Crossing Worlds

Hannah woke sometime in the early hours of the following day, still held in Emily’s embrace. She immediately felt the urge that woke her and squirmed, going to sit up and go potty. Hannah felt Emily’s arm tighten around her, and she stopped squirming. After moments of concentration and two rosy cheeks of embarrassment, she let go, soaking her diaper. She was glad she had managed to hold it through the night, or, at least, as best as she could tell. Hannah sighed in relief as the ache in her bladder dissipated, and she melted back into Emily’s embrace. 

Hannah was all set to continue her slumber when she heard footsteps approaching, and the door swung open; she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to ruin the moment. She feared who it was, looking down upon her, hoping it was Daddy. “Gosh, you two are just adorable,” Mommy spoke softly, running a finger across Hannah’s cheek. “I guess I didn’t do your swaddle up tight enough; that’s okay; we’ll do something else tonight. Wake up, sweethearts, you got to school today!”

Mommy’s words were soft, her fingers tussling both girls’ hair as she roused them, collecting the discarded pacifiers. Hannah curled into Emily, opening an eye of annoyance and earning her a chuckle as Mommy plucked her from the crib, her hand feeling Hannah’s warm diaper. “Such a good girl, using your diaper. Mommy is proud.”

Hannah whimpered beneath the praise, her weak muscles going slack as Mommy repeated the process with a sleepy Emily. The girls blinked tired eyes as they were carried from the nursery, lacking formal clothing besides the diapers around their hips. Hannah grew increasingly comfortable being dressed in nothing but around the house; she just hoped Mommy wouldn’t take the practice outside the home. She shuttered at the idea.

Mommy brought them to the dining room, where both girls were strapped into high chairs and fed breakfast, which was all finger foods. Daddy sat at the table, nursing a cup of coffee and reading over some articles. He smiled up at the two girls as they were strapped in, “There’s my baby girls; how are you two doing? Did you sleep well?”

“They got out of their swaddle and were cuddling all night,” Mommy reported that she had disappeared into the kitchen.

Daddy chuckled, “Can you blame them? I’d want the comfort of someone else embrace as well; you know how much babies love being held.”

Hannah could hear a sigh from the kitchen, “No, I can’t blame them; babies need that sort of support. Still, we’ll do something about it tonight; I think they will enjoy it.”

Hannah suppressed a groan. She doubted she would enjoy whatever Mommy was planning, but Daddy gave her a reassuring look. “You two ready for school? Daddy is going to take you today.” Daddy said, changing the topic.

Both girls perked up at this, smiling, “You are? I suppose we are ready.” Emily responded, choosing her words carefully.

To anyone listening, it would be obvious she wanted to say more but was withholding herself. Daddy nodded as the three finished their breakfast. As Hannah was finishing her food, she felt a grumbling in her tummy.

‘I think you know what you need to do, baby.’ Naomi said suddenly, out of the blue, ‘You want to be a good girl, right?’ 

Hannah groaned, but apparently, Daddy was in tune with their needs or just figured it out from the expression on Hannah’s face. He smiled softly, a half whisper as he said, “If I were you, I’d try going potty now. I’m about to change you, and then you will be at the mercy of the school.” 

Hannah blushed deeply, and although she allowed herself to go, the rear of her diaper swelling to accommodate her mess, she knew that even if she had tried to hold it, it wouldn’t be long before she had an accident. For Hannah’s benefit, Emily seemed to be in a similar position, her tummy rumbling audibly before she, too, pooped herself. 

Finishing their food, Daddy stood and cleaned both girls with baby wipes before unstrapping them and carrying them to their nursery. He commented on the state of their diapers, praising them both, making Hannah blush, feeling a warmth of pride in her chest. Daddy wasted no time laying either girl on the changing table and cleaning them up and into fresh diapers. However, instead of a similar, cute outfit to what they had worn yesterday, he pulled out these pink, footed sleeper-type outfits. They were a solid pink, apart from a small cartoon bear on the left breast and a larger version of the same bear across the rear. It was a full-body onesie that zipped up the side, with built-in booties and mittens. 

Daddy must have seen the confusion on her face, offering an apologetic look, “Sorry, school-issued uniform for the day.” he said, working Hannah’s body into the outfit.

