Crossing Worlds

Hannah's resolve broke, and she was about to scream when a voice called out, “Nurse Bethany! Stop.” Miss Lilly ordered, stepping up. 

Hannah's movement halted, her breathing ragged and nervous. “They haven't been bonded yet by their Mommy; you can't.” Miss Lilly said. 

“Oh, bother that; what can it hurt?” The woman said, going to pull Hannah close again. 

“Do not do it; you know better.” Miss Lilly replied sternly, “Follow. The. Program.” 

The woman holding Hannah was fighting an internal conflict. Before she finally sighed, letting both girls back, Miss Lilly quickly scooped them both from her lap. Hannah cried softly; the shame and embarrassment of almost being fed like that was too much. “You should be ashamed; we’ll have words later.” Miss Lilly said harshly, trying to comfort the crying girl as she left the woman sitting there, dressing herself again.

Miss Lilly gently bounced Hannah, crying to console her, “Shh, shh, it's okay, I know you are hungry, we’ll get you fed.” 

Miss Lilly thought she was upset because she had been denied her meal! This realization tore Hannah up, but she certainly couldn't say anything. Miss Lilly stepped up to another worker, dressed in pink this time, offering Emily, “Would you mind feeding her while I feed this cutie? Number 4 formula, please.” 

The worker nodded, smiling as she took Emily, cooing down at her. Miss Lilly glanced towards where Hannah and Emily had been doing the test, frowning, “I'll have to get those papers.” She stepped over and grabbed a bottle with the number 2 on it. 

Hannah had absolutely no idea what the numbers meant, and Miss Lilly wasn't offering any explanation as she offered the bottle’s nipple to Hannah. She hesitantly opened her mouth and accepted it, not wanting to get punished. She nursed the bottle, tasting a sweet, warm, bubbly liquid fill her mouth. It didn't taste bad, some sort of formula, but she wasn't hungry either; they had just been fed.

Hannah tried to drink, getting about half the bottle down. Before giving up, letting it fall from her mouth. “Not hungry,” Hannah said, pouting, purposely letting her words slur. 

Miss Lilly shushed her, “No talking baby girl.” She said, setting the bottle to the side and burping Hannah. Burped, Hannah's face was wiped clean; whatever had been in that bottle was acting fast. She groaned, feeling the cramps take hold, her face scrunching, her body pushing and filling the seat of her diaper. 

Miss Lilly didn't miss a beat, humming softly, gently patting Hannah's expanding bum, “Let it all out, baby, such a good girl.” 

Hannah's face flushed at the praise, her bladder giving way as well, the diaper swelling between her legs as Miss Lilly held her. Hannah squirmed, feeling discomfort with the mess caking her rear. Miss Lilly held her tightly tightly, “It’s okay, sweetheart, no squirming; we'll get you into a fresh diaper in a moment.” 

Hannah wanted to relent and let the woman do her job, but she had been instructed to act like a baby. What would a baby do if they were uncomfortable? Hannah began to cry softly, a sort of whimper with falling tears. Miss Lilly smiled down at her, holding her up and teasing Hannah with her nose, “Gosh, you learn so quickly! Your Mommy must have worked overtime. Come on, sweetie.” She said, stepping over to the changing area. 

Hannah was laid down, the strap pulled across her chest, and the sleeper undone. The sleeper had an unbuttoned section around her hips to facilitate diaper changes without being entirely removed from the garment. Miss Lilly made quick work of the diaper change, placing Hannah in thick, overnight diapers and doing up the sleeper again.

Hannah's legs were splayed to the side; it would make walking nearly impossible. Miss Lilly pursed her lips, “Oh, silly Daddy, he didn't set your outfit. Let's start with three.”

Hannah's attention was immediately drawn by this statement: what on earth was she talking about? What was she doing?! Hannah didn't have long to wonder as Miss Lilly did something Hannah couldn't see, and Hannah felt her outfit changing. 

It seemed to be resisting her movements; her arms and legs felt as if they were trapped in molasses, leaving her uncoordinated and even more helpless. Miss Lilly smiled down at Hannah as she experimented with her new outfit. Hannah hated it; she knew it would severely limit her ability to do anything.

Hannah pouted, “No likey…” she whined. 

Miss Lilly chuckled, “You need to learn to rely on your caregivers, sweetheart, and what did I say about talking? One more time, and you'll be punished.” She said, scooping Hannah up. 

Hannah sighed with the onesie; it made even just sitting up properly a challenge. Her head kept wanting to roll to the side, and Miss Lilly had to cradle her like a newborn, supporting her. 

She carried Hannah over to the play area, intercepted by that same nurse who had taken Hannah. The woman was holding another girl, her eyes glassed over and foggy. There was something about the girl, something Hannah recognized, but not from a Little. 

Hannah thought the girl almost looked like Ash, that babysitter Emily had had the first day she was brought home. The nurse chuckled, “I think I got those two confused with my new charge, little Miss Ashley here.” 

Miss Lilly chuckled, clearly not buying it, “Ahh, she's that Tweener adoption, right.”

“Yup! Mommy already bonded with her; I'm going to get her situated with some Naomi and Oliver for her stay.” The nurse said, ruffling the girl's hair. 

Hannah's eyes went wide; it was the same girl! She recognized the face; it was a bit chubby, but the same person. What had they done to her? Before she could say or ask anything, not that she should have anyway, the nurse turned and left them. 

Miss Lilly chuckled, getting to the play area and kneeling, “A Tweener with a Little, incredible… Alright, sweetheart, have some fun with playtime; I'll be back a little for tummy time.” 

Miss Lilly laid Hannah out beneath a mobile; small, colorful animals and other dangling bits hung above Hannah's face, twirling softly in a gentle breeze. 

