Crossing Realms

Miss Lilly bounced Ash as she carried the girl, having shoved a pacifier in Ash’s mouth. Ash knew better than to respond as the woman belittled her, telling Ash what a good girl she was using her diapers. Ash was carried into the school and straight to their nursery; Miss Lilly didn’t even bother stopping off in the daycare section of the school where the rest of the Littles played. Ash felt a pang of discomfort as she was added to a crib, a blanket pulled over her. 

“Alright, sweetheart, you rest here while I get the rest of the students settled; then, we can enjoy some cartoon time!” Miss Lilly said with a smile, leaving Ash lying there.

Ash lay there, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the contents of her diapers shifting as she squirmed, making her grimace. She was glad to have seen Sarah knock down a few pegs, but she also knew that Sarah would take out her aggression on Ash. How had Ash fallen so far? Just the other day, she was more or less an adult with responsibilities, a home, and friends; now, she lay in a soiled diaper in a daycare. She felt tears brewing, especially as she felt her bladder emptying itself, making her groan. 

A face popped up over the side of the crib, a man's face, as he reached down and scooped Ash up, “Hi there, pumpkin, how are you?” he asked, bouncing Ash as he carried her towards one of the changing tables, “It feels like someone needs a fresh diaper!” He reported.

Ash found herself laid down, the worker popping the tabs of her diaper and beginning to clean her. Ash squirmed, and the man chuckled, holding her to the table, “Just a second, sweetheart, almost done!” He exclaimed.

Ash could feel the man's fingers running wipes across her bare flesh, wiping the mess away. Ash yelped in surprise as she felt the man’s finger pressing into her ass, his other hand still holding her as he grinned down at her. “Just making sure you are nice and clean!” he said, his finger penetrating Ash deeply, making her groan in pain, her back arching.

Ash’s face was bright red as he pulled his finger free, her eyes showing in surprise and pain as he pushed his finger deeply into her sex next, making her yelp. The caregiver grinned down at her, his finger playing with her, his Amazon-sized fingers feeling like a massive dildo to Ash. She squirmed, her back arched in agony as he stretched her, enjoying the feeling of Ash’s tight pussy. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, grinning, “Such a naughty baby.”

The man’s fun was interrupted as Miss Lilly stepped towards them, his finger pulling free and pulling Ash’s diaper up between her legs, pinning it in place. “Got her all changed?” Miss Lilly asked with a smile.

“All nice and clean!” The man reported that he left Ash dressed in only her diaper and hoisted her into his arms. 

Ash was mortified; her rear and sex ached from stretching, and the worst part was being unable to do anything about it. Even if she did report it to Miss Lilly or anyone else, he would deny it, and Ash knew through painful experience that Amazons would take the word of an Amazon over that of a Tweener, let alone a Little. 

“Perfect, thank you.” Miss Lilly said, taking Ash into her arms.

Ash was all too glad to be away from the man, nuzzling into Miss Lilly and glaring at the man. He had a small twinkle in his eye as she was carried away, “See you later, baby girl.” he said, making Ash’s skin crawl in disgust.

“My, aren’t you a cuddle bug!” Miss Lilly said playfully as she carried Ash over towards a sitting area, filled with other Littles. “That’s fine, you can sit in my lap to watch!” she said, taking a seat and planting Ash in her lap.

Ash squirmed in confusion, the pacifier bobbing in her mouth as she looked up at Miss Lilly, “Watch what, miss?” she asked.

Miss Lilly smiled down at her, placing her finger over Ash’s pacifier and locking it, the bulb filling to fully occupy Ash’s mouth, preventing her from speaking. “Naomi and Oliver, silly! It’s a quiet time for you; babies should be seen, not heard.”

Ash felt a surge of panic, squirming in Miss Lilly’s lap to get free, but the woman easily held her, her fingers now tickling Ash’s sides. “You are a squirmy baby!” she said, tickling Ash.

