Crossing Realms

Ash awoke sometime later, her head pounding, groaning in agony as she shifted. She could feel that her diaper had been changed, but she was wet and messy again; she was lying a top of Sarah, her head resting on the girl’s chest. As Ash squirmed, trying to rouse herself, Sarah seemed to take note, “Morning baby, go ahead and nurse; let Mommy wake up.” she instructed Ash.

Ash found herself shifted, and Sarah’s tit was forced into her mouth as she begrudgingly drank. She hated this treatment, but there wasn’t much she could do; combined with the sweet, delicious milk that filled her mouth, it was easy to let herself go and enjoy the moment. Sarah continued to praise her, Ash whimpering in bliss as the words washed over her; she loved making her Mommy happy. Sarah had abused that fact last night as she forced Ash to pleasure her. Ash hadn’t needed any stimulation herself, but the very act of being praised by her new Mommy had been enough for Ash to climax with Sarah, an utterly humiliating and belittling memory that continued to shame Ash.

Ash’s mind swirled, halfway between sleep and wake, almost hallucinating as she nursed. She was vaguely aware of the fact that Sarah had swapped her to her other breast, but Ash didn’t care; the sweet, warm milk had been hardly interrupted. Freshly burped, Ash was deposited on the changing table and Sarah made quick work of getting her into a fresh diaper. Ash blinked through the haze that seemed to cloud her vision, looking up at Sarah, who was dressed in only the diaper from the night before. She immediately noticed the lack of stripes down the center, Sarah had soaked herself.

Ash wanted to grin, but memories of the night before flooded her, and she knew better. She kept quiet as Sarah finished changing her, hoisting Ash onto her hip before plopping her down on the couch in front of the television. Ash barely had time to react before Naomi and Oliver came on. She groaned, trying to pull away, but she was already in too deep, her eyes glazing over as the show began.

Sarah smirked, stooping down beside her, “See? If you were anything but a baby, you could look away. But you can't, can you? You are just Mommy's little baby.” She said, kissing Ash's forehead and standing. 

Ash could tell Sarah had left the room but was powerless to do anything but watch. Sarah busied herself in the kitchen, getting breakfast for herself, not bothering to make anything for Ash. She came back out, plopping on the couch next to Ash who was drooling, nursing her thumb with a freshly soiled diaper. It seemed every time she got into a fresh diaper, someone found a way to force her to go potty. 

Sarah had pulled on a pair of shorts as well as a shirt and lounger, browsing her phone as she ate, casting glances at Ash periodically. A knock at the door interrupted Sarah's meal. She cursed, standing as the Amazon caregiver walked in without an invitation. 

“I was just about to-.” Sarah started, blushing as the woman cut her off.

“What, come get me so you could go potty?” She asked snidely. 

Sarah nodded, “Yes, I just had to get the baby-”

The woman interrupted Sarah again, stepping forward and ripping Sarah's shorts off. “You were content just lounging around in a wet diaper? Did you even bother to try and use the bathroom like a big girl?” She asked.

Sarah had begun to cry, trying in vain to protect herself, “I did! I didn't make it and-” 

“I'm disappointed in you.” The woman said, wagging a finger in Sarah's face, “I thought you were a big girl, but here you are, watching a program meant for babies in a soiled diaper. Well, if you like it that much, I think you should experience it full-time.”

“Nooooo!!!” Sarah shrieked, “Please! I'll be good! I'm a good-”

“I know you will.” The woman said with a grin, offering a pacifier to Sarah, “You'll be a good girl and nurse your pacifier, baby, or less.” 

Sarah whimpered, glancing between the woman and the pacifier before reluctantly taking it and popping it into her mouth. Almost immediately, Sarah's limbs went numb as she fell onto the couch, out cold. 

The woman shook her head, scooping the unconscious girl into her arms, glancing to Ash, who hadn't so much as glanced at them, and leaving the room. Ash was too far gone even to realize what had just happened. The woman returned shortly and gathered Ash into her arms, “Come on, sweetie, we’ll find you a real Mommy.” She said, carrying Ash away. 

Ash slowly came out of her haze sometime later, still dressed in only a diaper. She was in the back of a car again. As she started coming too, she realized quickly that Sarah wasn't there as well. Ash blinked, rubbing her eyes as she sat up, the squishy diaper between her legs squishing with her, making her cringe. “Where am I?” She asked the driver.

The driver, a woman, glanced back, “Good morning, sweetie, your Mommy is on her way to being rehabilitated; you are heading in for adoption!” She reported.

Sarah, what had they done to her Ash wondered. She felt a cold shiver travel down her spine. “Where are we going to do that?” Ash asked, her mouth suddenly dry. 

“You'll see.” The woman reported as the car pulled up outside the school, Ash had been forced to go to the other day. 

There was a plethora of police cars there, lights flashing, their red and blues reflecting in the raindrops that soaked the road. Officers were interviewing people outside the building, and Ash wondered what on Earth was happening. As the driver climbed out of the car, gathering Ash from her car seat and wrapping the girl in a blanket for the cold, Ash asked, “What’s going on?” 

The woman shrugged, cradling Ash close, “I'm not sure.” She admitted as they stepped up to the front door. 

A police officer, a man, stopped them, “Can I help you, ma’am?” He asked, glancing down at Ash. 

“Yes, I'm dropping little Ashley off here for adoption; I'm with LitServicesices.” The woman reported, “What happened here?” She asked. 

