspiring!

“So, Nick, before we begin, I want to tell you that we’ve already done a more thorough background check on you. From that, I believe you would be a great candidate for relocation by our company!”

“Why do you believe that?” I asked her hesitantly. ‘Just how much background checking did they do after I did that simple survey?’ Given the article, I’d read, plus this invasion of privacy, I was getting a bit nervous as alarm bells clanged loudly in my head.

“I know that you currently live in a hotel instead of your apartment building. By the way, did you hear that old building actually collapsed yesterday?”

I nodded, “Yeah, I’m glad I wasn’t still living there!”

“I can imagine! But that makes this opportunity even better because you’re already mostly packed and ready to relocate!”

“Just what kind of services do you provide?” I asked nervously.

“Well, we have found that the best thing to do is to try and match up our clients with a homeowner that is willing to rent out a room in their house. You then have a built-in guide who can help you get settled into your new job and life there on that side.”

“And if it’s not all roses?” I asked.

“Well, when is life ever all roses?” she asked with a smile. “There’s a two-year contract that you sign on the lease with the homeowner. Then, if you don’t have a mutually beneficial situation at the end of that contract, you can choose to come home.”

“How many do that?” I asked.

“Pardon?”

“How many choose to come home?”

She looked thoughtfully, “Since we opened this building up three years ago, I can only recall one. It was a tough circumstance because the homeowner there passed away unexpectedly. So the woman decided that rather than find another place there, she came home.”

I nodded at that, “So people are happy once they go over?”

“Of course!” she smiled, “Why wouldn’t they be?”

“I don’t know. Why would they be happy?” I asked, “I still don’t know what else you’re offering here? Why should I feel I want to go?”

“Oh, I guess I should get into that. In exchange for your contract here, we’ll be taking ten percent of your earnings in the other dimension during that two-year contract. Once the two years are up, we no longer need to do so. As part of the deal, we will pay off any credit card debt, student loan debts, etc., and leave you financially stable for the move.”

“This sounds too good to be true,” I told her.

“I know, it really does, but I promise you it’s the truth.”

“So, I’d be able to practice medicine over there in the new dimension?”

“That’s part of why I’m pushing so hard to get you. Honestly, Nick, I have a homeowner who’s a doctor and is looking for a tenant that can go to work with her each day.”

“What’s the process like for getting my medical license recognized there?”

I spent another hour asking questions before I got to my final ones. Then, finally, I opened my briefcase and handed Patricia the article from the magazine, “What about these allegations?”

I saw a bit of hesitation for the first time, but she just grabbed it.
 
 

Chapter 4: Impressions
 

LOOKING AT THE magazine in her hand, she nodded, “I heard about this story. Unlike ours, the person involved seems to have been with a disreputable company. That company seems to have been involved in some illegal human trafficking.”

“So it’s true then?”

“What?”

“These people are giants and like to baby adults and travelers just because they’re smaller?”

She shrugged, “Yes, it happens.” I was shocked she’d admit it, but she shook her head and shrugged, “It’s not every person who ends up like that, though! It’s only people who aren’t mature enough to be careful, mind their manners, or not be situationally aware. But, like most of our clients, there are plenty of people who happily live normal lives there.”

“Without diapers?”

“Most of them,” she said.

“And what if someone gets treated that way? Can they still come home?” I asked pointedly.

“We always honor the contracts from adults here,” she told me.

I looked down at the pamphlet in front of me silently for a few moments thinking.

“So, what do you think?” she pressed.

“Let me get back to you? When do you have to know?”

“Well, the one homeowner will probably only be available for a few days if I had to guess. So, if you want to get in with a fellow doctor who can get you into her hospital, I’d recommend signing up by the end of the week.”

I nodded and stood up, “Thanks for your time. I’ll let you know.”

With that, I walked down to the elevators and left in my car.
 

PATRICIA LOOKED AT her screen and the face on the other side of the video conference. “Well, hello, don’t tell me you already have a match for me? I only signed up for your services yesterday?”

“Hi Doctor Nickerson, as unbelievable as it sounds, I believe we really have! Well... mostly, he’s a fellow doctor, a surgeon,” she said to the woman.

“He…?”

“I know you wanted a girl, but he’s perfect in every other way,” Patricia told the woman.

The conversation lasted for an hour, including showing a video from her interview, before the woman said, “I’m sold, get him to sign up, and I’ll take care of everything else on this side.”

“You’re okay with the agreed-upon price?”

“He’ll be perfect and definitely a bargain!”

The screen went blank, and Patricia Lawrence stood up to head away for a well-earned dinner. Her commission from this guy was going to have her eating at fine restaurants for quite some time!
 

I SPENT THE next couple of days looking for apartments since I was off the weekend’s rotation. I couldn’t find anything that seemed like home - or, more importantly, available. I was sitting in the hotel room trying to figure out what I wanted to do about my housing situation when a knock sounded on the door.

I walked to the peephole and saw, to my surprise, it was Patricia.

“What do I owe this pleasure?” I asked her politely while talking to her through the open door.

“I wanted to let you know that the lady that would be the homeowner you would rent from sent you a video message. I have it here if you want to view it?” She held up a thumb drive.

I shrugged, “Why not just email it to me?”

“I try to have a more personal touch with my clients,” she said with a smile.

Not knowing what else to do but be polite, I let her in and logged into my laptop. I didn’t make it obvious, but I didn’t log in to my regular account on my computer. I had a special sandboxed account in case of something like this drive that I didn’t trust security-wise being put in my laptop. I loaded it and found a simple video file in the directory.

A woman wearing a doctor’s white coat with bright red hair showed up on the screen. Without anything to show the scale of the video, she could have been perfectly normal-sized if she had stood next to me. “Hi, Doctor Benning, I’m Doctor Lillian Nickerson, and I’m sending you this to introduce myself to you. Patricia told me all about you, and I think we would get along great! I could even help you get into the hospital where I work so that we can commute together each day. A few things about me...” She spoke for about fifteen minutes, and I did learn a lot about her, which made me think we would get along well. She specialized in Pediatric Surgery and had music as a hobby like me. She even demoed her ability to play piano on the video. It was clear that she or the company had spent a fair amount of time making the video look professional.

“I understand that you’re becoming a respected surgeon yourself in your dimension? I would love to work with you and have you on our team!” I learned more about her from the video, including that she was single but lived in a large five-bedroom home she had paid for in a nice neighborhood. Then, the camera switched to a view of an impressive and beautiful looking one-story home with a large fenced backyard.

“I hope to hear a ‘yes’ from you soon! Please send your own video if you can!”

The screen went blank after a logo showing Portal Relocations with their traditional overlaid ‘P’ and ‘R’s.’

“So, what do you think, Nick?”

‘Almost like it’s just a PR company?’ I noted to myself.

I sighed, “If I could believe it was one-hundred percent legit, it sounds amazing, Patricia. The problem is that I have this niggling suspicion that it’s not completely truthful?”

“What can I do to make you believe in us?”

I shook my head, “The problem is there’s nothing you can do… I’m just in disbelief that anything could be that perfect.”

She nodded, “Would you at least think about sending your own video response back to her? Maybe if you two had a dialog back and forth?”

I bit the inside of my lip with my teeth, knowing it was a bad idea, but I just nodded, “I guess I could do that…?”

“Great! Do you think we could have a crew come follow you at work tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” I squeaked out, “I have several surgeries scheduled… I’m not sure that the hospital…?”

“I’ve already checked with the administration; we’ve done the paperwork, and I promise you won’t notice us.”

I shrugged, ignoring the warning sirens in my head, “Okay.”

She smiled and then moved to shake my hand but hugged me instead, “You won’t regret this!”

As she left the door and I did the deadbolt and chain, I thought, “I probably already do?”

As I logged out of the account, I noticed a program slowing everything down… I finally manually turned the computer off to get it to unfreeze. It worked fine when I logged back into my regular account, though, so I just shrugged it off as the large video file eating up memory.
 

IVY NICKERSON ANSWERED the door and found a well-dressed lady outside that she recognized from the Little adoption company she had contracted. “Hi Ashley,” she greeted her and waved her inside.

“How are you doing, Ivy?” she asked.

“I’m tired; it’s been a long day of procedures today. Tell me you have good news?”

“Well, it’s a mixed bag. If you want this little, you’ll have to court him, so to speak. Doctor Benning is a little nervous about some of the information making it back from this dimension to their world.”

“Like what?”

“Diapers, forcible kidnapping, you know… the truth,” she acknowledged.

“I wouldn’t be like some of those mothers, though!”

“I know that, but I think you’ll have to work a bit to reel this one in. I think this is possible, though, so I’d recommend you watch the video Cameron sent back to you and send another. Then, make it a regular pen-pal relationship, and in six months, I guarantee he’ll be curious to come!”

“Six months?” she cried. She could feel her biological clock ticking away already!

“Who knows? It might be less! Watch the video; you’ll know why I think he’s worth it. If you decide you can’t wait for him, let me know, and I’ll get another one on the line for you to pull in.”

Ivy looked at her and shrugged, “I may do that... but I’ll watch the video first.”

Ashley walked to the door after handing her a small thumb drive. She turned as she left, “Trust me, you’ll want this one. It might even be worth some temporary concessions to get him here.”

‘That’s an odd statement,’ Ivy thought as she closed the door behind Ashley and watched her walk to her car through the peephole.

She walked to her large TV in the living room and plugged the drive into a player to watch it. Then, sitting down on the couch, she grabbed a throw pillow and clutched it like a teddy bear as the video started. ‘Oh my god, you would never know he’s a Little!’ she thought to herself with a smile as she watched the video.

“Hi Doctor Nickerson, I’m Doctor Nick Benning, but you can just call me Nick. I’m a surgeon here in our dimension, focusing mainly on pediatrics but some general procedures as well. I’ve still not really settled on one or the other completely. So I did extended residency time to be well qualified in both fields.”

The camera view faded to him working on a little girl in a surgical theater. His gloved hands worked a device that looked like an old antique endoscope they had used forty years before. It was clear he was very skilled with the device, though, as she watched the camera alternating, zooming in on his monitor view and using tools to cut and suture. Oddly it looked like they were removing an appendix.

She started at that, ‘They still remove appendixes?’

He actually explained the procedure in a voice overlay right then, “I was operating on this young girl for an inflamed appendix that wasn’t responding to antibiotic treatments that were tried. Concerned that the organ was likely to burst, it was decided to perform the emergency procedure. Fortunately, the procedure went smoothly, and the girl should be up and running around in a week or so.”

The view shifted to another surgery, and she recognized some urgency going on in the theater even though calm was present, just like she would expect in her world. “Nick, what do you think?”

She watched him think something quickly over, “There has to be another hole we missed. We have to open her back up,” he told the other surgeon. Immediately she watched nurses provide him a scalpel, and after another team member sterilized the area, he began cutting back open what looked like a recent incision. “Blood pressure is falling,”

“Give her another pint,” another doctor said.

She watched in fascination as Nick worked an absolute miracle on the patient, who looked tiny even compared to him. The video kept going, and she watched him grimace and say, “There was another of those damn pellets here!”

‘Such language,’ she thought for a second before she watched him hold up some small thing that reminded her of a shotgun shell pellet. To her horror, she realized that was precisely what it was. He traced back the wound and stitched carefully as he manipulated the little girls’ organs. Finally, someone said, “That must have been it; she’s stabilizing.”

She let out the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding in, ‘I’m not sure he should come here… that was amazing!’

The video shifted back to Nick still wearing his scrubs, “That was a long surgery. The poor girl was hanging out with her older brothers, who had taken a gun they weren’t supposed to have. They fired the shotgun, and she ended up with what we thought were four of the pieces of shot that ricocheted into her that we’d already removed. We missed one piece that we didn’t see initially on the x-rays. Hopefully, there aren’t too many long-term effects for her, but we won’t know that until she wakes up in a few hours.”

The video shifted again, and Nick was now in what looked like a hotel room, “Like my place?” He asked sarcastically. “A few weeks ago, my apartment manager barged in to tell me our building had been deemed unsafe, and I had to be out in a very short time. Due to the huge boom in jobs in the area, I’m still trying to find another apartment. I’m going to be honest; I wouldn’t even consider this Portal Relocation scheme if it wasn’t for this making it seem like maybe it’s fated to do so.”

She squeezed the pillow, ‘If he wasn’t a boy, he would be absolutely perfect…’ she thought.

“I’m not sure about this, but I am willing to at least follow the relocation programs suggestion that we send some messages back and forth. Now that you’ve seen surgery in my world, what’s different there? Any chance you can tell me more about what I would expect in your world? You mentioned getting me a position at the hospital there. What would I be able to do?”

The screen went blank after a few more questions, and Ivy sighed to herself as she hugged the pillow. Ashley was right; he was worth waiting for. She just hoped he wouldn’t hate her when she was done getting him ready to be the perfect Little that she wanted…

 

Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment if you did so and press the Kudos button! I'll be posting a couple chapters a few times a week for this work. It is complete (52 chapters plus Epilogue) and published on Amazon if you wish to be impatient though! (Link at the top)

Seems Too Good Chapters 5 and 6 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 5: Contracts
 

OVER THE NEXT month, messages flew back and forth between us on a near-daily basis. I was beginning to believe that going to the other dimension might actually be the right move for me to make. About four weeks after Doctor Nickerson’s first message, the hospital I worked at was unexpectedly sold to another company. The talk around the building made it seem inevitable that the new owners would be making some staff cuts to save money. Everyone was constantly whispering and talking about what they had heard in the rumors... and I was nervous. Per our contracts, it was just like many other jobs, last hired was first cut… I’d been there a few years, but the reality was that I was still a junior surgeon compared to most of my much older colleagues who had been there for decades!

Soon the day came that I received the inevitable message to report to HR. The HR head was apologetic, “Nick, we don’t want to lose your skills here, but the truth is we’ve been ordered to cut ten surgeons. Unfortunately, with our last hire policy… well, I’d have to cut you even if we were only cutting four.”

I nodded and kept blinking to keep the stinging tears out of my eyes, “Will you at least provide me with a good recommendation letter so I can find another hospital to practice at?”

“Absolutely, Doctor Twinning has already written a stellar recommendation letter for you. You would have been the last person to be let go if we had a choice, Nick. I’m sorry.”

I just nodded, “When’s my last day?”

“You have procedures scheduled through tomorrow that we’ll have you do. After that, you’ll be able to stay for a week for any post-op care needed before we transfer your cases to other doctors.”

I nodded and stood to leave. ‘Fate just doesn’t seem to want to give me a chance here,’ I noted to myself.

After the last procedure, I was beginning to drive to my hotel but instead went to the Portal Relocations office. I called on my way, “Patricia Lawrence please?” I told the receptionist.

“May I ask who’s calling?”

“Nick Benning,” I told her, wondering if I should be doing this right now.

“Nick? Is everything okay?” Patricia asked.

“No… not really, but that’s kind of why I’m calling. What do we need to do to get me signed up to be relocated?”

“You’ve decided to go ahead?”

“I just found out my position was cut at the hospital I work at,” I forced back a sob that I refused to let anyone else hear, “so now’s probably as good a time as any to go on an adventure to a new world.” I tried to force myself to act happy at that opportunity.

“Great! When do you want to leave?”

“Well, I’m driving to your building right now; can we discuss this in person?”

“Absolutely, just let the receptionist know I said for you to come right up,” she told me.

I hung up with a push of the button on my car stereo and wondered, not for the first time, why I would do this. I had done more research over the ensuing months and discovered that it seemed almost normal that adults my size regularly got treated like babies or, at best, as children. When I’d sent questions to Ivy point-blank asking about it... she’d dodged the questions. Patricia seemed to suggest that it did happen, but the incidence rate was lower than reported by sensationalist tabloids. She said that those who ended up in those states often asked for it due to their own wish fantasies or showed they weren’t mature enough to be treated as an adult through some truly stupid and dangerous actions. Given my education and life experience, she was sure that wouldn’t be a problem for me.

‘Right…’ I thought to myself. I had my doubts that it was that rare, which made me think I was crazy to even consider going. I gave myself about a ten percent chance of actually being treated like an adult in the other dimension…

I hadn’t just run away, though, because I had watched videos of several more of her procedures on patients. I was fascinated with the way they had taken endoscopic procedures and advanced light-years ahead of us using what she called nanite clusters. She’d shown me a couple of impressive videos taken with some high-tech microscopes that showed the nanite clusters could do some miraculous work at the cellular level to injuries. Of course, there was still some skill needed to ensure that the small cluster was programmed right and inserted precisely where required, but major cutting and suturing seemed to almost be a thing of the past. The diagnosis of the issue didn’t even usually need much interaction from the doctors involved, thanks to the available AI diagnostic tools.

My curiosity peaked so much that I didn’t know that I could stand to not take the risk! Their procedures were at least twenty to thirty years ahead of our own... and I wanted to learn more than I could via watching the videos. ‘No home, no job, why not?’ I said to myself as I took the elevator to Patricia’s office.

Inside she had me sit down and brought me a bundle of forms. “Okay, Nick, first, when would you like to make your move?”

I shrugged, “I’m working for another week. I really should stay through then for my patients; after that, I get a nice severance package... and then I’m jobless. So… maybe Monday after next?”

She nodded, “That should be enough time to let Ivy be ready for you to arrive.”

“How exactly does that work?” I asked nervously.

“Well, Portal Relocations is a large enough company to have our own portal we maintain on both sides to allow for smooth travel between dimensions.”

“Wait, I thought there was just the one at the IDP?” I asked incredulously.

“There are a few others that you probably don’t know about. In our case, we license the technology from Bremmer Industries, and it lets us be a bit more caring with our approach to relocation,” she stated.

“Okay, so how does this work then?”

“Well, our system is a little different than the main port. You’ll be placed into a transport vehicle downstairs that will pass through the portal with a group of others that are relocating. Basically, it’s like a rail system that goes back and forth as needed as a train.”

“Can I only go back through this portal? Or am I able to use the main one?”

“That depends on your documentation. I’ll try and make it possible for you to have access to both,” Patricia said. Something in her eyes made the warning bells go off again, but I just didn’t care anymore. No home, no job, no family… really, even if the worst I’d heard about would come true… I probably wouldn’t be any worse off than I was right then. ‘Even though I really do hope it’s as much nonsense as she’s led me to believe that everyone ends up as nothing more than a drooling living baby doll...’ I thought to myself.

“Okay, so what happens once I’m in the transport?”

“You’ll end up being asleep by the end of the trip. Our version of the portal technology is a variation on the other Bremer Portal Technology. It usually results in you being out for a couple of hours on the other side. They will use the time to do a quick health screening before waking you up. Ivy will be waiting for you when you are through the processing,” she told me.

“Why wouldn’t I stay conscious? The other portal lets you just walk through?”

She shrugged, “The eggheads have explained it to me, but it’s all over my head. It’s perfectly safe, though. In fact, they claim it is even more so than the other portal for long-term relocation.”

I stared disbelievingly at Patricia but decided to ignore that likely lie and said, “Okay, so what paperwork do we need to do?”

She handed me what I would consider an advanced tablet device. It was so thin that I thought it had to be from the other dimension. ‘I thought it was illegal to bring technology back,’ I thought. In the end, I shrugged and figured that they must have had some exceptions in the laws specifically for their company. I signed, initialed, signed, and signed and initialed more electronic forms than I had ever done in my life! My training as a doctor meant I knew that I should look through the fine print, but after the hundredth page of signing and initialing, I began to waver on that. I went through several dozen more boxes before I noticed the new pages were essentially looking like I was being adopted as a child.

“What’s this about?” I asked, pointing to the text that said my homeowner would have the right to assess and agree to medical treatment.

“Oh, it’s for emergencies when you might be incapacitated. Especially since you don’t have any next of kin there; we need someone who can make decisions for you in that event.”

I read the rest of the page nervously and carefully read the next few. I was done not long after, though, and wondered what was on the pages I skipped over. “Can I have a written copy of that, please?” I asked.

“Sure, it’ll take me a day or so, but I’ll get it dropped off at your hotel?” she told me with a smile.

“Okay…” I told her, “So now what?”

“Well - I will need you to give me the information about your storage locker you have your things in. We’ll go ahead and have those items shipped over this week, and the two of you can figure out what you want from there to be used in Doctor Nickerson’s house.”

That made sense, as I was sure Ivy would already have her house fully furnished. “Okay…” I asked many other questions and felt a little more comfortable with things as I walked out to my car. I drove ‘home’ to the hotel and looked forward to having something like a real home again soon.
 

IVY WAS OVER the top excited that she finally had a Little of her own coming! She could have adopted an injured little at the hospital long ago or even skipped her medical career and joined her sister in running her daycare, but it just hadn’t seemed right to do so. She worked so hard in her career to become a top surgeon that it didn’t leave a lot of time for a personal life. Let alone the time it took to take care of a little one who needed love and attention.

She smiled as the delivery truck unloaded the small boxes of stuff sent over from her new Little into the garage. She squealed in delight when she saw the tiny couch! It would go great in the playhouse that was getting delivered that day. ‘It’s the nicest playhouse I’ve ever seen,’ she smiled, thinking about it. It even came complete with a working air conditioning and heating system… really, it was almost like a miniature house! ‘Probably more for an amazon child…’ she shrugged and looked through more of the pile.

She looked at the bed frame and frowned; unless Nick came through a lot bigger than most, there was no way that she could let her sleep on a bed without rails for long... Even if it was nearly on the ground where the fall wouldn’t be far! To her surprise, the mattress looked clean and unstained. Not seeing a plastic cover in the boxes, she wondered if it was true that Littles didn’t actually have the bladder problems in their dimension like they did here.

Without a doubt, she was well prepared for those problems here, though! Her new Littles actual room was already stocked with all sorts of options for protection! Ivy couldn’t help but wonder which of the adorable options she should start with when she got her to that point!

‘I hope that isn’t a big problem for her…?’ Nick had definitely expressed concerns over that treatment… but she had apparently read and agreed on the forms that she was okay with the many drastic changes her mommy wanted. ‘I triple-checked the forms myself just to be safe…’ she thought.

From that point forward, she’d stopped worrying about her as she had been and began trying to come up with a better name than her old one. ‘Nichole or little Nikki would be close to her old one - and let her have a cute nickname.’ Ivy wasn’t set on a name yet, though, but knew she needed to be soon! Unlike most Bigs, she did intend to take things slowly, though, just in case Nick didn’t understand what he had really signed up for.

As she went through the boxes, she was shocked at the tiny size of the items enclosed and how haphazardly they had been packed. Nick had told her about the movers when he left, but she couldn’t help but wonder if it was just another sign of the Littles not being able to take care of themselves. The clothes in the boxes were pretty dull but miniature versions of adult clothing that amused her. Other than some sets of scrubs that she found adorable, the white doctor’s coats, and some tiny stethoscopes and other medical paraphernalia that fascinated her… she put most of them back into the boxes since they would never need them. Some photo albums of Nick’s dead parents and other family members and apparent friends were placed in a keep pile. No way would she ever try and remove the memories of someone’s biological parents!

She couldn’t help but smile as she looked at the pictures from when Nick graduated from Medical School and others as he finished his residencies. She looked at a couple boxes of awards that Nick had received over the years. Ivy made that into their own pile, debating if there was anywhere to put them. She ended up shrugging and deciding they could go up in the temporary room. She figured that would help Nick begin to feel more comfortable.

