Crossing Worlds

Hannah felt a spike of anxiety course through her as her diaper came into view for all to see, surrounded by Amazons and Littles alike. She wanted to complain, whine, argue, fight, and get away from this woman, but Hannah knew that if she started arguing or fussing, she would be chastised, and likely worse. What could she possibly do? What would a baby do if confronted with someone they didn’t know?

Hannah held out her arms toward Daddy, who stood behind the woman, “Daddy!” she whined, trying to get his attention.

Daddy stepped forward, chuckling and kneeling beside Hannah. “Yes, baby girl?” he asked as Hannah felt the woman popping the tabs of her diaper.

Hannah cursed to herself, feeling her diaper open up as the woman began cleaning her. She hoped the distraction would stop the woman, but clearly, it was not. Hannah pouted, puffing her bottom lip, “Don’t know her.” she said, looking at the woman.

Daddy ran his fingers through Hannah’s hair, “It’s okay, sweetheart, she’s just helping Daddy get you changed.”

“I’ve changed thousands of diapers, baby. You got nothing to worry about!” The woman added with a smile, “Want your pacifier?” 

Hannah shook her head, looking up to the sky above, unable to meet either of their eyes, mortified at being changed in public. Thankfully, the woman was swift, getting Hannah clean in a matter of moments, beginning to fit her into a fresh diaper.

 “Now, watch this.” the woman remarked to Daddy quietly, “I love seeing their first reactions.”

Hannah glanced up at this, seeing that the woman was fitting her into a fresh diaper, but it had been that pastel-colored one she pulled from her bag. What had she mentioned about it? It was something about punishing Littles who asked for changes. Hannah squirmed as the diaper was laid beneath her bum. The woman gently pushed Hannah down, smiling, “Just a moment, sweetie, almost done!” 

Hannah blushed, glancing back up at the sky, embarrassed as she felt a dusting of powder and the diaper pulled up between her legs. As the tabs were being placed, the diaper seemed to morph. It went from feeling perfectly dry to suddenly feeling like a soiled diaper squishing between her legs. As Hannah shifted about on the bench, it felt as if she were in a poopy diaper, the diaper squishing between her legs, drenched front to back.

Hannah pouted, almost more uncomfortable now than she had been, whimpering pathetically and hoping against hope Daddy would take pity on her. The woman smiled, patting Hannah’s new diaper. “The best part is that she gets all the feeling of a squishy diaper, and there is no risk of diaper rash!”

Daddy felt Hannah’s diaper, poking and squishing it, “Incredible, and it still functions as a regular diaper?”

The woman nodded, smiling, “Correct, it’s a special type of SAP. It isn’t as absorbent as regular diapers, and you’ll need to check her often to see when she needs to be changed, but I just use the wetness indicators.” She pointed out several that spanned the center of Hannah’s diaper, front to back. 

Hannah felt mortified, laying there in the middle of a play area as the two inspected her diaper as if she were nothing more than a baby. She was beyond glad that Daddy elected to pull her shorts back into place, feeling the diaper squish with every movement. To Hannah, it truly felt as if she were in a heavily soiled diaper; the way it squished, the way it morphed to her figure, even the way it maintained its warmth so close to her skin. She had to keep reminding herself that her diaper was clean; it was simply water, or so she hoped. 

Hannah was deposited on her feet, not moving a muscle as her wristband came alive again, “Congratulations on finishing the adventure course, little sailor! You can redeem a prize at Red’s Candy Co. on deck 5.” 

Hannah glanced at the message; reading it, Emily stepped beside her with a concerned look. “You okay?” she whispered.

Hannah winced but nodded; she couldn’t tell Emily everything precisely now and would have to do it later. A boy came waddling up to them just then. He was dressed in short overalls that did nothing to hide his diaper. According to Hannah's best guess, he had shoulder-length brown hair and looked to be in his early 20s. The boy smiled at Hannah and Emily, stepping up to the woman who reached down and immediately checked his diaper, “This is my special little man, Thomas!” she said, turning him to face the girls, “Can you say hi, sweetheart?”

“Hi!” Thomas said with a friendly wave.

Hannah and Emily awkwardly waved back, Daddy chiming in, “Want to introduce yourselves, girls?” 

Emily sighed, smiling, “I’m Emily, and this is Hannah.” She motioned to Hannah.

Thomas smiled, “Are you two sisters?” he asked.

Daddy nodded, “They are, look at that, already making new friends!” he added with a chuckle, “Maybe you two would like to join us at our next activity?”

“That sounds wonderful; we would love that!” The woman said, giving Thomas a side hug, “Right, buddy?”

Thomas nodded, “Yeah!” 

“What are you three thinking to do?” the woman asked Daddy.

Daddy glanced through the menu on his wristband, “Well, there are a bunch of activities going on; there’s the Little’s Gymboree, Tummy Time Art Studio, Toddler Tea Time, the Diaper Derby, and the Bubble Wonderland. What do you think?” he asked, looking to the girls.

“The diaper derby? What’s that?” Thomas asked curiously.