Ash’s escape attempts were thwarted as her sides were tickled, and her efforts to escape quickly transitioned to protecting her poor sides as she tried to get away. Of course, Miss Lilly had no issue keeping Ash in her lap; no matter how she twisted or turned, her fingers were always there. Miss Lilly was giggling, enjoying playing with the helpless girl, ending her tickles as she scooped Ash up under her arms, turning Ash towards her, and blowing a raspberry on her exposed tummy, making Ash squeal with delight before planting Ash back in her lap.

Ash was completely out of breath, still focused on protecting herself from being tickled, and too occupied to realize the screen had come on. By the time Ash realized the show was on, it was too late. 

“It’s time for the Naomi,” Naomi said with excitement.

“And Oliver show!” Oliver squealed with laughter before the main theme song started playing, the two dancing about as the intro rolled.

Ash felt her eyes locking onto the screen despite her brain screaming for her to look away, to cover her ears. Her arms felt like a head weight at her side, her entire body numb to any instructions she tried to give it as the show started. Ash didn’t even realize she was trying to nurse her thumb until Miss Lilly was giggling and pulling her hand back, “That’s what your pacifier is for, silly baby.” she told Ash, although the words seemed to fall on deaf ears. 

The rest of the world seemed to fade away for Ash, her entire consciousness occupied by the silly, dancing cartoons as the show started. Had the pacifier not been in Ash’s mouth, she would have been drooling right now as she followed along with the show. She had seen it more than once as a Tweener, and it never affected her as it did now. Before, when she was in the same room as a Little who watched, the show seemed to be calling to her, but it was easy enough to ignore. As long as Ash wasn’t completely focused on the screen, she could disregard the hypnotic suggestions of the show, focusing her efforts on other activities.

Now, however, it was different. Now, she found herself completely entranced by the show; her entire body felt like lead, supported by Miss Lilly as she watched, unable to turn her gaze away. Oliver was saying something about obeying her Mommy and Daddy. Ash desperately wanted to be a good girl, and she hoped she could prove herself to her new Mommy. 

“Being a good girl is easy!” Naomi said in a cheerful tone, turning her diapered rear to the camera, “Mommy and Daddy always say, empty head, full diaper.” she said, grunting. Ash watched as the seat of Naomi’s diaper swelled to accommodate her mess. The Littles were watching and giggling, and Ash had the distinct impression that more than one Little was messing themselves at the suggestion. 

Naomi’s eyes seemed to be boring directly into Ash’s, “You want to be a good girl, right? Focus on all those nasty big girl thoughts, the disillusions that you are a big girl, that you don’t belong in diapers, that you are an adult, focus on them.” Naomi instructed Ash, finding herself doing exactly that. “Now, imagine them leaving your silly little head, traveling down your body, into your tummy.” she said, patting her tummy and giggling, “What are those doing there? They don’t belong! Now, push! Push those nasty thoughts into your diaper, where they belong.”

Ash imagined just that, the thoughts she had been feeling, the negative feelings she had toward the show, toward being a Little, and shoved them down. With a grin, she lifted her rear off of Miss Lilly’s lap, the woman cupping Ash’s bum now as Ash began to mess herself, feeling as if those thoughts were going with it.

“There we go! Such a good girl!” Naomi said, praising her and droning out Miss Lilly, who also praised Ash, “Doesn’t that feel so much better? Those yucky thoughts are going bye-bye! Your Mommy and Daddy will clean those thoughts up and throw them away where they belong. You are just a baby. You are a good girl, and every time you feel those bad ideas coming back, push them out!” Naomi instructed.

Ash felt as if she genuinely had ridden herself of those ideas; something about the hypnotic messaging was strong, and the fears and anxieties she had about being forced to watch this show were completely gone. She found herself enjoying every second of it; she loved the way Miss Lilly was praising her; she loved the feeling of her full diaper; every empty diaper was a challenge to her, to be filled. A full diaper was a happy diaper and would make Ash’s Mommy and Daddy happy and proud.

