Seems Too Good Chapters 29 and 30 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 29: Swing of Things
 

“WELL… LOOK, NO other Big will offer this… but I’ll make you this promise… if you’re still miserable at the end of the contracted time they said you would be here, I’ll send you home.” Ivy told me.

“Incontinent?”

“It might be possible to train you again?” She suggested.

I sighed, “It’s not like I have many choices.”

She hugged me, “I’m sorry, I know you think your life is over… but maybe this will be a better life?” Then, she paused and stared at me for a long moment, “I really do love you, Holly.”

I just nodded, definitely not about to say ‘I love you too’ in this situation. Feeling awkward, I found myself looking down at Ivy’s breasts again. The nipples were dripping tiny droplets every now and then, it was tantalizing, and my stomach growled right then.

“You want a midnight snack before you go to bed?” she asked me, seeing where I was looking.

“No…” I paused, “Maybe…?” Then, I sighed, “It’s weird!”

“Not at all, baby,” she told me. “Do you want to nurse here or after I dress you?”

I began peeing right then, “Maybe after you dress me… I keep peeing.”

She laughed, “If that’s the only reason you want to wait, I don’t mind a little pee.”

I blushed, “I do, though?”

“Okay,” she said to me and sat up. I watched her reach over and unplug the tub before standing up with me in her arms. She dried us off with a towel before laying me on my back on a thin, soft cloth on her bed. Apparently, she had stashed some diapers in her room because she quickly had me taped in the new diaper and began manipulating folding the blanket around me. It took me a few moments before realizing she was swaddling me tightly. I felt helpless when she finished because I could not move my body or hands.

“Do you really have to do this to me?” I asked her.

“Shush…” she told me, “give it a try; you may find you get the best sleep you’ve ever had. Swaddling is supposed to be very comforting even to adults.”

I would have grumbled more, but a pacifier was plunked into my mouth then.

Sighing, I couldn’t do much more than turn my head and watch as Ivy grabbed a pair of her panties from the dresser. I watched her slide them up over her butt before wrapping a thin robe around her body. I blushed as I realized she wasn’t putting any other clothes on.

‘Is there really a point if you need to pull your boobs out anyway?’ I admitted.

She came back for me, gathering me in her arms like you would a newborn, “Come on, princess, I know you’re not thrilled with me today, but at least you can enjoy some comfort from me?”

I grumbled around the pacifier, “I would have if you hadn’t wrapped me in this...” I tried to say.

She got the gist of it, “Really, just give it a try,” she told me. Back in the nursery, she sat down in the rocking chair and moved the robe out of the way for her left breast before bringing me up to it. With my arms bound tightly in the swaddling, there was no way I could hold myself up there, so I just latched on and began sucking on her nipple.

The warm nipple began gushing milk into my mouth with every suck, and I found myself contentedly filling my stomach. When Ivy burped me and switched me to the other side, I was already fading back to sleep.
 

IVY WASN’T QUITE sure how to label the day now. ‘Not a complete disaster,’ was her best guess.

Holly had fallen asleep quickly while nursing her second breast and didn’t seem like she was pulling any more milk from her. She could feel that she was still full, though. Ivy gently used a baby wipe on Holly’s face to get off the slobber and milk that had made it onto her chin before lying her down in the crib. ‘Better go pump the rest,’ she thought.

She got nearly a bottle worth still out of her right breast and another little bit out of her left breast that seemed to understand it needed to do more. Cleaning up, she found a pair of comfortable satin pajamas to put on before checking on Holly.

Seeing Holly was sound asleep, she closed the door again and made sure she had the monitor turned up as she lay down in her own bed.

‘I hope she can get over hating me…’ she thought as tears streamed down her face. She listened to soft snores coming over the baby monitor, ‘At least we got over the hump with nursing from now on…’ she thought as she looked one more time at the clock. It was already forty-five minutes into the next day. ‘Ugh…’ she thought, ‘I definitely will have to feed her regular food. I don’t think I could do the three am feedings that I would have to do if she’s only on breast milk.’

