Crossing Worlds

Emily forced the thumb from her mouth, clearly upset at having found it there, “Curse that woman.” She said, “I don’t know what’s going on, but yes, something is wrong.”

Hannah sighed, “I think it was the serum; something messed up.” she said around her thumb, grumbling and pulling it from her mouth.

Miss Lilly spoke up before Emily could respond, and both girls returned to nursing their thumbs. “Alright, everyone, story time! I need THREE volunteers! Who wants to volunteer?”

“Ohh! Me! Me! Me!” Hannah exclaimed, her hand shooting up beside Emily’s and waving it about. She wasn’t alone either; many other students joined the call.

Miss Lilly smiled widely at the turnout, selecting another girl, Emily and Hannah. Hannah giggled, grinning ear to ear as she started crawling toward the front before stopping to get to her feet and joining Miss Lilly. Hannah realized, with a start, that the other student that had been picked was Sam! He was dressed in a pink tutu and form-fitting pink leotard. Hannah didn’t remember seeing Sam volunteering, but he had been selected either way.

Miss Lilly sat back in the recliner, pulling out a storybook and opening it, the lights dining as she began to read. “The Three Good Girls and the Magical Diaper Kingdom.” she began, “there lived three little Princesses: Princess Hannah, Princess Emily, and Princess Sammy. The kingdom was a wonderful place where everyone wore their magical, comfy diapers all day long, and the kingdom's magic depended on how good the little princesses were.” 

Hannah grinned ear to ear as she glanced down to see their new outfits. All three girls were dressed in pretty princess dresses, each with their color and giant, magical diapers encasing their midsections.

“One day,” Miss Lilly continued, “the wise Queen Mommy and King Daddy told the three princesses that they could play and explore the royal gardens as much as they liked, but only if they were good girls. Good girls, you see, always use their diapers, never fuss about going potty, and always listen to Mommy and Daddy.”

Hannah watched as the three turned to two Amazons, a woman and man dressed as King and Queen whose lips mimicked Miss Lilly’s words, speaking them to each girl. Hannah, along with Emily and Sammy, squats and is pushed by Miss Lilly’s guidance, filling their diapers and soaking them. Their diapers seemed to begin to glow, a sort of whimsical magic enveloping them, the King and Queen praising the girls for using their diapers.

“The three princesses were excited to play, but they knew the most important rule: Good girls never argue with Mommy and Daddy! So, whenever Queen Mommy reminded them to use their magical diapers, they never fussed because they knew their diapers kept the kingdom's magic safe.”

The three girls giggled and patted their diapers, acting out how proud they were to wear and use them, sustaining the kingdom's magic. 

“A little storm cloud appeared while playing in the royal garden.” Miss Lilly narrated, “It tried to get the princess to argue. ‘Why do you have to use your diapers?’ the storm cloud asked, hoping to make them fuss and complain. But Princess Hannah, Emily, and Princess Sammy remembered what makes a good girl good: never arguing with Mommy and Daddy, who always reminded them to use their diapers.”

Hannah watched as the storm cloud appeared overhead, a sort of face forming in the dark folds and calling to them. The girls pointedly ignored the cloud, turning to face the castle where Mommy stood on the balcony, smiling warmly as the girls made their choices to be good girls instead. They glanced at the cloud long enough to respond, “Because we are good girls, and good girls always listen to their Mommy and Daddy.” 

Miss Lilly smiled, seeing how well the girls acted out their roles. “The storm cloud was upset that the princesses didn’t argue or fuss. So it flew away, leaving the kingdom sunny and bright again.” 

“And so, the three princesses returned to the palace, happy and proud to be such good girls. They never fussed when it was time for a change, they always listened to Queen Mommy and King Daddy, and because they followed the three simple rules, the magical diaper kingdom stayed full of joy and peace forever.” Miss Lilly concluded as the class began to clap, the three volunteers bowing before the students, their outfits returning to normal once more. 

Hannah noticed that while it had been an act, her diaper was no longer clean. Apart from being glad to be back in a squishy diaper, the other part was horrified; she was so willing and accepting. The effects of story time lifted, and Hannah found that she hadn’t relied on it as much as before; she almost wanted to act out the scene because it was fun! 