Miss Lilly didn't stop to ensure Hannah was okay; she simply stood and left her alone. Emily joined her soon after, being laid down and left alone, more than a worker watching them all the time. With the onesie now engaged, Hannah couldn't even sit up or roll to her side; she could turn her head, and she did so, glancing at Emily. 

Emily gave her a soft smile and reached a mittened hand to her, embracing Hannah's hand as best as she could. Both the girl's motions could have been faster and more coordinated. Hannah wanted to say something, but she was scared of saying anything for fear of punishment. 

Hannah glanced up at the dangling toys above her. Something she had never prepared for before coming here was the sheer and utter boredom of being an actual baby. She lay there, staring up at the spinning toys, unable to do more than squirm, her hand never leaving Emily's. 

Miss Lilly came by, cooing as she saw them holding hands, and helped roll the girls over onto their tummy, “Tummy time!” She reported in a sing-song voice. 

This new position only helped Hannah a little; the suite was still too restrictive for her to move. It allowed her to push herself up on her arms and knees, but that was about it before flopping back down. Something else she hadn't expected, the pressure of laying this way was putting strain on her abdomen, and she found herself in need of pooping again. 

What had been in that formula? She groaned, completely unable to fight back as her body pushed and filled the seat of her diaper. Emily was in a similar situation, and Hannah noticed the girl's face scrunching up as she went. Hannah was mortified at being treated like this; it had NOT been what she wanted from the trip; the daycare was far more to her liking despite its direct messaging. 

She watched Emily's eyes scrunched, and several tears fell before she started crying. Right! Hannah was supposed to act like a baby, and babies cried when they needed something, such as changing. Hannah followed suit, and moments later, both girls were being rolled over and consoled as they were changed right there in the middle of the room. 

Hannah probably would have felt more shame or humiliation if she could see any other Littles around her. As soon as her sleeper had been unzipped, Hannah breathed deeply, feeling the restrictive material relax. The worker seemed to take note, chuckling, “Don't get too used to it, hun; you are a baby.” He said, finishing changing her and zipping it back up. 

Hannah sighed, feeling it tighten as he lifted her into his arms, cradling her head. She hadn't even seen the worker grabbing another bottle before it was placed into Hannah's mouth, forcing her to nurse. 

Hannah wanted to grumble and fight back but knew better as she reluctantly began to drink the sweet formula. The worker held her, letting her drink her fill. Hannah's bladder began to ache, and before she could even think about letting it go, she felt it relax all on its own. A look of panic must have crossed her face as she had her accident, her diaper swelling. 

The worker smiled down at her, his hand patting her bum lovingly, “Such a good girl.” He said, warning Hannah's heart. 

Hannah found the rhythmic sucking soothing and soon felt her eyes begin to drift closed. She was vaguely aware that the bottle ran out, and the nipple quickly swapped with a pacifier as Hannah was laid in what she assumed was a bassinet.

The worker wrapped a blanket around Hannah, swaddling her, and set the bassinet swinging softly. Between her warm belly, the gentle swinging, and the embrace of the fuzzy blanket, she soon drifted off to sleep.

Hannah awoke later and had no idea how much time had passed. She felt her swaddle had been undone, her sleeper unzipped, her diaper open, and a worker's fingers gently cleaning her up. Hannah hadn’t even realized she had pooped herself in her sleep. The worker cleaned Hannah up, zipping her back into the sleeper and lifting her into his arms, plopping the nipple of a bottle into Hannah’s mouth.

Hannah groaned, begrudgingly nursing the bottle. She did not want any more formula, but the suggestions from both Daddy and the Resistance were to go with the flow and not argue. Hannah suckled, feeling the sweet, warm formula filling her mouth and tummy. Hannah could feel her bladder begin to ache; she clenched down, trying to hold it, and managed to do so for several seconds before letting go. Whatever was happening to her body, she knew it wouldn’t help just giving in and letting it happen.

The worker carried Hannah in the crook of his arm, feeding her as he had her around the room, moving gently, rocking Hannah as she nursed. She felt sluggish with the onesie, her mind clouded from sleep, and her full belly made her feel bloated and relaxed. The worker burped Hannah as she finished the bottle, laying her back in the bassinet. The paci was replaced, the swaddle was done again around Hannah, and she was rocked to sleep again. 

The process repeated several more times during the day: she would be woken up, her diaper changed as it had grown clammy and squished during her nap, she would be fed and then put back to sleep. It was mind-numbing in a way, the repetitive actions; Hannah could feel herself slipping. Without stimulation of any sort, Hannah’s thoughts drifted, her mind blank as she was forced to follow the same sequence of steps over and over again, not needing to lift a finger, never needing to cry or ask for anything, her ever whim was taking care of well before she needed to ask.

Hannah felt herself slipping into the rhythm, constantly nursing, letting her bladder go before she felt the need to go, her tummy pushing, and continuously keeping the rear of her diaper full. She had settled so far into this rhythm that she didn’t even realize Daddy was holding her until she and Emily were being carried from the daycare.

Hannah’s eyes were glassy and unfocused, and the lights outside the center seemed harsh compared to how they left. “Hannah? Emily?” Daddy asked, his words seeming far off. Hannah’s comprehension of them was sluggish and slow, slipping from her like oil through her fingers. She didn’t even realize Daddy had entered a small nursing room, sitting in a lounge chair and cradling Hannah and Emily to his chest. Hannah enjoyed the feeling of being held, the warmth of his chest radiating. She could hear his heart, his breathing, his hands clutching both of them tightly, rocking back and forth.

It took Hannah several long minutes to realize he was rocking more for himself than the two girls, recognizing the sound of his chest as the sound of weeping. “Oh, my poor babies, what did they do to you? Why did I let her do this.” he cried, tears dripping and wetting Hannah’s cheeks.

End of Chapter 27