Seems Too Good - Chapters 25 and 26
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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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Chapter 25: Dietary Studies
I SAT GLUED to the article I was reading that discussed the ‘necessity’ of feeding Littles a diet of only breastmilk. Ivy’s credentials for the hospital gave me access to the local Emerson University Medical Library Catalog. Online they held hundreds of medical journals that you could view, and I’d been going through several of one pediatric journal’s last decade of publications during the previous six days since my accident in front of the TV.
Many close calls later, I had managed to make it seven days past my first accident without having another. Ivy had reminded me that morning that I had gained another strike to have since a week had passed since my first. Having two chances available again didn’t make me feel a whole lot better that morning. Not long after I ate breakfast, I had just about crapped my pants before getting to the toilet. For some reason, my bowels were feeling looser every day. That was, in addition, to barely receiving any warning on needing to pee from my bladder! I had myself on a strict alarm of trying to go every thirty minutes to ensure that I didn’t have accidents. ‘Sort of self-potty-training boot camp,’ I had thought when I started.
Looking back at the article, I wondered if I hadn’t identified the reason for my continence issues.
Dietary Studies for Best Practices with New Littles
Dr. Mark Nimitz, Professor Emerson University, Director of Little Care at EU Children’s Hospital
As more Littles begin to travel from the other dimension to ours, we are seeing an influx of Littles that are way more independent than our native Littles. But unfortunately, the effects of our adult food upon their digestive system seem to have negative consequences of severe constipation, allergic reactions, and poor weight control.
This study compared four hundred newly arrived Littles from a dimensional relocations agency who were split into four groups, a control group, pureed food, formula only, and breastfed only. The Formula and Pureed groups were given the same brands and volumes for each feeding, while logs of the control groups’ meals were kept and analyzed for nutritional information. Regular reporting of urine and bowel movement data and analysis of the consistency of fecal movements were made daily for twelve weeks. Daily weight and body temperature values were also collected. Caregivers were asked to also report on their Little’s apparent continence, or lack thereof, as the study progressed. The data was analyzed with a chi-squared test.
Overwhelming results demonstrated that Breastfed Littles were better adjusted in using their diapers as they lost their continence and reported far fewer cases of Constipation (Charts below).
Conclusion: Littles arriving from the new dimension are far healthier, better adjusted, and ready to be cared for if they are breastfed. Care should be taken when using Formula as a substitute for Breast Milk due to a significant increase in cases of constipation. Regular laxatives and suppositories should be administered if a Little is Formula Fed. Pureed baby food is also considered a better value for dietary needs than common adult table foods.
I found myself moving past the abstract and began pouring through the study’s data. As I did so, I had a sickening thought! ‘What is this ‘Tabers’ milk she’s been feeding me?!?’ I mentally considered the name and realized that if you rearranged the letters in ‘Tabers,’ breast was an obvious anagram!
When I mentally charted out my visits to the bathroom and the growing lack of control on my part, the data fit in far better with the breastfed Littles than it did the Formula-fed Littles. Given I’d been eating regular table food, I should have been more in line with the control group’s data - but clearly, I wasn’t.
Before accusing Ivy of what now seemed obvious, I delved into several more studies on their breast milk. It appeared that it acted as a powerful sedative on Littles, which would also explain the sudden fatigue I usually experienced whenever I’d had that milk. The more I read about the milk, the more I also discovered that the Amazonian women had, for some reason, developed a crazy overwhelming lactation reflex. Study after study showed how quickly they began producing milk upon adoption of a Little. In most cases, medication wasn’t even required to cause it! On average, a woman could just pump her breasts a week before adopting and have her milk in before arrival. Or, if unexpected, within less than a couple days of having a Little around, they would also lactate. I came across a babysitter training website for teens while I was searching terms and found it was even quite common for teenage babysitters to suddenly produce milk and need to feed the ‘kids’ they were babysitting to relieve their breasts.
Apparently, this was as much of a rite of passage for teen girls here as having their first period!