Miss Lilly stepped forward, clapping her hands to get the student's attention as she declared it time for recess. The students eagerly stood up or got on hands and knees and headed outside. Daycare workers stopped many students, taking them for changes, Miss Lilly herself stopping and checking Hannah. She chuckled, lifting Hannah into her arms, “My, my, you have been a good girl.”

Hannah grinned, nursing her thumb and giggling, “Good girl!” she squealed. 

“That you are!” Miss Lilly said as she laid Hannah down for another change, “I’m so happy to see the nursery was such a good influence on you.” She quickly got Hannah into a fresh, clean diaper. 

As Hannah’s diaper was opened, the cold air tickled her skin, and she found her bladder relaxing. Miss Lilly quickly closed her diaper with a giggle, catching the accident, before cleaning her up. As she was set down on the floor, Hannah quickly became mortified at realizing what she had just done. She had freaking peed on Miss Lilly while she was being changed!

Miss Lilly, thankfully, had already been stepping away. A part of Hannah knew that it was simply something babies did, but a part of her also knew that she had seemingly willingly done so. She waddled toward the recessed area, her face burning brightly in shame as she stepped outside and immediately into the play house. Emily and Sam were already there; Emily, nursing her thumb, glanced up at Hannah as she entered.

Hannah was too embarrassed to admit what happened, but she could see the question in Emily’s eyes. Hannah turned her attention to Sam, trying to distract herself from the incident, “Something’s wrong.” She pointedly pulled her thumb from her mouth, “The serum did something with Naomi.”

Sam bit his lip nervously, “Is that why you two have been acting off today?” he asked. Sam still had the voice of a girl, but he seemed less self-conscious of it today.

Emily nodded, plopping down on the plastic bench in the house, “Daddy laced our bottles with a diluted serum because…” her voice trailed off.

Hannah sighed; if there were any person who wouldn’t judge them, it would be Sam. “Because Mommy bonded up.”

Sam looked considered, pacing back and forth, catching his tutu on the bench several times, “How Amazon hypnotic messages work is complicated and messy stuff; it isn’t an exact science. I haven’t heard of them working on anyone who was on breastmilk; I’m simply not in the loop anymore. I’m sure they tested it beforehand, but the results can be unpredictable.” he admitted.

Hannah ground her teeth, stepping up into Sam’s face. He had lost several inches since becoming a girl, and she could stare him down, “What do you mean it’s not an exact science? What did they do to us?” she demanded. 

Sam stepped away, his back against the house wall, as he raised his hands warningly, “Hey, I’m just letting you know, I don’t know much more than you; I’m not going to lie; I’m sorry.”

Hannah grunted, throwing up her arms, “Just freaking wonderful.” she said, crossing her arms and stomping around the tiny house. Then she realized that the only person from the group was there the other day, Sam. She glanced at Sam again, “Where are the rest of them?” she asked, “I know about Lizzy.”

Sam shrugged, looking embarrassed, “I don’t know, I believe several of them got pulled out, but I also believe somewhere taken with Lizzy, this whole team was compromised. The only reason I was left alone was because Mommy…” he glanced down at his outfit, blushing deeply.

Hannah wasn’t sure about the logistics of why they had neglected to take Sam simply because he was in a dress, but she wasn’t going to question it. Sam coughed, changing the subject, “Glad to see you both are back; I was worried when you didn’t show up yesterday.”

“Not by our own choice.” Emily grumbled, pulling her thumb from her mouth again and forcing her hands into the nooks of her elbows, trying to keep them there, “It was awful.” 

“Where did you two go?” Sam asked.

Hannah answered, “The nursery; I think Adam said it was Regression Class. I’m not sure what that all means.”

Sam’s eyes went wide in shock, and a twinge of freight, “You did? Are you okay? I haven’t heard of anyone leaving that class without…” he groaned off.

Hannah raised an eyebrow, gesturing towards herself, “I mean, do I look like I’m in perfect health still? They screwed with my head all day, and they forced me onto a liquid diet.” she grumbled.