She paused and wondered again if she was doing the right thing with Nick. He was obviously not an ordinary little to adopt – he was a talented surgeon! She shook her head and reminded herself that she definitely was a typical Little in other ways. The poor thing was homeless, jobless, and even though as skilled as it seemed he was, clearly he needed her help. She couldn’t wait to receive the call from the portal that her little one was there and ready to be picked up!

‘I need to ease him into it gently, though,’ Ivy thought as she assembled the small bed and belongings in the bedroom. After his first few weeks, she knew it would be the guest bedroom again. It felt like a lot of extra work, but she wanted to save the actual bedroom for once she had fully adjusted to the new situation...
 
 

Chapter 6: Departures
 

I FINISHED UP with my last patient’s post-op appointment and then signed out of the hospital for the final time. HR made sure that I turned in my ID, phone, and tablet that I’d been given with a sigh. I was escorted out for good measure by a security guard who smiled and was friendly, but the implication was clear that I was no longer an employee with the ability to freely roam the hospital. As much as it hurt... I knew that I’d actually had a pretty friendly send-off there. Three of my colleagues that had been let go had been basically allowed to clean their office spaces out and walked out the day they’d been told. I genuinely believed they hadn’t wanted to let me go!

I buckled my seatbelt and drove to the hotel for what I knew could be my last night ever in this dimension. Once in my room, I made sure my suitcases were packed with everything I had left there, set out clothes for the next day, and made sure I was ready to go to the portal first thing in the morning. All of my other possessions had already been picked up and shipped by PR, so I had very few things to deal with in the morning. At that point, I decided that if any of the rumors were true, it might be my last night to go off and get drunk. The downstairs bar was quiet still, but the bartender was more than willing to take care of me on my initial trip and the one after dinner.

I barely remembered setting my alarm on my phone before crashing that night.

The following day, I was definitely paying for my stupidity of drinking too much alcohol - and not enough water! I began rectifying that as quickly as I could in the bathroom. The pounding headache would serve as a definite last negative memory of this dimension as I got moving!

‘Maybe I’ll be better off not being able to drink,’ I mused to myself.

On the way to PR, I bought two large Gatorades and guzzled them down quickly. I’d been instructed to pull my car up to the front of the building and let the Valet, which I had never noticed before, handle parking it. They would hold onto it for the two-year contract. I had been told that if I chose not to come back, they would sell it and donate the funds to charity.

As I handed over the keys to the man, he looked at me with a worried expression and frightened eyes. ‘Great…’ I thought to myself, ‘what if it really is that bad…?’ I thought but shrugged it off.

I walked into the main entrance pulling a large suitcase and carrying a backpack on my shoulders. To my surprise, I immediately found Patricia talking to the receptionist, “Hi Nick, are you ready to go?” She asked.

I nodded, “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I tried to laugh.

“Hey, I just found out they never remembered to send you your paper copy of the agreement. Why don’t you put it in your bag, and you can read it on the way there?”

I looked at her suspiciously but took the large envelope and stuffed it into an already full backpack. When I was done, she smiled and directed me to the elevator, where she inserted a card key into a slot, and a new projected display suddenly showed up in front of us. She selected ‘Departures,’ and abruptly, my stomach fell out of my body for a moment as this time I did feel the elevator accelerate, but in the opposite direction I expected. We clearly descended a long way, very rapidly, before the door opened and my stomach met my body. “Okay?” She asked me.

I nodded grimly, “That’s quite a ride down here.” I shouldered my bag tighter and pulled the other suitcase along as we entered a high-tech-looking area of steel walls and electronic displays. It reminded me of the special effects of Star Trek or the old Star Wars Star Tours ride at Disneyland I had gone on as a kid! In this case, though, the displays seemed genuine as people were walking back and forth and were pressing things on them here and there.

“Come along,” Patricia said to me, and I followed her down the hallway. The door led to a small room that could have been a pre-op room at the hospital I’d been working at.

“What’s the exam room for?” I asked.

“We have doctors that look you over before you go, and then you’ll have another check up on the other side,” she told me.

I nodded and noticed the hospital gown waiting on the bed, “I assume I need to change into that awful thing?”

She smirked, “I do believe you know the drill.”

I groaned but did as she asked after she left the room. Like everyone in my profession, we knew just how awkward and uncomfortable the gowns were. Truthfully though, if you needed to have medical care, they were a godsend to get out of the way quickly to work on your body. I noticed they had a set of booty socks that I slid on my feet in case I needed to walk around. My clothes were carefully folded and placed in my backpack before I laid down in the bed and covered myself with the blanket they provided. ‘They need the heated ones!’ I griped.

A very tall nurse came by a few minutes later, “Doctor Benning?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I responded politely to the lady who had to have been nearly six-and-a-half feet tall.

“Great, I need to get a few things checked before having our doctor finish the pre-trip check-up.”

“What’s first?” I asked her.

“Well, let’s get your height, weight, and vitals first,” she told me.

I nodded and stood up to get onto the scale she had and stood patiently while she checked my height. “Five feet eight inches seem right to you?” She asked.

“Yes, ma’am, never grown past that. Somehow, from what I’ve heard, I don’t think I’ll be taller than that on this trip either,” I said with a thin grin.

She giggled, “No, I doubt you will. Once in a long while, someone will grow on the trip, but we’re not sure why they do. It’s about one in a thousand cases… who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky?” she suggested.

I shook my head, “with the way everything has been going for me, I doubt that!”

She checked my blood pressure, pulse, and temperature before saying, “Well, it was nice meeting you. Our doctor will be here in a moment to finish up.”

“Thanks,” I said to her cordially with a smile. I had long ago learned nurses run healthcare, so I truly meant that!

I waited for maybe two more minutes before a taller man walked in, “I’m Doctor Spalding,” he said. We spoke for a few moments before he checked me over carefully. He and I had a quick chat about shared colleagues and college experiences before he signed off and said, “You’ll be staying in that gown through transport, unfortunately. Here is a robe you can put on top until you reach the pod.”

I nodded and wondered about this whole pod system. Something seemed off to me that the portals were supposedly so different from each other if they were based on the same technology. I shrugged the white robe on just as Patricia came in to guide me down the hallway in my uncomfortable attire. “Why don’t you all at least use scrubs instead?” I asked as we walked.

She shrugged, “Not sure. I know they give you another check-up on the other side while you’re still unconscious, so it may just be easier?”

I nodded, even though it sounded like it was most likely bullshit.

We came to the end of a ‘T’ at the end of the hallway, turned right, and entered a room where I saw a group of people similarly attired to me already sitting in chairs awkwardly. A man in a lab coat looked up at Patricia and smiled, “He’s the last of the departures, right?”

“That’s correct; we can get this orientation going,” she told him.

“Great!” He said before pressing a button and activating a large futuristic display behind him. “I’m Randy Smith, and I’m the orientation coordinator on this side of the portal. The Portal Relocations version of the Bremmer Dimensional Portal Technology is very safe, but we believe in safety first! So, per our corporate lawyers, we have to do this safety presentation before we begin!”

I nodded, somewhat relieved that we would be briefed more about the process, “In a few minutes, each of you will be guided to one of these travel pods for your journey to the other dimension.” I looked at the screen, and the ‘pods’ reminded me of a small helicopter’s glass bubbled cockpits. The glass popped away from the cockpit area, and you could see a rugged seat like out of a race car inside. “The carry-on luggage you’ve brought can go in the compartment below,” he said as a highlighted door opened and an actor or someone placed their bag inside. “Once that’s placed, you will need to give your robe to the technician assisting you before climbing into the pod. Inside they will help buckle you into the safety harness and give you final instructions. Once the pod closes, you will depart soon after. In the event that something seems wrong, there is a communication button that you can toggle,” he said, pointing to a green button, “to speak with the control room. Should that fail and something catastrophic happens, you can abort the procedure by pressing this red button on the console.”

He paused, “We advise that you be careful with its use though - if it’s not a true emergency, your participation with Portal Relocations will end. Should you change your mind up until the last minute, that is the button you would need to press.”

“Any questions?” He asked.

“What happens on the other side?” A woman a little bit younger than me asked.

“The procedure you’ve undergone today will basically be reversed. You’ll be taken to a room, given a check-up, allowed to get dressed, and then introduced to the homeowner you’re staying with.”

“Okay,” the girl said with a bit of a shake to her voice.

“Any other questions?” the man asked, “Okay then, let’s get you all situated.”

Patricia reappeared and guided me to the next doorway. Once through, I felt my jaw drop as I looked out into a vast cavern. I could see the large set of energy poles at the other end of the room responsible for generating the energy field that opened the portal. On our end of the cavern sat a few dozen pods sitting apart from each other on rail tracks. I numbly and nervously followed Patricia and the tech’s instructions as I approached.

“Nick, go ahead and put your bags in this compartment,” Patricia told me.

I nervously did as she said and watched her close it shut and latch it. “Okay, go ahead and use the ladder to climb up,” a waiting tech in white coveralls told me. As I settled into the seat, I couldn’t help but note that it looked different from the video presentation. It really seemed more like an oversized child’s car seat than it did the race car seat shown.

The tech pulled at my right arm, “We need to put your arm through here,” he told me and had me slide my arm through a shoulder harness strap. “Now this one,” he said, and before I knew it, two straps held my arms and were buckled to another belt point between my legs. I felt awkward as the tech had his hand so near my groin a moment later! The gown offered zero privacy as the harness was then brought together with another clip at my chest level and then tightened with the straps and some sort of pull strap below my legs.

“This really is more like a car seat for a toddler?” I noted aloud to Patricia, who smiled at me.

“Same technology is used in a lot of safety applications. So our technicians didn’t see a need to reinvent the wheel?” She reassured me with a smile.

“Good to go,” the tech told her, and Patricia stepped nearer the pod.

“It was nice working with you, Nick! Who knows, I may see you again? But really, I hope not! I hope you have a happy new start there!”

“Thanks for your help,” I told her with a smile. Then, a moment later, I watched as she pressed a button on the pod’s side, and the glass came down in front of me.

As soon as the cockpit was closed, I felt my stomach sink, and my gut told me that something just didn’t feel right. Just as I was debating the merits of the red button, I noticed the air smelled and felt different. I tried reaching for the green call button but couldn’t get it due to the tight harness holding me to the seat. I frantically attempted to press the buckle button, but nothing happened. I looked out and saw the girl who had asked the question earlier, trying the same things.

I tried to reach the red abort button, but it was out of my reach by several inches. I finally could stand holding my breath no longer and let the contaminated air into my lungs. As soon as I took a breath, I blacked out.
 

IVY WAS BESIDE herself with anticipation as she drove to the PR headquarters to pick up her little traveler. She knew she’d have about an hour to wait once he’d been cleared by medical upon arrival, then they’d do the procedures she requested to make him her perfect little… After that, it would just be another two more hours before she could make the trip home with her new bundle of joy in hand.

She knew without a doubt that she was ready at home. Between the years of mentally planning the nursery, the Little shower her mom and sister had thrown her, plus the many gifts from colleagues at the hospital, she knew she would be stocked for quite some time on basics. Many of her colleagues had thoughtfully given her gift cards instead of clothing items because no one ever quite knew what size a Little would be when they came through the portal. She knew her new addition wasn’t far off of Betweener height in his home dimension, but it was to be expected that some shrinking would occur. It happened in the other direction too, which let this company staff their offices in the other dimension with Bigs and Betweeners themselves. From what she understood, only a few staff members there were ever actually from that dimension. Not that they would ever tell the people there that!

There were, of course, many options when you wanted to adopt a Little. You could pick one off the street that hadn’t been claimed yet - something which Ivy’s sister had done twice. You would get to break them yourself into their new life and expectations with those. If you wanted a more manageable option, you could do an adoption through an etiquette school where the Little you received would more or less already be a willing baby for their new mommy or daddy. Ivy had always felt those Littles, in particular, got a raw deal, though! She had seen some of the results of the more intense schools, and she didn’t have a desire to support them in any way!

These portal centers had popped up more recently, and ‘exchange’ programs had become a viable way of adopting a Little. Most of them just basically had the Littles come over, and you did as you pleased after that like you would one off the street. However, PR was unique because it offered some extra services to help make families really bond faster. For some additional fees, Ivy had easily ensured that she would have the Little she had dreamt of since she was a little girl playing with her dollies.

She wasn’t initially planning to take Nick all the way right away, but with the menu of special services they handed her… well, it seemed like it was almost easier to pull the Band-Aid off quickly on at least a couple of the changes she wanted.

Ivy reasoned that she wanted to be humane about her decisions; after all, she definitely wasn’t going to muddle his brain down to an infant level… She certainly wasn’t going to keep him from walking or talking like her sister... but there would definitely be some steps backward for him in other endeavors. Those steps back would help assure that he would quickly need extra ‘help’ from her.

The parking lot at the PR center was nearly packed as she walked in and checked in at the front. “Doctor Nickerson?” the lady called a short while later.

“Yes?” She said as she stepped up.

“We wanted to let you know that Nick has arrived. Have you picked a new name for the adoption certificate?”

“Holly Anne Nickerson,” she told her, “But, please put a note not to call her that until I’ve handled her? In fact, if she does, could you please play along with the idea of the changes being a mistake?”

“Certainly, Doctor Nickerson, no need to worry. She’s being put into the adjustment program right now. You should be able to go back and hold her in ten minutes while we keep her under observation for an hour. After that, you can take her home. Due to the procedures you selected, she probably won’t wake up for another five hours from now,” she added.

“How tall did she end up…?” Ivy asked her and continued getting new information on her new charge before being allowed to finally see her.

Her heart melted right away as she looked and finally held her new little a while later. She made the best of that hour of observation, knowing that things would not be this calm when Holly woke up at home! It would be a long road before this would be normal to cuddle her like this.
 

Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment if you did so and press the Kudos button! I'll be posting a couple chapters a few times a week for this work. It is complete (52 chapters plus Epilogue) and published on Amazon if you wish to be impatient though! (Link at the top)

Seems Too Good Chapters 5 and 6 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 7: Modified
 
I WASN’T QUITE sure where I was when I regained consciousness. I’d had surgery a few years earlier while I was doing my residency and remembered thinking, ‘this must be what my patients feel like as they come out from under anesthesia.’

‘Anesthesia!’

I opened my eyes, and my jaw dropped as I looked at a woman with the most enormous head I had ever seen! I attempted to scramble away, but firm hands held me tight and said, “Nick, it’s okay, you’re safe. You’re at your new home,” she said, “Remember me? I’m Ivy?”

I looked at her and put things into context. The subterfuge of the portal made me realize things were probably not as they should be. Before coming through the portal, there was no legitimate reason to knock us all out in those pods. We’d definitely been fed a line of bullshit!

Suddenly a strand of long red hair moved in front of my eyes. I figured it must have been hers and reached to bat it away from my eyes. As I touched it, though, I discovered some weird feeling at the top of my head. I felt something knotted in the back of my hair and pulled the strand closer, and winced as my head seemed to be attached to it.

‘My hair isn’t red…?’

‘This looks like a pigtail…?’ I thought as I realized a bundle of hair was really attached to my head and was braided at the back.

I tried to jump down to look at myself, but Ivy grasped me tighter and brought me close into her hold. “Nick, you’re okay, you’re safe, and you don’t have to worry about anything more. I’m here, and I’ve got you. Unfortunately, some things… just didn’t go according to plan,” she said grimly.

I looked back up at her as she squeezed me tightly in her arms. “I guess this is the part where I learn that everything that’s ever been said bad about this dimension is true?” Something about my voice seemed odd as it was higher in pitch than I was used to. ‘Because I shrank?’ I wondered

“Well, they probably are, but it wasn’t my intention to expose you to that truth so soon.”

“What happened to me? I always had brown hair before… Why do I have long red hair now?” I asked. I had a bad feeling I would learn that some of the more extreme stories I’d come across were true.

She grimaced in a way that I couldn’t read if she was acting or not, “Something went wrong in the paperwork that the portal had. The system showed that there were supposed to be no modifications to you when you came through, but your file got corrupted somehow.”

“Modifications?” I asked nervously, groaning that I had fallen hook, line, and sinker here for the company’s crap.

“Look… Nick, I’ll level with you… when you agreed to come through, I was given a questionnaire of what I would like to have changed about you when you arrived.”

“Changed?”

“Pretty much any trait that a human can have I could change about you. You could be given large breasts, have no sex characteristics like a doll, have no eyebrows, be unable to walk, talk, have no teeth… probably made purple-skinned with yellow eyes and pink fur for all I know…?”

I felt my eyes widen, and I gasped. As Ivy said each of those, I unconsciously reached up and touched my chest, eyebrows, and teeth with my tongue… “Why?”

“Because it’s kind of normal here, Nick.” She hesitated, “We have a reproduction problem, and it’s become the new norm for us to get people from your dimension to come and fill our needs.”

I mulled that over for a second, “What kind of reproduction problem?” I asked curiously.

She looked sad then and said, “At least sixty percent of our adult women cannot have babies.”

My mind did the math in my head, “Sixty percent?” I gasped, “That means your population is shrinking?”

She nodded, “Sort of… With you all coming in from the portal, we can push that off some.”

I nodded and thought back to my hair. “You said you had a questionnaire... What did you ask to have modified?”

“Honestly, Nick, I only asked for one thing… and that was for your body hair to be removed for care purposes. I’m not a big hairy body person…” she told me.

I looked at my arms and saw they were bare now with very short sleeves in an odd pattern I’d never worn before. Before I could look lower, Ivy grabbed me a bit tighter. “So… if that’s all you asked for, why do I have a feeling something more happened? I never had hair that was this long before?”

She squirmed in her seat and said, “Well, like I said, your file got corrupted... and you got modified quite a bit…?”

“What did you do to me?”

“It wasn’t me; remember that, please!” She pleaded. I felt like she must have been truthful with the tears streaming down her face.

“Okay, so you didn’t do it; what did THEY do to me,” I asked again.

“Well, the body hair is a pretty standard setting, so that happened. But PR also took my hair color from my profile and gave that to you, along with making it long to go with the… the other changes.”

Her arms held me tightly enough that I couldn’t see my lower body. Finally, she loosened them a bit, and I noticed the material I was wearing wasn’t the hospital gown from earlier like I’d initially assumed… it was a….

“Why am I wearing a dress?!?” I asked as the puzzle pieces of my long hair, and the clothing started going together. It was tough to see myself fully, but I figured out I was wearing a blue gingham dress that looked to have flowers embroidered along the bottom of the skirt. “Wait… did you…?” I gasped.

“They accidentally turned you into a girl,” she confirmed.

“But how…?” I asked. “Can they fix me back…?”

She looked at me sadly, “They might be able to as you return through the portal – but… I really don’t know. Definitely doing so anytime soon would be dangerous as your body just got done with changing the DNA in every cell.”

“How?” I asked again. Both horrified and curious.

“Those nanite clusters I showed you? We can use them system-wide in addition to being targeted,” she told me.

“Why is that even an option?” I asked.

“Some women like sweet little girls better than stinky boys,” she said with a shrug. “I’ll be honest if I didn’t respect your abilities as a surgeon, I would have requested that modification.”

I glared at her and mulled over her reactions and everything. She might have been lying about all of it, but it wouldn’t matter… I could see I was stuck. “So…” I breathed deeply, trying not to hyperventilate as I thought about this next question, “how much of a girl am I?”

“You have a vagina just like any other woman,” she told me with the face I would give a patient I was getting ready to operate on. “Someday, you might even be a mommy, depending on if we gave you the hormone stimulants you need to enter puberty.”

Right then, I couldn’t help myself, I felt my stomach twist, and before I could warn her, I threw up all over her.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” I said as I looked at her covered in my vomit. At the same time, the remnants were so foul-tasting in my mouth that I bit back another urge to repeat.

“You’re a doctor; you should know this isn’t a big deal… stuff happens…” she said without concern. “We do need to clean ourselves up, though…” she said.

She picked me up gingerly and stood up to walk deeper into her house. As she stood, I realized we were in an enormous living room. The TV in her living room looked to be almost four times the size of an average TV back home. She kept moving down the hallway and walked into a massive bedroom that I presumed was hers based on the vanity full of cosmetics and jewelry. She walked into an attached bathroom off to the side of the bedroom and then stood me up down on the floor.

Only then did I really get the proper perspective on our size differences! As I stood next to her, the phrase ‘knee-high to a grasshopper’ came to mind. My head was just barely above her knee! My head didn’t even reach her waist! I noticed a mirror up high above the cabinet and sink, but I couldn’t see my reflection from the ground.

Now that I was free of her arms, I looked down at the dress I had been put in. There was a clear vomit stain on the top of the dress that hadn’t landed on Ivy. It made my stomach nauseous again and made me feel dirty. I looked down at the skirt where a continuous embroidered pattern of pink and yellow flowers with green stems circled the bottom of it. I nervously pulled up the dress and found a pair of bloomers covering…

“Why am I wearing a diaper?” I asked nervously.

I looked up to see Ivy had taken her shirt off and was only in a bra. Years of studying the human body basically numbed me to the sight of breasts, but I couldn’t help but note just how big hers were in her bra. She was well proportioned, certainly not a Barbie Doll figure, but the breasts were gigantic to me! I felt my mouth open but forced myself to stare at her face.

“Because the portal put you into it. It’s normal for the first day to be a bit rough on your urinary and bowel tracts. I personally think it beats using catheters and colostomy bags on someone your size?” She leaned over and picked me up to set me on the counter. She ran water over a washcloth and handed it to me, “Here, you can clean your face off,” she told me.

I started moving the washcloth up and down over my face to get rid of the remnants of vomit. I looked up then into the mirror and did my best not to vomit again, but I failed. It all fell into the sink, at least, before I looked back at the reflection. Not only had they made my hair red, long, and apparently altered my gender... I looked at the face of a baby in the mirror. A real baby, from the proportion of the fat on the cheeks, the lips, and everything else… the girl in front of me would have made a textbook picture in a medical book for a healthy toddler girl around eighteen months old.

“Oh hun,” Ivy said, “I guess I should have avoided you seeing yourself a little longer.”

I kept staring in disbelief and said, “What else did they do to me?”

She sighed, “you’re seeing the last of the parts I hadn’t told you. Your face and body proportions were altered to match your height.”

I took an offered cup and rinsed my mouth out with water before spitting the remaining chunks of vomit out.

I decided to bite the bullet and asked, “How tall am I now?”

“The nurse that measured you at the portal said you’re fifty-six inches tall now.”

I turned and looked up at her, “I lost a foot of height!”

“Yes…” she sighed, “you are a lot smaller than I expected. You lost a lot of weight too… You’re only a bit over sixty-eight pounds now.” Then, I felt my jaw drop as she continued, “It’s part of why I had to get that dress from the center. None of the clothes I had bought would fit you.”

From my perch on the counter, I looked back at her, “How tall are you?”

She smirked, “A bit over eleven feet; my family tends to be tall. My baby brother is almost twelve and a half feet tall.”

I gasped at her, imagining someone taller than her! “This is going to take some getting used to.”

“Yes, it will,” she said.

“As tall as you all are… how tall are your children?”

She smiled, “Pretty tall,” she paused, “honestly, we call you all ‘Littles’ for very good reasons,” she told me. “Look, let’s talk some more after we get you changed into something clean?” she suggested.

