Crossing Worlds

Hannah groaned as she realized her diaper would not be clean for long. Her hand fluttered to her tummy as a cramp hit her. She was able to stave off the accident for now, but it wouldn’t be much longer.

Miss Kaylee seemed to take note, her eyes focusing on Hannah despite her quiet groaning. “Are you trying to hold it in?” she chastised Hannah, putting her hands on her hips.

Hannah blushed madly. Miss Kaylee instantly knew her dilemma; even more, she was trying to prevent an accident. “I, uh, no.” Hannah lied, blushing madly. 

“You aren’t? Are you having trouble making poopies then?” Miss Kaylee asked, only furthering Hannah’s utter shame.

Hannah shook her head, “No, I’m not.” she replied, squirming.

Miss Kaylee clicked her tongue, looking to Daddy, “If she hasn’t been able to go by the time we are done with lunch, I got some gummies that can help.”

Daddy chuckled, ruffling Hannah’s hair, “I appreciate it, we will see.”

“It’s not healthy for a baby to hold it; constipation is a real problem.” Miss Kaylee said sternly, glancing at Emily, “Have you gone today? Babies should be going at least three times a day.” 

It was Emily’s turn to blush, and Hannah was glad for the reprieve. “I haven’t, but I’m about to.” 

Emily’s eyes were downcast, equally as humiliated as Hannah. Miss Kaylee nodded curtly, returning to her meal. Hannah sighed, feeling another cramp coming. She knew that one way or another, she was going to be forced to go. Hannah lifted her bum off the highchair seat and let the cramp go, feeling the warm mush squishing into the seat of her diaper. Hannah grunted, her face scrunching as she went, and the adults at the table continued the conversation as if nothing were happening. 

Emily gave her a shy look, looking around the room, clearly not wanting to go in the middle of a busy restaurant. Hannah probably should have thought of that, but it was too late now. “I told you you were a baby.” Emily whispered with a grin, “You make it look so easy!” 

Hannah rolled her eyes, grunting again, “Do you freaking want another laxative?” she shot back, making Emily blush.

Emily sighed and resigned as she followed Hannah’s lead. Hannah flashed back to Naomi and Oliver, remembering her previous encounters with them; it had been a while since she heard from them. She wondered if it had to do with the serum The Resistance had given her. Hannah remembered, in vivid detail, Naomi ordering her to sit the last time she kept her bum up like this, post-accident. Could it even be called an accident if you do it on purpose? Hannah was content calling it that, better than the alternative. Hearing Naomi’s voice again, Hannah shivered, although it was only hallucinating. What wasn’t a memory, though, was that Hannah, somewhere in her reminiscing, had followed Naomi’s previous instructions.

Hannah’s bum had sat down, squishing the mess about. She groaned, feeling it, trying not to move, a look of disgust on her face. Back home, Hannah had soaked herself many times; she loved the feeling of a wet diaper. Poopy diapers, however, that was a whole other ball game. Her only relief was that Hannah wasn’t responsible for changing herself. She supposed that was the absolute least these Amazons could do if they were going to force her to poop herself. 

Miss Kaylee took note of her sitting back down and relaxed once more. She smiled, “Feel better?” she asked.

Hannah sheepishly nodded.

“Such a good girl; you have two well-behaved little girls, Welby.” Miss Kaylee said, polishing off her drink.

“I am aware; I love them both dearly,” Daddy said with a smile.

“You haven’t needed any additional programming or help for either of them?” Miss Kaylee asked, glancing at him.

“None, just love, affection, attention, and praise,” Daddy replied, kissing Hannah’s head. “Daddy is very proud of you, pumpkin.”

Hannah blushed once more; she would never get used to having adults praise her for pooping herself. Who would? She supposed that if they were going to force her to do so and wanted her to, at least they made her feel good about doing it. Hannah knew that without Daddy’s praise, she would have substantially more reservations about messing. 

Their waiter returned, and Daddy paid the bill, “Excuse me, are there changing rooms for the Little ones?” he asked politely.

“Of course, in the restrooms down the hall.” The waiter replied with a smile.