Sam looked embarrassed, glancing away, “I’m sorry, I haven’t had to go through it myself; normally, if someone is taken there, they don’t return.”

Hannah felt a cold shutter traveling through her body at the admission. She certainly hadn’t enjoyed her time there yesterday, but it seemed it could have been worse. She wasn’t sure how, but the Amazons would find a way if there was a will.

The chimes sounded, signaling the end of recess, and Hannah found herself walking toward the entrance before she realized what she was doing. She knew good girls listened and obeyed her caretakers; the chimes meant it was time to come in. She cursed herself, wanting to stop just to be disobedient, but what was the point? With a sigh, Hannah continued into the building, Emily and Sam in tow.

The students were led back into the story circle and what followed yet another song. Unlike the welcome song, however, Hannah found herself giggling and clapping along, quickly picking up the words and singing along. The song's climax had each student try and go potty, and Hannah enthusiastically did so, feeling her diaper squish beneath her, her face beaming with pride at having been able to be a good girl yet again. 

Of course, realizing what she had done destroyed her happiness, this sort of constant tug-of-war plagued Hannah’s entire day. She and Emily were fed twice as often as the rest of the students; each time, a fresh bottle was given to them, warmed, and ready. Each, thankfully, seemed to be heavily diluted, but no matter how much of the serum they consumed, the effects of Naomi melding with Hannah’s conscious thoughts seemed to persist. That said, while she still enjoyed the taste of the milk-milk formulation, she didn’t find that she craved it as she had that morning. 

Naptime came and went, and the girls fell asleep quickly with bellies full of warm milk. Thanks to their new diet, their diapers changed far more often than the other students. Hannah hoped the diet wouldn’t be around for long; her desire for authentic, solid food grew insatiable. The daycare no longer even bothered to lock the girl’s pacifiers in place, replacing their thumbs with them each time they were caught nursing. Pacifier clips kept the pacifiers from being misplaced throughout the day, allowing workers to easily pop them into place whenever they saw them removed and a thumb between their lips. 

Hannah and Emily were heavily praised all day for their excellent behavior; each diaper change had them swooning with pride. However, there was one last hurdle the girls had to overcome before the day was over cartoon time. 

The chimes sounded, and Emily and Hannah were ushed from their paintings with freshly cleaned faces and hands. They and the other students were herded in front of the screen, pacifiers back in place. The screen flickered to life once the students were settled and the workers retreated.

A portion of Hannah’s mind screamed at her to cover her ears and close her eyes, but what was the point? She wanted to watch it! She grinned eagerly as the silly cartoon characters came on screen, Naomi and Oliver dancing and making her giggle. As Hannah watched, she began to relax. She realized that while she enjoyed the show, it seemed that whatever hypnotic effects were in place had no hold on her. Unlike the other students, Hannah could easily resist the effects; she liked the show not because it forced her to do so but because it was silly and engaging for a baby like herself. 

Hannah’s little side seemed to dominate her personality increasingly; she giggled and clapped along with the show, sitting on the edge as the climax came and went. The other students seemed confused as the show ended, but she and Emily giddily clapped with excitement, wanting more! While everyone else seemed to be growing aware of the state of their diapers, thanks to the show, Emily and Hannah willingly and happily filled theirs, soaking the thirsty padding once more. 

However, this time, they weren’t immediately taken back for changes; instead, they were corralled to the front, where parents had begun arriving. Hannah and Emily looked around for Daddy but didn’t see him. To Hannah’s surprise, Mommy stepped forward, grinning and scooping up both girls, the now nearly empty diaper bag slug over her shoulder, “There’s my two babies! How are you doing?”

Hannah giggled, “Good!” she mumbled around the pacifier, “Where’s Daddy?”

“He had other work occupied him, so I’m picking you both up! We got to go get your brother still.” Mommy said, leaving the daycare after a worker checked them out.

Hannah wondered what had happened to Daddy; he stated that he would be the one to pick them up. Come to think of it, Hannah had never seen either of the two workings; they both seemed to be fulfill-times. That struck her as odd, but perhaps they were working while the girls were in daycare, which prevented Daddy from picking her up. Hannah was confident this was what it was.