‘I’ve been here over a week and a half, and based on these studies, there’s no way she’s not producing…?’ I thought to myself. With a sigh, I remembered that she had given me the Tabers milk after a timeline that would fit with those facts too.
‘I’m being fed breast milk at least two or three times a day…’ was my thought before my potty alarm went off, and I got out of the screen I was in and headed to the potty.
I reached it in time to realize I really needed to pee and just barely had myself planted on the potty in time to make it. I went quite a lot and wondered what the solution was to the mess I was in. ‘It would help if the milk tasted awful… instead, it’s more addicting than alcohol!’
IVY WATCHED HOLLY run to the bathroom and couldn’t help but feel exhausted as she found herself again emptying the little potty, washing it, and making sure Holly washed her hands in the sink. After her second accident, she had figured the little girl would have had her third strike within the next day! Instead, she figured out how to set the alarm on her watch to go off every thirty minutes while she was awake.
‘I just want to diaper her already,’ she admitted. Every day at naptime and bedtime, she loved the time she could spend carefully putting Holly into the adorable diaper after rubbing baby powder into her skin. Her milk production had also seemed to take off to new levels in the following days, and she really wanted to get on with nursing her directly already! ‘The pump isn’t the same!’
She made lunch for them and decided that maybe the answer would present itself if they went out somewhere again. Holly had a voracious appetite for reading… so perhaps the library?
“Holly, what would you think about going to the library after your nap?”
Her eyes lit up, and she said, “Please?”
“Okay, let’s eat lunch and get your nap in before we go,” she told the little girl, who seemed to suddenly bounce with more energy. ‘I won’t ever take her ability to read away like my sister would. It’s amazing how she’s far more interested in reading than anything else. Actually, I wonder what she’s been reading today? I’ll have to check during her nap.’
Lunch didn’t take long to make or eat because she just made up some soup. Holly managed to feed herself fine with only a few drops more than Ivy dropped on herself. She noticed her skeptical look at the sippy cup of milk but still drank it like an addict once she took her first sip.
“Let’s get you diapered for your nap,” she told Holly when she had stopped eating.
“Okay,” came the girls’ tired response.
The cup of milk seemed to have done its job just fine on that front. Ivy undid the buckles holding Holly in the high chair and carried her to the bedroom, where she lay Holly on top of the dresser. She’d managed to get Holly to be okay with her putting the changing pad on top of there. It made a make-shift changing table, so Ivy didn’t have to bend down. Next, she pushed the skirt of her dress back and underneath her to expose her panties that were somehow still staying dry.
Lifting her ankles in one hand, she gently pinched and pulled the panties off her and sat them on the cabinet next to her head. She quickly flipped open the diaper and placed it underneath her bottom. She loved the smell of baby powder and generously sprinkled Holly’s skin with it, rubbing it into her diaper area and a little above and below. She smiled at Holly, who looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but there right then. A quick tickle to her stomach made the smile come that she loved seeing come out.
‘I will make her diaper changes so much fun when she finally ends up in them!’ The changing table in her nursery had several toys set next to it to help her keep a happy little girl. ‘And a pacifier once the thumb sucking really takes hold.’ Several TV shows she’d been watching with Holly should have already had her doing that nearly all of the time! But she’d only seen her do it once in her sleep so far! ‘She’ll get there,’ she reminded herself as she taped the second side of Holly’s diaper closed.
She picked her up and hugged her, “Have a good nap,” she told the girl, almost already asleep.
“Night,” the sleeping little yawned and seemed to be out.
‘I have to go pump now…’ she told herself with a sigh and walked out of her room and closed the door. Her output surprised her as she stored away bags daily in the freezer. Her freezer had enough milk to solely feed Holly on expressed milk for a few weeks - even if she gave her seven or eight bottles a day!