Daddy thanked the lady, cleaning the hands and faces of Emily and Hannah before lowering them to the floor. He slung the diaper bag over his shoulder, stood, and started them in the direction indicated. “Does Thomas need changed?” he asked.

Miss Kaylee felt Thomas’s crotch and bum, shaking her head, “His diaper can hold more; thank you, though.”

Daddy nodded, and they continued their way to the restrooms. Hannah sighed as she saw the male and female restrooms, and Daddy led them into the men. She knew immediately that this would be another embarrassing change on a public changing table in front of many other men. Thankfully, the room was void of others for the moment, and Daddy wasted no time pulling Hannah’s dress out of the way as he laid her down and changed her. 

Daddy didn’t fuss, wiping Hannah clean and getting her into a fresh diaper. “I’m proud of you, baby girl.” he said with a smile, “You didn’t ask to use the restroom, you didn’t bug me for a change, you are learning and being such a good girl.”

Hannah blushed, her eyes cast up to the ceiling. “I’m trying to,” she said meekly.

Hannah spotted something interesting. Inset in the ceiling was a mirror pointed directly at her. Hannah watched with curiosity, seeing Daddy lifting her bum from her soiled diaper and placing her atop a fresh one. Hannah genuinely looked like a baby, dressed as she was, and was on a changing table, having her messy diaper changed. She wouldn’t have batted an eye if Hannah had seen this scene back home, if it hadn’t been herself on the table.

The fact made Hannah blush, a realization crossing her. The mirror was to show her what Amazons saw her as. It allowed Hannah to see herself as the baby the rest of the world saw. The idea was to show Hannah her true nature or any Little that lay here being changed. They were babies to Amazons, nothing more. 

Daddy smoothed Hannah’s dress and dropped her to her feet, scooping Emily up and working to change her. An Amazon man, holding the hand of a Little boy, maybe 24, entered the bathroom. The boy was doing the potty dance, on the verge of an accident; he whimpered, his hand pressed firmly between his legs. The man was taking his sweet time, opening the stall and undoing the buttons on the boy's outfit, one at a time. The boy gasped and stared down at this crotch. 

Hannah couldn’t see what was happening but could infer from the boy's reaction. The man finally got the Little’s overalls off, dropping them around his feet, a diaper, heavily swollen, coming into view as the boy started crying. “Well, we tried, but you just aren’t ready for the potty yet; it’s okay; we’ll get you changed into a fresh diaper.” the man said, pulling the boy's overalls entirely off, leaving him standing there in just a diaper.

The boy covered himself as best as he could, blushing madly as he saw Hannah watching him. It was an odd sight; the boy still had facial hair, his body unshaven, looking like a mature man, apart from the diaper hanging low on his hips. 

“Do you see them complaining?” the man asked, pulling the boy from the stall towards Hannah, “Maybe you’ll behave better as a girl.”

The boy squealed, crying out a piercing, “No!!! Please! Anything but that!” 

The man chuckled, dragging the boy towards an empty changing table, lifting and strapping him down. “Honestly, would it be making much of a difference anyway?” he asked, pulling open the boy's diaper, “I mean, look at yourself; you’re no man; your cock is so tiny, it may as well be an oversized clit. I think that does it; we will stop and pick up a dress on the way back to the ship.”

Thankfully, Daddy finished changing Emily, taking Hannah’s hand, and quickly pulled them from the restroom. The boys' crying subsided as they returned to the restaurant. Hannah felt a shiver, goosebumps forming despite the island's warmth; Daddy squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry, pumpkins.” Daddy said, returning to the table, “That is why you must always stay with me.”

Hannah wasn’t sure what the female equivalent of the man’s threat would be. Would it be to turn her into a boy? It would be an absurd threat, although practical, Hannah supposed. 

“Yes, Daddy.” both girls answered in unison. 

The entire experience had been unnerving for Hannah. She knew other Amazons weren’t as lenient as Daddy, but to just so casually drop changing the gender of a Little for a punishment? It left Hannah coated in goosebumps. Hannah felt herself taking an unconscious step closer to Daddy, seeking his protection.