Mommy carried them through the school corridors, entering a far more mature section of the school. This section was still clearly aimed at young children, the walls decorated with school artwork, but it was done with crayons and brushes instead of finger paint. Evan was lined up in the hallway, along with other students, all dressed in a simple school uniform. As he saw them, he grinned and ran towards them, “Mommy!” he squealed with excitement, wrapping his arms around her legs.

Mommy chuckled, leaning down and embracing him in a 4-way hug with the girls, “Hi sweetheart, how was school?”

Evan told them all about his day as Mommy carried the girls toward the pick-up area of the school. It was clear Mommy wasn’t truly paying attention to Evan, but she continued to entertain his tirade because it made him happy. They never seemed to notice and rattled on well into their car ride home. 

By now, Hannah and Emily’s diapers were well-used but could hold more. Whatever technology they had on this planet was far superior to anything Hannah had access to back home. Even this daytime diaper, which held far less than the night-time diapers, could easily have held up for over an entire day. Hannah hoped she wouldn’t have to test that theory; so far, Mommy had never forced them to stay in their soiled diapers for that long. 

Back home, Mommy helped them from the car, carrying the girls inside and immediately taking a seat in the recliner, having told Evan to do his homework. She nestled both girls in the crooks of her arms as she released her top, “Mommy has an extra special treat for you both. I didn’t pump today, so you two get extra milk!” she reported happily.

Hannah groaned, not wanting to nurse, but Mommy quickly forced a tit into her mouth to stall any further complaints or arguments. Besides, fussing and arguing with Mommy was what bad girls did, and Hannah was a good girl! Hannah’s body began to nurse immediately, as if by reflex. 

Hannah held her breath, waiting for the effects of the milk to take hold, and when they never did, she breathed a sigh of relief. The sweet, warm milk was still just as tasty as it had been, but she remained in control of her faculties, her eyes glancing around the room as best as she could with the orb of flesh shoved in her face. Mommy seemed to be studying Emily and her. With a quizzical look on her face, she could tell something was off, but she didn’t know exactly what. 

Regardless, the girls finished their meals, their tummies bloated, and their diapers drooped even further than when they started. Mommy burped each girl in turn before depositing them in their play area in the nursery. “Alright, you two, have fun; Mommy will be back in a bit for bathtime! She’s got to eat first,” she chirped.

Hannah was chuffed at not being changed, yet a piece of her was happy she got to spend more time in this diaper. It had grown far more squishy than any she had managed at the daycare, and she was proud of it! She giggled, poked her diaper, and felt it, wriggling about happily.

Emily poked her, “Hey, focus.” she said, snapping her fingers in Hannah’s face, “Big Hannah, come out to play.” 

Hannah looked annoyed at her sister, rubbing her eyes, “Ever since that stupid first bottle, it’s almost as if I can’t control my Little side anymore.”

Emily sighed and nodded, “Same here; it’s nearly impossible for me to differentiate the two anymore. I slip between being Little and big without even realizing it’s happening, along with whatever thoughts and desires Naomi has planted in my head.” 

Hannah sighed, nodding, glancing around the nursery as the phone rang. “Show time,” Hannah grumbled as the two girls wrestled the playphone from the toy box. 

It was Emily’s turn to answer; she lifted the receiver and spoke into the phone, “Hello? Venli?” she asked.

Hannah could hear someone on the other end speaking but couldn’t make out the words. She saw Emily’s face go pale, “What do you mean? What are we supposed to do then?” she asked, a panicked look furrowing her brow.

“I… Okay, we will.” Emily said before hanging up the phone.

“Well? What is it?” Hannah asked eagerly; she was desperate for news outside her meager existence as a baby to the school and Mommy.

Emily didn’t speak, looking troubled, her thoughts toiling.

“Come on, Em! What is it?” Hannah demanded, shaking the girl from her stupor.

Emily finally glanced at Hannah, “They took him, Hannah.”

“Who?!” Hannah demanded.

“They took Daddy; he was arrested on his way home from dropping us off, and they found out he was speaking with the resistance,” Emily said weakly, numb. 

End of Chapter 31