Once she had herself cleaned up, she debated asking Holly to wear a Pull-Up on this trip to be safe if she had that accident. But instead, she just made sure the diaper bag she was taking had a few spare diapers this time, a single Pull-Up, wipes, and two rompers that would be good for the warm temperatures that day. ‘I’m surprised, though, with how much Holly willingly dresses in dresses. I had expected that to be more of a problem?’ In fact, she changed out one of the rompers for a sunsuit-styled dress instead. The short skirt barely covered a one-piece snapped bottom that would cover a diaper quite adorably when she finally ended up in them!
I FOUND MYSELF waking up to the sounds of Ivy moving around my room. “Awake now?” she asked me.
I felt my thumb was wet for some reason and realized it had been in my mouth while I slept. I blushed and quickly wiped it dry on my sheets as I sat up. The skirt of my dress had hiked up, and I could see the diaper was very swollen and wet, “How long was I asleep?” I asked.
“Two hours, pretty much like normal,” she told me. “You still want to go to the library?”
“Please!” I said with a smile and scooted off the bed, and walked to her. “Can you get me out of this diaper first, though?”
“Of course!” She said with a smile and picked me up to sit me on the cabinet.
She pulled at the tapes and looked concerned, then, “This again… you have some stool in your diaper.”
“I pooped myself in my sleep?” I asked, concerned. “Sleep doesn’t count still, right?” I asked.
She smiled, “No, sleep doesn’t count. But I’m worried about leaving you in a diaper overnight without changing you if this becomes normal…?”
She used a baby wipe then to wipe my butt excessively clean. I felt her wipe my anus firmly and blushed red. When she finished, the wipe was pretty brown, and she wrapped the diaper into a ball. I was given my panties and walked down the hallway to the bathroom to go again before we left.
“You good to go now?” She asked me when I was done tinkling just a little bit.
I nodded, “Yes, please.”
I let her gather me into her arms and watched her put the diaper bag on one shoulder, and soon we were in the garage. She wasted no time buckling me into the babyish car seat and driving away. I kept my eyes open and watched the road next to her as she drove. I believed we were going in the opposite direction than we had been going to shop and do anything else. “How far is the library?” I asked her.
“Not far, just a few blocks,” she answered.
Sure enough, she quickly came to a large building with a public library sign on the outside. As she lifted me onto her side, she asked, “Can I just carry you inside?”
I nodded just as my watch beeped, “Can we go to the bathroom first?”
She said, “Sure,” as she carried me towards the building and asked, “can you silence that while we’re here?”
I understood libraries needed to be quiet, so I turned the alarm off for a bit while she carried me inside. ‘I’ll just have to turn it back on when we leave,’ I told myself. She took me to the restroom and held me over a smaller toilet that was clearly designed to be more accessible for young children. I was embarrassed that I was still a little small for it, so she held me just to be safe. After such a short drive, I didn’t really need to go much, but I wasn’t taking chances!
I was excited to see the rest of the building as we walked through a large circular entryway where the circulation desk sat. The outside of the building had been covered in a complex geometric pattern of glass and steel. Inside the building seemed to be a Twentieth-Century artist’s painting with vibrant colors that emphasized the odd designs and angles throughout the building.
“Where to first?” She asked me.
“Non-fiction?” I suggested.
“You have enough of that at home; how about something fiction-wise?”
I sighed, “Mysteries?”
She smiled, “That sounds good!” and carried me to a wall of titles.
It was tough to pull the big books down and hold me, so Ivy said, “Here, why don’t you point out six or seven titles, and I’ll carry them over to a table for you to look through.”
“Okay,” I told her with a smile.
I browsed the covers and titles and tried to remember the last time I had been in a physical library… ‘Med school,’ I admitted. ‘And that wasn’t for fun!’
After a while, we had a stack that I wanted to look through. I followed Ivy as she carried them to a corner of the room with chairs and couches. I sat down on some plush carpet next to a chair she sat in to look through them while doing the same with a few others she was curious about. I was engrossed in checking the covers and just speed-reading through the first chapters to see if I did want to check them out. Time passed quickly without my alarms before I decided on two of the books to check out. Then, just as I stood up to walk over to where Ivy sat, I felt a sudden urge and dropped the books, “Iv…” was all I got out before it happened.
