Crossing Worlds

The feeling of nursing was similar to suckling a bottle, except more soft. The sweet, warm milk that filled Hannah's mouth was intoxicatingly good, and her body hungered for me. She wasn't even aware of her hand gently grabbing Mommy's breasts, the woman praising her and Emily, not that she was in a mindset to understand. Hannah's eyes glazed over, her body completely relaxing into Mommy. She felt her body push and her bladder relax, adding to the squishiness of Hannah's diaper. 

Hannah wasn't sure how long she suckled or even when she stopped; she was in a sort of milky haze. The next thing she realized was that she was on her back, her diaper being changed after having been burped, her tummy groaning in agony at the massive amount of milk she had consumed. 

Both girls changed, and Mommy carried them from the nursery. Hannah lay limp in Mommy’s arms as they were plopped into the playpen in the living room. Hannah lay back, her head swirling. She could faintly hear shouting from the kitchen,  Mommy and Daddy arguing. They seemed so civil to one another; what was happening? Hannah wished her head would be clear enough to understand what they were saying. 

Eventually, her head cleared, the house was quiet, and whatever had sparked the shouting resolved. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, feeling as if she were slightly hungover. Emily lay beside her, in a dazed state as well. Emily's eyes focused on Hannah as she sat up. 

Hannah ran a hand across Emily's arm, “You okay?” She asked quietly. 

Emily nodded, groaning, “That was interesting. I'm not going to lie; I had that on my bucket list, but past me is an idiot.”

Hannah giggled, trying to lighten the mood, “Well, you certainly got your money's worth of this world at least.” 

Hearing the chatter, Daddy entered the living room, entered the playpen, and sat beside both girls. “Hey, sweethearts, how are you doing?” 

Before either girl could answer, Mommy stepped out of the kitchen; she seemed to be looming over the group, her arms crossed, “They are doing very well; they both gave Mommy and Daddy presents; we are proud of you girls.”

Daddy grimaced, smiling at the girls, “I bet they did.” He roared, “A day of formula and milkies will do that! But Mommy and Daddy love it; you are becoming such good babies.” 

“That's right. We’ll get you two feeding regularly, which will help even more.” Mommy added. 

Daddy looked annoyed but said nothing as he scooped both girls up, “I think it's storytime and then Nini time for the babies.” He said, carrying them towards the nursery. 

“Sleep well, pumpkins.” With a sly smile, Mommy said, “Don't worry, Mommy will make sure you don't go hungry.”

Daddy stepped into the nursery, closing the door behind them. He cursed softly, “Damn it, I was worried about this. I'm sorry, I didn't expect her to…” he sighed, “You'll be fine.”

“What do you mean?” Emily asked, “What's happening?” 

“Mommy fed you two; she bonded you; it's a chemical connection you share with her now that'll make it harder for you two to resist her or anything she wants,” Daddy said, scratching the back of his neck, having sat the girls in the crib.

“Like, a drug?” Hannah asked curiously. 

Daddy nodded, “Sort of. With a simple injection, Amazon breast milk interacts with the same receptors that the hypnotic messages target.”

“Wait, then give us the serum!” Emily squealed.

“It's not that simple anymore; your body will grow dependent on her milk if the serum works… Well, it could seriously hurt you both. The only option is to ween you off slowly, overtime.” Daddy said in a rush, glancing nervously at the door. 

Hannah opened her mouth to respond to a ringing sound from the toy chest.  Daddy glanced at it and then at the girls with a slight grin, “I seriously thought you might have been pulling my leg with that one.” He said, retrieving the phone and offering it to Hannah. 

Hannah blushed and took the phone, “Hello? Venli?”

“Did Adam get you two the serum?” Venli immediately asked, “Did you two take it already?”

“No, no, we didn't; we haven't had an opportunity yet,” Hannah responded. 

“You will want to as soon as possible; your step-down program has you two being bonded within the next day or two; if you don't-.” Hannah cut Venli off. 

“It's too late; she already has,” Hannah said. 

The line went quiet for some time, and Hannah waited nervously. “Venli? What do we do?” 

“We’ll have to come up with another solution. Do not take that serum in its current state, whatever you do. I think… We can dilute it only to give partial protection, which will slowly wean you off; I don't know, dang it. We will be in contact.” Venli said, the line going dead. 

“Venli? Wait! There's more!” Hannah said quickly, but there was no response.

Hannah sighed, putting the phone back. “Well?” Emily asked. 

Hannah shook her head, “Daddy is right; we can't take the serum now; it's too dangerous. They are working on a solution.” 