Hannah sighed but knew fighting was useless as she was worked into the garment. It was snug, and she immediately noticed that the mittens seemed padded, making her fingers nearly useless; she could only make simple, rudimentary grabs with the awkward mittens. The outfit was tight and constricting, and she realized it seemed purpose-built to reduce movement. “Do we have to?” Hannah asked, pouting. “I can barely move, and I can’t even grab anything or use my fingers.”

Daddy smiled softly, but the pain in his eyes was evident; he nodded. “Sadly so, pumpkin; I’m sorry; I’ll get you out of it as soon as possible.” 

Hannah nodded meekly as she sat up, and Emily was dressed in her place. Soon enough, both girls were dressed and carried to the car. Hannah noticed Daddy neglected to get their backpacks, not that she seemed to need them yesterday. “Don’t we need our packs?” she asked.

Daddy shook his head, “Not today, no.” he seemed to be forcing himself from saying more, and Hannah could almost see him biting his lip as they got out to the car.

Daddy strapped both girls into their respective car seats before climbing into the driver's seat and pulling out of the garage. The garage door safety protected them from Mommy’s prying eyes and attentive ears, and Daddy spoke again, “I’m sorry, girls. I wish there were more I could do to help you. I doubt it will be fun for either of you today, but the best thing you can do is go along with it; they will watch you closely.”

Hannah felt herself growing cold despite the warmth of the onesie encompassing her body, “What do you mean? What are they going to do to us?” she asked.

“I can’t say for certain, but they will be far more controlling. They are working to ensure you meet the criteria of the step-down program by the end of the week, and I’m worried they are doing this to speed it along.” Daddy said, clearly uncomfortable. 

“Why would that be bad if it’s just a program to help us accept who we are?” Hannah asked hesitantly.

Daddy started saying something and cut himself off with a sigh, “It’s just that I wish you two had the time to learn and grow that side of yourselves naturally versus having it forced upon you. I fear it’ll cause discontent, and you’ll harbor negative emotions towards the treatment if you are forced to act a certain way rather than letting yourselves develop naturally.” 

Hannah was shocked at the bluntness of Daddy’s statement and looked concerned at Emily. That was precisely what she had been fearing; she had wanted time and space to become a Little, expecting some age-appropriate treatment but not expecting it shoved down her throat. It had undoubtedly come hard and fast as she arrived in the Amazon world, but it seemed they may be escalating. Why was that? Was there a specific reason they were trying to hurry the process along? It was mentioned that Hannah’s step-down program had her at a near newborn level, whatever that meant. She feared what was going to happen today. 

“Just keep your heads down, pretend, for Daddy, that you are just babies; I promise it’ll go smoother, and I’ll pick you both up tonight,” Daddy said, pulling the car to a stop outside the school. 

Hannah’s heart raced as Daddy pulled her from the car, nestling a girl in either arm as he carried them towards the school. Either he didn’t want them walking, or it was to help aid in the vision. They were only babies. Hannah tried to relax, but it was impossible; she felt her mind racing a thousand miles per hour. She now had multiple people tell her that she needed to keep her head down and just pretend if she wanted to get through the day. What would a baby do in her position? Being sent off to some unknown school? They would most likely try to soothe themselves, and Hannah didn’t have a pacifier; the next closest thing was her thumb.

Hannah brought her fingers to her mouth, only to realize she couldn’t, not with the jumper she was in. Daddy seemed to have realized what she was doing, though, “Ohh, I forgot your pacifiers, one-sec sweetheart.” he said, stepping up to, who else, Miss Lilly.

Miss Lilly smiled warmly, “You must be Daddy. Hannah and Emily had a lot of fun yesterday, and I’m sure they will be today as well!” she said, accepting both girls after she checked them in.

Hannah was nestled into her grasp, looking back at Daddy, a look of concern on her face. She saw him smile softly, sympathetically, “I’m sure they will; you two behave, okay?” he said, offering Hannah and Emily pacifiers.

If the school expected her to act like a baby, she wouldn’t be expected to respond. She happily took the pacifier, hoping it had no additives, and began nursing it. Suckling seemed to be the proper move, as both Daddy and Miss Lilly smiled at her, Emily quickly following suit. “I’m sure they will be just fine; you have a wonderful day.” Miss Lilly said, turning and entering the school.

Hannah’s heart was racing, and she was trying to maintain her wits about her, trying not to freak out. Miss Lilly was humming softly, carrying both girls. At first, she was headed directly toward the daycare they were in yesterday, but she quickly began heading toward a different portion of the school. Hannah wanted to cry out, seeing the daycare entrance disappear behind them, whining softly and pointing a mittened hand towards it.