My stomach cramped, and I froze as a slimy mess passed uncontrollably through my sphincter and began piling up in my panties. Simultaneously my bladder began trickling urine out. I could feel my legs wet as the trickle became a flood, and soon a puddle formed at my feet. Right then, I felt more poop come out, and I knew without a doubt that my panties were ruined. Ivy looked up at me and quickly walked over to me. I could tell by the brightening of her eyes that my strikes were up!
Chapter 26: Game Over
I BEGAN SOBBING since I knew my days as an adult were over. The mess inside my panties felt sticky and uncomfortable as I heard, “Oh dear, you weren’t really potty training her, were you?” from a woman standing next to us.
“We were,” Ivy said with a finality that confirmed my belief she would hold to her rules.
“Definitely not ready to be a big girl, yet was she? Such a small cute thing, I would never have even tried,” the woman said.
I looked at the condescending bitch in front of me and barely held in my tongue as Ivy told her, “She’s my little girl, not yours. I believed in giving her a chance. I need to get her cleaned up now - could you ask someone to help clean up here?”
I looked back appreciatively at Ivy, who grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s go find a bathroom and get you cleaned up.”
I was red with embarrassment and noticed that apparently, she didn’t even want to carry me. So we began walking, and the poop started to drip out of my panties and down my legs. My tears fell faster, and I could barely see as she pulled me along, taking me by the wrist like a misbehaving toddler.
Along the way, I had more than a few little kids laughing at me and making fun of the baby who couldn’t make it to the potty. One teenager said, “Ooh… did the big girl discover she needs her diapees?” as we passed her going into the bathroom.
“That she did,” Ivy said, “Now, please move so I can get her cleaned up.”
Like every bathroom I’d been into in this dimension, there were multiple changing tables inside. I tearily looked up at the one Ivy pulled down and hung the bag on. She dug inside and pulled out the purple changing pad, a diaper, wipes… and I watched my life effectively end!
I stood next to her, just wanting to get clean already. But, once she prepared the table, she turned to me and pulled the dress off over my head, leaving me standing only in the poopy panties that continued to drip at my feet. “These panties just need to be cut off now,” she pulled out a small pair of scissors from somewhere and did just that. Two snips, and she kept as much poop wrapped in the ruined panties as she could as she tossed the mess in the trash can.
I was now naked and could see and feel the poop smeared on my butt and legs. I watched in detached fascination as one piece crawled down my leg like a worm for a moment before it plopped down on the ground beside my foot. I shifted my body over a little to avoid it. Ivy left me standing on the floor and began using several baby wipes to clean me up. I felt tears down my face and sniffled as her hands firmly but hurriedly wiped the poop off my butt, groin, and legs. She also used another wipe to quickly pick up what had fallen off me before she threw the disgusting brown wipes in the trash. “Come on, up on the table,” she told me as she lifted me on the pad. I began crying out loud, unsure of what my fate was now.
‘Am I only going to be treated like a baby? Only be fed like those Littles?!?!’ I was convinced my life would be over and had moved to a full-on panic attack and struggled to breathe. Suddenly something invaded my mouth, and I realized she had shoved a pacifier inside my mouth to try and quiet me down. I wanted to spit it out, but my mouth couldn’t get it out for some reason.
As Ivy wiped me up with more wipes, my face streamed with tears worse than when my parents died. She even thoroughly wiped my feet that she had now stripped off my sandals.
“There, you’re all clean now,” she cooed at me, “Let’s just get your diaper on you, a fresh outfit, and then we’ll get you home,” she said soothingly.
She wasted no time flipping a diaper open, grabbing my ankles, and lifting my now clean and cold butt into the air. The lady that had commented on my potty-training ability walked in just then and said, “Good, I see you were prepared at least. I wanted to tell you a staff member cleaned up her mess. I left the books you two had right outside this bathroom. Enjoy your nice clean diapee!” The woman irritatingly taunted me with a waggle of her fingers and then walked out the door.