She closed her eyes and smiled, ‘I finally have my little baby girl!’
 

WHEN IVY WOKE up, she looked at the clock and saw it was still relatively early. ‘I should call Mom sometime today,’ she thought. ‘Maybe I’ll make sure that Holly sees the backyard today.’ She’d been keeping her from seeing the elaborate playhouse she had built for her until Ivy felt like she was ready. ‘I don’t know of many other Littles with their own mini-house,’ she thought.

Her breasts felt full, so she decided she needed to do something about it. For a second, she started walking towards the pump in the kitchen but then suddenly veered off to the nursery. Holly was still sleeping and looked so adorable, all bundled up in her swaddling. The pacifier had never left her mouth, and she watched it bob with each unconscious suckling. Ivy reached down and began undoing the swaddling around Holly, figuring it would wake her up, but was surprised Holly remained asleep. ‘She can sleep through just about anything,’ she thought.

Wanting to nurse her skin-to-skin when she woke up, she carried her over to the changing table and began pulling the footie pajamas off her. The diaper she wore was soaked and starting to leak around the legs. She opened it up to start changing it, and Holly finally began to stir.

“Where am I?” Holly asked sleepily, wiping her face with her eyes.

“Just getting your wet diapee changed,” Ivy soothed.

Her eyes came straight open then, and she tried to move, but the belt held her down.

“Just a moment, sweetie, I’m almost done,” she told her as she moved to wipe her down with some baby wipes. There was a bit of loose-looking stool in her butt that she wiped carefully. Some red spots were beginning to form, so she grabbed rash cream and applied it to her butt.

“What’s that?”

“Rash ointment,” she told her as she lay her butt down on the new diaper. “You’re looking a little red back there,” she added.

Holly’s face turned red to match and looked like she was biting her tongue from saying something else. Since she didn’t say anything, she finished changing her into her new diaper. Finishing up, she wiped her hands with a baby wipe before picking Holly up and carrying her to the rocking chair.

“You’re nursing me again?” She asked Ivy, sounding more than a bit testy.

She looked down at her and realized she probably was tired of liquid meals; she hadn’t had real food since lunch the day before. “Please? I’ll make you bacon or sausage for breakfast afterward?”

She looked at her and held out her pinky, “Pinky, swear?”

Ivy felt a bit incredulous with her sometimes, but she took her tiny pinky in her own and said, “Pinky swear.”

“What if I just go back to sleep because of your milk?” She whined as Ivy settled down and moved her robe away.

“I’ll wake you up for food, promise,” Ivy told her.

“Why are you naked?” She asked before she could get her up to her breast.

Ivy blushed, “Skin-to-skin contact is supposed to make bonding easier?”

“Horse-crap,” Holly said, “nothing will make this easier!”

Before she could say anything else to ruin her morning, Ivy put Holly’s face to her nipple and watched her latch on. The feeling as her tongue and mouth sucked on her nipple was terrific. She couldn’t help but feel slightly aroused as the little girl nursed until the breast would give no more.

“Come on, let’s burp and go to the other one,” she told Holly.

Ivy pulled her mouth away from her breast and placed her face towards her shoulder. A few pats to the back resulted in an enormous belch, “Guess you have piggies in your tummy, huh?” She said in her mommy’s voice.

In seconds she had her on her other breast and noticed that she was becoming heavier and obviously sleepy in her arms once again. ‘I may have to wait to feed her until after she’s eaten solid food in the future,’ she told herself. ‘My milk put her out like a light!’

Sure enough, she was fully asleep as she pulled her away from her breast and cuddled her for a moment. She hadn’t been lying about the bonding through skin-to-skin contact - even if it didn’t affect the Littles, it certainly did her. Holly felt like she was her own biological child, and she would protect her at all costs. Feeling a bit sticky from Holly’s mouth on her nipples, she decided to get up.