Of course, Ash didn’t have a Daddy, which made her sad, but she would focus her energy on making her Mommy happy instead. Ash hadn’t realized Miss Lilly had left; she had been deposited in one of the many bean bags for Littles to sit in, and Miss Lilly attended to other students. Ash was left with the other Littles, watching episode after episode of the show, her bladder and bowels constantly straining to empty themselves over and over.

She wasn’t sure how long they were left there, in front of that screen. When Ash started coming, she was on her back, on the changing table, with another caregiver changing her. Ash groaned from behind the pacifier. Her head felt sluggish, and every time she thought about being anything other than a helpless baby, she had to physically strain to keep it from slipping away, like an ice cube on a sheet of oil. The other thoughts she had about being a baby, wearing and using her diapers, and how hungry she seemed to dominate Ash’s mind, she found herself crying as she was changed; she was so hungry! She hated the feeling of being hungry.

“Aww, is someone’s tummy rumbling?” the caregiver asked, teasing Ash’s stomach.

Ash nodded, pouting, as her diaper was changed. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ll get you fed.” the woman said with a smile, pulling Ash’s fresh diaper into place around her hips. She hoisted Ash into her arms, her head supported in the crook of her elbow, “Come here, sweetpea, your Mommy said you aren’t on solid food yet.” 

Ash watched as the woman pulled her shirt out of the way, presenting the fleshy orb of her breast to Ash, her mouth-watering. A portion of Ash’s mind was screaming, but it was easily pushed down, pushed away, further filling the seat of Ash’s fresh diaper as her pacifier was removed. Ash didn’t need further probing as she latched on and began to nurse, her eyes glazing over in bliss as the sweet milk filled her mouth. Ash’s eyes drifted closed, her mind swirling, the hallucinogens in the milk causing Ash to dream, no longer there in the arms of the caregiver.

Ash was in a theme park of some sort, where she didn’t know. She was in a stroller, dressed as a princess, with an overly thick diaper on underneath the frills of her dress. Ash also wore a small crown and a pacifier bobbing in her mouth as her Mommy and Daddy pushed her down the walking path. Mommy leaned over the side of the stroller, her fingers checking Ash’s diaper; she smiled at Ash, “Such a good girl!” she praised Ash, “Mommy is proud of you, baby girl.”

Ash grinned from beyond the pacifier, giggling with excitement as pleasure coursed through her veins at the praise. She loved making her Mommy and Daddy happy! More than anything else in the whole world. Mommy’s fingers explored further, feeling Ash’s rear, and Ash felt a moment of panic, realizing she was clean. Mommy must have seen the look on Ash’s face, “It’s okay, sweetheart, do this for Mommy; Mommy wants you to make happy poopies; can you do that for Mommy, sweetpea?”

Ash eagerly bobbed her head. She had absolutely no idea what the woman was speaking about, but Ash knew she needed to go as soon as possible. Ash’s face scrunched, and she grunted as she began to fill the seat of her diaper. As soon as she did, she felt a tingling sensation in her sex, her clit and g-spot both shimmering with excitement as she messed. Ash’s eyes glazed over as she pushed, the feeling growing stronger. She moaned, her hips grinding into the straps between her legs as she pooped, and by the time she finished, a powerful orgasm took hold of her, her Mommy praising her the entire time as Ash came.

Ash’s Mommy continued to praise her, grinning down at Ash, calling it her ‘happy poopy face,’ which, in any other situation, would have been embarrassing, but Ash didn’t feel embarrassed; she felt proud. She loved making Mommy happy. 

The illusion cracked and shattered around Ash, reality crashing in around her as she found herself over the caregiver’s shoulder, letting out a healthy belch. A portion of the dream had been real. However, Ash’s diaper was soiled once more; the caregiver praised her as she stood, carrying Ash to the changing table and cleaning her once again. 

Ash’s pacifier was replaced as she stared up at the ceiling, a mirror reflecting her image as she watched her messy diaper being changed. Ash swelled with pride, seeing how full she had made her diaper. A small piece of Ash, buried deeply, screamed and clawed to get free, but she was easy to push down and ignore. Ash giggled happily as her diaper was changed, her former self crying out in agony at the humiliation and her fall from grace.