I nodded and tried to remove the dress like a t-shirt but found I couldn’t. “Why won’t it come off?” I asked.

“Silly, it’s got a zipper in the back,” she told me. I started to reach for it, “I’ll get it. You’ve obviously not grown up needing to do the contortions to get out of clothing that girls do.”

I nodded at that and let her move a zipper I couldn’t see down, and then she said, “Arms up,” before she pulled it off of my body. Of course, I blushed now that I was naked and could see the frilly white top of the disposable diaper sticking out above the bloomers.

“Do I have to wear this diaper?” I asked as she put the dress into a hamper against the bathroom wall.

“Until we go to the store, you will. Is it still dry?” Ivy asked.
 
 

Chapter 8: Sizes
 

APPARENTLY, THAT WAS a rhetorical question because she quickly pulled the bloomers down, put her hand on the padding, and squeezed. “Still dry. You might be able to get out of those already. But we’re going to have to get something in your size for underwear. All I have are the six diapers they gave me at the portal and one other outfit in your size.” She paused, “Unfortunately, the clothes you brought in your suitcase and sent beforehand didn’t shrink as much as you did, so they’re way too big.”

“What size am I?” I asked.

“In Littles or Bigs?”

“Huh?”

She sighed, “I forgot you’re not from here. Most of the time, we do sizing based on Bigs - our - sizing. Not much market to just make clothes for independent adult Littles since they’re a small part of our population.”

“Oh…” I swallowed some more vomit that threatened to come out, “I guess that makes sense. How does that work?”

“Well, we usually just figure out the Little’s height and compare it to the Bigs’ age at that size.”

In my head, I mentally tried to figure out how tall I would be compared to them if being ten feet wasn’t an abnormal height.

“What age does that put me by your scale?”

She looked down at me with a look of debate but shrugged and said, “Between fourteen and sixteen?”

“So, I only lost about twenty years…?” I said aloud, relieved. Happy for a moment that I was at least still a legal adult!

She laughed, “Months.”

“Months?!?!” I gasped.

I was so in shock as I stood there and examined the diaper closer. “This is a regular baby diaper?” I said hesitantly.

“What else would it be at your size?” She asked me.

I shook my head, “I guess I assumed it would be a medical one like we use with adult patients.”

“We have those here, but they’re big enough for me… they would be comical on you!” she giggled. “Now I hope you don’t hate me too much for it, but I only have this one other outfit in your size… it’s definitely not going to make you feel like an adult. So we’ll go directly to the store and get you some other underwear and at least a little more mature clothing if we can find something in your size.”

I nodded and wondered how bad the new outfit would be. Ivy picked me up and carried me to the bedroom we had walked through. I became self-conscious more then as I realized I was basically naked and she was topless. Her skin was warm, and I felt myself turn red at the proximity and that I was being carried like a baby. She carefully sat me down on the gigantic bed and said, “Stay there for a moment, please?”

I nodded, “Nowhere else to go,” I commented as I looked around in shock. I looked over the edge of the bed and noted that even it was taller than I was. Everyday items like mirrors, doorknobs, and hairbrushes looked to have grown out into monstrous proportions all around the room.

She giggled at my response and wondrous gaze as she walked to a closed door. She opened a substantial walk-in closet door. She didn’t take long to find another top that she pulled on over her bra. Just before she pulled it over her head, I had an odd thought, ‘Is that a nursing bra she’s wearing?’ I shook my head, ‘She doesn’t have any kids, she said. Must just be some weird style,’ I told myself.

She walked to another corner of the room and picked up what looked to be a large purple messenger bag or a huge purse. Being so proportionally small to the world, it looked like a large backpacking pack-sized bag from back home. I watched her open it on the other end of the bed where I couldn’t see inside and dug out the different outfit that she’d warned me about. All I could see at first was a bundle of pink fabric.

She came closer and opened it up to let me see it was some sort of romper-type outfit. “I’ll probably need to help you with this,” she told me. “It’s really designed for an infant.”

I groaned and watched her pop open the entire front, which snapped closed down to snap at the crotch. “I could probably get it…?” I told her.

“Here, if you want to try,” she told me, handing it to me.

I blushed as I held the pink outfit and looked at it closer to see prints of unicorns and rainbows all over it. Two little decorative bows were attached below the first and second buttons for some reason. I asked, “Nothing else to wear?”

“Not unless you want to just go in that diaper? No one would think anything weird about that…?”

I blushed deeply, “That’s okay… I’ll wear this.”

I put my arms through the two sleeve holes that barely covered the tops of my arms just past the shoulders. I found the first button and put it together from top to bottom. I was trying to bend over to get the three crotch snaps for the crotch when Ivy said, “Here, let me help you with those…” and she had them done in two seconds. I blushed as her hands were on my crotch again.

“It’s not that bad, I guess,” she told me, looking at me.

I could just see myself in the vanity mirror and shook my head, “It is that bad… Can we go get something else already?”

She nodded and picked me up gently before sitting me down on the ground to let me stand next to the bed. I couldn’t see the top from the ground and knew I would struggle to climb it independently. She began walking with a massive stride that I struggled to keep up with down the hallway. The bag she’d pulled the awful outfit out of was slung over her shoulder. I guessed it must have been her purse because she dug out her car keys and said, “Okay, this way to the garage,” she motioned for me to follow her.

Inside the garage, I noticed that it was quite warm. I realized I’d never asked what the climate was like here. If it was like when I left home, I was not nearly dressed enough. “What temperature is it outside today?” I asked.

“High is eighty?” she told me.

“Ahhh…. Sooo much better than back home!”

“What was it there?”

“The high was supposed to be twenty-eight yesterday,” I told her. “Coldest winter on record, I think… It was negative digits for about three weeks straight.”

I walked to the passenger side of the car and stared at the behemoth in front of me. It could have served as a tank or something in my home dimension! I knew there was no way to reach the door handle to open it. I waited patiently for her to open the front door but was a little surprised when she opened the back door of the four-door sedan. My eyes bugged out when I saw the rear-facing car seat sitting well above my head. I felt myself picked up as I said, “What…?”

“Sorry, Nick, but as long as someone is your size, they have to ride in car seats. The law says that anyone under one-hundred-twelve pounds has to sit in a rear-facing car seat.”

“One-hundred-twelve pounds?” I asked… “Even with as big as you all get, that’s kind of strict, isn’t it?”

She nodded as she lay me down in the car seat. “Lots of people are complaining about the new law, but your average kid would never know the difference if they grew up with it. It’s about preschool or kindergarten now that they’ll be able to face forward.”

I allowed her to maneuver my arms through the straps, and I was quickly strapped in just like I had been in the pod earlier. “Listen, I know you may not want to hear this, but you do look adorable like this.”

She closed the door before I could respond and went to her side of the car. I looked at my feet and realized that I didn’t have any shoes on. Just a lacy pair of socks that hadn’t been noticed with everything else being thrown at me. As she sat down, I asked, “Do you have a pair of shoes I can wear in the store?”

I realized then that a mirror was available for me to look at her forward and see her sort of out of the reflection of the rearview mirror. “Sorry, Nick, I wasn’t given any at the portal….” She paused, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but if you want to shop quickly, you’ll probably just need to ride in the cart where we’re going, so you won’t need to walk anyway.” Again, she paused, and I could see a sympathetic look, “Besides, because you’re so little, it’d look really out of place for you to be walking beside me.”

I could see myself in the reflection and guessed that was probably true. “How far is the store?”

“About ten minutes if there’s no traffic… Right now, it’ll probably be about twenty.”

I nodded and lay back in the seat, and looked around me. The straps that held me down seemed wider to me than the seat belts back home. A middle piece connected the straps, and I guessed it would be difficult to get out of the seat with it buckled. The buckle was visible to me with a red release button, but I didn’t think it was a good idea to play with it while driving. I couldn’t see much from the seat, and I must have dozed off as she drove.
 

IVY WAS BESIDE herself with how adorable Holly was! She intended to take things slowly with her, hoping that the girl would actually grow to like her. ‘I don’t want her to fear me like Katie’s Littles do!’ So far, Holly seemed to be in shock, though. She had expected her to fight her a lot more, try to run away, or at least cuss or bite her like she had seen in the hospital before with other dimensional Littles. She feared the outfits and the diapers would have pushed her over the edge. But there really wasn’t much choice at the time.

It was normal for a traveler to have a wet diaper or two after coming through the portal as their body adjusted. She had intentionally not told her about the one she’d changed when she first got home. It was probably best for both of them if she kept that one a secret indefinitely. She’d also not asked Holly if she needed to potty before they left, hoping that she’d have another wet diaper to change while they were out at the store.

She had plenty of diapers in the diaper bag but no spare outfits. She hadn’t been lying when she told Holly that she had arrived smaller than expected! Her mom would come to pick up all of the clothes bought before her arrival. She would get them from the nursery while they were out and get the smaller sizes. With Holly being in twelve to eighteen-month size clothes, she would have so many more adorable options to pick out than she’d hoped for! Based on her height back home, she had really planned on her being a 2T to 3T. An infant-sized Little was an amazing surprise since she’d refused to intentionally intercede on that part of her new Little.

For now, she was going to behave herself in the store. Maybe she could buy a few dresses if Holly seemed agreeable on this trip, but extremely babyish onesies, rompers, and extra frilly dresses seemed like salt in the deep wound of the new girl. But of course, some cute pajamas and some short sets and shortalls would be necessary. Ivy planned to push the dresses as being easier to reach a pull-up for the potty… She was going to buy one of those little potties too while they were out.

‘So many things to buy and so little time!’ She smiled, ‘The potty’s going to almost be a waste, though, since I don’t plan on using it with her for a long time. I’ll just try and pick out a cheap one.’

She already knew that reusable training panties were also on her shopping list, but she suspected that there was no way Holly’s tiny waist was going to hold up the ones at this store. She was skinny as a rail and would definitely need some clothing in 12-month sizes, depending on the brand. She also intended to buy some disposable training panties that would barely be small enough for her. Then, when they started getting used too often with accidents, she’d go back for more cute diapers like she had her in now.

For now, she planned to let her little girl at least mostly pretend to be a big girl…

She grabbed the diaper bag from the front seat and walked over to Holly’s side. She was so cute sleeping there that she took a quick picture and sent it to her mom. Once she put her phone away, she couldn’t help but check her diaper, hoping that it was already wet!
 

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Seems Too Good Chapters 9 and 10 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 9: 'Big Girl'
 

“WHAT THE HELL???” I said as someone touched me in a very private place! It jolted me awake!

“Shhh…” Ivy said with a horrified look on her face and looked around like she was afraid of something, “There are going to be a lot of new rules you’ll have to get your head around this dimension as a Little here, but one of the first is to watch your language!”

I looked up at the giant, looked at myself locked into the car seat, and finally remembered where I was. “Ugh…” I complained, “Sorry, I’m not used to anyone being in my personal space, though. Especially down there... What were you doing anyway?” I asked.

She blushed, “Just checking your diaper,” she told me.

“I don’t need them - you do know that, right?”

She shrugged, “A lot of Littles say they don’t need diapers when they come through, but it ends up not being the truth for many. The trip does something to many of you, causing at least temporary incontinence.”

I noticed then that my bladder was calling for some attention, “I do need to go now, though. Could we please stop by the bathroom on the way in?”

I looked at her face as it twisted through several emotions that I didn’t know her well enough to read. Finally, she began undoing the car seat harness quickly and said, “Of course, let’s get you to the potty,” she said.

She freed my arms from the car seat’s straps and then placed me on her side like a mom would do with her baby while she slung her bag on the other side like a… ‘Like a diaper bag,’ I realized suddenly. ‘How did I miss that earlier?’ I blushed. It was beyond embarrassing to know that all anyone would likely see was a mom carrying her cute baby girl. Ivy bypassed the waiting rows of carts and took me into a door that had the universal skirted figure on it. I blushed even more as I realized another part of what being a girl really meant for me now. She looked around the large bathroom room of ten stalls and pushed the door open to the only available one.

Immediately I think we both got a little green at the sight of the toilet sitting there. There was poop inside the bowl, poop and pee on the seat, and somehow more on the floor around it. I needed to go, but I wasn’t about to consider using that one even if my body hadn’t been altered…

Without saying a word, Ivy retreated and gently held me while we patiently waited for a stall to open. I could feel my need to go urgently growing by the second. It felt a little different where the sense of urgency came from, but I knew without a doubt what it meant - the urine needed out now! Time ticked on seemingly forever until a mom connected to her baby with a baby sling stepped out of a stall.

“All yours,” she said to Ivy as she rushed me into the stall and shut the door. She sat me down for just a second and hung her bag from a hook on the door.

Knowing that I couldn’t wait much longer, I clawed at the buttons at the bottom of the romper and did my best to untape the diaper. But unfortunately, the tapes were so stuck on that I couldn’t get them to come off!

“Let me do it,” Ivy said quietly, and she opened the diaper without a problem. She pulled the romper up in her arms to leave my bottom exposed and gently held me under the arms, precariously balancing me on the enormous seat.

“I could fall in!” I said as I looked down, and urine gushed nearly without control from an unfamiliar place in my body.

“I’ve got you,” Ivy said with a smile.

It was the first time I had seen what had been done to me with my own eyes, and I felt tears stream down my face as I realized my life was completely changed now. ‘Maybe it can still be better, though…’ the optimist in me tried to push in. I mentally slapped that voice as I watched the urine pour from my new vagina for a few more moments. Right then, I felt a more familiar rumble and pushed my bowels open too. A log joined the urine in the bowl, and there was silence for a moment before Ivy asked, “All done?”

I nodded, “Could you pass…?” I was going to ask, but she already had a wad of toilet paper in her hand. I expected her to hand it to me, but instead, she took charge of wiping my new vagina and then my butt. It was a very odd and uncomfortable sense while she did both firmly, making me blush more.

She picked me up and said, “What a big girl you are!” and hugged me. She grabbed the diaper and walked over to a trash can, where she placed it inside. Then she pulled down one of the infants changing tables and hung her purple bag from an attached hook. She opened it, and I confirmed there was no doubt that it was definitely a diaper bag and not a purse. The matching purple changing pad that she pulled out left my stomach twisting. I watched as she placed the mat on the table before placing me down on it.

I was pushed down onto my back quickly before I knew what had happened. Ivy whispered, “I know now that you can use the potty, but we don’t have any panties for you. So you’ll need to keep wearing a diaper for the rest of this trip.”

I blushed but nodded as she effortlessly picked up my ankles in one hand like one would a real baby. She slid a new diaper under my bottom like an experienced mother. She quickly fastened it closed without putting any powder or anything on me. I hoped that meant that she really believed that I didn’t need it. She secured the snap buttons on the romper, picked me back up, packed the changing pad back in the bag, walked to the sink, washed her hands, and then mine in the sink. Just as she gathered me back up, there was a commotion at the doorway.

“You bitch, you can’t do this to me! I’m a free little!”

“Correction, you were a free little. I have all the evidence I need to know you’re not ready to be a big boy on your own with those wet pants.” A tall Amazon woman held a struggling boy’s arm as she dragged him inside the room. As he kicked her shin and tried to make a break for it, she yanked his arm again and pulled him over her knee. I gasped as she proceeded to rip his clothing off and spanked him. ‘That’s… a man… it’s not a boy!’

He was probably a foot taller than I’d ended up and looked like he had been a bodybuilder or something, with his muscles impressively bulging. A heavy beard about his face became covered in slobbery drool as he began crying and begging for the woman to stop.

“Now then, if you’re done with your temper tantrum, let’s get you in your diaper, and we’ll go get you all registered and adopted legally.” As we passed by, the lady looked at us, “Look at that baby girl; you’ll think she’s a big girl here in the next few days!”

Ivy carried me out to the cart area and whispered, “Sorry you had to see that.”

She sat me down in the cart seat and buckled the safety strap across my lap.

I found myself staring at the rest of the sights around me as she began pushing the cart. All around me were adults being pushed around in carts, carried on hips, placed in infant carriers, and even moved around in strollers. Diaper bulges were the first sign that things weren’t right for them. One would think they might have just been amazon babies, but one look at the naked breasts of one girl told me that they were… or at least had been adults. That girl had a set of plastic teething keys in her mouth dripping with slobber while snot poured from her nose onto her face. Her ‘mom’ didn’t seem to notice or care as she pushed her by us.

As Ivy pushed the cart down the aisles, I couldn’t help but notice that there were more of those adults than actual babies and kids. Some were obviously being forced to behave, while others had an almost vacant, drugged-out gaze on their faces. Maybe two had something that looked like a genuine smile on their faces.

I was now sure that everything I’d heard about the place was true and that it might not have gone far enough in the descriptions! Ivy pushed the cart to an area that I recognized as the baby section by all of the pictures and signs of smiling babies. She started walking right into the diaper aisle, much to my horror.

“Let’s see…” she said and kept pushing the cart down until she reached a small section with cloth training panties. I watched her thumb through a couple racks before she whispered to me, “I don’t see any small enough for you…?”

“Can you get the smallest size, and maybe they run small?” I suggested.

She looked at me oddly but shrugged and threw in a pack that I saw was marked ’24 months’ for the size. I groaned when I realized I probably was too small unless they shrank a lot. She pushed the cart back to the disposable diapers, and I noticed that the brands were familiar and different at the same time. The Pull-Ups packages were in obvious boy and girl designs, but the characters were unfamiliar to me on them. She reached down and dug through before pulling out a large box I saw labeled ‘12-24 Months’ for the size.

I grimaced, but it would be better than diapers, at least. Maybe we would find some real underwear somewhere else. ‘Surely other stores might have a better selection?’

A mom pushed a cart with a Little inside, and an unbelievably tall Amazon toddler clung to the front of the cart. “Oh, such a beautiful baby girl you have. Looking to potty-train her already?”

Ivy shrugged, “She’s really smart and keeps telling me when she needs to go potty. She’s made it a couple times when I’ve held her over the big girl potty, so we thought we’d go ahead and see if she’s ready…?”

“I bet Mommy’s not ready, though, huh?” she told Ivy with a laugh. She patted her toddler’s head and said, “I waited a little extra time with Hannah here; I just couldn’t bring myself to have a big girl yet! We finally trained her late a few months back!”

“I’m a big girl. I’m five!” the little girl said to us. “Baby!” She pointed at me.

“Yes, she is a baby compared to you, Hannah, but it looks like she will be a big girl like you before long!” The lady then patted the head of the Little in the cart. “I adopted little Mindy here to take care of my mothering needs after I trained Hannah.”

I looked at the woman who squirmed in the cart seat. She tried to hide behind her hair, and I could tell she didn’t like the attention. She was only dressed in a t-shirt, and a swollen diaper yellowed with her urine. Her head ended up closer to her ‘mommies’ body, and she said, “No, Mindy, it’s not quite time for that yet,” and the girl jolted backward as far as she could in the seat.

I didn’t get it… The mom said, “Well, we’ll let you get back to your shopping. We need some more diapees for Mindy, but they’re out of the little ones we like.”

The poor girl looked at me more, and I waved at her for some reason. I had kept quiet the whole exchange, and as Ivy pushed me away, she whispered, “Good girl!”

She went down another aisle, and I realized we were at the training potties. She dug around for a few minutes without asking my opinion. I was turning red at having to use something so babyish but remembered the insecure feeling on the toilet a short while ago. ‘It’s probably a good idea,’ I admitted.

She placed one she decided on in the cart and asked, “You ready to be a big girl?”

I noticed several moms walking by and played it safe by saying, “Big girl!” back to her.

She smiled and walked to the clothing. She dug through the racks and threw in some shorts and t-shirts that were honestly the least offensive of the options. As she came to some sets, she showed me, “These all have snaps to help change your diapees… I figure you don’t want that.”
 

IVY COULDN’T HELP her glee as she shopped in the clothes section. Holly was the perfect size to wear either infant-style clothing for pre-walkers or toddler-style clothes. Though she’d prefer to keep her on the infant side of things, she knew Holly wasn’t ready for that yet. Her reactions to the Littles she’d encountered so far were better than she’d expected, but clearly, she was scared and still in shock.

She held up the first dress and whispered to her, “If you’re wearing a dress, you don’t have to worry about all of those snaps to pull down your panties.”

She’d blushed but nodded, and she’d taken that as permission to throw in six more dresses before deciding she’d gotten a bit more carried away than she planned to. This store was the perfect place to shop for baby clothes because the babies wouldn’t stay in one size too long – the quality of the outfits didn’t matter as much then. Unfortunately, with a Little, they needed better quality clothes to last longer since they didn’t grow. She definitely needed to take her shopping somewhere else for most of her new wardrobe. Glancing at her watch, though, she saw it was already almost four, and she needed to get Holly home for a nap before taking her to dinner to meet her new grandparents.

Ivy pushed the cart and looked down at Holly, who was looking everywhere. She looked like a typical toddler needing to get up and do something because she’d been cooped up and bored too long. Of course, there were less-shocking stores to have taken Holly to for her first outing, but Ivy wouldn’t hide the truth about this world. Holly’s eventual fate was inevitable, and it was pointless to try and shield her from that.

Sure, she would let her try and use the potty… but after a couple of weeks, she knew that Holly would begin to fail at that. Then she would introduce her to the rest of her new life. ‘I hope that she’ll accept it quicker by doing it gradually!’

‘Although I wish I wasn’t being so kind,’ she thought to herself as she felt her breasts ache. ‘I’ve been pumping for a week already, even before I held her!’

The pile of clothes and baby gear in the cart was more extensive than she would have liked on this first trip, but unfortunately, she’d planned on having a much bigger girl! She’d expected her to be about the size of a three-year-old when she came through, but she’d shrank a lot! She looked around at several mothers with Littles that were small enough to be held in the chest carriers they wore and smiled, knowing that her little was smaller than many of them!

Ivy grabbed a hairbrush and some hair accessories before she moved to the checkouts. Standing in line for a cashier, a teenage girl bent down and waved at Holly, “Hi!” She gave Holly the type of smile reserved for real babies.

Holly looked at Ivy for a second before saying ‘Hi,’ back to her with a shy smile. Her acting skills were impeccable as she leaned her head into Ivy to hide from the scary stranger. ‘I hadn’t told her anything else on how to act because I would let her decide how fast or slow I took her down the road.’ she thought. ‘Maybe faster is going to be the plan!’

“She’s adorable!” Then, the girl audibly cooed at me, “How old is she?”

“Fifteen months,” she said and winked at Holly, hoping that would clue her in.

“And already getting a big girl potty and big girl underwear?” she asked.

Ivy nodded, “She’s been following me to the potty for the last few months, and when I’ve held her over it, she’s gone… The second she wets or messes, she comes to me for a change… I think she’ll train quickly.”

“That seems really young! Aren’t you going to miss having your sweet baby depend on you?” she asked.

‘Yes… I am…’ Ivy thought to herself but said, “She’ll still depend on me in other ways. I’ve read studies that you have a harder time later if you don’t encourage them when they want to train. Lord knows I don’t want to deal with her pooping her diapers at age six or seven like a Little.”

The girl nodded, “I think my childcare teacher said something like that last semester.”

Ivy nodded, “She’s right.”

“Say, she’s adorable… if you ever need a sitter, I do babysitting on nights and weekends?”