A quick check of Holly’s diaper revealed she was already pretty wet, so she changed her and then dressed her in a simple pink onesie with ‘Mommy’s Girl’ on it. Little hearts popped up at random in the design and made her heart flutter. ‘I think I’ll put her in the swing…’ she thought. Ivy quietly carried her to the living room and strapped her into her new swing. She programmed in a pattern that mimicked mommy rocking her baby, setting it in motion while it played a soft lullaby. She had been sure to buy a swing for a baby, not a Little, to be sure it wouldn’t do anything else to the girl.

‘I’ve already done more than enough,’ she thought as she wiped herself off with some baby wipes and then hooked up the breast pumps. ‘I’d better get the last out of my one and keep working on increasing my production. If she’s going to be eating breast milk only when I can’t get to her, they’ll need a lot of bottles!’

She cleaned up after pumping, pleased to see another full bottle worth remaining in her breasts after nursing, and got dressed before working on cooking some sausage and bacon on the stove.
 

I COULDN’T BELIEVE that the events of the last couple of weeks had happened. Nursing for the third time from Ivy left me feeling the need to really pee as soon as I woke up. I held that in for just a single moment before it left me involuntarily and made its way into the diaper. I smelled bacon and hoped that meant she was keeping her word to me. I wasn’t overly hungry after nursing, but the smell was heavenly. I looked down at myself and saw she had dressed me in a onesie t-shirt that appeared to have a cutesy ‘mommy’s girl’ saying on it. I groaned, wondering about how bad the messages on onesies could get. ‘So help me, if she puts me in a ‘filling diaper’ shirt with a full battery indicator on it, I’m going to scream!’

I sighed and looked at where I was. I was rocking and figured I must have been in a swing. It was a soothing motion, but I really didn’t want to stay in there, “Mommy?” I called out after spitting the pacifier out.

“Just a minute Holly Bear. I just need to get the rest of this sausage out of the pan.”

‘Holly Bear?!?!’ I groaned. ‘If you’re a baby to her, I’m sure there will be a lot of worse nicknames,’ I complained.

I saw that I was in another of those inescapable five-point harnesses on my car seat, my high chair, and anything else they could come up with. I thought about manipulating the buckle to release me, but I knew it was a waste of time to try. Whatever the Amazons had done with the restraints had effectively childproofed them from me.

‘I wonder if there are any how-to guides online…?’ I wondered to myself. ‘If she even really lets me use my tablet still.’

Ivy finally clanked the pan down and walked over to me. “Did you have some good extra sleep?” she cooed at me.

I sighed, “I guess.”

Fingers suddenly intruded on my diaper, and I gasped, “What are you doing?”

“Seeing how wet your diapee is,” she told me. “It’ll hold through breakfast at least.”

I growled but kept my mouth shut as she placed me into the high chair and at least set a plate of bacon, sausage, and toast in front of me. A baby bottle filled with juice joined the food. “May I at least have my sippy cup?” I asked as politely as I could.

She looked at me for a moment silently. “It’s already in the bottle… drink that, and I’ll give you your sippy cup later?”

I sighed, “I guess that’s reasonable… Thank you for the food,” I added. After last night’s horrors, I never wanted to be fed baby food again. ‘The breast milk isn’t that terrible,’ I admitted, ‘but I wouldn’t want to only eat it.’

I wasn’t given any utensils, so I just grabbed a piece of bacon with my hand and noted that the piece was as large as my arm! The sausage patties on my plate were smaller, while the couple I could see on her plate would have made great giant hamburgers for me! I looked at the bottle skeptically but was thirsty enough to pick it up and take a tentative swallow.

The juice entered my mouth, but I couldn’t identify the fruit. It was sweet and tasty after everything from dinner last night. I found myself drinking for a long moment on it before I sat it down. I noted I’d guzzled nearly a third of the bottle in that one drink!

I grew suspicious at that, “what is this?”

“Plapple juice,” she said. “It’s a hybrid fruit that is mainly used for making juice. Seems to be a favorite of young children and Littles. I find it too sweet personally, but I thought you might enjoy it? I’ve given it to you quite a bit already?”

“How young of children?” I asked suspiciously.

She shrugged, “Usually preschoolers or under?”

“Why don’t older kids drink it?”