“A kidnapping, the father went rogue and stole both kids right out from under their mother; this is the school they attended.” The officer reported, shaking his head, “We are trying to get more information on them; you both are free to go in.” He said, nodding his head. 

The woman holding Ash nodded and carried her inside, looking troubled, “Well, that's not good.” Ash said. 

The woman seemed to remember that she was holding a baby, glancing down at Ash and smiling, “Well, it's nothing for you to worry your silly little head about pumpkin; the nice policemen men will get the bad man in no time!” 

Ash wanted to roll her eyes but resented and allowed the woman to carry her onward. Before Ash knew it, she was on her back, in another crib in the nursery, tightly swaddled in another blanket as it was discussed what to do with her. For the moment, Ash was left alone as other students began filing in.

It seemed to Ash, despite numerous people wanting her to be a baby, and to be their baby, it never seemed to last long. She wondered if her next Mommy would do any better. She hoped she could find a way out of this situation before one was found, but given that she couldn’t even escape a blanket, Ash doubted she could get out of the crib and out of the building. Then what, even if she did? Ash didn’t have any clothes, any ID, no way to communicate, no money, absolutely nothing. She would quickly get swooped up and sent into Little Services again or, more likely, kept as a trophy by some Amazon who didn’t qualify for adoption services. The thought made Ash shutter. No matter how bad she had it off here, her chances were still better off here than on the streets. Ash would have to find another way to get back to normal.

Ash wasn’t sure how long she lay there, a caregiver came by and checked on her, realizing she needed changing and promptly changing Ash into a fresh diaper. Thankfully, it hadn’t been the man from yesterday. Ash hadn’t seen him, but she was nervous he was around. The woman who changed Ash coed and tickled her, placing a pacifier in Ash’s mouth as she cleaned her up, getting Ash into a fresh diaper quickly and efficiently before re-adding Ash to her crib and swaddling her. 

Ash sighed, squirming in her bonds, but it was useless; there was no getting out of this. The same caregiver came by again, a small twist of the pacifier, and it was locked into Ash’s mouth. Ash whimpered, looking frightened, but the caregiver just smiled, “It’s lunchtime, sweetheart.” she said, fixing a tube to Ash’s pacifier.

Before Ash could wonder what that meant, the bulb in her mouth began secreting a warm, milky substance she identified as a formula. With the pacifier locked in place, the woman turned and left, leaving Ash to drink. She couldn’t spit out the gag, and the bulb wouldn’t stop filling her mouth. She begrudgingly began to drink, feeling the sweet milk filling her tummy. Ash’s tummy began to hurt with the sheer quantity of milk she was consuming, her stomach gurgling ominously. Before Ash could grow more panicked, she felt the contents in her stomach lurch, and suddenly, she was filling the seat of her diaper. 

Ash groaned in disgust, especially since she was stuck on her back with the swaddle, feeling the warm muck squishing between her legs as her tummy emptied itself into her diaper. Thankfully, it did help ease the pressure she had been feeling, and drinking more wasn’t nearly so bad, but it left Ash feeling gross. The milk finally subsided, leaving Ash feeling bloated and disgusting. The same worker came by sometime later, smiling warmly at Ash, “There we go! How was num nums sweetie? Ohh, it seems like someone was a good girl!” she said, hoisting Ash into the air.

Ash immediately felt the woman feeling her rear up, making Ash flinch as she was carried, thankfully, over to the changing table once more. Ash noticed the woman didn’t bother removing the pacifier gag, much to her dismay, as she cleaned Ash up and placed her in a fresh diaper once more. 

Freshly changed, Ash was deposited in the play area beneath a toy set designed for infants, leaving Ash on her back with toys dangling above her. Somehow, this was almost more humiliating than being in the crib. Ash lay there, pacified and stuck in a thick diaper, probed on by caregivers to play to help ‘build strong muscles’ as they said, only furthering Ash’s blush. She begrudgingly began to play, feeling her bladder growing dangerously full and then immediately emptying itself.

Ash yelped in surprise; she hadn’t even felt the pressure until it was too late, and thankfully, it hadn't been a big accident, but it felt Ash nervous. What else had they been feeding her? What else was mixed in with this formula? Ash remembered being a part of the daycare staff, mixing all sorts of concoctions for naughty patrons. She shivered at the thought; they could be pumping her full of all sorts of nasty potions. If she didn’t get her feet under herself and fast, there was a good chance Ash would be diaper-dependent for the rest of her life.

A commotion at the door turned Ash’s head, although she couldn’t see what the fuss was about. The caregivers led the woman over to the play area where Ash lay, although Ash still couldn’t see the woman from her perspective. 

“She’s right there.” The caregiver said.

“Good grief, what did they do to her?” The woman asked; there was something familiar about that voice that Ash couldn’t place.

“Well, let’s see, her track record is extensive and has been heavily modified in the last few days.” The caregiver said, “She was fired from her job, her boss administered doses of Z 57, then she was taken in by another Tweener, who then also broke her terms of service. She’s in the pen, upstate.” 

“The poor thing, she doesn’t have a caregiver at the moment?” the woman asked.

“No, ma’am, she has no active adoption.” The caregiver reported.

“Perfect, I’ll take her off your hands.” The woman said.

“I’ll get the paperwork drawn up.” The caregiver said, leaving the woman alone.

Ash felt her panic spiking, the woman's footsteps growing closer. “Hi there, cutie; I do have to say, you are a very adorable baby girl. Are you ready to come home with Mommy?” she asked, leaning over Ash.

Ash finally recognized the voice as Laura Ashford leaned over her; it was Emily’s Mommy.