I felt more tears as my butt was sat down on the dry padding, and she brought the front of it closed, taping the diaper closed. “It’s okay, Holly,” Ivy cooed to me. “There’s nothing wrong with needing your diapers. You’re just a Little. It’s normal here!”
I shook my head as she dug into the diaper bag and brought out a pile of cloth that she pulled over my head. At first, I thought it was a dress, but she lifted my legs in the air again and pulled a piece of fabric like a romper closed. Finally, I realized it was like a dress but had a onesie underneath to conceal my diaper.
‘My diaper,’ I teared up more. Wearing baby diapers when sleeping had been bad enough, but now I would be wearing them all of the time. ‘Can I still use the potty?’ I wondered but knew that wouldn’t even likely be an option. I’d had almost no warning before pooping my panties this time.
I was, in a word, screwed!
IVY COULDN’T BELIEVE it had finally happened! Finally, she had her baby girl for real! She was dressed in the cute sunsuit and sucking on a pacifier; she was the perfect picture of an adorable baby girl! ‘I hadn’t planned on using that pacifier… but she was making too much of a scene,’ she thought while noting she was still crying. Maybe she wasn’t quite a perfect picture right then.
She could see that Holly knew that changes were here, and she had no intention of letting them go back to how they’d spent the last two weeks. Holly would be using her diapers now like a good baby - all of the time – and she believed it was finally time to introduce her to her nursery when they got home! For now, she cooed to her and bounced her, “It’s okay, Holly. Mommy loves you and will take care of you, so you no longer have to worry about the potty. You won’t have to get up every thirty minutes to use the potty and can just keep doing what you want to!”
Holly frowned around the pacifier shield, and she just hugged her tightly, “Let’s grab those books, check out, and go home so we can talk.”
She held onto her newly diapered little girl tightly as she walked out the restroom door. True to the ladies’ word, those books they had been looking at were neatly stacked. “You still want these books?” she asked Holly.
She heard a mumble behind the pacifier that she interpreted as the shocked question, “I can still have them?!?”
“Yes, you can still have them. Just because we’re taking a couple steps backward doesn’t mean I will let you be bored to death.”
The frown around the pacifier turned up to almost a smile, and she felt something inside her warm. She knew it was the right choice to not completely infantilize the little girl. ‘Changes are coming, though,’ she thought to herself with a wide smile.
At the checkout desk, the lady working behind the desk asked, “Oh, so is this the little baby who thought she could wear big girl pants already?”
She bounced the upset little up and down and said, “Well, she tried at least. Now we know that diapees are the only thing she’s meant to wear, huh?” she looked down at Holly and squeezed her. Ivy really hoped Holly understood she wasn’t making fun of her. But unfortunately, the tears trailing down her face didn’t show that understanding was present. She sighed, handed her library card to the lady, got their books checked out, and headed to the car.
Buckling Holly in, she kissed her head, “It’ll be okay,” she promised her.
WHEN WE HAD been on the road for a couple of minutes, I tried spitting the pacifier out again but couldn’t. It was like it had inflated and wouldn’t leave my mouth. I tried pulling it out with my hands and couldn’t get anywhere, but I began to panic. It twisted and suddenly felt more pain as it inflated even more in my mouth. My jaw spasmed because of how much it was being forced open. I whimpered.
“Don’t mess with your paci,” Ivy warned. “It needs an adult to pull it out. If you keep messing with it, you’ll not like the results.”
“I hate you!!!!!” I screamed through the pacifier but knew it wouldn’t be interpreted as anything but a garbled mess. At that moment, I felt a need to go pee again and tried to hold it, but before she had even pulled into the garage, I found I had wet the damn diaper.
‘What the hell was I thinking?!?!’ I yelled at myself.
She came around to get me, and I fought the urge to hit her. Instead, pointing to the pacifier and trying to say ‘please.’