She looked nervous, “It increases urine output and sometimes is too helpful on the bowels.”

“So, it’s a diuretic and a laxative? Is it safe?” I asked nervously while wanting more.

“Perfectly safe; I promise I won’t give you anything that’s not.”

“Your milk might be considered otherwise,” I told her. “It definitely had a negative physiological effect on me.”

She sighed, “I’m sorry you’re upset about it, but it was a matter of time no matter what.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Finish your breakfast first?”

I sighed and grabbed some more pieces of bacon and sausage. I stared at the bottle, ‘Should I?’ I asked myself. Right then, I felt my diaper warm with more pee and felt something else needing to exit my bowels. I did my best to hold it in but knew it was a losing proposition. ‘What the hell?’ I decided and grabbed the gigantic bottle and brought the nipple to my lips. I noticed it was like the shape of Ivy’s nipples, but not quite. ‘Avoiding ‘nipple confusion,” I shook my head as I sucked a mouthful of juice into my mouth. My self-control was going as quickly as my continence because I found myself nursing it empty before I went for the final piece of bacon.

“All done?” Ivy asked.

I felt the need to fart and knew I couldn’t hold it in long.

“Mommy, I need to use the potty,” I cried out. My gut cramped painfully.

I looked over at her, and she shook her head, “You’re wearing your potty. Remember our deal? You got your three strikes, so that means you need those diapers. I’m not going to waste attempts trying to toilet train you since we both know that’s not an option anymore.”

I stared at her and felt tears stream down my eyes. It had already happened too many times, and I was past my breaking point. I tried to let some gas out gently but felt my abdominal muscles cramping and pushing a mess into my diaper and smushing it against my butt. “Not again…” I cried out.

 
 

Chapter 30: Backyard
 

“WHAT?” SHE ASKED. Then I saw her sniff, “Oh, is my baby Holly Bear messy and needs a change?”

I glared at her, “Yes, I have a sh… poop-filled diaper. Please get me out of it!”

“When I’m done eating and cleaning up,” she told me.

“But…”

“But you need to get used to being poopy for short periods of time. It’ll just be a few minutes. Besides, smart mommies don’t immediately change a poopy diaper.”

“Why?” I cried.

“Because… there’s probably more to come.” She took a few more bites of her food as tears streamed from my eyes. The stickiness of the mess combined with the knowledge of having shit all over my skin didn’t sit well with me. As she stood up to start cleaning up, I smelled it too and wanted to gag.

I felt another cramp as she turned on the sink to wash the dishes. Not knowing what else to do, I lifted my butt off the seat as much as possible as more sticky mess came out of my butt and into the diaper. I watched through tear-filled eyes as she wiped down the high chair tray, took the empty bottle, washed it out, and finally came back to me. “See, we would have wasted a perfectly good diaper changing you right away.”

I just sobbed as she picked me up. I felt torn from wanting to hit her and push her away and just wanting to be comforted and have the icky mess gone. I decided discretion was the better part of valor and obediently complied with sitting in her arms. Her hand pushed up into my diaper for a moment lightly, and she said, “Pee-ew! You really did a number on this one.”

She put me down on the changing table in the nursery and strapped me down before getting to work.
 

IVY COULDN’T HELP, but both feel a little bad and elated at the same time. Her new baby girl had been clean all the way through yesterday but had already messed herself several times. ‘I guess my milk finally got through to her system.’

Holly looked so upset sitting there on the table that she decided to try something after she had pushed the pink ‘Mommy’s girl’ onesie up past her chest. ‘Hope she doesn’t go tell me to just go to hell…?’

She started poking at her belly lightly with her fingers,

“Spots, Spots, Spots, Spots,” she sang a walking bass line in her best calm mommy voice, “Spots, Spots, Spots, Spots,” Ivy was rewarded to see Holly had at least stopped crying as she looked at her like she was crazy.