“That's it?!” Emily squealed, “What do we do tomorrow?”

Hannah shrugged, glancing at Daddy, who had listened to the entire conversation. He offered a small smile, “I suppose we trust that they were able to get you out of the regression clinic. If they didn't…” he trailed off, shaking his head as he returned the toy phone. 

Just then, the door opened, and Mommy stepped in. “How was storytime?” She asked. 

“It was great; I was just getting the girls down for bedtime,” Daddy responded. 

“Wonderful, let me,” Mommy said, cutting off further arguments from Daddy. 

He stopped, powerless, as she stepped up to the crib. Mommy held a fuzzy blanket, similar to what she used for swaddling the girls the previous night. She leaned down and positioned both girls on it before gently beginning to wrap them, pining their arms to their sides. Mommy wrapped them so that Hannah's head lay on Emily's chest, swaddling both girls together. 

Mommy stepped back, grinning, “No more getting lost.” She said, producing pacifiers and shoving them in either girl's mouth, immediately locking them in place, the nipple swelling to fill Hannah's mouth. “Nighty night, baby girls,” Mommy said, pulling Daddy from the room, shutting off the light, and closing the door. 

Hannah groaned, shifting and squirming, and Emily did something similar as they tested their bonds. Neither girl was moving for the night, and the pacifiers kept them well and truly quiet. Hannah lay there, nestled into Emily, listening to the girl's heart and breathing, eventually falling asleep. 

Hannah was awoken sometime during the night; they had been unswaddled and were being carried. She started squirming, trying to figure out what was going on. 

“Shh, it's okay, sweetheart. Mommy is getting you two fed. You're midnight feeding,” Mommy responded. 

Hannah didn't have time to process the comment, her pacifier had already been removed, and suddenly her face was full of Mommy's breast, a tit in her mouth as her body began to nurse, almost on instinct. It frightened Hannah how little control she had over her instinct, even more so as she felt her body filling her diaper, barely aware of the feeling in this state of mind. 

Between her previous groggy state, the warm embrace of Mommy, and the filling milk, she fell asleep nursing. 

Hannah awoke again, sunlight streaming in from the windows to the nursery, her face pressed into Emily's chest, a pacifier locked into her mouth. She groaned, squirming, a cramp having woke her. Hannah wanted to fight, to clench and hold it, but found it impossible in her position. She grunted, pushed, and began to fill the seat of her diaper, her bladder letting go as well as her diaper swelled. 

Emily grunted, squirming against Hannah, and she heard the girl filling her diaper as well, making Hannah blush. The door to the nursery was opened, and Hannah didn't even have time to wonder who it was before Mommy had unswaddled her and lifted Hannah into her arms.

Hannah's tummy grumbled. She thought she could smell Mommy's milk, and for some reason, it made her mouth water. What was happening to her?! She hated the woman for forcing this upon her, and now she was craving it? Daddy mentioned it was a chemical addiction, and he had been right. 

Mommy wasn't even wearing a top this morning, and Hannah found out why as she was positioned to nurse. She couldn't stop herself even if she wanted to, the milk filling her, her eyes glazed over. Hannah didn't even realize they had left the nursery, the whole house getting to watch her be fed like an infant. 

Hannah started coming to once more in the car; each time she was fed, it was like she was time traveling. Daddy was driving them. She was in a fresh diaper and dressed in a short babydoll dress. He glanced back at her as she groaned. “How are you feeling?” He asked. 

“Like I'm hungover,” Hannah reported. 

Daddy nodded, sighing, “I was worried about that. That milk will kick your butt, from what I've heard. The resistance contacted me again.” He added. 

Emily seemed to perk up as well, “They did? What did they say?” She asked. 

“They gave me a recipe to follow with the serum; Mommy notified the school of your diet change and had to make several bottles for you two today. I altered them, but they still have some of the… You know, but mostly, it's a formula and the serum mixed in small quantities. They said it shouldn't be too late yet.” Daddy said. 

“Too late for what?” Hannah asked hesitantly.

Daddy grimaced, “The longer to nurse, the more difficult it is to kick the stuff.” He said simply. 

Hannah took a long breath, trying to calm herself, “But it isn't too late, right?” She asked. 

Daddy shook his head, “No, not yet.”

Emily sighed in relief, “Well, at least for that, I suppose.” She rubbed her eyes just as the car pulled up to the school's drop-off zone.

Daddy stepped from the car, collecting both girls and slinging a diaper bag over his shoulder, apparently having left their backpacks at home. He approached the front, and Miss Lilly greeted them with a broad smile.