Ivy looked at her, and the protective mother wanted to say ‘no’ curtly, but the teenage girl seemed to be dressed appropriately and held some school supplies in her basket. The shirt she wore was for her school’s cheer squad, and she guessed she was probably a pretty good student. A little on the shorter side of only about eight feet tall, but she’d still easily be able to manage a Little her new daughter’s size. “What’s your number?” Ivy asked and noted the confused and scared expression on Holly’s face.

They traded information just before they reached the front of the conveyor with her stuff piled on it.
 
 

Chapter 10: Potty Training
 

I BLUSHED AS Ivy talked with a girl less than half my age about possibly babysitting me! ‘I didn’t need a babysitter!’ I thought to myself, annoyed. A few minutes later, I was even more embarrassed as the cashier rang up the training potty and training pants. “Oh my, this little thing isn’t ready for potty training already, is she?”

Ivy nodded and said, “Believe it or not, I think she’s ready to be a big girl.”

“Wow… she’s so tiny, I can’t imagine that!”

“And that’s why we have the smallest training panties we could find,” Ivy laughed and protectively put her arm around me.

The whole trip through the store could have been a horror movie. I saw one poor little getting yelled at about walking instead of crawling; the mom had shoved him down aggressively. It had shocked me that no one stepped in. Then, not ten seconds later, his ‘mother’ had smacked his butt for not crawling fast enough. I hadn’t seen one person my size walking around freely on their own, and I now knew that I had been sold a bill of goods…

I was terrified to think of how I would deal with being mistreated like those Littles. I was small enough that I didn’t stand a chance of defending myself! The lady finished ringing up Ivy, and I noticed a bit of a commotion across the next register.

“Awwww… Are you buying baby her first diapees?” The cashier asked a woman holding a college-aged girl with a big, unmistakable wet spot going down her legs. A large box of diapers, wipes and a changing mat sat in front of her on the belt.

“Yep, she thought she was a big girl going to college, but she couldn’t keep her pants dry in my class. I had permission already to adopt her if she made another mistake. We’re going to get her into the nice thick diapees she needs, and then we’ll get her registered with the state today. Tomorrow I might even let her still go to class if I can find a playpen to hold her. Her classmates can coo and play with her,” she said as she squeezed the poor girl and kissed her on the head.

“You can’t do this to me!” The girl shouted.

“Do you want this pacifier to plug her up with?” The cashier asked her.

“Good idea!” the woman said happily.

I watched in horror as a pacifier was ripped from packaging and shoved in the girl’s mouth. The odd thing was she did a twist to the shield and then let go. The girl tried to pull it out of her mouth and began crying more as she looked in pain and couldn’t get the pacifier to come out no matter what she tried!

“Thanks, those locking pacifiers are such a godsend with new Littles! I figure we’ll give her a week and see if she settles in before we think about taking her teeth. If she’s a good girl and doesn’t bite Mama, I might let her keep them!”

“Well, if you like your teethers, you better be a good baby girl for your mama!” The cashier was saying as Ivy pushed me away from the scene.

I felt several tears going down my face as we reached her car. Finally, she looked down at me and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m scared,” I told her honestly. “That was horrifying!”

She hugged me before she sat me down in the car seat and began buckling me up, “I promise I’m not ever going to threaten you or treat you like that woman did that girl.”

“Why can…?”

“Shh…” she said to me, “this isn’t the place to have this conversation. When we get home, then we can talk some more.”

I nodded as people walked around like everything in their world was normal. I began to think that it apparently wasn’t normal to allow someone like me to even consider using the potty! Sure, it was going to be a baby’s potty, but given the size of the adult ones, I didn’t think I had a lot of options. She wasted no time turning on the car with the air conditioner running while she unloaded the bags of items into the trunk of her car.

When she was inside and buckled in, she asked, “You okay?”

I shrugged and said, “I honestly don’t know.”

“I promise you I’ll never abuse you like you saw them all doing. Not every Amazon is like that,” she added. The car began moving, and I once again found myself bored as I had nothing to do. I knew the information from the article definitely wasn’t just sensationalist garbage… this was real, and I was an idiot for coming!

‘Is she just saying she’s not like them…?’ was the question I was asking myself.

The trip back to her house didn’t seem as long then, and I waited patiently while she backed into the garage before coming around to my side. I was curious and tried the buckle on the harness myself, but even though I figured I was doing it right, I didn’t have the strength to undo it. Ivy saw me trying and, to my surprise, didn’t scold me, “I doubt you’ll be able to get it. They have it designed to where the occupant can’t really get at it from the right angle, and your strength is a lot less than mine.”

She reached in and undid the buckle with minimal effort to prove it. Then, she grabbed me under my armpits and helped me down to the ground. I followed her around to the trunk, and she said, “Here, you want to help me with these two bags?”

I grabbed the bags she handed me that had the cloth training panties and another with a half-dozen outfits inside. She had the others in one hand and the large box of pull-ups in the other. I watched as she managed to open the door to the house from the garage, and I followed her inside.

As I walked through the kitchen, I looked around more than I had before and noticed a neutral-colored high chair sitting beside the table. “Let’s take this all to your room, and I’ll go back for your potty,” Ivy told me as she led me further into the house. So far, I’d only been in the master bedroom where I’d woken up, so it was the first time I would see the room that I was to have at her house.

When Ivy opened the door, I smiled at the sight of my made bed from home in a corner against the wall. My computer desk and chair were nestled on an adjacent wall beside it. I could tell they had shrunk down some as the room seemed huge for them, but I still felt like a kid compared to the items. ‘At least it’s not a crib…?’ I thought to myself, ‘At this point, I expected her to open the door to a nursery!’

“Just set this all down on your bed for now,” she told me.

I did as she asked and noticed that I would have to work a little harder to get onto the bed now. It wasn’t any worse than a kid climbing onto their parents’ bed and definitely more doable than her bed had been, but it was much taller to me than it had been before my move. I set my two bags on the bed and pulled myself onto it. I noticed an odd sound and wondered if she had put some different mattress protector on it… ‘I’ll have to check later,’ I thought.

“Why don’t you start pulling out everything from the bags, and I’ll go get your potty,” she told me.

“Then can we get me out of this diaper?” I asked.

She patted me on the head, “Of course!”

I quickly helped her and felt like I would get an overload of sugar as I pulled out each item. They really were some of the least frilly and most mature options in the store… but that didn’t say much. Finally, I found the cloth training panties and struggled to open the plastic package. I hated that this was the most mature article of clothing we could find for me with underwear at the store. ‘I wonder if I could special order smaller panties?’

Just as I managed to open the package, Ivy came back in and asked, “shall we see if those fit?”

I nodded and started to try and pull myself from the outfit.

“Do you mind if I just go ahead and help you get undressed?” she asked me.

I shrugged and said, “It might be quicker. I am not a fan of this for getting in and out of this!”

She smiled and pushed me on my back on the bed and started popping snaps from the bottom of the outfit. “Here, let me get your arms out of this,” she said and pulled the romper from underneath me and off my arms, leaving me naked but the diaper. As she went to untape it, she squeezed the padding and said, “Still keeping dry, you’re doing much better than normal Littles!” she told me with a smile.

I blushed and felt a bit of foolish pride at the same time. “I’m not exactly from your dimension?”

She tugged on one tape, “No, but normally portal Littles aren’t that much different,” she pulled the other tape, “either.”

She pulled the diaper out from underneath me and balled it up before helping me stand on the bed. “Okay, let’s try these cloth ones first…” she told me. “Here you go,” she said.

I looked at the training panty she handed me and felt nervous. It was such a babyish item, just as much as a diaper, but it felt enormous. I pulled the purple and pink padded underwear up to my waist and let go. I then watched them promptly fall down to my knees. “Awwww…” I cried out.

“More than a little too big for you, I’m afraid….” she told me.

“Do you think they’d shrink if you washed them in really hot water?”

She shrugged, “Maybe, they are cotton. I guess we can try it. It’s just one pack, so it’s not a lot of money wasted if they don’t.”

I grimaced, “I guess I should try on the disposable ones?”

She nodded, and I watched her use a pair of scissors she’d brought in with her to pierce the tape and open up the box. She pulled one of the plastic packs of diapers… pull-ups… out of the pack and soon handed me one. The pink and purple garment felt anything but mature, but I bit my tongue, pulled it up my legs, and was happy that it stayed up.

“That looks better,” she said and, without warning, used a finger to check the waistband, “still almost too big, but I think it’ll work if you don’t have any accidents.”

“I’m not intending to!” I reminded her.

“Let’s make sure the potty will work for you…” she said. I looked at the box and felt like groaning. It said ‘Princess Potty’ on it and was touted as working as a step stool too. She pulled the pink potty and the pieces out of the box and removed the plastic wrap. “Let’s put it in the bathroom so you can get to it,” she said. I climbed down from my bed and followed her down the hallway, wearing only the pull-up. I was cold from the air conditioning and more than a bit self-conscious as I walked. In a hallway bathroom adjacent to my room, she sat the plastic potty down across the gigantic ceramic toilet. “Need to go at all?”

I shrugged, “I haven’t really drank much of anything today…?” I paused, “I’ll try, though.”

“Once you do, we’ll get you dressed and something to drink… we can’t have you not drinking anything and getting dehydrated! I didn’t even think about that earlier.”

“I wasn’t thirsty,” I told her honestly. “I drank a little after I threw up, though.” The potty was clearly meant for toddlers in height, but I had to admit it looked almost too big to be sitting there. A juvenile white crown was inlaid against the pink back seat of the potty, and I imagined many wannabe princesses probably loved the look of it. But, in my case, I just sighed… I put my back to it and pulled the pull-up down to sit down. I pushed for a couple moments before a tinkle came out, and I peed for a few seconds.

As soon as I started to do so, the potty made a musical sound that startled me. The flow stopped as it scared me. “What was that?”

Ivy laughed, “I guess it’s meant to make you feel good about using the potty. You done?”

I pushed for another moment and restarted the stream for a second before saying, “Okay, I’m done. Can you hand me some…” I tried to speak, but she already had a wad in her hand that she gave to me.

“Wipe really good between your lips and front to back.”

“I’m a doctor… I do know that.”

“Sorry, it’s easy to forget,” she admitted.

I stood and pulled the pull-ups up my legs and stepped away. I watched Ivy pull a small bowl of my urine out of the potty. She gingerly dumped and flushed its contents in the actual toilet. Ivy rinsed it out in the sink before picking me up to help me reach the sink to wash my hands. “Let’s get you something else to wear,” she told me once she washed her own hands and set me back down on the ground.

I nodded and followed the tall giant back to my room. I had to run three or four steps for every step she took to keep up. “I told you earlier, dresses probably make your life easier… Does that work for you for tonight?”

I shrugged, “I guess….?”

She held up a short-sleeved pink dress with butterflies, “This one?”

“Would you hate me if I said it’s horrible?”

She laughed, “I think it’s cute!” I made a face, “Okay, maybe a little horrible, but it’s soft, and I think it’ll work for you right now?”

I motioned for her to hand it to me, pulling it over my head. She was right; the material was a knit material that was very soft. As I pulled it down, I was grateful to see it nearly reached my knees and fully covered the babyish Pull-Up.

“Perfect size!” she told me. “You look adorable!”

I looked down and blushed, “I guess so...”

“Let’s go get you a drink,” she told me.

I nodded and followed her down the hallway to the kitchen. From my perspective on the floor, I couldn’t see anything she was doing except when she opened the fridge and asked, “Milk, alright?”

I shrugged, “Juice or tea, maybe?”

She nodded, “Okay, we can do that.” A second later, she handed me a cup that looked like one I’d seen around some of my patients. It didn’t have a spout, but it was a sippy cup designed to drink from any angle of the cup.

“A sippy cup?” I asked nervously.

“Prefer a bottle?” she asked.

“No…? A regular cup?” I suggested.

She knelt down and looked at me from my level, “Nick, you’re going to have to trust me here… If I don’t have you at least drinking from this - which is the least babyish option, by the way - you’re going to get a lot of stares, and people are going to know you’re a Little. When they know that… well, you saw how some can be at the store?”

I groaned but nodded, “Okay… I guess this is fine.”

“Good, because I can always go buy you some baby bottles instead if you change your mind!” she patted my head and said, “Why don’t you bring that with you to your room? I’ll gather up your stuff, and then as soon as you’ve had some of that to drink, take a nap?”

“A nap?”

“You can’t tell me you’re not tired after everything today?”

My body betrayed me with a yawn right then, “I guess… But I’d probably be good for another six or seven hours.”

“That might be true, but we’re going to meet my parents for dinner tonight… I think it’d be good for you to be rested for that.” She paused, “Also, our days are longer than you’re used to, so it would be a good idea if you want to stay alert tonight?”

I looked up at her and decided she was probably right, “I guess I could sleep for a bit… I’ll try. At least it’s my own bed. Thanks to that move, I haven’t got to sleep on it for weeks!”

She led me back down the hallway as I took some tentative drinks from the cup. It wasn’t that bad, and I knew they’d come up with some adult versions of the cups. My friends with kids claimed the kid’s ones worked better, though! I drank about half the cup as she gathered the clothes and left my pull-ups right in the open by my bed. She pulled back my covers and patted the bed.

I took one last long draw from the cup and handed it to her before I curled up under the covers. “I’m glad you’re here,” she told me with a smile.

“Thanks for having me,” I told her, wondering if I was being honest. I tried to get comfortable with my pillows. I grabbed one and hugged it like a teddy bear-like I always did as I turned to face the wall away from her. She was right, I was tired, and I was out pretty quickly.

 

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Seems Too Good Chapters 11 and 12 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 11: Going Out
 

IVY WATCHED FROM the doorway as her new daughter slept in the bed she’d brought from her home dimension. She’d nearly thrown it out when it arrived with her stuff… but she really wanted to bring her along slowly to the idea of being cared for as a typical little. Her hormones were absolutely messing with her head and that plan, though! She’d had to pump as soon as Holly had gone to sleep due to her breasts being painfully full.

‘Holly’ still didn’t know that was her new name… she’d have to get around to telling her that when she woke up. It was a little impressive that she’d made it through the trip to the store without needing that bit of information shared! ‘She’s so adorable sleeping there! I can’t wait to be able to move her to her real room!’

She left the sight, slowly closing the door, and called her mom, “Hey, Mom,” she said.

“Hi Ivy, how is she doing?”

“Napping right now. We managed to get Holly some clothes and panties in her size.”

“You’re kidding? They don’t even make panties that small, do they?”

“Just diaper covers,” Ivy found herself laughing lightly. “We tried the smallest size of cloth training pants they had, but they just fell right off her. I’m going to humor her and wash them in the hottest cycle of the washer and dry them as hot as I can… maybe they’ll shrink to fit her, but I doubt it. For now, I have her in Pull-Ups.”

“I didn’t know they made those that small either?”

“They have some twelve to twenty-four-month ones they sell. It’s only in the ones that change color when they wet, but at least Holly can feel like she has the freedom to pull her own underwear up and down for the moment.”

“I can’t believe you haven’t just kept her diapered and put her in that beautiful nursery you put together!” her mom told her.

“Mom… I’ve seen how it is with so many other Littles and their mothers… I want us to have a good relationship, not just one brought on by fear of a spanking or worse punishments.”

“You could just use hypnosis, you know…?”

“Well… I really don’t want to have Holly’s bright brain melted away. She honestly is a hell of a surgeon… I wish she came through bigger so that maybe I could have kept my end of the bargain with her.”

“I don’t know why you even care, baby? If I had ever adopted a Little, I sure wouldn’t have stopped to worry about her feelings there - she needs to just accept as her mother, you know best! I was just lucky enough to be able to have kids the normal way.”

“I wish I could,” Ivy told her mom and decided to change the subject. “Were you able to make those exchanges of clothes and diapers?”

“Yes. Everyone knows how it goes with adopting an unknown new little, so no one batted an eye.”

“If you can hang onto everything until we can get out of the house again another day, you can then sneak it all back into the nursery,” Ivy responded to her mother with a sigh.

“You know the sneaking is just a waste of time if you’re putting her back in diapers like she should be anyway…?” Her mom sounded a little exasperated then.

“Just give it a shot with my plan! I think we’ll all be happier later!” Ivy told her mom, “Anyway, are we still good to meet at Egberts?”

“Seven o’clock, right?”

“Make it Seven-thirty. She just went down for her nap at four, and I know it’ll take a little bit when we get her up to get her ready.”

“She’ll be in one of her pull-ups?”

“Yes, Mom… please just treat her like a regular granddaughter. No pushing buttons with her because she’s a Little, please? Encourage her as a big girl?”

“You take the fun out of things, sweetie, but I’ll behave as long as she behaves.”

“Thanks, Mom; tell Dad the rules too, please. We’ll see you in a bit! Love you!”
 

I WOKE UP to Ivy moving about the room. My bed made for a comforting anchor to my reality back home, but her hand flipping up my dress without warning broke that.

“What are you doing?”

“Seeing if your stars are still on your Pull-Up?” she told me with a smile.

I looked down, suddenly scared that, for some reason, my potty training would have left me. Fortunately, the stars Ivy referenced were still there, and the Pull-Up was dry. “You could just ask?” I told her.

She shrugged, “Might as well get you used to this fact. No adult here will ask. They’ll check for themselves because Littles and babies don’t always know or tell the truth.”

I groaned and sat up, “You said we’re going to dinner with your parents now?”

“As soon as we get you changed into another dress and do your hair,” she told me.

I looked at her with a bit of shock that I was changing into yet another dress. Looking down at the skirt, I saw wrinkles in the one I was wearing, so I shrugged, “What’s the next dress?”

She held up a yellow dress with lace that edged very puffy sleeves and the bottom of the skirt. It ballooned out from a tall waistline, and I knew it was definitely designed as an infant-style dress. ‘Girls don’t wear these after they turn two!’ I don’t know if she expected me to put up an argument, but I knew that was pointless. The way I saw it, no physical resistance was possible from someone my size against her or any other full-grown Amazon. I’m sure I might be able to make a quick sprint away like a toddler would, but I’d be caught like that toddler too. I had a feeling the result would likely be complying with whatever they wanted… after who knows what punishments were doled out. I definitely had guesses based on what I had already seen that day and heard about from that article...

That’s what the time in the store had shown me more than anything. It was a hard and scary lesson to learn that the article was just the tip of the truth of the dimension. ‘I don’t think the author got out to some of those places on his tour!’

I crawled off the bed and pulled the dress off over my head like a t-shirt. That left me once again standing mostly naked in only my crinkly Pull-Up.

She handed me a pair of what looked like weird frilly shorts, “What are these?”

“They’re bloomers, you usually wear them over a diaper, but they’ll work with a Pull-Up just fine too.”

“Why?”

“So that little girls don’t show off their real panties in their short dresses,” she smiled at me. “Normally, you try and have something else on a little girl to give them a little more discretion.”

“Oh…” I said with a blush. I pulled the yellow bloomers on over my Pull-Up like a pair of shorts and noted that they ended well above my belly button to fully cover the bulkier missing diaper. There were three layers of really frilly lacy ruffles on the butt, and lace lined the bottom of the leg holes. “Arms up again,” she told me and slid the yellow dress down over my shoulders, zipping it up and tying a bow behind me. Short lacy socks and some black shoes were handed to me. I sat on the edge of the bed to pull them on. I only then realized the point of the bloomers as the dress was too short and would have fully shown the Pull-Up in almost any sitting position. I noted that they were definitely juvenile-looking socks and shoes. Once I was done, she held out her arms and said, “Come with me to the living room.”

I sighed and put my arms out so she could pick me up. Ivy carried me out to the living room and sat me sideways on the couch in front of her with my back to her. “What are you doing now?” I asked.

“Your hair, Silly!” She told me. “It may not have been intended that you be a girl… but you’re not a little boy anymore that can just show up to meet your grandparents for the first time with unkempt hair!”

“Grandparents?” I turned and asked.

“Sorry, kind of a figure of speech?” She said.

“Just so long as I’m not calling you Mommy...,” I told her.

I turned my back to her as she untied the braids in my hair and began brushing through it. “About that…”

I turned back or tried to, but she said, “Sit still so we can multi-task here.”

“What about that?” I asked with a sigh.

“When we’re out and about... it might be better if you did call me some version of Mommy or Mama.”

“Why?” I asked, really wanting to face her for this conversation, but she had my hair tight in her hands as she brushed out a couple snags.

“You saw how most Littles are normally treated earlier… I don’t ever want to demean you or be cruel to you like that.” She paused, “But the truth is others will treat you that way if they realize you aren’t really the baby you appear to be.”

“So what? You want me to pretend to be a year-and-a-half-old baby?”

“You sort of were earlier?”

I sighed, “I’m not stupid! I guessed the rules of the game as soon as we started moving into the store. If I don’t act like that, though… What will people do?”

“Well, teasing or taunting you is a pretty normal thing. Finding ways to humiliate you… In a restaurant, they might insist that you have soft pureed food, or formula, instead of normal food?”

“Eew…” I said, “So what do I have to do?”

“Small words and simple sentences,” she told me.

“Fifteen months is how old I look, huh?” I paused and thought back to the pages of textbooks from my child development classes, “So two-word sentences, and pretend I have about twenty words I can say?”

“That’s about right,” she told me.

I groaned but said, “Okay, you’re Mommy - but only when we’re out!”

“That’s perfect,” she told me.

“By the way… I’m guessing my name is going to have to change?”

She froze and said, “I kind of had to take care of that after the accident at the portal,” she told me.

I sighed, “What’s my new name?”

“Holly Anne?” she said tentatively.

I rolled the name over my tongue and shrugged, “It could have been worse… I guess it’ll do.”

“I thought it would be a pretty name. It’s another flower like my name,” she added quietly.

I really was surprised she let me even pretend to be a ‘big’ girl at this point. You could tell in her voice that she wanted nothing more than to treat me like the other Littles I’d seen. I felt a little like I was living in a bad horror movie with a vampire who wanted to suck my blood, the viewer knew they wanted to, but we both were pretending that she didn’t...

I felt her brushing end and felt the addition of something on my head that pulled on my hair.

“What’s in my hair?” I asked.

“A pretty bow that came with the dress,” she said. “Want to see what you look like?”

I sighed, “Probably not... but I guess… please.”

She picked me up and carried me on her side like a toddler again, and walked to the bathroom where my potty sat. The reflection in the mirror was that of a really adorable baby made up for some sort of special occasion. There was no sign of the man who looked in the mirror this morning back home.

I sighed, “Well, at least I’m not an ugly baby...?”

She smiled at me in the reflection, “Definitely not ugly! We could probably enter you in some pageants or do some modeling with how you look.”

“No, thank you,” I told her. “Somehow, I don’t think they would want me to be potty trained for those.”

“Probably not,” she agreed. “Speaking of that, why don’t you use your big girl potty while I use the other one, and then we’ll go to the restaurant.”

I sighed but stood on the ground once she sat me down. I reached under the dress, pulled the bloomers down, then my Pull-Up, and sat down on the potty. Ivy did the same, and it was a bit disconcerting, really. Nevertheless, I managed to get a stream going and ignored the annoying congratulatory sound. She finished up after me and said, “Good girl!”
 

IVY LOOKED DOWN at her new little, grabbed some toilet paper, and wiped her front and back.

“You know I could do this myself?” she told her.