The woman smiled, “Well, I say we go find out!” she said, standing and taking his hand, starting towards the elevators. 

Daddy glanced at the girls, shrugging, “I suppose we are doing the derby.” he said, offering a hand to Hannah.

Hannah took it, Emily took her other, and they started towards the elevators. Hannah wanted to do something different than whatever the derby was; she doubted she would like it. The group entered the elevator, descended a deck, and proceeded toward the ship's aft section. The sail away party on the Lido had ended, the pool opened back up, and sunchairs set out where sunbathers lay, tanning themselves. The derby was set midship, in the late morning sun. It turned out to be a race, where Littles crawled across a foam floor with racing lines to keep Littles in their lanes. Amazons sat at the finish line, urging their Littles onward, who were forced to crawl across the soft surface.

Hannah groaned although Thomas looked excited as they took up positions in the short line to partake. The race finished, and they were up, racing several other Littles. A crew member welcomed them warmly, “Hi folks if you’d like to take these three lanes here, we will begin shortly, parents to the other side!”

Daddy let go of Hannah’s hand as she approached the starting line. Hannah felt mortified, especially given the state of her diaper, which squished with every step; she longed for a fresh diaper but knew she wouldn’t get one for a while. As she stood there, waiting, Hannah’s bladder twitched, not feeling full, but she knew the only way to get a fresh diaper was to use this one. With a gentle push, she could relax and soak her diaper. The texture of the diaper didn’t seem to change at all, arguably feeling even more squishy than before. 

The crew member sat next to the track, “Alright, Littles, get ready to crawl! No one likes a cheater!” 

Hannah grumbled but complied; Daddy was already at the other end of the race track, on hands and knees, ready to cheer them on. Her wristband lit up as Hannah knelt, “Welcome to the Diaper Derby! Are you ready?” it said, with a small holographic depiction of a Little in a massive diaper crawling across the screen.

Hannah rolled her eyes, the screen disappearing as the crew member began a countdown. “Ready? Three! Two! One! Go!” she said, dropping her hand to indicate the beginning of the race. 

The girls begrudgingly began crawling, mortified, as they found the easiest way to crawl quickly was to stick their bums in the air, waggling back and forth as they crawled. Hannah’s face was flushed red, and she was utterly humiliated to have participated in such a childish activity. Daddy called to her, encouraging her, as Hannah crawled. Next to Hannah, a boy crawled, although he seemed to be losing steam, quickly falling into last. She heard the boy curse, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw him climb to his feet.

However, as soon as the boy put weight on his feet, his entire body seemed to convulse as if it were being electrocuted, causing him to fall face-first.  

“Disqualified!” the crew member reported, shaking her head. 

Hannah wasn’t sure something had happened to the boy, but the idea that something could happen prevented her from following suit, finishing the race on hands and knees. When Hannah reached Daddy, she was out of breath, panting. She wasn’t sure what place she took, and Hannah didn’t care; she just wanted to be done. As it turned out, no one genuinely cared what place they received, every Little earning a prize. 

The crew member came by, offering Hannah a small, stuffed cartoon rabbit wearing a thick diaper. Hannah couldn’t help but roll her eyes, as Emily received a similar prize. She glanced back at the boy who had fallen. His daddy was scooping him up and shaking his head. The boy appeared unharmed, but his Daddy was already beginning to scold him, the boy deflating and pulling back as the Daddy swatted his bum, leaving the course.

 “You two did so well!” Daddy said, ruffling Hannah’s hair and pulling both girls in for a hug. “Daddy is very proud of you both.” he continued. 

Hannah smiled despite herself, enjoying the praise as they turned to Thomas, who clutched a stuffed turtle. “I think these three need something to drink!” The woman said, “That was a LOT of crawling!” 

Daddy smiled, nodding, “I think that’s a wonderful idea; I think I saw a place up ahead.” he said, motioning further down the deck.

The woman nodded, taking Thomas’s hand as Daddy took Hannah and Emily’s, leading them away from the race. The place Daddy had spotted turned out to be a bar, and he happily ordered himself a drink, handing the girls bottles as he sipped a margarita. The drink Hannah had been served looked a lot like the margarita Daddy had been served, turning out to be a mocktail of sorts. Despite the lack of alcohol, the drink was tasty, and Hannah found she was pretty thirsty, nursing the bottle. 

Daddy leaned down and checked Emily’s diaper as they stood there, nursing their drinks. Daddy pulled her shorts down and checked the front and back. Hannah felt her cheeks turn red in embarrassment, but despite her wetting, Daddy didn’t seem to deem her ready for a change despite the squishy nature of her diaper, pulling Hannah’s shorts back into place. Hannah shifted foot to foot, feeling the diaper squishing between her legs, feeling like she were in a poopy diaper. Hannah desperately wanted to voice her opinion and ask for a change, but she knew it would only lead to further punishments, so she bit her tongue. 

Hannah turned as she heard a playful squeal of excitement further down the deck. She spotted several giant bubbles floating up and falling back to the deck. It appeared to be a part of a small play area, with bubble machines spewing forth bubbles in a sea of suds, some big but most tiny. Littles played in the area, half swimming, half walking, covered head to toe in the frothy ocean. Giant bubbles, blown by parents or crew members, lazily floated in the air, Littles playing with them before they popped. 