To my relief, she did something, and it came out of my mouth. “How could you put that in my mouth!?!?” I cried and rubbed my jaw.
“If you behave and don’t scream, I’ll only use regular baby pacifiers from now on,” she told me.
I didn’t trust myself to speak then, so I nodded slightly before asking, “What now?”
“Now, we need to sit down and talk about what happens next.”
I shuddered and shivered as she carried me to the couch and sat with me on her lap. She turned me to where I was facing her but held me firmly with her hands to straddle one of her legs. “So, the milk finally did me in?” I asked as tears had mostly run out of my eyes.
“What?”
“The Tabers milk, or just call it the real name, your breast milk,” I told her.
She looked at me with surprise, “What? How?”
“I’ve spent the last week researching, but I’m an idiot and didn’t figure it out until this morning when it was too late. So why do that to me?”
She sighed, “Okay.”
“I mean it, stop beating around the bush. I know you want a baby! Why me, though? You know I’m not a dumb baby! I’m a great surgeon!”
“I always wanted a little girl of my own… but my career got in the way. So when I went to PR for a Little, they surprised me by showing me you instead of a girl. Something about you, though… I knew I had to have you as my little girl.”
“But why a baby? Why can’t I be a potty-trained preschooler? You said it yourself that some can live like that!”
She shook her head, “You’re much too small to be a preschooler for one,” she sighed, “two, I like the idea of babying you. So every day when I diapered you for your bedtime and naps, I fought to not just keep you in them.”
“Why not just do that?”
She looked uncomfortable, “I wanted you to realize that your body needs diapers before I made you wear them.”
“But if I stopped drinking your milk…?”
“Then you might be able to make it with an accident every other day. But, unless you return to your dimension, you will always have accidents now.”
I looked at her with a look of hate, “So what now?”
“Well… now I guess we stop pretending you’re an adult. You are going to be in diapers from here on out for everything. I’ll go throw away that potty today as you won’t be needing it.”
“I can’t even use it to…?”
“No, there will be no more potty training attempts. Everything you do goes into your diaper from now on. You won’t get enough warning from your body to use one anyway.”
“But…” I said until the pissed-off mom look stopped me. Then, I sighed, “What else?”
She sighed, “Well, I think we will stop beating around the bush. You’ve been drinking my milk from your sippy cup; you’re going to start drinking it from the source.”
“That’s disgusting!!!” I told her.
“If you agree to nurse from me, I’ll let you keep eating adult food.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Well, I could force you, but instead, I think we’ll plan on you eating baby food and drinking formula instead if you won’t.”
“You can’t do that to me,” I shuddered.
“It’s your choice,” she told me.
“No…” I growled back.
“Well, I can definitely tell you’re cranky, and it’s time for your afternoon nap. We’ll figure out your decision later when you’re a little calmer. As of right now, though, I’m also going to stop pretending that old room is your real bedroom.”
She stood up suddenly and carried me to the locked door she had told me was a closet. I thought back to the first day when I had joked it must be a nursery… It turned out I was right, as she opened the door up. Behind the door was the girliest and most beautiful nursery that I imagined a parent could put together for a new baby.
Three of the four walls were the lightest shade of purple… almost white, with the fourth wall being darker but still a lighter lavender color. All along the lightest walls were hand-painted dragonflies and butterflies flitting about them. Some of them were even three-dimensional pieces that stuck out from the wall. Along the side of the darker wall were flowers that the butterflies were flitting around, with a vast white crib backed against the wall.
My eyes flew to the crib, and I felt my diaper warm with urine as my fear paralyzed me.
An oversized white rocking chair sat in the corner with a light pink blanket. Nearby a large dresser with a changing table was set between the crib and a window that looked out to the backyard. All around the room, there were shelves filled with toddler and baby toys, picture books, and all the things you would expect a baby to have in her nursery.
‘My nursery...’ I thought as I looked around. ‘My prison,’ I amended as she carried me to the changing table.