Ivy laughed, “If you could reach the toilet paper! Besides, you better get used to this… you’re small enough; most people here will believe you shouldn’t even be allowed to use the potty. But, more importantly, while you’re getting used to your new body parts, I don’t want you getting a UTI.”

She watched her frown, and it tore her heart apart, “I’ll try and give you some more space… just know that it’s tough for me to do so.”

Her frown lifted a bit, and she felt her heart flutter. ‘I just want to put her straight into another diaper and put her to my breasts… but that’s not how I’m going to do this…’ she reminded herself. Looking at her watch, she saw the time was short and quickly tossed the contents of Holly’s potty into the real toilet, rinsed it out, and then put it back down. Then, knowing she didn’t have much time, she quickly washed her hands and then picked up Holly and held her for her to do the same.

“Dry your hands on the towel, not your dress,” she found herself scolding as Holly’s male habits seemed to make her just want to use her dress.

Holly blushed, “Sorry… habit.”

“Time to break that one,” she told her. “Let’s get going,” she added and quickly grabbed her and put her on her hip, grabbed her diaper bag, and headed to the garage.

“Give me your arm,” she told Holly as she did one strap at a time and then tightened down the harness for her car seat. She watched Holly squirm as she pulled the center strap tighter and knew it must be an odd feeling for her. The blush as she was stuck inside the babyish seat was adorable, but she couldn’t take it in for long since they had to get going. She quickly closed the door and walked to her side.

The garage door rose, and she began driving towards the restaurant she’d agreed to meet her parents at. ‘I hope Mom behaves herself!’ She’d never had a Little of her own, but she’d always teased and babied her friends, grandchildren, and grand-Littles non-stop. Having explained her plan to her mother, Ivy hoped her mom didn’t blow it but knew that she would have to deal with it if she did.

‘At least Holly hasn’t fought me on anything yet…’ she thought, ‘hopefully she won’t notice the next plan until it’s too late. But, more importantly, hopefully, she won’t blame me for the problems she’s going to have!’
 

IVY DROVE LIKE an overcautious new mother…. Something I had decided she probably intended to be. I wasn’t fooled by the idea of calling her ‘mommy’ just to hide my age like she had talked about earlier. So far, she was at least being nice about it all. I didn’t know if she had my gender altered intentionally… But I really wanted to believe she was being honest on that part.

My gut was beginning to think she was lying about that, though.

The expression in her eyes at dressing me, and wiping me after going to the bathroom, told me she definitely wanted more control. I would definitely be on the lookout for more signs of danger, but I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it even if I saw them. So far, this felt like it might work out okay; at least I wasn’t looking for an apartment or a job right this second!

‘Maybe that’s the bright side of the fact I look like a real baby girl instead of a miniature adult… if that helps me avoid some of the scary things, I guess I’ll take it… even if it means Pull-Ups are the closest thing to real underwear that I can fit into.’

“Ready for this?” She asked me as she unbuckled me and put me onto her side to carry me. The purple bag was then placed over her older shoulder.

“As ready as I can be,” I told her. I looked again at the bag and sighed, ‘It could be worse… with that diaper bag she’s carrying; I’m guessing she’s fully prepared for me to be having accidents.’

I blushed with that thought as we heard “Ivy!” from across the parking lot.

 
 

Chapter 12: Grandparents
 

I LOOKED TO see two older giants sitting on a bench in front of the doors. Several disinterested giants walked into the restaurant around them while they stood and waited for us to approach. These two bore a striking resemblance to Ivy, and I could have guessed they were her parents without being told. Ivy looked exactly like a younger and more fit version of her mother. I thought they were definitely getting older, figuring them to be around seventy, which made sense with the place Ivy was in her life.

“Hi Mom, Daddy,” she said as we got closer.

“Oh my, she is so precious!” her mom said, “Can I hold her?”

She gave me a quick warning look before I was passed over and said, “Hi, Granny,” to her.

Apparently, that was the right move because she cooed and said, “She’s perfect!” and squeezed me, “I’m so glad to have you in our family Holly!”

Her dad looked at me less obsessively as her mom said, “And this is your Grampy!”

“Hi,” I said shyly.

That brought a shake of his head and a smile to his face as he said, “Shall we go eat?”

We went inside to a reasonably nice restaurant with a stereotypical Italian design to the decor. I noticed a few other Littles in there as I glanced around. I knew that wouldn’t seem that odd for a baby to do, so I kept looking around as I was placed into a high chair next to where Ivy hung the diaper bag. I wanted to whine that I didn’t need to sit in one, but that seemed likely to have consequences... So that meant I sat like a ‘good girl’ and let Granny strap me in. Ivy sat down next to me while her parents sat across from us.

“Would you like some crayons for your daughter?” the waitress asked Ivy as she came up.

“Please,” she told her.

“What can I get you all to drink?”

“Water,” Ivy said, “and would you please fill this with some juice for her?” handing her a sippy cup.

“Sure,” she said and smiled at me. “She’s adorable! How old is she?”

“Just hit the fifteen-month mark,” Ivy said with a smile.

“Oh no! She will grow up and be a big girl before you know it!” the waitress said.

“She sort of already has! She started using the big girl potty today!”

“No way!” the waitress said, turning to me, “You’re already using the big girl potty?!?”

I nodded, “Uh-huh, big girl!”

“Sounds like she’s growing up faster than you’re going to know. She’ll be dating boys before you know it, then be off to college, and then having her own babies!”

Ivy laughed, “We’ll enjoy her being a baby still some while it lasts! Even if she does use the big girl potty, she’ll always be my baby!” she tickled my side and said, “huh?”

I couldn’t help but giggle and say, “stop!”

The waitress and my new grandparents all laughed at me as Ivy kissed the top of my head. Her parents gave her their orders, and I soon had a refilled sippy cup, along with a coloring sheet and crayons in front of me. I sighed and looked at Ivy, who had opened the crayon packet unasked, and I began scribbling on the page. I made sure not to use colors that made sense or color in the lines, so it looked like a genuine toddler creation.

“Ivy, I thought you weren’t going to alter her mentally?” Her mom asked.

“I didn’t,” she said quietly, “I told her if she acted like her age when we’re out, we can just treat her like that, and she won’t get picked on.”

As if to emphasize that was a good thing, I heard a commotion a few tables away. Every eye in the restaurant turned, “No!!! I won’t eat that god damned mush!!!!!!” A Little woman dressed in a short romper shouted at her ‘mother’ trying to spoon-feed something from a jar of…. ‘Baby food?’ I could tell she was an adult because her breasts were clearly well developed for her size. ‘Why would you feed an adult baby food?’

I winced as the Little was picked up out of the high chair, her clothes and diaper were ripped off, and she was spanked on her bare butt - right there in the restaurant! By the time I had counted twenty spanks, the small woman was bawling for her to stop. Between the next five, she began peeing on the woman’s lap, and her ‘mom’ got even angrier. “You little bitch!” the woman said.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” a manager walked up to her, “I understand your need to discipline your misbehaving little, but you risked that potty accident when you took off her diaper?”

The lady sighed, “You’re right; I should have known better. Of course, this little girl told me two hours ago that she hadn’t had an accident in years and didn’t need a diaper.” She put another diaper on the woman but didn’t bother putting more clothes on her. “Guess we know that wasn’t true, huh?”

The waiter gave her a grim smile and said, “If you can keep it reasonable, you can stay, but anything further, and I will have to ask you to leave so you don’t disrupt the rest of our guests.”

“Of course, sir.”

Her food was delivered right then, and she returned her little to the high chair. I saw her wince as she was set down on her red bottom. I couldn’t help but continue to stare at her naked upper body and that not a single person thought that her breasts being exposed was strange or obscene!

Right then, our own food arrived at the table, and Ivy asked, “Excuse me, can I get a small plate so I can put her food on it?”

“Sure thing, ma’am,” the girl said.

I found myself thirsty again and reached for the cup. I had the cup in my mouth when the waitress returned with a smile and said, “There you go, cutie!”

Ivy had ordered some sort of fried fish. The crazy thing was that the two filets had to have been twenty inches long a piece! She cut up just a tiny amount of it for me and put it on the plate. She also added some gigantic fries that she pulled apart with her fingers onto the plate before reaching into the diaper bag and grabbing a bib.

I turned red again as she tied it around me, but I didn’t argue. The dress I was wearing couldn’t have been cheap, and I thought it was probably reasonable to protect it. She placed the plate in front of me but didn’t give me silverware. I looked up at her, and she said, “I know you like eating yourself with your hands. Go ahead, Princess,” she whispered to me.

I looked back up at her and sighed before reaching for a piece with my hands and sticking it into my mouth. The fish was delicious, and so were the fries. The flakes were much bigger than any fish I’d had before, almost like a shark steak in texture. As much as I hated that my food was cut up for me and cooling down way too fast, it was pretty good. I noted that there was no way I could ever eat even a quarter of the plates of food they had. By the time I had three pieces left on my plate, I was already feeling full and slowing down.

During a moment when I paused my eating, I looked up and around the restaurant. My eyes widened at the sight of the ‘problem Little’ from earlier. The woman’s ‘mom’ had her shirt pulled down, her breast exposed, and the Little appeared to be breastfeeding from her!

I heard her say, “Don’t worry, I know how you weren’t ready for baby food. So we’ll just stick with breast, which is best!”

I noticed the Little wriggled a little but never came up off the breast as she nursed. The Little was pushed off a moment later, and the mom looked at her, “Bad girl!” she wagged her finger, “No biting! One more time, and we’ll just remove those teeth. You’re not going to need them anymore anyway.”

I looked in horror at the scene.
 

IVY LOOKED AT Holly and noticed her gaze towards the abusive mother in the corner. If that Little was a real baby, she would be legally obligated to report the mother to child protective services. As it was, Little Protective Services might get involved - but she doubted it.

She noticed that Holly wriggled uncomfortably and realized it was probably due to her watching her feed her little from her breast. There was no doubt she could feel her own breasts were already past full again, but she intended to ease her little into that. A sippy cup or two in the next couple of days should be enough to get her addicted to the taste of her milk. She knew that, without a doubt, from studies and experience in pediatrics, Littles quickly became addicted to its effects. So she would pump for the near future until the moment was right, and then she’d switch her little girl right to the source like that mother had.

Holly had three bites left on her plate, and she decided to get her attention, “Holly, can you take three more big girl bites for Mommy?”

Holly looked down at the fork that had speared the fish and resignedly opened her mouth for the bite. Two more later, and she said, “All gone!”

“All gone,” Holly agreed like a real baby would.

She really had been doing a great job of behaving like an actual baby. If anything, she was a little too good of a baby. She’d have to get her to understand squirming and looking suitably bored with sitting. For now, she reached over and wiped her face with a baby wipe, removing the tray and the bib. Ivy held her in her lap possessively while her dad kept eating. ‘He always eats so slow!’
 

I LOOKED OVER at her dad eating still and was actually kind of surprised how comfortable Ivy’s lap was. The way her heartbeat pounded next to my head was oddly soothing. She grabbed the cup she had put on the table and handed it to me to drink the last few ounces. I guessed the cup had been filled with about half a liter, and I was surprised to finish it a moment later.

“Still thirsty?” She asked me.

I shook my head, “No.”

I heard a loud burp and looked over to see the Little that had been my focus over the back of her ‘moms’ shoulder being burped. I blushed at that for some reason. A bit of spittle landed on her mom’s shoulder, which was bare, and she grumbled, “You did that intentionally, you little brat!”

I watched her gather her and carry her out of the restaurant. I smirked that you could still see the pee stain on her pants from her daughter’s accident - I couldn’t help but think that was a little bit of karmic justice!

“Good riddance,” Ivy’s dad said aloud, “I can’t believe there’s no law against that kind of treatment.”

“Now, Trent, we don’t know the full story of how that all came to be. It’s possible that Little had been bad all day long, and that was the final straw!” Granny said, making me feel less inclined to like her.

“I’m with Dad here,” Ivy said. “But no arguing right now. Thank you for dinner. We’re going to go ahead and get home as it’s been a long day for us both.”

“I can understand that, dear,” her mom told us.

She came around as we stood up and felt my pull-up under my dress. I stiffened at the feeling of the finger there, “Still dry?” her mom asked intuitively.

“Yes, and that reminds me... I should take her to the potty really quick.” She paused as she shouldered the bag on her shoulder, “We’ll be right back out.”

I didn’t really feel a significant need to use the bathroom, but I wasn’t going to argue against it. Ivy carried me into the bathroom and opened a giant stall. “Can you pull down your bloomers and panties like a big girl for Mommy?” she asked aloud. I knew that the other two women in the bathroom had to have heard it.

I blushed but pulled them down like she instructed me to. Then, she picked me up under my arms and held me over the colossal toilet.

“Go ahead, sweetie, be a big girl and go potty for Mommy!”

I turned redder and grimaced but forced the awkward feeling muscles to open up and released a stream of urine into the bowl. When I stopped, Ivy asked, “All done?”

“Yes! Big girl!”

“Yes, you are!” She smiled at me with a wink, “My big girl Princess!”

Ivy’s mom stood at the sink and said, “Were you a big girl Holly?”

“Big girl!” I said with a smile.

“She’s adorable,” another lady at a sink said, “How old is she?”

“Fifteen months,” Ivy told her.

“And already potty training?”

“She’s going to be a bright star-like her mother,” Ivy’s mom said. “She actually was completely out of diapers by the time she had her second birthday!”

“Wow… I don’t think I’d want to do that yet. There’s something so great about having your baby depend on you to change them…” the lady said with a wistful look.

“To each their own,” Ivy said, “I’m ready to be done with stinky diapers!” Then, she held me up to the sink, “Wash your hands really good!”

When we were done in the bathroom, we walked out together to the parking lot.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Holly!” She kissed me on the forehead and hugged me in Ivy’s arms. “Bye-bye, Holly, you are such a cutie!”

Grandpa gave us both a hug at the same time next and said, “Welcome to the family Holly,” quietly to me. Then, “Be a good girl for your mommy,” he said louder.

Ivy carried me to the car and sat me in the car seat. “Let’s go home and get you into a bath and then bed,” she told me, with her own kiss on my head before closing the door.

I sat in the car seat on the way home and tried to process exactly what was going on. The woman that had been spanked in the restaurant for not eating that disgusting mush was at least a foot taller than I was now. I knew that Ivy would have zero problems physically being able to do the same things to me if she wanted to. The fact that the woman had… actually breastfed her! I blushed at the thought of doing that!

Once when I was doing my residency, a few of us were bored late at night in the pediatrics wing. It was a truly rare quiet night that you didn’t say anything about it - you didn’t want to jinx it! One of the jokers among us dared everyone to try some breast milk that would expire if it wasn’t used in the next hour. I had tried to stay away from the fray, but with five of us working in that area, once three had done it, I couldn’t get out of it without looking like a wimp. I took a few sips out of the baby bottle and fought the gag reflex thinking about where it was from. I had been surprised when it was kind of sweet, though, and while I’d never feel a need to repeat the experience, it wasn’t the barf fest I had expected.

I squirmed a bit at the thought of Ivy giving me the same milk directly from the source like that little. I was definitely smaller than the other girl had been, and I had no doubt that it would seem even more normal to the Amazons as small as I was. ‘The only thing that Ivy and her parents even thought was off about the situation, was how forcefully she spanked the Little for peeing on her ‘mommy.”
 

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Seems Too Good Chapters 13 and 14 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 13: Expectations
 

I SIGHED AND fidgeted with my fingers and legs since I couldn’t move much in the car seat. When we finally reached her house, I sat patiently. She backed into the garage before opening her door and coming over for me.

“Well, so… how was your first day in this dimension?” she asked me as she picked me up out of the seat.

“Honestly? Terrifying…”

She squeezed me into a hug, “I am sorry about that,” she told me before carrying me inside the house and setting me down on the kitchen floor.

I followed her as she sat the diaper bag down on a counter in the kitchen before she continued to walk into the living room. “Why don’t we have a chat?” She suggested. I looked up where she had a seat on the couch, took a bit of a hop up to pull myself to the top of the sofa, and planted myself cross-legged a few feet from her. I blushed as I realized the dress definitely exposed the bloomers and tried to smooth the skirt back down. ‘I wonder if that will become normal…?’

As I looked up into her face, I couldn’t help but be aware of the discrepancy in our sizes. There was no doubt in my mind that she was physically able to do whatever she wanted with me. Clearly, it was her kind’s typical and acceptable behavior to treat us ‘Littles’ like babies instead of adults. It definitely wasn’t an outlier event like I’d been told back at Portal Relocations - everything I had seen that day made that point very clear! What I couldn’t quite figure out were her motives and her ultimate goals. Well… maybe her ultimate goals weren’t so hard to figure out. The diaper bag and the high chair in the house were obviously bought before she found out my height.

“What are you thinking?” She asked me.

I sighed, “Trying to figure out what you’re really doing with me… I’m guessing there’s no way I’ll be working at the hospital like this?”

She grimaced… “It’s going to be complicated,” she told me.

“How complicated? All I’ve seen with adults my size is one after another being abused as surrogate babies today?” I felt a tear from my eye, “I really am the biggest idiot on the planet for coming here!”

I watched her stop herself from reaching out to me, “No, you’re not,” she said.

“How? I threw away a career and a good life… What’s here for me?”

She looked taken aback further as more tears fell silently down my face, “Me?” She said softly.

I looked at her and noticed her own tears. She reached tentatively for me and sat me on her lap, gently facing her.

“Look, Ho… Nick…” she paused, “I’m sorry that this has been the day it has. I was hoping we’d be able to go through and have a few days before the realities of this world came crashing down on you.”

I grimaced and shook my head, “You didn’t exactly allow for that by taking me outside the house?”

She shook her head, “No, part of it is a certain blindness to how my kind acts.” She sighed, “Look, I’m not going to lie and say that I didn’t invite you here without any intentions of being able to maybe have a relationship with a ‘little.’” She paused, “But I also need you to understand the way things work in this world and that I don’t want you to regret your trip… or hate me.”

I looked at her skeptically. She’d been lying to me, and maybe this was my chance to get the truth, “I’ll give you a chance, but let’s get the record straight now. You chose the modifications to make me into a girl, didn’t you?”

With a shocked face, she nodded, “I’m sorry I did.”

“Why?” I asked.

She sighed, “For that, I need to give you the full truth… I told you earlier about the reproduction problems we have?” I nodded, “Well, I’m one of the sixty percent who can’t have babies.”

“Why not just adopt…?” I asked.

“Adopt who?”

“An unwanted baby?” I suggested.

She laughed, “There’s no such thing here in this dimension. Those lucky enough to have babies always keep them, cherish them, and raise them. The government even provides subsidies for mothers to help out with the few natural births that occur.”

“What about teen pregnancy?” I asked curiously.

“Not a thing here like I’ve heard it is in your dimension as much. Parents tend to keep their teenage daughters on a pretty tight leash. As a result, the few too young teens who get pregnant often end up back in diapers after delivery and re-raised due to their immaturity.”

“Re-raised?” I asked.

“I want to get back on topic here… but some are raised from the beginning again in their current size, or even shrunk to baby size if their parents are wealthy enough.”

“Shr…?”

I was going to ask, but she said, “Let me continue?” I nodded impatiently. “With no real babies to adopt, there really is no other option for my species than to adopt Littles.”

“Why do you have to do so?” I asked, “I mean, in my dimension, there are lots of people who go their lives without having children?”

She grimaced, “Contrary to what our bodies want to do, those of us who can’t have kids have this… super mothering compulsion?”

“Super mothering compulsion?”

“It’s like you have to have a baby to take care of yourself…?” she looked pained as she thought about it, “Just having you sitting in my lap right now is making me the most content I’ve been in years. I don’t know that I can explain it any more than that.”

“So, is this a psychological or a physical issue?” I asked clinically.

“Both,” she said sadly, “It manifests in behavior and body functions… Hard to explain, though.”

“Huh,” I said thoughtfully.

“So, it’s a pretty big issue,” she said, “and there’s really only a few ways to take care of getting a Little.”

“Kidnapping one off of the street, I guess, was one?” I asked her. “That’s what had happened to a couple of them today?”

She nodded, “It’s less common now, though, since there are fewer and fewer free Littles for one to grab.”

“I’m guessing from an article I read back home there are some sort of orphanages that you also can adopt from?”

She grimaced at that one, “That’s the worst way, in my opinion,” she said.

“How so?”

“Those Littles are altered through surgery, nanites, and other ways to be the best, most compliant Littles they can be for their new mothers.”

“I take it they’re not gentle with them?” I saw the arterial vein throb with her anger on her neck.

“No… I’ve had to clean up more than a few messes from them at the hospital,” Ivy said.

“And the last is to find some sucker that will agree to come here from my dimension?”

She looked pained but said, “To a degree, that’s correct.”

“And in my case?”

She sighed and blinked away some tears, “I guess my mom was right; I should have just thrown you into the deep end, diapered, put you in a crib, and generally just babied you… but I can’t do that to you.”

“Can’t?”

She smirked, “Well, definitely could; nothing’s stopping me. Certainly, nothing you can do.”

“What about the contract I have with Portal Relocations?”

“The one that says I determine if you’re an adult and capable of using that clause to come home?”

“That’s probably why she kept it out of my hands after that!” I moaned, “I’ll be honest, towards the end, I worried about the fine print, but I’d been signing and initially so much after one-hundred pages I got sloppy for a few pages… She claimed she’d get me a hard copy but didn’t give it to me until I was already there to leave.”

“Normal,” she told me, “otherwise, smart people like you wouldn’t come.”

I sighed, “So what happens now?”

“Good question,” she told me, to my surprise.

“You don’t know?” I asked.

“I know what I want to do, I know what my heart wants me to do, and I know what I think is right…?”

“So…?”

“So, first of all, let’s be honest here. You are my adopted daughter legally as of now. I am your mother and have all rights to decide what you do.”

“That’s…”

“Not fair?” She finished. “No, I admit it’s not, but it’s how life will be for you now.”

I grimaced, “Okay, so you’re my mommy now… that’s weird, but you’re right, nothing I can do about it I...” I thought, ‘I saw more than enough beatings today to know arguing won’t help.’

She actually smiled as I used that word, “So as a new mommy, I have six weeks of paid maternity leave,” she told me, “and... during that time, let’s figure out if we can have a good relationship?”

I stared at her and shrugged, “It’s not like I have much choice here.”

She looked at me, “You may not now - but you did before… Why did you come? I mean, you’re obviously shocked to see what you’ve seen today, but you clearly weren’t totally surprised by it?”

“There was enough information out there that no… I’m not surprised by it. It was always a possibility after what I’d read… It’s just more the shock of seeing it… well, really the shock of everything today. It’s a wonder I haven’t lost it completely.” I admitted.

“So, why come here? You, yourself, said you had a good life?”

“Except it wasn’t a great life. I’ll admit I’ve been lonely… Same as you with your career. You don’t make it as far in medicine as both of us have without a lot of work. It’s easy to forget to have a relationship while you are still young enough to meet people.”

She nodded, “I do understand that, so…?”

“So, I’ll be honest, with everything going to hell in my world… I took one look at you and thought maybe I’d find someone I could connect with.”

“You came…”

“Because of you and the obvious care you have for your patients. I came to learn and practice medicine here …” I gave a grim smile, “but something about you fascinated me more than any other woman has… and I guess I gambled.” I paused, “Guess I lost?”