“A leopard has lots of spots, one less spots she’s got,” she began singing, lightly raking her hands down her body. “A tiger’s stripes are always nice, but leopards have lots of spots, spots, spots spots,” she began poking her lightly with her fingers on her belly again. “Spots, spots, spots, spots,” she sang and then added, “Tickle, Tickle, Tickle,” and began tickling Holly mercilessly until she cracked a smile.

‘I think it worked?’ She thought as she pulled the tapes loose on the diaper.
 

I LOOKED UP at Ivy, completely out of breath after her evil tickle attack. As much as I hated to admit it, it was kind of cute what she had done to me. Unfortunately, I was still huffing heavily as she opened my diaper and got a good whiff. I nearly vomited as she said, “Definitely a stinky girl today,” Ivy said to me.

I swallowed and blushed, “Not exactly my fault,” I breathed out.

“Nope, you can’t help it, and that’s why it’s my job as your mommy to take care of you now,” she told me.

I lay still while she attacked the disgusting mess that was my butt with wipes. As bad as it had felt, I assumed it would take her forever, but she was done pretty quickly. A new diaper was soon taped securely around me, and the onesie was snapped around my crotch.

“Can please I have pants, or shorts, or something?” I asked her.

“Not today, sweetie. I want to keep an eye on when you might need a change,” she told me while she carried me into the living room to sit down on the couch with me turned around on her lap. “Okay, today we need to talk before I let you do what you want.”

“Can we talk about me not being in diapers?” I asked.

“No, that’s not on the table; I’m sorry, sweetie. You’re already mostly incontinent from my milk. What little continence you have will be gone by the end of this week, if not sooner.”

“I could stop drinking…?” I shirked back at the glare she gave me.

“Not an option. You agreed last night, correct?”

“What about less often?”

She shook her head, “You’ll be nursing from me at least after breakfast, dinner, before bed, and before your afternoon nap every day.”

“What about when you’re not around me?”

“Well, at daycare, I’ll leave you plenty of milk. If you’re with a sitter, they’ll have that available, or they will probably be happy to use their own breasts.”

“But…”

“Unless you want to go back to the baby food and formula, that isn’t up for negotiation.”

I glared at her.

“This is where you say, ‘Yes, Mommy.’”

I sighed, “Yes, Mommy.”

“Good girl,” she told me and kissed my forehead. “Okay, so rules we need to go over. Number one, you do not mess with your diapers. You can ask me nicely for a change, but I may tell you to wait like I just did. You will not throw a tantrum if that happens. I promise you I will change you as soon as I can.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I said as she paused, looking for a response.

“Second, if I place you in your crib, high chair, playpen, swing, or anywhere else, you will stay there. No climbing out.”

I nodded, “Yes, Mommy.”

“I know it’s normal for you to begin thinking that maybe you could run away, but remember, you look like a baby, and you wouldn’t get far based on that alone.” She held up my wrist that still had the LittleProtect watch on, “And this would tell me where you were at all times anyway.”

“I couldn’t just take it off?” I wondered aloud.

“It’s designed to be impossible to cut. So you would have to cut off your hand to slide it off,” Ivy told me honestly. “Even then, you have the tracking chip in your butt.”

“Okay... I won’t try to run away.”

“As far as the law is concerned, you are my adopted baby, and I’m allowed to discipline you in any way I see fit. I will spank you if you break these rules,” she told me. “Also, you should already remember this, but no swearing - at all!”

“I’ll do my best.”

“The last rule is this one, remember that anytime we are anywhere else, you need to behave like a good baby. Here at home, if you want to whine and argue, that’s one thing. Doing it out of the house will result in a much quicker spanking. I will have that inflating, lockable pacifier when we go out, so you will be using it if you really don’t behave.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I told her at her glare. Before asking, “So what can I do?”

“Well, you get to play all day, sweetie!” she told me, “Or you can still read. I’ll even let you use your tablet and that dinosaur of a computer still. You can watch TV, but you will have to ask me first.”

“Why?”

“Well, Mommy wants you to stay like this… She doesn’t want you to be regressed more.”

“What does TV have to do with that?”

“Some of our children’s shows are meant to remove more than just potty training with hypnosis and brainwashing,” she told me honestly.