Daddy must have seen Hannah looking, for she felt him tussling her hair, “Why don’t you two finish your bottles, and then you can go play.” he said. 

Hannah blushed but nodded.

“Okay, Daddy,” Emily said, nursing her bottle.

Both girls finished drinking around the same time, Hannah’s belly comfortably full from the tasty mocktail. Daddy took their empty bottles, setting them on the bar as the girls waddled towards the bubble zone, Emily having soaked her diaper as well. Thomas hadn’t finished his bottle yet and sulked at being left behind, but his Mommy was strict, ‘helping’ him finish his drink. 

Hannah and Emily approached the fenced-off area; a small baby gate was opened for them by a crew member who smiled warmly, “Welcome in, you two!” he said as they stepped inside. 

Hannah was immediately enveloped in bubbles coming up to her waist. They seem to tickle her, and she grins, giggling as she moves through the pool of bubbles. To Hannah, it felt as if she were in a massive bubble bath without water. A giant bubble floated past her, and she snatched it from the air, the bubble maintaining its surface even as Hannah deformed it. It eventually popped with a satisfying POP, making Hannah giggle. 

Hannah was in the process of running her hands through the suds when she felt a handful of them deposited atop her head. She turned to see Emily there, grinning ear to ear, “A crown!” she proclaimed.

Hannah grinned, gathering an even more extensive collection of bubbles before dumping them on Emily, who squealed, trying to escape. Their playful nature turned into a bubble fight as both girls tried to cover the other in as many bubbles as possible. At one point, Hannah submerged herself, crawling over to Emily and performing a sneak attack, covering Emily as she rose and dumped them on top of the girl.

Emily giggled, wrestling Hannah down into the suds, the girls tossing and turning in the ticklish sea. Beneath the cover of bubbles, they slowed, face to face, grinning. At this moment, Hannah no longer cared about the state of her diaper; she didn’t care. She was on some alien planet being forced to act like a baby; she didn’t care. She was technically an outlaw, running away from the police. All Hannah could feel was a sense of happiness, of contentment. 

No matter what troubles faced Hannah, she knew this girl would be there beside her, holding her hand and helping her through whatever came their way. Hannah’s eyes met Emily’s, both still grinning, their faces inches apart. Hannah’s heart was racing, half from the excitement of playing, half from feeling a genuine connection to Emily, her hands still wrapped around the girl. Emily was lying atop Hannah, grinning down at her, pinning her. As their eyes met, Emily smiled, leaning closer, the world devolving around them into a blanket of bubbly mess. The squealing Littles in the bubble pit seemed to fade away as they locked eyes, Hannah’s heart racing as she leaned up, matching Emily’s motions, their eyes closing, and their lips meeting.

Hannah felt her heart swell with love and lust; their lips interlocked for what felt like minutes, although it was probably only a few seconds. To them, however, the moment lasted a lifetime. They broke off the kiss, Emily grinning down at Hannah, just as she was tackled, ripped free from Hannah’s arms, a sea of bubbles taking her place as Thomas wrestled Emily to the foam mat below, “Got you!” he squealed, “You can’t hide from me!”

It took Hannah several moments to catch her breath, the moment of intimacy fading as she rolled her eyes, hearing the two wrestle for dominance beneath the ocean of bubbles. Hannah stood, seeing their squirming bodies, and joined in. The three wrestled and played, dumping bubbles atop each other for the better part of half an hour. 

Eventually, completely out of breath, Hannah heard Daddy calling to them from the side of the bubble pit, grinning as he saw her come up for air, coated head to toe in bubbles. She and Emily pouted but started their way towards the edge of the pit. The same crew member that allowed them in opened the gate again, taking a sort of fan and blowing the bubbles off of the girls as they exited the area. 

Hannah wasn’t sure what the bubbles were made of, but she found her clothes clean and dry as she left the pit, panting and grinning ear to ear still. “You two have fun?” Daddy asked, handing them fresh bottles.

Both girls nodded eagerly, “That was so much fun!” Emily responded happily.

“Like, so much fun!” Hannah agreed, giggling as she sipped her bottle, another mocktail. “There were so many bubbles!” she added, earning a chuckle from Daddy at her excitement. 

As Hannah nursed her bottle, settling down, she found her bladder aching again, letting it soak into her diaper as she rehydrated herself. 

“We got to do it again!” Thomas added, stepping up beside them, nursing a bottle of his own.

Thomas’s Mommy chuckled, “I’m sure we will, sweetheart, but we still got lots of other stuff to do today!” she said with a smile, ruffling his hair and glancing at Daddy, “I believe we picked the last activity, do you want to pick the next?” 

Daddy nodded, glancing at his two girls, “I think it’s just about lunchtime, actually, and then we can pick something; there are a few restaurants onboard. Would you two like to join us?”

Thomas’s Mommy smiled, “Sure! It is getting towards lunchtime; let’s get some food.” 

End of Chapter 38