She grimaced at that and shook her head, “Maybe not?”

“I don’t see how this cannot be a loss?”

She looked at me, “Look, I can’t lie to you and say things will go according to the plan we might have told you… but I will promise you that I will care for you as my own daughter in every way I can… And if that means maybe letting you be a bit more grown-up than some Littles, I can live with that.”

“So…?”

“So how about this, we use this six weeks and figure out where our boundaries can be? Maybe you could be willing to try a few things out… and I’ll do my best not to smother you completely?”

“Like what things?” I asked.

“Well, for one, I’ll let you use your potty as long as you can make it reliably? Let’s say no more than three wet accidents or one poopy per week?”

I looked at her incredulously, “I don’t have accidents?”

“I know you didn’t have them back in your world…” she paused, “Even though we have a hard time believing that! But, I could see by your mattress being clean that you are being honest. That being said, most Littles who come through the portal don’t maintain as good of control here?”

“And if I do have those accidents?”

“Then there’s no use pretending that training panties will do any good? As it is, I think any accident will leak badly through that pull-up because it fits you so loosely.”

“So, I’ll…?”

“So, at that point, it’ll be back to diapers,” she told me. “Tell you what, to make it fair, I’m not going to count sleeping accidents against you either.”

“You expect me to wet the bed?” I asked a little incredulously.

“Maybe not, but if you do, I can hardly fault you on something that would be completely normal at your size? No one should ever be punished for bedwetting.”

“Okay, I guess… deal.” I looked up at her, “What else is expected of me?”

She sighed, “Well, we already talked about my name in public… and I’m sure you’ve figured out that the car seats and high chairs will be normal. I’ll also alternate between using a stroller and maybe a harness or sling to carry you sometimes when we’re out.”

“Probably safer that way,” I admitted, “Every one of you is that crazy about needing a ‘baby?’” I asked.

She nodded, “pretty much, it goes away a bit in intensity after menopause.”

“So… how safe am I from someone picking me up and running off with me?”

“Depending on where you’re at, that could vary. However, I did have a microchip implanted in you to help identify you as my daughter.”

“Like a dog?” I hissed a little angrily.

She nodded, “Sorry, but it’s the only way to ensure you stay safe if someone takes you to an orphanage or tries to illegally adopt you out. It’s also the law that any portal Littles have one inserted upon adoption.”

“Where’s it at?”

“The fatty area in your right butt cheek,” she told me. “I made sure they put it in while you were still out earlier. Many people wait until you’re conscious so you can be aware of the pain, but I didn’t want to do that to you.”

“Thanks… I think,” I said while rubbing my butt. Not that I could feel it through the diaper cover and the Pull-Up. “What about… what can I do during the day?”

“Well, for the next few weeks, let’s figure that out. I was honest, though, that I would be taking you with me to the hospital… Just that I’m planning on leaving you in the daycare while I’m working...?”

“Daycare…”

“It won’t be that bad. You won’t be the only little there… and I’ll make sure that I send some activities for you to do that will keep you busy.”

“I doubt that… but I guess let’s see what your time off brings.” I yawned then.

“Tired?”

“Sort of but not… My adrenaline and flight or fight responses are definitely active right now,” I told Iy, “I’m sure I’ll crash eventually, and hard, but I’m pretty alert now.”

“I guess if I was confronted by giants and told everything you have, I probably would be the same…” she told me. “How about we get you into a set of pajamas and ready for bed… but sit here on the couch and watch some TV?”

I nodded, “I guess that could work.”

She picked me up and hugged me, “I’m sorry I lied to you, but I hope we can make this work, Holly.”

I sighed and squeezed my arms back as much as possible, “I hope so too.”

She carried me back to my room and watched as I dug through my belongings and found my toothbrush and toothpaste. The rest of the stuff I had brought to shave, and the deodorant didn’t seem appropriate then. I was sure she wouldn’t want me to smell like a man like the shower gel I had brought and just decided that was enough. “Got your toothbrush?” She asked.

“Yes, could you help me reach the sink?” I asked with my face red as she followed me to the bathroom.

A second later, she was holding me to make sure I didn’t fall over as I brushed my teeth over the sink. My toothbrush didn’t feel the same in my more petite mouth, and I think she must have figured that out. “That toothbrush too big for you?”

I sighed, “I probably need a smaller one,” I admitted as I spit out the toothpaste.

“We’ll find you one tomorrow,” she told me. “It’s actually odd that you all still use that antiquated method of cleaning your teeth…?”

“What?”

“I’ll show you tomorrow.” She gently held a small cup to her that was like a solo party cup for me to take water and rinse my mouth out. “Why don’t you use the potty really quick, and then we’ll get you in your jammies.”

I sat down and used the potty to go pee before standing up and washing my hands with her help. She cleaned out the potty really quickly and then, after cleaning her hands, led me down to my bedroom. “Let me go get some of your new pajamas,” she said before leaving the room.

As I was left alone, I couldn’t help but notice she’d put some work into making the room look like home with my diplomas, awards, and even pictures of my deceased parents hanging by my bed. I looked at mom and felt a tear go down my cheek, “I’m sorry you’re probably disappointed in me, Mom… I just had to try something.”

A knock on the door reminded me of Ivy’s presence. I looked up at her and saw she had the diaper bag with her. “What’s that for?” I asked her as she knelt down next to me and laid out the changing pad.

“I told you I wouldn’t count nighttime accidents, right?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Well, if I’m not counting them, I’d at least like to know if you do have them… well, you won’t get your bed wet?”

I sighed, “So that’s what the Pull-Up is already for?”

“I really don’t think it’ll work that well with it sagging like it is already? Would you consider wearing a regular diaper at night… at least for a week? I won’t make you wear them at night after that if you can stay dry?”

“Not like I’d have much of a choice if I wanted to say no,” I huffed but went ahead and walked over to her. She undid the bow and zipper on the dress before lifting it over my head.

As she sat it to the side, I asked, “Umm… why do most Littles seem to have breasts…?”

“And you’re as flat as a normal toddler?” She asked while pushing me to lay on my back on the pad, and she knelt on the ground. “Because I have seen many people pick on Littles to get a rise out of them… but if they think you might be an actual baby, they’ll treat you better… So, I had them make your body look like an actual baby in appearance.” She paused, “Well, mostly - you’re a bit skinnier than you should be, but I imagine that’s either genetic or will change after a few weeks of diet changes.”

I looked up at her as she lifted my legs and pulled the Pull-Up and diaper cover off in one go leaving me completely naked and vulnerable as she sat them to the side. Next, she reached into the bag and pulled out a baby diaper, and flipped it outward to open it up before lifting my legs and setting it under me. I thought she would go ahead and close it, but she reached instead for some baby powder that she sprinkled on my groin and rubbed into me.

The feeling of someone touching me down there made me squirm and cringe. I was ticklish, and as Ivy rubbed the powder into my skin, I couldn’t help but giggle and twitch. She smirked after lifting my legs up to powder my butt and taped the diaper. A baby wipe in her hands, she immediately asked, “You’re ticklish, aren’t you?”

My eyes were as big as saucers as I tried to lie, “Na...Na… No…”

She took that moment to let her fingers dance around my stomach for several moments, and I couldn’t help myself but laugh uncontrollably until she stopped. “Please…”

She laughed, “It’s nice to see you smile and laugh, even if I had to tickle it out of you,” she told me. Then, she pulled a nightshirt over my head that said ‘Princess Adorable’ and was covered in castles and princess caricatures. I looked at it and felt really weird wearing it and a diaper.

“Well, would you like something to drink while we watch TV?” She asked.

I shrugged, “Some water?”

“Water coming right up,” she said, and I followed her out of the room and to the kitchen, where she filled up the sippy cup I’d used earlier and then led me to the couch. She picked me up and sat me in her lap as she fiddled through channels before settling on some medical drama that reminded me of Gray’s Anatomy. Littles were being treated at times, but absolutely none that were doctors, I noted sourly. During two commercial breaks, I watched three diaper commercials in a row specifically about diapers for Littles. Something felt a little off for me as I watched, but I couldn’t place it. I managed to stay awake for most of the episode but must have fallen asleep before the end as I couldn’t recall the details later.
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Chapter 14: Games
 

THE NEXT MORNING Ivy watched as her little Holly slept, not quite ready to get her up for the new day. Her cute little snores made her heart melt as she slept with her mouth open. Ivy really wanted to fill that mouth with a pacifier but would hold off for a while on that step... She would bring her little girl from adulthood to babyhood one step at a time to avoid the shock of everything overwhelming her.

Quietly she closed the door and walked across the hallway through the living room and to the master bedroom side of the house. She’d loved the open floor plan of the five-bedroom ranch-style house when she bought it. The best part to her right now was that the master bedroom was on the other side of the house from the guest bedrooms, and adjacent to it was Holly’s real room - her nursery. Quietly she unlocked the door and closed it behind her before getting set up for draining her full breasts.

She sat down in the rocking chair and made sure everything was clean before pressing a button on the pump to begin. She watched as a milk bag filled slowly before replacing it with another empty bag and switching sides.

For now, she was just stockpiling and freezing most of her milk since Holly would need a supply at daycare or if she was being babysat. ‘Although I know I nursed more than a few of the Littles I babysat…’ she admitted. The ‘Bigs’ lactation reflex was something that had been studied for a long while by doctors. She personally hypothesized that it had to be inversely proportional to the possibility of having their own kids. Her mother and others who had children naturally never seemed to struggle as badly with leaking breasts outside of childbirth!

For Ivy, ever since she started puberty at age twelve, even looking at a cute Little sitting at a desk across the way meant leaking breasts. She blushed as she remembered a science class one time. One of her Little classmates had just been forced to wear diapers again due to some made-up accident by a bitch of a girl Ivy hated. Not allowed to use a bathroom anymore, the Little had wet his diaper for the first time in class and begun crying. The crying caused her milk to instantly let down for the first time and completely soaked her t-shirt bra, showing through to her shirt… She sighed as the pump pulled milk out and dreamed of the day sometime soon it would be Holly sucking from her instead of the pump she’d had to use frequently ever since that day.

She looked around at the beautiful nursery she had prepared for her little girl. She noticed she could probably bring the crib level up a bit since Holly was so much shorter than she had expected. The closet and the diaper stacker were empty at the moment since her mom hadn’t had a chance to bring the replacement clothes and diapers yet. ‘That reminds me, I’d better buy some more diapers for nighttime while we’re out; I only have a few left.’

The pump finished with her second mammary, and she began cleaning up before taking the two new bags to the pantry room and adding them to her stockpile in the small deep freezer. She could see nearly thirty of the bags already inside and decided that these two would just go into the fridge instead. ‘Maybe at lunch tomorrow?’ she thought to herself, ‘It’ll be good for a few days there.’

She returned to the nursery and made sure everything was back as it should be. She ran her hand over the pretty pink and green blanket neatly folded over the crib rail. ‘Soon,’ she thought to herself. ‘I have Holly, and now it won’t be long before I have her in here!’
 

I WOKE UP and stretched out on my bed. I loved the mattress set I had splurged on last year. ‘So much better than that hotel bed!’ I was grateful that the journey to the storage locker and then the new dimension didn’t seem to hurt it any! I rolled over and looked around for something to show me the time. Finding nothing obvious, I walked to where my backpack was and dug out my phone. It uselessly displayed that there was no signal, and I groaned with the 3pm time it showed since I forgot the days in this dimension were longer, and that clock would just get more wrong every day.

‘What’s that make it, nine in the morning?’ I wondered as I rolled over and took the larger jump down. The bed had shrunk some on the journey, but definitely not as much as I had. I looked back at how it stood higher than my waist and shook my head. ‘Whatever the native options are in my size, I’m sure an adult-style bed isn’t one of them.’ I walked to the door and noticed that it had been shut last night. I strained to reach the door handle and couldn’t grab it without jumping. I was just about to do so when the door handle turned, and the door opened inward, almost hitting me.

Luckily, I just stepped back quickly enough, “Good morning Holly. I wasn’t expecting you to be standing there!”

“Morning,” I muttered back and tried to smile. Unfortunately, I had never been a morning person, so I struggled to maintain it.

“How did you sleep?” she asked as she bent down to talk to me at my level.

“Good, I’m so glad I finally have my own bed back!” I told her with a smile, “Those hotel mattresses have been terrible!”

“I can imagine…” she said, “I can barely take a couple days in a hotel, let alone the time you’ve been in them!”

She unexpectedly pulled up on the front of my nightgown and exposed the diaper I was wearing. “What are you doing?” I asked with a yelp.

“Just checking to see how you did through the night Holly,” she said as she let the nightgown go back down. “All dry!”

“Of course, I’m dry,” I grumbled, “I haven’t given you any signs of not being potty trained, have I?”

“Other than your size? No,” she smiled at me, “but I’m guessing you need to use the potty from how long you slept!” She led me to the bathroom next door to the room.

I went to pull down my underwear but was reminded by the impossible tapes on the diaper the second I tried one. “Can you please take this off?” I sighed.

“Of course!” she said with a smile and quickly undid the tape on each side so I could sit down on the training potty. As I watched her ball the dry diaper up and place it in the bathroom trash can, I began releasing urine.

I really did need to urgently go. It was an odd feeling of my new parts letting out urine that lasted for quite a while. “Really needed to go, huh?” Ivy asked as she invaded my space and wiped my parts for me.

I blushed but nodded, “Yeah, I guess so.” I stood up and watched as she completed the ritual of cleaning it out.

“Why don’t we get you dressed, and then you can have some of the pancakes I just made!” she smiled at me.

“Never let it be said I turned down food,” I genuinely smiled back. We walked back to my adjacent room. I put on the offered Pull-Up and then looked at the clothes options Ivy showed me. Anything that wasn’t a dress looked like it had snaps everywhere that would have to be undone when I needed to go to the restroom. As much as I was unhappy about my new status as a girl, I sighed and pointed to a blue short-sleeved dress with white stripes. There was a small butterfly on the chest, but otherwise was one of the least juvenile options she showed me. I could just pull it on like a t-shirt since it didn’t have a zipper.

“You want the matching bloomers?” Ivy asked me.

I nodded, “Please,” I told her and soon had them on in an attempt to hide the faux underwear I was wearing.

“Ready for breakfast then?” she asked.

“What about my hair?” I asked and, for the first time, realized it had been pulled back into a braid. “I guess now that I have long hair, something will have to be done with it?”

“I’ll help you with it after breakfast,” she told me with a smile. “You slept right through me putting it in that braid last night.”

I ignored the implication that I could sleep through things happening to me and instead looked at the high chair she sat me down in. There were shoulder straps that she guided my arms into, “Do I really need these?” I asked her as I felt like I was trapped.

She sighed, “Look, there are some rules we sort of went over last night, but one thing you need to be aware of is that the adoption agency will send out people to inspect your care. They told me that one thing that sets off flags is if Littles are allowed to just sit in furniture without properly using the safety features.”

“What would happen if they saw you weren’t?” I asked as she slid the white tray in place over my lap.

“Well, I’d probably get a warning, to begin with, then they might demand I treat you differently… or they might even remove you from my care.”

“And send me home?” I asked, trying not to sound hopeful.

She shook her head, “Usually it means to another family that’s contracted their services… or I’ve heard it can be a placement at an etiquette school.”

I gulped while thinking about that conversation about them we had the night before as she brought a bib over. She velcroed it around my neck without asking permission. “You know I’m not really a baby?” I told her as she was cutting up a colossal pancake in front of me a moment later. “I could cut up my own food…?”

“For the same reason I just mentioned that wouldn’t be a good idea,” she told me, “but also… well, hold this knife for a second,” she said to me as she put the large butter knife in my hands. As I held it, I couldn’t help but note that it was like having a large chef knife compared to my small frame size. It even felt pretty heavy to me. “Not exactly an easy thing for you to use now?” She suggested kindly.

“Do they make little size silverware?” I asked as I handed the knife back.

She responded with a plastic spork, “Mostly sporks or spoons in sizes you can use,” she answered me as she placed the plate on my tray and handed me the spork. “You want syrup?”

“Duh?” I said with a smirk. “You can’t have pancakes without it, can you?”

She shook her head, “I suppose not. Plus, from what I understand, you Littles have a bigger thing about sweets than we do…?”

I watched and encouraged her to pour enough syrup on the plate and began to stab the pieces with the spork as best I could. It was a terrible utensil to eat a pancake with… Sadly it was a good thing the bib was on because I definitely slammed two pieces into my chest as they fell from it. I did my best to eat neatly but inevitably had syrup around my mouth and on my hands as Ivy asked, “Done?”

“Yes, that was really good!”

I was annoyed as she had a baby wipe in her hand and pretty forcefully cleaned my face and hands a moment later. “I could just wash in the bathroom,” I told her.

“This is easier, though,” she told me with a smile. “Make sure you drink at least some of that juice there,” she told me, motioning to the sippy cup I barely touched.

I sighed but sipped from the babyish sippy cup while she moved about the kitchen cleaning the dishes. I couldn’t identify the fruit in the juice, but it was sweet and tasted sort of like apple juice. When she was done putting the plates and everything in a dishwasher, she came back and removed my bib. “Let’s get your hair done?” she suggested as she pulled the tray off the chair.

“Okay...”

“You know this chair is probably as easy of a place for me to do your hair as any; I’m going to go grab a brush and some other things. I’ll be right back.” I watched her turn and leave and then looked down where the harness gathered the five points into a buckle. I didn’t mess with it even though I was curious if I could unbuckle it myself. As I looked down at my bare feet, I noticed that the skin on my feet and legs definitely looked smoother than before I came. The skin itself looked like a young baby’s so much that I curiously pulled my foot up to look at it more. I couldn’t help but be amazed by the flexibility I had now. I could bring it up to my head and noticed there were no calluses or any of the tiny scars I had gotten one summer from cutting my feet open on some shells on a beach vacation.

I was still looking at my foot as Ivy came in with a small box of things and a large hairbrush. “Your foot interesting?” She asked curiously.

“Noticing that all my scars are gone,” I said, pointing to clear skin, “when I was seven, I cut my foot badly here with a shell at the beach and had two curved scars here before I came.”

She nodded at me as she set the box down beside me and turned the chair to run parallel to the table, “One of the treatments I asked for was a skin renewal… I hope you don’t mind?” She asked tentatively.

I sighed, “The scar wasn’t something that defined me, so it’s fine.”

She stepped behind me and fiddled with whatever tied the back of the braid to get it loose. She was gentle as she slowly took a wide comb and a brush through my hair. It actually felt nice as she did so, and I closed my eyes for a moment, nearly purring. She stopped for a moment, and I noticed that my hair was now brushing my shoulders, “If you asked for my face to look like a baby’s… why is my hair so long?”

She came around and blushed, “Well… I always dreamed of having a little girl whose hair I could play with?”

“You know they make baby dolls if that’s all you needed?” I groaned.

“I know… but do you really want to have hair barely covering your head still?”

I shook my head, “No… but aren’t I going to stand out as a Little despite everything else you had done?”

“No, I can just say that you have faster than normal hair growth. It happens occasionally!” Ivy smiled at me. “Now, Pony or piggy’s today?”

I stared at her blankly for a moment too long as I tried to interpret her odd question before saying, “I guess I get to pick piggy’s then!” The look on her face was one of indescribable joy… like a little girl whose biggest dream of a doll had come true at Christmas time. My hair was soon being gathered and tied back behind my head. Something else felt odd that she attached, and I guessed I had matching ribbons tied into my hair. She finally stepped back around and asked, “Ready to see?”

I shrugged, “Okay,” I told her as she unbuckled the harness and lifted me into the air. A walk to the bathroom was made, and I stared at the image in disbelief.

‘Not only do I look like a girl, but I probably look like I belong on the cover of some magazine about pretty toddlers!’ I thought to myself. My hair wasn’t fancy, with the two loose pigtails at the top of my head popping up and hanging down. The large bows that she had tied around the bases of the pigtails were blue and white, with stripes that matched the dress I wore. I couldn’t help but note that the bows seemed perfectly tied and made me look like the girliest little toddler on the planet.

“Don’t you look adorable?” she asked me.

I nodded, “I’m not sure that I like it, but adorable definitely fits the image in front of me.”

She frowned slightly but said, “While we’re in here, why don’t you go potty really quick?”

I nodded as she sat me down, and I pulled my underwear down and did my business. Then, cleaned up with her unwanted help, I stood up when she was done wiping me. “I guess I never showed you the house before?”

I shook my head, “No, it wasn’t on the list yesterday.”

“Can I pick you up and give you the tour?” She asked.

I sighed but held up my arms to her. It was quickly becoming apparent that she just wanted a Little to be her living baby doll - the same as every other crazy person here. I wasn’t sure what was restraining her from just treating me like those other Littles yesterday, but I wasn’t going to rock the boat and make my situation instantly suck more! She held me underneath my padded butt on her hip a second later and walked down to the door next to my room. “This is my office,” she said with a smile revealing a room with a huge desk, a computer screen as large as I was, and shelves of books.

Most of them looked like medical books, and I really wanted to read all of them. “You have an impressive collection,” I said in awe.

“Well, one of my foibles has always been that I like a real book in my hand… and I read way too much. So I have just been collecting nonstop since before college,” Ivy said with a blush.

“Can I read them?”

She laughed, “I don’t see why that would be a problem, but please be careful with them.” I looked at the titles as she stood near them for a second before she walked back out to the hallway. She walked to the next door and showed me inside, “Just a guest bedroom in here in case I have guests… it never happens really since my parents live so close, but occasionally I’ll have a college friend visit or something.”

I looked in at a nicely decorated but otherwise pretty spartan bedroom with a bed as gigantic as her own, taking up the middle of the room. She closed the door and pointed, “You already know that’s the garage there.”

I nodded quietly, “You have a big house for one person.”

Then, she squeezed me, “I HAD a big house for one person; now I have a big house for two people!”

I did smile at that as I looked up at her. She walked back to the living room and dining area. I noticed for the first time the massive piano that was probably a baby grand to her. “I like your piano,” I told her. “I enjoyed your playing on the first video you sent me.”

She smiled at me, “Well, I’ll have to play some more for you sometime! I don’t see any way you would be able to play on it with your size, or I would teach you,” she told me sympathetically.

I shrugged, “It’s okay,” and watched as she turned towards her bedroom. There was a door to the left of her room, “What’s that one?” I asked.

“Just a storage closet,” she said a little oddly. Seeing as how she didn’t open it for me, I didn’t necessarily believe her, but I kept it to myself as she finished showing me her vast bathroom.

“What’s the outside like?” I asked curiously.

“Let’s go see,” she said and carried me through the front door. Her yard was lovely, with neat flower beds lining the house’s walkways and a couple large trees towards the front of the expansive yard. I found myself losing track of the height as I stared upwards at the immense trees.

“Is this big by your standards?” I asked her.

“It’s comfortable. Most people would be quite happy to live in a house this size,” she said, “including me. You want to see the backyard, or do you want to get our shopping trip out of the way first?”

I didn’t really care about her backyard, so I said, “get shopping out of the way, I guess?”

“Let’s go use your potty really quickly, and then we’ll go.”

“You’re going to use it too?” I joked to her.

She looked a bit stunned at the joke, “well… umm... I am cleaning it after you use it?”

I sighed and let her carry me to the bathroom. She sat me down, and I went just a little bit before saying, “That’s all I have.”