“But you said they’re children’s shows? Don’t they affect Bigs too?”

“Most don’t watch those shows after they’re about three. Parents know not to let their potty training toddlers and preschoolers watch those shows anymore. Occasionally you do get some teenagers that start watching them… One series, Naomi and Oliver, has a large teen following. Most of those teens end up wearing diapers at least part-time too.”

I just stared at her, “Willingly?”

“I guess,” she shrugged. “It’s also not uncommon for an unruly teenager or child to be given the Little treatment if they’re misbehaving badly enough. I know of a few patients I’ve seen that the courts have even ruled they need to go back and be re-raised.”

“Normal, Big-sized kids?” I asked incredulously.

“Yep, but more often Betweeners - after all, they’re not that much bigger than Littles. If the caregiver, or the courts, really doesn’t want them to be that big though, they get nanite treatments to shrink them to normal baby sizes.”

I just stared at her, ‘What the fuck?!?’ I prayed her censor wouldn’t detect my swearing in my thoughts. “You all are crazy,” came out of my mouth.

She shrugged, “Maybe… Anyway, you can do one other thing, or place you can play, and I want to show it to you. I’ve been waiting since you arrived but didn’t want to spoil it until you were little enough.”

“What do you mean little enough?” I asked as she stood up and placed me on her hip.

“Diapered and in your nursery,” she told me.

I had kind of wondered why she still hadn’t shown me the backyard in all this time. A backdoor with a window high on it had a curtain keeping light out from the glass. She opened it for the first time for me. On the other side, I could see she had a huge backyard.

The first thing I noticed was the enormous concrete wall that encircled the large backyard. It was at least fourteen feet tall and might as well have been the Great Wall of China to me. Not far from the fence sat an elaborate wooden swing set that seemed to take up half the backyard. Some foreign spongy material had been placed to create a soft-landing spot if you fell from it. It featured a rock-climbing wall that led up to one of the two large playhouse platforms, two regular swings and a baby swing, two tall slides, monkey bars, and several ladders and climbing pieces to get around on it. It looked slightly too big for someone my size should be playing on. However, I had a feeling with the practice I would no doubt be forced to have, I would probably be able to use it all.

“Is that for me?” I asked curiously as she sat me down on the grass she stood on. My naked feet felt the soft blades of grass, and I felt like I was going back in time to when I was a kid and ran around without shoes all of the time.

“Yes, but you’ll have to be careful since it’s a little too old of a design for you. You are only to be on the monkey bars if I’m there with you.”

I looked at it, not entirely hating its presence, before noticing the other prominent backyard feature next to it. A large shed-like building was contained within the spongy material too. It was painted baby pink with white trim and seemed to have a smaller door for someone my size and a larger Amazonian door around it. A covered porch deck extended from it with an overhang just above the door. At the peaked roof, there was a heart-shaped window. A few plants hung from planters along the rails of the deck.

“What’s that?” I asked her.

“Let’s go see!” She said excitedly as she reached down for my hand and led me over.

‘Why’s she so excited?’ I wondered.
 

IVY WAS SO excited to finally have Holly see her playhouse! She hoped she would enjoy it as much as she should. Ivy was offering her a type of retreat that no other Big would ever provide to a babied little. In fact, she’d had to make sure that there was plenty of camera coverage inside so no one could ever declare her neglecting her little by leaving her in there alone. It was also possible for her to lock the door to keep her penned safely inside.

‘If I had this given to me when I was a little girl, I would have been in Heaven,’ she thought. ‘It’s big enough that I would probably have run out here to get away from my parents until I was in high school.’

They walked up the steps onto the porch carefully for Holly’s smaller legs. According to the company, the deck was made of a synthetic material guaranteed to last for fifty years, so there were no splinters to worry about with Holly’s bare feet. Approaching the doors, “Holly, you can just use that door. If I go in, I’ll use mine here. Why don’t you go ahead and use your door and take a look inside?”

‘I can watch the camera recording later,’ she told herself. Ivy wanted the little girl to realize she really did mean for this to be her space.
 

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