“You really planned this all along,” I said aloud, even as she had already told me.
“I began putting your nursery together the day I saw your first message,” she told me as she lay me on a cushioned changing pad that was surprisingly comfortable. A strap came across my chest a moment later, and she buckled it closed before tightening it down to be the right fit to keep me from sitting up or falling off the table. “Let’s change your diaper and get you a nap,” she told me.
I grimaced as she pulled the snaps free on the underside of the sunsuit and then proceeded to nearly cover my head with the skirt. I figured she’d just rip the tapes and get to work, but instead, she began tickling my feet and side. “Stop…” I giggled uncontrollably and felt a bit more urine shoot into my diaper.
“All the pee-pee out of you now?” she asked.
I looked at her, “You just wanted to make me pee myself?”
“Saves changing a diaper sooner,” she admitted. “Besides, your smile is pretty, and I love your laugh.”
I forced myself to frown at her even though a part of me appreciated the affection. I was so pissed off at her, though! This room gave light to the complete lie of everything she had ever told me. I had figured out bits and pieces, but somehow, I had blinded myself to the fact that she thoroughly planned this… and was this prepared. ‘And I fell for it hook, line, and sinker for some stupid reason.’
She pulled the tapes of the diaper free, then lifted my ankles up in the air and cleaned me with a wipe. A different diaper came out than those I had come to know as normal. It was purple with butterflies all over it to match the nursery. As she placed it underneath me, I could tell it seemed thicker than my old ones. As she taped me in and it was noticeably thicker. “Why’s this one thicker?” I complained.
“You’re going to be making all of your pee-pees and poopies in your diapees now. So I want you to be comfortable! That’s one of the best diapers on the market,” she said like I should be proud of the Porsche’s of diapers being wrapped around my waist. “It’s supposed to be good for eighteen hours of protection.”
“You won’t leave me in this for…?”
“No, I’m not a monster. But it does mean I don’t have to worry about you leaking if we’re out and not near a place to change you.”
I sighed in relief as she snapped the crotch snaps back. She undid the buckle holding me down and picked me up to place me in the crib.
I looked up at her as she set me inside the prison and looked for any way to easily climb out. The top bar was well above my head. ‘Maybe if I leap, I can grab onto it?’ I thought to myself.
“Holly,” Ivy said to me, redirecting my attention back to look at her.
“Yes?” I snarled.
“Look, I would prefer if we took the easy way for this transition to your new life. But before I leave you for your nap, I want to make sure you understand there are rules that you will now have to follow.”
“Like what?” I asked, growing nervous.
“When I put you in your crib or your playpen - you will stay in it. This one should be tall enough to easily keep you in, but I don’t want you getting any ideas of getting out either.”
“What happens if I start getting out?”
“They make straps that I can tie you in there,” she told me.
I gulped, “You wouldn’t?”
“Not as a first choice. Be a good girl, and don’t make me have to do it.”
I nodded and sat down on the mattress. Ivy used her giant hand, pushed me onto my back, and produced another pacifier.
“No, please, not that…?” I cried and pulled myself as far from her in the crib as possible.
She sighed, “I’m sorry I used that one on you. I promise I won’t again. This is just a normal baby pacifier, not even meant for Littles. I know you’re sucking your thumb in your sleep now; I think this will be less hard on your teeth.”
She teased the teat between my closed lips for a second before I relented and let it in. I turned over on my side and faced away from her. The crib wasn’t slatted on that side; instead, it was a solid piece of white wood, and I attempted to ignore her. She pulled a blanket over the top of my body and leaned down to kiss me, “Have a good nap,” she said.
I couldn’t believe how my fortune failed again so rapidly. I had managed to reset one of the strikes and would have been back to three tomorrow… But instead, I had gone poop, and the charade Ivy had been presenting of allowing me some independence was shattered. I closed my eyes and hoped that maybe this was just a bad dream, but the pacifier in my mouth belied that point completely.
After a while, I felt myself drifting to sleep for real.