“Welcome back, you two! Honestly, Welby, I don’t know how you did it; you found two of the most perfect little girls worldwide.” Miss Lilly chuckled, tapping a few things on her screen. Her smile faded and was replaced with confusion, “Huh, that’s interesting.” 

“What is it?” Daddy asked.

“It seems their tests were processed yesterday; they are back in daycare. I see they have diet restrictions as well now. That must be very recent.” Miss Lilly added.

Daddy chuckled nervously, offering the bag, “Their bottles are in there; Mommy worked overtime last night.”

Miss Lilly grinned, “That she must have! Alright, you two, ready for some more fun? I want you two to be the stars of story time again!” she said, taking both girls in her arms, the bag slung over her shoulder, “Say bye bye to Daddy!” 

Emily and Hannah smiled at him as Miss Lilly backed towards the school, “Bye-bye.” Hannah said, a look of concern on her face.

Daddy seemed to share the same look but offered her a comforting smile, “I’ll be here to pick you both up.” he promised as Miss Lilly cared for the girls inside. 

Hannah carefully tracked their movements through the school, sighing in relief as they entered the daycare instead of the nursery. Hannah was genuinely happy to see the playful daycare again, with Littles running around, giggling, playing with toys, and the playground outback, already bustling with activity. This, Hannah, could get behind. It seemed Hannah had found her true calling; it certainly wasn’t as a newborn but as a toddler, which was the perfect age for her. 

Miss Lilly set them down, taking the bag with her, “Alright, you two, relax, have some fun; we’ll start class here shortly!”

Just like that, the girls were left alone for the first time in what felt like forever. Hannah glanced at Emily; both girls seemed weak on their legs; it had only been a day of not standing, but it was enough to make them struggle. “Outside?” Emily asked.

“Yes, please, anything to be away from them for a bit,” Hannah responded.

The girls left the room and entered the bright morning sun; the light was warming Hannah’s skin. Her eyes immediately sought out the play house; the door stood open, empty inside. The group hadn’t arrived yet; she remembered being told something about Lizzy having been taken away. She wasn’t sure what that meant, but whatever happened to the girl likely wasn’t pleasant. 

Both girls elected to relax on one of the benches in the play area, just happy to be left alone to their own devices. “Gosh, it feels so good to be free.” Hannah said, stretching, “Those onesies were awful.”

“Tell me about it; it was like my body was in a sarcophagus!” Emily said with a giggle. 

Just then, a girl came shuffling up to them; she was dressed in a flowering pink dress with several layers of petticoats, her feet strapped into Mary Jane-style shoes and white tights. Her hair was done in pigtails, and her cheeks were rosy; Hannah couldn’t tell if the girl was blushing or if it was makeup. 

“Hey guys, it’s Sam, or, I guess, Samantha now.” the girl said, her voice pitched to that of a child.

Hannah cocked an eyebrow, studying the face, and her eyes went wide as she recognized him, or rather, her. “Holy crap, Sam?!” she exclaimed, hopping off the bench and approaching him. “What did they do to you?” 

Sam blushed, looking away. “Mommy was tired of having a little boy and said she always wanted a little girl. I thought she would adopt one, but she just turned ME into one.”

“What do you mean? They can’t just do that.” Emily said, an eyebrow raised.

Sam chuckled nervously, “They can, if they want, I found out.”

“They turned you into a girl.” Hannah said slowly, “Like, everywhere or just to make you look like one?”

Sam blushed even more, “Well, I mean, she made me look like one; she… put it in a pink cage, and as long as I behave, I can keep it.”

Hannah looked confused for a moment, “Ohhh…” she said slowly as she realized what he was talking about, her face blushing madly. “I, uhh, am sorry,” she said, embarrassed.

“It’s okay.” Sam said, coughing, “It is what it is, did you hear? Lizzy is gone.” he said, eager to change the topic.

“I heard Adam told us; what happened?” Hannah asked curiously.

“They took her, they found out about her connections, and she was sent to the Little Correctional Facility,” Sam responded.

“What is that place? I keep hearing it mentioned, but I have no clue.” Hannah asked.

Sam glanced away, “From what I know, it’s a complete mental reprogramming; they wipe you clean and start fresh.” he shifted from side to side, clearly uncomfortable, “The rest of the group is staying low for now, trying not to attract attention. I thought you should know.” 

Before Hannah could respond, the chimes sounded that signaled the beginning of the day, and a daycare worker waved for all the students to re-enter the classroom so they could begin. The trio started towards the door, and Hannah found herself grinning at the idea Lizzy had gotten what was coming to her, “Serves the bitch right.” she muttered. 

End of Chapter 29