Miss Lilly chuckled, “Not today, sweetheart, you’re being moved up! You graduated! Isn’t that exciting?” 

The way Miss Lilly said this, though, only fueled Hannah’s dread; it wasn’t the tone of a proud parent but one of a spider who had prey caught in its trap. Hannah sulked, watching as they ventured deeper into the school. 

Eventually, Miss Lilly entered another large room, and at first, Hannah thought it was another daycare. To a degree, she was right; this one was similar in several ways to the room she spent yesterday, but it caters to younger children. The space was bathed in a warm, gentle light to create a calm and peaceful atmosphere. The floors were padded with plush carpet, and the walls were painted with soothing pastels, soft pinks, light blues, and gentle yellows.

At the center of the room was a large, rounded area filled with soft, oversized floor mats, ideal for tummy time or gentle play. Various plush toys, soft rattles, and sensory blankets were scattered across the mats. Above, delicate mobiles sinned slowly, hanging from the ceiling, their gentle movement captivating. Surrounding the room were rows of sleek, modern bassinets, each fitted with soft, padded sides and pale sheets. Some of the bassinets were rocking slowly back and forth, cradling Littles inside. A quiet lullaby played softly in the background, the melody designed to soothe. 

In one corner, there was a changing station that looked more like a miniature spa than a traditional nursery. The table was wide and cushioned, with built-in warmers and soft towels stacked neatly to one side. Each station had gentle baby wipes, creams, and fresh diapers. Near the back, a feeding area with comfortable rocking chairs lined up in a row, each chair draped with soft blankets. Nearby, bottles were warmed in sleek silver bottle warmers, and shelves were stocked with various formula types. 

Hannah gazed around in wonder, Miss Lilly still humming softly, not bothering to show them around as she had yesterday, entering the cushioned area. She stooped and deposited both girls, sitting against the backs of plushies. “One last thing we need to do before we can start, we need to do a test! I want you two to do the best you can, okay?” she asked.

Emily chortled something, grinning as she lifted her bum off the floor, her face scrunching as she pooped herself. Miss Lilly laughed, “I’ll take that as a yes.” she said, depositing stacks of papers before both girls and leaving several crayons. “I’ll be right back, but don’t fret; other workers are watching you.” 

With that, Miss Lilly stood and left them alone. Hannah glanced at Emily and grinned, giggling. Emily blushed but giggled back, shrugging. It had worked after all. It was now Hannah realized something: her hands were still in mittens. Taking hold of a crayon was next to impossible. The resistance had mentioned she was supposed to bomb the test, but she was supposed to at least get through the first few pages. Even using both hands, Hannah found she could only make rudimentary lines and nothing coordinated, so her paper quickly became a mess. 

Hannah was getting increasingly frustrated and nervous. She intended to follow the resistance’s order and get through the first pages, but she couldn’t manage that! What would the school do to her if they found she couldn’t? Why hadn’t Miss Lilly at least let her hands be free? Was Hannah being set up for failure? The thought terrified her, but there wasn’t much she could do. Just as Hannah was about to give up, a daycare worker stepped up, her hands on her hips. She was a big woman, significant for an Amazon anyway, dressed in a sort of nurse outfit, delicate green clothing in a soft, soothing color, the fit of which did nothing to hide her massive breasts.

“What are you two silly babies doing? Who gave you crayons and paper?” she asked in a kind, joking manner, stooping down and collecting the papers. “Come on, you two, it’s feeding time!” 

Hannah found herself scooped up in the woman’s arms, Emily in the other; she gave Hannah a concerned look, still nursing the pacifier. It was clear that they were purposely going to ignore them regardless of whether they spoke; what was the point? On top of that, they were supposed to keep their heads down; there was no sense in throwing a fit. Hannah was carried to the feeding area, and the woman sat in a rocking chair. Around this point, Hannah realized something was off; the woman hadn’t gotten any bottles for them. 

With the girls in her lap, the woman smiled down at them, “I bet you two are hungry!” She said, her fingers opening buttons on her shirt and pulling it open, revealing her massive tits. 

Hannah's eyes went wide as the breasts were presented to her, milk leaking from the woman's tits only inches away from her face. She squirmed, the pacifier removed from her mouth, as she was gently drawn forward. The woman was trying to breastfeed her! 

End of Chapter 26