“That’s fine,” she said as she wiped me and stood me up. “Go meet me by the garage door; I’ll be there in a sec,” she told me.

I looked up at her as she walked away and just decided to follow her direction to wait for her.

‘I don’t know what game she’s playing,’ I couldn’t help but think to myself. ‘It’s almost worse that she’s trying to pretend to treat me nicely... I feel like I will be waiting forever for the other shoe to drop right now! She’s already changed my gender, and I would be considered a child’s height even back home right now. I already know there’s no way I’ll be practicing surgery here.’

I sighed, ‘I like her though… There’s something about her that I really do feel comfortable with, and it’s not like I had a job to be practicing surgery back home right now either…?’

 

Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment if you did so and press the Kudos button! I'll be posting a couple chapters a few times a week for this work. It is complete (52 chapters plus Epilogue) and published on Amazon if you wish to be impatient though! (Link at the top)

Seems Too Good Chapters 15 and 16 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 15: Little Superstore
 

IVY GATHERED A spare outfit, a couple more pull-ups, and a spare diaper for Holly’s diaper bag. She also made sure she threw in her sippy cup with the juice she had for safety while they were out. ‘Can’t be too careful in some places!’

‘I want Holly to regress… but I don’t want a mindless drooling little!’

She made sure she had her list of things they needed and found Holly waiting where she’d told her to. “Upsy daisy,” she said as she picked her up and opened the garage door.

The car seat she initially bought was a really nice one, but she hadn’t planned on a Little small enough to need a rear-facing infant seat. So instead of the nice toddler car seat, she’d bought the day before, she had to settle with what PR had on hand. ‘We should get another nice one today,’ she thought as she lay her back down and quickly did the harness buckles around her to lock her into the safety of her seat.

“You good?” She asked Holly.

“Yes,” she said with a squirm, “I guess… this is really embarrassing.”

Her face was such a beautiful red as she said it, matching her hair nicely. She laughed, “I know, but you’ll get used to it – and everyone else is only going to think about how adorable you are! We don’t have to go far,” she said as she closed the door and walked to the driver’s side to get in. Soon they were off towards town, and she debated where to go first. ‘Probably should wait to go to Fiona’s until after she’s in diapers full time…’ she mused. ‘I guess we’ll just go to LS? We can get everything we need there.’

She looked up at the backseat through the rearview mirror at the stoplight she was at and instantly added something to the list, ‘Need to switch out that mirror for a video screen to look at her in the back… probably would be good for her to be able to see me too… I know Mace has something for her little like that!’
 

I SAT BORED while Ivy navigated through the city streets, and I contemplated just what my future would be here in this world. There was literally nothing for me to do as she drove, and I realized that my feet had still not been covered in shoes or socks.

“Umm… Mommy?” I almost gagged on calling her that.

“Yes, Holly,” I heard her respond.

“I don’t have any shoes or socks on again?”

“That’s so you can blend in better, Holly,” she told me. “For your safety, I’m not going to be putting you down to walk in the stores we’ll be in today,” she added.

“Will I ever be able to wear shoes?” I asked, a little annoyed.

“Sorry, I only picked up that one set of dress shoes you wore yesterday. They’re pretty, but I don’t think you’d want to walk around in them. So we’ll look for some better shoes today.”

Right then, a light dinged on in my head. “Oh… why didn’t you have any clothing for me? You had done everything else for me already in my room, though?” I decided to see if I could get some more intel from her right then.

“Well…”

“You knew you were changing me into a girl after all,” I pushed with a neutral voice as I could use. ‘Pissing her off is not wise,’ I reminded myself.

I heard her sigh, “You’re right. I did have a whole set of clothes for you, but unfortunately, even though I had a range of clothes, I missed by six months even on the smallest of sizes I guessed on.”

“Oh,” I said.

“My mom took everything back for us yesterday to most of the stores, but I figured we’d start trying to fill in those gaps some more today.”

“Where at?” I asked as I felt the car stop and heard her turn off the engine.

“Here at Little Superstore first,” she told me. “Give me a second, and I’ll be around to get you out,” she told me.

I didn’t wait long, and I was on her hip as she carried me into a store that seemed to span an endless block like an IKEA store back home. I felt her feel my Pull-Up right then, “You’re dry. Do you need to go potty before we go shopping?”

“Umm… I just went?” I said.

“It’s a big store,” she told me.

Thinking about the limited three strikes, I decided to play it safe, “I don’t think I need to go, but I’ll try?”

“Good girl,” she said, giving me a small hug. I sat patiently on her hip as she walked straight into a women’s restroom. It was unlike any I’d ever seen before! Sure it had toilet stalls, but the mindblowing part was the massive row of twelve changing stations immediately as we walked in. ‘Free Diaper Samples’ with bright advertisements were given in cabinets next to the stations. I saw a half dozen adults in various states of being changed into new diapers.

One little was screaming his head off, “I’m not a goddamn baby or a girl!!! Let me go, you fucking bitch!!!!” at the lady that was manhandling the screaming little.

“You should spank the daylights out of his and be done with it,” one mother snarked nearby while holding her little girls’ ears closed against his tirade.

“Or at least stuff a lockable pacifier in his mouth?” Another added.

The lady responded, “I don’t believe in spankings, but believe me, he’ll be punished as soon as we get this dress on him. After that, I’m going to take him to the clinic, and we’ll get rid of those teeth and immobilize his tongue there.”

I saw the man stop struggling, “Please, no…!”

“Then we’re going to remove that ugly thing too!” I heard the man sob then.

Ivy carried me further in at that point, and I looked agape at four tiny toilets in front of me along the wall.

There were no stalls or barriers around them, but they were mini toilets complete with handles to flush. “Let’s try just to be safe,” Ivy told me. Then, she shocked me as she pulled my underwear down and sat me on the small potty. I could feel eyes from several moms standing around looking at me. I blushed but pushed out a surprising amount of urine into the waiting bowl. As I sat there, I couldn’t help but notice that the seat was still a little high for me, and my feet still didn’t reach the ground. It wasn’t nearly as tall as an adult toilet here, though.

“Good girl!” Ivy practically sang to me as she wiped me and pulled my pants back up.

“Isn’t that adorable,” one lady said to her Little. “How old is she?” she asked Ivy.

“Fifteen months,” she responded as she brought me to the sink to wash my hands.

The lady looked at her adult little she’d just sat on the changing table, “Fifteen months and already a bigger girl than you, huh? You couldn’t even make it an hour without pooping those panties you claimed you normally wore!”

The poor woman just sobbed right then, and I put my head into Ivy’s chest to hide from it. “You are training a little early with her, though, aren’t you?” the woman asked as Ivy turned on the water and she pulled a skirt out of her way.

“Maybe, but she’s been telling me when she needs to go and been dry at night a couple times. We’re going to try the Pull-Ups for a couple weeks. If she gets it, great! If not, we’ll go back to diapees again for a while.”

“Well, we’re going to be back in diapees with this little girl for a looong while,” the lady cooed at the woman as she exposed a poop-covered rear end by cutting away a pair of panties she was wearing with some scissors.

“Have a good day,” Ivy said and carried me out.

Once back at the entranceway, and when no one was around, I whispered, “She thought I…?”

“Yes, she thought you were a regular baby, not a Little. As far as anyone is concerned today, we’re just shopping for my adopted niece.” I was placed into a cart with a simple belt around me. I noted that there were many carts with far more elaborate restraints that she could have chosen. She found an elevator and pushed me inside with the cart, and we rode to a second story.

As she exited, I saw to my left a massive map of the store that seemed to take a long journey through an elaborate route like an IKEA store. ‘Different though… since it’s a journey through a massive over-the-top giant baby land instead!’ She pushed the cart forward to the first area, which demonstrated different styles of nurseries, playrooms, and even large-scale outdoor play equipment. Everything an Amazon would need to design their perfect fantasy nursery was present in dozens of model showrooms. I saw as we passed that there were options to buy full rooms or just scan the individual items with a phone as we traveled. In particular, I could tell that one room caught Ivy’s eyes.

The walls were painted pale green with pink and purple butterfly decor used around the room. A crib that seemed massive to me dominated one corner of the room, along with a changing table loaded with diapers. I could see from how Ivy lingered that this would likely be the decor for any nursery she put together. ‘Assuming she hasn’t already bought it all,’ I admitted. As we continued, I watched a woman sit down in the rocking chair in one room and pull her breast out to nurse her little who was crying. Her high-pitched cry sounded just like a newborn baby, even though the woman looked closer to thirty. ‘That didn’t sound like acting…?’ I thought to myself and wondered again about the procedures the article mentioned had nearly happened to their source.

She wound further into the maze, and I found the next section featured displays of robotic caregivers being used to give demonstrations. ‘Parents’ were using their real Littles with them to test the machines in front of other potential customers. One such little’s eyes were opened wide in terror as we passed, and I heard an almost realistic woman’s voice say, “constipation detected, treating.”

I turned my head and watched some weird mechanical octopus arm come forth and dart towards the little man who screamed ‘no!!!’ even as it slid underneath his diaper. What made it worse was the woman saying to her husband, “Look, you won’t have to do anything when I’m gone for next month now; it’ll take care of his every need!”

I wanted to get away from there as quickly as we could! The section continued with mechanical cribs, crazy swings, and even more of the full-size robotic nannies on display. I was so glad when Ivy pushed past that section of insanity a few moments later without even stopping to glance at any of the items. She seemed to sense my distress because she patted my head and said, “I know those things are scary, huh? Don’t worry; we won’t be buying any of that stuff for your niece.”

If I’d hoped it would be better in the next section, I soon learned I was most assuredly wrong.
 

IVY LOOKED AT Holly in the cart and wished she knew she could get her to take a pacifier or something right then. She was so nervous and obviously terrified by the robots in the previous section of the store.

‘Not that I blame her…’ she shuddered.

One time in medical school, three rivals had played a nasty prank on her. They had lured her to the mechanical nursery part of the pediatric ward, saying one of their professors needed to show her something unusual. Somehow, they had programmed one of the nannies to think she was a Little under her charge. They’d laughed and watched the video from a distance as she had endured two hours of the torture the nanny had inflicted. Out of all of the things she walked by just now, the worst was probably the enema she’d seen the one poor little getting. Her own gait shifted uncomfortably right then at the memory of one being stuck inside of her.

Luckily for her, a professor had caught onto what was going on and released her from the nursery. She’d had to wear diapers for nearly three months afterward, though, due to the treatments the nanny had given her to weaken her bladder and bowels!

Her rivals hadn’t been so lucky, though. The three of them had gone before the ethics board and were stripped of their spots at the school. Immediately they were ordered ‘shrunk’ and to attend ‘remedial’ schooling down the road at an etiquette school. Last she knew, all of them had adopted parents that took them to a mechanical nursery every day for daycare!

Not that she’d ever gloat about it…

The next section of the store was one she wished didn’t have to be right after the mechanical department. Of course, it didn’t help that it was a more extensive section of the store than it had any right to be.
 
 

Chapter 16: Good Girl!
 

I DID EVERYTHING I could to not shake in terror at the sights around me. The store had begun by displaying mockups of the most beautiful and loving nurseries that could be dreamed up. Now it had quickly moved to someone's nightmarish fantasies.

Those displays proudly featured different types of 'restraints' as we walked under an arch that separated this part of the store from the mechanical section. Everything from handcuffs, straight jackets, leashes, and even dog collars. The lighting was adjusted now, with lots of red spotlights tinting all of the shelves and products red. I saw one woman trying those terrible things on a shaking woman there as Ivy pushed through. The Little cried as she kept trying different-sized collars on her! My stomach lurched then at the thought of something like that around my neck. Another row featured paddles, canes, super-sized spoons, 'weighted' hairbrushes, old-fashioned stick 'switches,' and to my horror, even whips and cattails were proudly displayed as demo units. Gags and other ways to truss someone up, hang them up, and… it took everything for me not to throw up.

To her credit, Ivy moved faster through that section than any other so far!

When she finished, there was a massive color change to white for the décor and lighting, and everything became about nursing mothers. From a large section of maternity bras to pumps to pillows, there was nothing but breastfeeding products for the next large section of the store. Thankfully Ivy skipped that area and pushed past a section of baby bottles, pacifiers, and other feeding accessories. Next, there was a selection of high chairs lined up in multiple aisles across the aisle from them. I recognized the one at her house, seeing the advertising that it came with two covers and colors of their choice. I noted it could have been purple or pink instead as she passed by.

She stopped at a nearby aisle with colorful plastic plates, bowls, and cutlery. "See, no knives," she whispered to me, "but let me get a few forks?" she suggested when she saw some silicone forks in a package with cute characters on the handles.

I smiled as that would help a little without making as much of a mess! One aisle over, she grabbed a few more sippy cups like I had already been using. I noticed she took a long stare at the baby bottles and pacifiers on the rows too, but she continued past them to where there was a small selection of electronic baby toothbrushes. She grabbed one of the main units, two different sizes of head attachments, and two toothpaste types. She threw all of that into the cart before walking on.

I was greeted with walls of diapers on both sides of me. The store had a large selection the day before, but it had nothing on this place! Ivy didn't stop long enough for me to really look, but there was an endless selection for 'parents' to decide on. For example, the first shelves had 'crawler diapers' that I would have thought at first just meant they were designed to move and protect crawling babies from leaking.

Looking at some large digital signage set me straight, though. 'Little Superstore has the BEST crawler diapers to ensure that your Little will be crawling safely just as a good baby should.' A screen showed a Little adult woman in a short t-shirt, and one of their diapers was attempting to stand on her legs. It showed her attempts failing as she fell on her butt or face several times. I watched as the video zoomed into the diaper and showed that it forced her legs into a wide stance and apparently blocked her from gaining her balance when she attempted to stand. Her toothless drooling face was all smiles, though, as her 'mommy' watched her continue to crawl to her instead. Finally, the mom picked her up and cooed happily at her as she hugged the poor woman. Clearly, it was guaranteed to sell to someone…

Thankfully Ivy continued past those without a glance as my stomach engaged in flip flops over the idea. But, of course, it was just getting warmed up as I saw diapers that 'rewarded' Littles for wetting or pooping with extra features. Others promised to zap a Little if they went without the parent giving them permission by turning the function off… However, there was a smaller wall of genuine baby diapers past all of that. These at least looked identical to our dimensions. She grabbed one box that looked identical to Pampers back home and placed them in the cart. At my glare, she said, "While we're here, I figured we should get you some more nighttime diapers, huh?"

She kissed the top of my head and tickled my belly before whispering, "Relax, you're okay."

The next section of the store was a collection of strollers, playpens, and other baby gear, followed by a large area of cribs and bedding.

At the car seat aisle, she stopped. I was confused that she looked to be buying a new car seat. 'What's wrong with the one I have already?' I wondered.

The more I looked at what she was looking at, I figured the one in the car must have been meant for a bigger baby than she felt I was. These seats had the handles to carry an infant in them if you wanted to leave them strapped inside when you went somewhere. I kept my mouth shut as she browsed and eventually put a purple one inside the cart. I couldn't read a lot of the writing on the box from my seat, but 'Infants up to 70 pounds or 64 inches' was clearly visible.

I didn't have long to really dwell on my being able to be defined as an infant, though, as she stopped on the other side of the aisle. This side featured a whole section of car accessories for babies. I saw carrier handle bead toy attachments, sun shades, and some mirrors for mothers to see their rear-facing babies. She searched for a moment before finding the one item she seemed to obviously be looking for. It was a set of video screens; one was placed on the seat above the baby's car seat, and the other mounted on the car dashboard for the driver. Both the baby and mother see each other like a FaceTime video. They were also able to play movies and cartoons for the baby. Ivy didn't look at it long before tossing it into the cart with everything else she'd grabbed so far.

She passed up the stroller and playpen aisles and kept moving until we finally came to the part of the store that she had claimed we were there for - clothing!

To my confusion, she didn't stop in the first girl's section labeled 'Little Girl,' or unsurprisingly, the boy's section that followed. Instead, she kept moving until we came to a second girl's section labeled 'Infant Girl.' I looked around the area and wondered what the difference was here. She pushed me along for a moment before coming to a rack of dresses, "These are so cute!" She cooed.

She held several up to me but mostly just piled the outfits she chose into the cart. She cooed at me and spoke to me like a toddler during the trip, but to my relief, I was never taken to a room to try any of the dozens of outfits she picked out. 'Maybe by not having me try them on, she's reinforcing I'm not a Little to the others?' I wondered. Several store clerks checked on her every now and then, but she declined their help each time.

The clothing she picked out was made up predominantly of dresses, and the rest seemed to accommodate easy diaper access. I blushed at the idea of being dressed in the onesies and rompers Ivy had tossed into the cart! Footed sleepers and several sets of pajamas joined the casual shorts and t-shirts that seemed more appropriate given the warm temperatures outside. A couple of frilly one-piece swimsuits were tossed in for good measure before she started to leave. Finally, there was a shoe section where she had me try on a few pairs as she bought sneakers, sandals, dress shoes, and slippers that she liked without ever once asking my frustrated opinion.

Finally, as she moved to leave the clothing areas, I saw packs of panties on a wall just down from the shoes. 'Maybe…' I tugged at her shirt as I thought quickly.

"Mommy, big girl!" I said quietly to her and nodded to the wall.

"Hmm…" She said, "let's take a look."
 

HOLLY HAD MANAGED to behave in a way throughout the trip that Ivy couldn't help but admire. She didn't cry, scream, or react to all of the crazy things around her. This store truly claimed to be a one-stop shop for new parents, but that unfortunately meant for the kind of parents Ivy despised too. When Holly grabbed at her shirt and pointed out the panties, she had wanted to ignore the clothing that she didn't want to buy, but Ivy wanted Holly to come to believe she needed the diapers and the babying. She wanted her to willingly accept it - not think that she would be forced into it without reason...

If that was the case, then she really had demonstrated she could probably handle real panties, at least while they were home. The problem was that real panties would make her accidents a much bigger deal when they began to happen… She'd already forced a box of diapers into the cart, though, 'why not give her some hope?' she thought.

She looked through the small selection of panties and was surprised to see they went down to twelve months at this store as regular panties. The character-covered panties she picked in her size made her say, "Aww… how cute!"

Featuring some cartoon princess characters on the front and back, they had lace around the leg and waistbands and a tiny bow in the middle of the front. To her surprise, they weren't even padded! She grabbed a pack of twelve that they came in and put them in the basket. "We'll see if Holly can be a big enough girl to wear these cute panties," she told Holly with a smile.

"Pwincess!" Holly said with a smile.

'Damn, she's a good actor…' she couldn't help but note.

"Yep! Just like Holly!" she tickled her belly just to make a little giggle happen. Holly's face lit up as she tried to run from her but had nowhere to go.

She came to the elevators and rode down with the full cart of clothes and diapers to the first floor. This store made a large part of their money on the showrooms you began with, and this was where you picked up any big furniture or gear packages. She was fully ready on that front in the nursery when she got to use it, so she just pushed to the checkouts.

"Did you find all you needed to, ma'am?" an employee asked as she piled her purchases on the short belt.

"Yes, I did," she said, "thank you!"

"Your daughter is adorable! How old is she?"

"Fifteen months," Ivy responded.

"For real, or is she a Little that age?"

"For real," Ivy told her with a smile.

"What's with all of the clothes? Baby clothes are cheaper?"

"Actually, other than the diapers and the panties in that stack, the rest is all for my sister. She just adopted!" she smiled.

"Wow, someone sure is getting a great shower!"

"She'd better appreciate it too!" Ivy told her with a smile.

The checker began ringing up her purchases, and Ivy was actually shocked by how little she'd spent on this trip. Her previous trips there had been a lot more expensive! Out at the car, she opened the new car seat box and unbuckled the installed one. She put that one in the trunk while Holly watched dutifully from her seat in the cart. It was a major pain to install the base of the new car seat and latch everything in, but she was able to secure it after a bit of whispered swearing. Once everything was loaded into the car except her little girl, she looked at Holly and asked, "Need to use the potty before we go to lunch?"

"As long as I can go when we get there, I'm fine."

"Okay," she said with a smile as she buckled her into the new car seat. Unfortunately, her dress was in the way, so Ivy pulled it free of the buckle, exposing her bloomers. Ivy couldn't help but check by pulling the bloomers down a bit to see all of the wetness indicators still showed dry on the Pull-Up.

"Good girl!" she said and closed her door before continuing to the driver's side.

'Hopefully, I won't be giving her too many more of those compliments…' she mused.
 

Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment if you did so and press the Kudos button! I'll be posting a couple chapters a few times a week for this work. It is complete (52 chapters plus Epilogue) and published on Amazon if you wish to be impatient though! (Link at the top)

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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Seems Too Good Chapters 19 and 20 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 19: Nighttime
 

I FINISHED AND took the paper that Ivy passed me to wipe before standing up, and we repeated our new routine of her cleaning out the potty and then washing my hands with hers. Instead of putting me down, she carried me to the couch and grabbed a brush on her way. “I’ll get your hair down so we can wash it,” she told me at my quizzical look.

She sat me down on her lap and turned the TV onto a crime drama TV show that reminded me of Criminal Minds. They were investigating the disappearances of five Littles, four of whom had been found dead. I was shocked a bit during the parts where they showed the autopsies. The images were impressively gruesome in detail for a TV Show. I had never seen anything like that in anything that was not an R-rated movie!

While we watched the episode, she brushed my hair, and I quietly paid attention to many of the… ‘racist?’ ideas in the show. Littles shown at daycares seemed happy just being babies; everyone was smiling and giggling in those places. The Littles who were getting murdered hadn’t been ‘adopted’ by an Amazon. All of them seemed to be functioning adults with jobs and stable homes. Every time an adult Little witness was questioned, something seemed to go wrong for them. Once in the episode, it showed one of them having a minor wetting accident when she wasn’t allowed to leave the interrogation room to go to the bathroom while being questioned. I watched as it showed a police officer telling her supervisor she was adopting her and disappearing offscreen with her.

“Wait, what was that?” I asked curiously during the commercial break.

“What was what?” She asked me.

“That adoption part? She was taken away just because she had an accident? She had no way out of that room, and that was somehow her fault?”

“Well… yes…”

“Like as in that lady is now her ‘mommy’ and she had no say in it?”

“That’s normally how it works when you adopt a free little,” she told me. “The law states if you find a Little that’s not well taken care of or fails the maturity laws, you may adopt them.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well… making a mess by urinating or defecating on yourself, spilling something on your clothes badly enough, being homeless, having a public tantrum… those are the main ones,” she said.

“And how long…?” I asked nervously.

“Until either the parent believes the Little has earned the right to grow up, or they die of old age,” she told me honestly.

My stomach turned to ice at the thought that there might be no way out of the trap I was in myself. The show came back on, and I watched as the detectives tried to solve the crime and continued investigating. I thought it might have been a Little committing the crime at one point. Each commercial break featured about five minutes of gratuitous diapers and ‘Little’ store ads. After the final ad break, it turned out it was a ‘Betweener.’ He was seven feet tall and unhinged because he had been babied himself for a couple years as a teenager until just before he graduated high school. The mutilations were an attempt to make them more of a baby than him… somehow the fact that there was a line that seemed terrible to these people reassured me at the end. Unfortunately, while the last victim was spared being mutilated or murdered, the closing scene showed them in the arms of their new ‘mommy’ who adopted her at the hospital.

“Let’s get that bath,” Ivy told me.

She dropped the ribbons and hairbrush off on the kitchen counter on the way by and carried me to the bathroom. I was too short to even see inside the tub! Instead, I watched as she checked the temperature and pulled a stopper close. She added something from a big bottle.

“Bubble bath?” I asked.

“It’s not a bath without it?” she asked me. “I take bubble baths at least a couple of times a week,” she added, turning red.

‘Something can embarrass her!’ I mused but chose not to comment. Instead, I looked at how the tub came up above my head. ‘There’s no way without a pool ladder, or something, that I could get in and out of this tub!’

“Let’s get those clothes off,” she said and had my shirt off quickly without my participation. She pulled my panties and scooter off in one pull, along with my socks. I turned red and hated being completely naked in front of someone. Before I could ask for a towel or something to cover up with, she lifted me up and over the edge of the tub and set me down.

I was surprised as the water was up to my armpits when she turned off the taps. “I can’t believe how big this bathtub is,” I told her as I extended my legs out and found the back of the tub to lean against. My feet didn’t even make it a quarter of the way down the tub, and I could probably float on my back if I thought Ivy wouldn’t panic.

She laughed, “It’s a larger Amazon soaking tub, but you’re right - it’s a swimming pool when you’re the size of a baby!”

I blushed, “That’s really weird, you know?” I told her.

She smiled at me and was soaping up a large loofa. I looked at her and watched her face turn red, making a face that I was beginning to understand was her nervous one. “Umm… You know how I came clean last night… and mentioned I kind of wanted to have a Little.”

I looked at her and tentatively said, “Yes…?”

“Well… would you mind if I washed more than just your hair?”

“You mean a beautiful woman wants to have her way with my naked body?” She looked confused for a moment before I laughed and said, “Of course, this is the only time this would happen to me!” I grumbled.

“So…?”

“Go ahead,” I sighed. ‘Not like I could stop Ivy if I wanted to…?’

She was careful about getting herself wet for a moment before I accidentally moved an arm as she pulled away and splashed her. “Holly…” she grumbled.

I looked up and saw her shirt had a big wet spot.

“Sorry,” I told her with a bit of a grin.

She sighed and kept scrubbing me, including having me kneel on my knees for a second so she could clean my rear. I thought she was being a little too thorough, though, as I had some rather odd feelings as she finished. Her final step was my toes that she held above the water as she cleaned them with a rag.

“This little piggy went to the market…” she joked as she played with them a second later, “This piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none.

‘What was the point of that rhyme,’ I wondered, thinking back to my mother doing this to me when I was little. ‘What was the last line…?’ I wondered for half a second before she informed me.

“And this little piggy went ‘wee, wee, wee,’ all the way home!” she giggled and tickled me.

“Stop…” I giggled at her. “Not fair!”

I inadvertently got her wet again, and she shrieked, “no water outside the tub!”

“You were tickling me,” I answered back as I got my breathing back under control.

She stuck her tongue out at me, “Let’s get your hair next,” she said.

“Okay,” I told her. I stayed still and let her manipulate me to where I was facing the wall with my back to her. My small size meant I still had plenty of room to extend my legs as she worked. I felt a cup of water suddenly go down my head, and a weird feeling as the amount of hair I now had was thoroughly soaked. I noticed how much it weighed then as my head felt like it got heavier.

I felt her let go for a second and turned my head to see her pour some soap out of a bottle labeled ‘No Tears Baby Shampoo.’ Even with the supposedly tears-free formula, I closed my eyes and sat there as she massaged my hair and scalp for several moments. It felt terrific, and I almost felt like purring as she gently rubbed my head.

Then she dumped water on my head, and I screeched in surprise, “aah!”

“Serves you right, you little water monster,” she laughed at me and said, “you don’t have to keep your eyes closed with this stuff, you know.”

“Habit,” I said as she dumped another cup of water on my head.

It was several minutes before she pronounced, “Done!”

I opened my eyes, and a strand of wet hair blocked my view. I used a hand to push it back to the backside of my ear and huffed a little. “That was weird,” I told her as I turned to face her.

“Bad weird?” she asked nervously.

I shook my head, “No, being naked is worse weird,” I told her.

“Well… I can’t fix that one. There’s no way you’ll be able to avoid that one, sweetie,” she said.

I sighed, “I know.”

“Done and ready to get out?” She asked me.

I shrugged, “Okay.”

“Can you pull the stopper for me?” she asked.

I practically swam over to the end and pulled it out for her with some effort. However, with the weight of the water compared to my size, there was a fair amount of suction holding it down!

Once it had drained a bit and I watched the little whirlpool start its spin into the drain, she said, “Okay, stand up, and let’s get you dry!”

I let her rub the gigantic towel over me before she carried me to the counter, where she pulled out what I guessed was a cordless blow-dryer. When she turned it on, there was no doubt what it was. I sat there patiently while she ran it through my hair and a brush for a while. I gripped the towel tightly around me for modesty as she worked and finally turned it off. “Let’s brush your teeth, and then we’ll get you in your pajamas,” she told me.

I nodded and accepted the new electronic purple toothbrush with toothpaste that she offered me. It fit much better in my tiny mouth as I turned it on. To my shock, it scrubbed everything to a level of polish like I’d been to the dentist. That comforted me, ‘The last thing I want is for them to say a cavity means we need to just take her teeth!’ I thought darkly. ‘I think I’ve already lost enough of my life with this stupid trip,’ I added.

When I had rinsed my mouth out, she said, “Done?”

I nodded and yawned, suddenly sleepy.

“Let’s get you ready for bed then,” she told me and carried me down the hallway to my bedroom. The changing pad she had been using somehow was already on the bed. She pulled the towel away and lay me down on it without warning.

“Do I have to wear a diaper?” I asked, embarrassed. “Could I just wear a Pull-Up?”

She shook her head, “Come on now, you already agreed to this, and it’s a lot less likely to leak if you start to have problems staying dry at night.”

“But why would I? I haven’t had an accident at night since I was probably three or four?”

“Remember, this dimension is different, I don’t know if it’s something about solar radiation or something, but most Littles from your dimension begin to have problems in the first few nights.”

“That’s weird,” I said.

“Yes, it is, but humor me? If you stay dry at night for the next week, you can wear your big girl panties to bed.”

“I get to wear them tomorrow morning no matter what, though, right?” I asked.

“As long as you don’t have your three strikes in one week while you’re awake, that’s what you’ll wear. I promised you that.”

I sighed and let her grab my ankles with one hand. Having worked in pediatrics, I had patiently watched more than one mom or nurse change a diaper, and I couldn’t believe that I was small enough compared to her to be manhandled in the same way. She lifted my butt off the pad and placed a diaper underneath. “I’m going to put some powder on you to help keep you from chaffing,” she told me as she sprinkled a bottle over my groin. As she rubbed it in, the sensation felt really good… almost oddly good. It wasn’t a sexual feeling, but it seemed like it was something nearly as intense. My legs were brought up in the air again as she dusted my butt cheeks and made sure they were covered.

The right and left tape were closed, and she said, “Done.”

I grimaced but looked down at the object that seemed to damn me to being the baby she had made me look like. ‘I just don’t get why she’s even pretending to let me be a big girl if she’s just going to get me back into these as soon as she can...?’

“Would you like a footie pajama, nightgown, or this shortie set?” she asked me a second later.

The footie pajamas stirred a feeling of memories in my head and a longing to wear them again. I suddenly remembered that when I was little, I was so disappointed when my mom told me I couldn’t get them in my size as I got bigger. Later on, they became normal for teenage girls, but I had never managed to build the courage to order a set for my adult self. This set was pink with blue and purple hearts scattered throughout the fabric.

“Footie?” I suggested tentatively.

Her smile grew even bigger, and after she sat the others down, she brought them over. “Oh… I didn’t realize this was like this.”

“Like what?” I asked.

She pointed to a flap and the zipper that crossed from the collar to the right foot. “You may need my help here…?”

I nodded as she undid it and said, “feet in here… and now arms!” That left me in the pajamas with the front door wide open. She reached down and grabbed the zipper at my foot, and brought it up to my collar. A little piece of fabric was then snapped over the top of it. “Let me pull your hair back,” she said and tied a scrunchie to the back of my hair in what I would one day learn was a low side-ponytail. My hair came across my front shoulder a little, and I reached up to play with it a little.

“Ready for bed then?” She asked me.

I nodded, “Yeah just so I know what time is it?” I paused, “I didn’t see a clock in this room or any other, actually.”

“You’re right… never really thought to buy one since I look at my watch or phone for that.” She looked thoughtful, “It’s 2800 hours,” she told me. “Way past time for most Littles to be asleep,” she added.

“What time do you usually go to sleep?” I asked as she pulled the covers of my bed up to my chin.

“Most Amazons stay up until 3000 or 3100,” she told me.

“What…”

“Enough questions,” she said, laughing, “you’ll still be here in the morning to ask them. Get some sleep.”

“Okay,” I said and rolled over. I played with my hair for a few minutes after Ivy left and turned off the light before falling asleep.
 

‘HOLLY WAS SO adorable in that sleeper!’ Ivy cooed to herself as she got a glass of water.

She walked to her room and snagged a nightgown before going into Holly’s nursery to pump some more. She sighed with relief as she did so, as it was so needed! She’d managed before Holly woke up that morning and again while she napped, but her boobs demanded more frequent relief than that!

‘I don’t know that her stomach would be up to that, though,’ Ivy admitted. Even at dinner, she hadn’t eaten all of the food she’d been given. But, on the other hand, she could tell that Holly was more than full, so it was a matter she figured of discovering the right portions of food for her new daughter.

As she placed the bags she’d filled in the fridge, Ivy made sure to keep track of the ones from the previous night so she’d use them the next day. ‘Holly needs her mother’s milk as soon as I can convince her to go along with it!’
 
 

Chapter 20: Textbooks
 

MY MIND STARTED to become aware of a voice calling, “Come on, Holly, time to wake up!”

‘Who’s Holly?’ I thought for a second before opening my eyes and realizing I was still in the middle of my ill-thought adventure.

“Come on, sleepyhead,” I realized Ivy was saying.

I opened my eyes and looked down at the sleeper I was in. As I rolled out of bed, Ivy said, “Come on, let’s use the potty, and then we can get you moving for the day with breakfast,” she told me.

I stood and sort of followed her half-asleep still and tried to pull the footie I was wearing off but couldn’t get the flap that was hiding the zipper loose. “Let me get that,” she told me and unzipped the sleeper.

As she did it, my mind fired several thoughts at once. First, ‘Why does my underwear feel cold? Why am I in a diaper?’ and then a second later, “What the hell? I wet the diaper?!?!”

I looked down, and it was soaked and bulked up. “That’s why the diapers,” Ivy told me gently as she knelt in front of me. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but this happens.”

“But I’m not a baby!” I complained. A tear rolled out of my eye before I could stop it.

“It’s okay, sweetie, let’s get that wet diapee off and see if you need to do any more on the potty,” she told me while pulling me free of the footie. I stood in front of the potty in the swollen, cold diaper and tried to rip the tapes off. I couldn’t make any progress toward loosening it, no matter how hard I pulled on the tab. “Let me, sweetie,” she told me, pulling the diaper loose and gathering it in her hands.

I sat down on the potty and managed to pee a little still but couldn’t deny that I was now the bedwetter she’d told me I might become. I began crying, ‘What the hell was I thinking?!?!’

Ivy gently patted my shoulder, “It’s okay, Holly, it’s okay!”

I sat there sobbing on the potty for a few minutes before she said, “Are you done?”

I slowly breathed and got my composure together before nodding and standing up with tears still streaming from my eyes. Ivy held a baby wipe in her hand and reached down to contact my skin. The wipe was cold, and I felt more embarrassed as she cleaned my groin like a baby who needed a diaper change… ‘Like I needed…?’

“Shhh…” she reassured me when she was done and gathered me in her arms in a hug, “It’s okay, we knew this could happen, and that’s why you were wearing protection. That’s the only thing that got wet, so it’s okay!” She bounced me a little like you would with a baby and kept trying to soothe me. I was so embarrassed by this, but her rocking and soothing comments eventually made a difference as I calmed down.

“I’m sorry,” I told her.

“For what?”

“For being such a baby?” I said.

She hugged me tighter, “It’s okay; I would be upset too! How about we finish drying that face, putting on your big girl panties, and move on from this?”

I looked at her and nodded.

She carried me to my room and sat me down on the ground next to my dresser. She handed me a pair of panties we had bought the day before. I looked at them skeptically, “You’re still letting me wear these?”

“I told you I would let you wear them until three strikes, Holly. I also told you when you’re asleep doesn’t count. So as far as I’m concerned, your daytime track record is still perfect.”

“Thanks,” I told her, still shaken.

“Let’s get you dressed. What do you want to wear today?”

“Are shorts and a t-shirt an option now?” I asked tentatively. I noticed most of her clothing choices had leaned towards the girlier side of things.

“Sure,” she said, digging for a second to find me a pair of jean shorts with rhinestones and an applique unicorn. Next, she found a baby-doll style t-shirt to match that she handed to me. I dressed in the clothes and felt a little better as I padded after her to the dining room. When I stood beside the dining table, she picked me up and sat me in the high chair.

“Toast or oatmeal this morning?” she asked me.

“Both?” I suggested.

“Cinnamon in your oatmeal?”

“And a little brown sugar if you have it?”

She smiled at me, “give me just a minute.”

My eyes were drawn to a medical journal sitting on the table just out of my arm’s reach. It looked like it was similar to the New England Journal back home, something I had always enjoyed reading to discover the latest research. I looked up to see Ivy had just pulled a small bowl out of the microwave. She stirred it for a second and then brought it over to sit it on the tray in front of me. A second later, she put a small plate with a giant piece of toast she had cut up into four triangles.

I looked at the oatmeal and noticed from the color that she’d used milk as its base instead of water like I grew up with. I made a bit of a face, “What?” She asked me.

“I normally just use water to make my oatmeal… it’s the way I grew up.” I added

“Try it?”

I nodded and took the spoon she gave me and tried a bite of it. I quickly took another bite of it and another, “This is a lot better than any oatmeal I’ve ever had before!” I told her honestly as I found myself quickly guzzling the contents of the bowl down.

She patted my head, “Glad to hear it,” she smiled at me over a cup of coffee.

I briefly thought about asking for my own cup but instead just continued on with the bowl of mushy oatmeal. ‘Why does this taste so good?’ I asked myself. ‘Is it the cinnamon?’ I wondered… ‘Maybe it’s their brown sugar?’

I couldn’t help but finish the entire bowl before considering a drink from my sippy cup. Finally, I decided the juice inside it was enough instead of coffee and began munching on a slice of toast even though my belly was bloated from the oatmeal.

“You really liked that, huh?” She asked me.

“It was really good!” I told her.

“Well, I’ll try and make it for breakfast for you fairly often then!” she told me with a smile.

“You know I can make my own food too.”

Ivy just smiled in reply, “Maybe some other time, but I like spoiling you.”

I managed two-quarters of the one slice before my stomach said, ‘no more.’

“That’s all for me, I guess,” I told her after wearily looking at the last two pieces.

“You don’t have to eat everything I put down,” she told me with a giggle. “It will take us a while to figure out what portion sizes you actually eat.”

I nodded, “So what are we doing today?” I asked her.

“I figured we could just have an easy day here and get you settled in the rest of the way. Maybe you can read one of those books you were eyeing yesterday in my office?”

“Yes, please!” I said enthusiastically.

She came and picked me up out of the high chair and carried me over to the sink so I could wash my hands. I wiped my face off a second later with the damp paper towel I had used to dry my hands. Then, Ivy carried me into her office and asked, “What do you want to start with?”

I looked at the massive shelf and asked, “You’re in pediatrics, right?”

She nodded, “That’s my main focus.”

“What was the first pediatric-specific text you had in med school?”

She smiled at me when I asked this before scanning through the shelves, “Here, I think this is it,” she told me. ‘Academy of Pediatrics Guide to Pediatric and Little Care - Eighth Edition’ was the label on the cover. The cover alone reminded me of a text from college in my home dimension as she handed it to me.

“This feels like a concrete brick!” I said as I hefted the large book in my hands. I guessed it was probably twenty percent of my new weight! Of course, I remembered that my books in medical school weren’t light either.

She laughed, “It’s definitely not light reading! Why don’t I carry it to the couch, and you can lay on it and read?”

“Sounds good… but maybe I’ll visit the bathroom first?” I suggested nervously, “I’m feeling a little paranoid after last night.”

She squeezed me tight as she carried me and the book to set it down on the couch before taking me to the bathroom. “Don’t worry so much! It was one time, and it was at night. I don’t think you’ll have any problems while you’re awake.”

“I wish I shared your optimism,” I told her sadly. “I’ve never had any problems before!”

She squeezed me again and sat me down on the ground next to the potty. I pulled down my shorts, and the dry panties and urine piddled out in the potty for a while. ‘I guess that I really needed to go more than I thought…?’

As she washed my hands, I said, “Hopefully, that keeps problems from happening!”

She hugged me and sat me on the couch, where I flopped down on my stomach and flipped open the textbook. I began at the beginning and skimmed through the text, noting that most of the information paralleled my own dimension. Every now and then, though, ‘Littles’ got small notes speaking about other care that should be given versus the regular pediatric patients. I was in one section and felt my bones chill at a footnote there:

Little digestive systems are often negatively impacted by their feeding habits. Littles may face severe chronic constipation or dehydration due to poor dietary choices (especially unadopted Littles). Many full-grown Littles have been shown to be much healthier when their diets have been simplified to pureed foods or with breastmilk/formula only. Research indicates that the healthiest Littles are almost always fed a diet consisting primarily of breastmilk. For those Littles under the care of adults who prefer to have them remain eating the same diet as their parents are, it is strongly recommended that the food be pureed before feeding them. Or, at the very least, ensure that a rectal suppository is used at least twice a week for their bowel health.

‘What the fuck?!?’ I thought to myself. ‘This is an accepted medical text… and it basically says I should be eating baby food and breastmilk? Or sticking suppositories up my ass twice a week?!?!’

That little messed-up paragraph started me on a hunt for all of the Little oriented comments in the book. Some made sense to me as they addressed adolescence, menopause, and other adult health issues. For example, the difference with skeletal problems since ‘full-grown’ Little’s bones were already fused and done growing versus a genuine kid still growing was well documented. Other sections, though, dealt with far darker issues, including the validity of teeth removal, breast removal, gender change operations, and worst of all - ‘mobility therapy.’

I had nearly vomited when I read of a ‘standard’ procedure that involved cutting and shortening tendons to prevent the Little from walking. Another went even further and even affected the arms to prevent a Little from even crawling - it was suggested as a more invasive procedure for severe cases of Littles self-harming or running away. My face must have shown just how awful I thought it was because Ivy asked, “What are you making that face for?”

I sat up and looked at her, ‘How much can I say…? She’s been relatively kind to me so far, but she forced a gender change on me without asking… and I haven’t exactly seen her going off on the atrocities I’ve been seeing…?’

Deciding, ‘what the hell?’ I told her, “I’m reading about a procedure of shortening tendons so that a Little can only crawl?” as neutrally as I could.

She grimaced, “That book is a little dated now… the procedure has changed.”

“But they still do that to Littles?” I paused while she nodded, “Why would you do that to any living being?”

She sighed and came to join me on the couch sitting on the opposite side. “Look, I was honest with you the other day, and I will continue to be. Amazons really do want their Littles to be their babies… right down to the details,” she said, looking at my face. I felt at my own morphed face, and she looked uncomfortable, “As a culture, it’s become normal that moms want their Littles to behave like they are at a certain stage of development. For some, a preschooler who’s at least partially potty-trained works for them. That might be especially true for those who don’t like changing dirty diapers all the time. Many others want a toddler who can still walk, uses diapers as their bathroom, but normally gets fed the same things a normal toddler eats.”

“What’s the point of a Little who can only crawl?” I asked.

“Well, if you want a Little who’s the stage of a nine-month-old infant - or younger, it destroys the illusion of them being a real baby if they’re running around like an adult.” She added, “Most often, I see that procedure used when a Little has made too many escape attempts.”

My eyes widened and, without filtering, asked, “Is that something you think is appropriate? Would you…” I nervously paused and trembled, “Would you do that to me?”

She scooted over, scooped me up without warning, and hugged me. I shook even more in the hands of this giant who clearly held my fate in her hands, looking up at her big green eyes, “No, not in a million years would I do that to you or anyone. I’ve turned down requests to perform that procedure every time I’ve ever been asked.”

I found myself believing her in that one instance. I guessed this was her truthful face because it looked different and more passionate. “Promise?” I asked.

“Promise,” she said and squeezed me in a hug.

“I still don’t get the point of you all babying everyone,” I told her as I now found myself balancing on her knee with her hands behind my back, holding me.

“I told you it’s pretty much genetic…?”

“I get that you all would want to maybe start with them as a baby doll or something, but year in and year out…? Most parents I’ve known, and parents of patients I’ve had, have always been thrilled to be done changing diapers. They might do the chore, but most sigh with relief when they’ve been able to throw the diapers away… So how could they want to change diapers forever?”

She looked at me thoughtfully and said, “There are some that will try and potty train their Littles after a while.”

“Try?”

“Some succeed… and sometimes after that, they might even release them and nullify the adoption, letting them ‘grow up’ and leave the nest.’”

“What happens then?”

“Well, for the population’s sake, it usually results in them connecting with another free little, and that’s where most of our natural births of Littles will occur in this dimension.”

“Are there any that don’t end up being adopted at some point?”

“Rarely…” she said, “Most Littles end up adopted… some manage to escape even... but some, when they get old enough, usually in their forties when they begin looking less like a child, will be released if their parents don’t have treatments done.”

“Treatments?”

“Do you have facelifts in your dimension?”

I nodded, “lots of plastic surgery options. I think a couple years ago, I saw a statistic saying it was about a Sixteen Billion Dollar industry for that year. So if all you care about is money, it’s the specialty to go into.”

“Wow… It’s probably the same or more here, but that is insane! Ours is more focused on rejuvenation tech with nanites. We can make an elderly Littles face and skin morph back into that of a newborn if we want.”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Does the same work on internal organs?”

“To some degree, but the tech is still maturing there. Heart failure, strokes, and organ failure have resulted in fatalities in many still. Bone disorders and muscle breakdown are up there too.”

“How much older do they live?”

“Average lifespan for an unadopted little is probably 75-85 years old. Non-rejuvenated Littles tend to live a bit longer, about 110, with the better medical care they receive.”

“And the others?”

“Rejuvenation has only been out on the market for about ten years, but early studies show a life extension of at least another fifteen years. However, it’s still early enough that I may be underestimating the increase.”

“But… one-hundred-and-twenty-five years of being a baby… Is that even a life worth living?” I posited.

She looked at me thoughtfully, “For some, it might be. No bills, no job, no stress of work, just hours on end of relaxing and doing nothing while every need for them is taken care of.”

“But sitting there doing nothing but defecating on yourself, being forced to eat food that’s inedible for no real reason, and mutilated…?” I paused, hoping I wasn’t pushing it given the changes she’d made to me, “How can that seem like a living? Surely if it was so great… wouldn’t your kind be putting themselves into diapers?”

 

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