Miss Kaylee cleaned Thomas up from his meal, pulling him from the highchair and setting him on his feet. “I don’t know if there’s much else we can do up here.” Miss Kaylee said, “I think most of the rest of the activities on the island are in town.” 

Daddy nodded, offering a hand to Hannah and Emily, “Let’s get to it then; we can find something to do once we are down there!”

“There’s a lot! I don’t know about you, but I want to pursue the shops and find some fun souvenirs.” Miss Kaylee said, strapping Thomas into his stroller again as the party approached the door.

Daddy chuckled, “I wouldn’t mind that, and some snacks, maybe. I would love to try something we can’t get back home.”

The trip back down was uneventful; Hannah gripped Emily’s hand tightly as the cable car rocked back and forth on its journey down the mountain. They were so high up! Thankfully, the trip back was quick, and they soon found themselves deposited back in the bustling streets of the harbor city. They left the station, traveling down the busy roads, seeing what activities to do. 

The town was buzzing with activity as they explored various attractions. The port city was vibrant, with narrow streets lined with colorful, charming buildings. Flower boxes adorn nearly every window, and local vendors filled the air with the scent of fresh pastries, roasted coffee, and grilled meats. It was a town where old-world charm met the notion of its baby-themed attractions. Walking through the town square, they noticed a large open area where local entertainers performed for crowds. A puppet show had just started, drawing in Littles from all directions. The puppets danced and sang, acting out silly stories with colorful characters. Nearby, a face-painting booth had a line of excited Littles waiting to have their faces transformed into animals, princesses, or other fun designs.

Just down the street, they came across a whimsical baby gear boutique. Inside, they found aisles of unique, custom-designed baby clothes, toys, and accessories. There were themed pacifiers, bibs with adorable animal faces, and even diaper bags decorated with sparkly, cartoonish designs. In one corner of the shop was a small play area where Hannah and Emily could try out the newest toys while Daddy browsed for fun souvenirs. As they ventured further into town, they encountered a baby-themed amusement park. It wasn’t massive like the ones they’d seen before but packed with plenty of charm. The park was filled with soft play areas, gentle rides, and interactive zones for Littles. There were colorful carousels featuring pastel-colored animals, bouncy castles shaped like clouds, and a gentle train ride that took families around the park, offering stunning views of the town and ocean beyond.

One entertaining attraction was the “Bubble Bonanza,” where Littles could run through fields of enormous bubbles while trying to pop as many as possible, not unlike what the girls experienced on the ship. They came across a pottery studio for something more relaxed, where little hands could help paint and decorate clay figures. The park even had a small “river cruise” that floated down a calm waterway, offering views of the city from the water. Along the way, animated characters told stories about the town’s history in a fun and engaging fashion.

Hannah shuffled from activity to activity as Thomas found each fun and engaging. Hannah and Emily were as intrigued by them, but it wasn’t a bad experience either. Thomas happily had his face painted as the girls milled about in the bubbles; it was a similar experience to the one they had onboard. By the time they were done, Thomas had his face painted like a tiger and growled playfully at them.

The group worked their way from the park, where the girls were nursing bottles Daddy had retrieved from the diaper bag, sweet juice filling Hannah’s mouth. They stopped at various stores, picking up a locally made ice cream here, flaky, sweet pastries from another shop, and sticky, honey-coated candy from yet another. Hannah and Emily’s fingers grew sticky with honey, but Daddy was always present with baby wipes to keep both girls clean. Hannah nursed bottles, washed down the delectable treats, and soaked her diaper more than once as they milled about the town. 

Their progress was halted as they came across a parade winding through the city. The parade, known as the Diaper Carnival Parade, guided them towards the city's main square. As they approached the main square, Hannah could hear lively carnival music playing through the streets. The square was packed with spectators, and soon, towering floats began rolling into view. Each float was uniquely designed, featuring enormous, brightly-colored sculptures made to resemble giant pacifiers, bottles, and adorable baby animals. Performers dressed in elaborate costumes danced around the floats, tossing confetti and bubbles into the air as the crowd cheered.

The real showstopper came as the main float glided into the square, shaped like an oversized, sparkling diaper. It was a towering, dazzling spectacle, covered in twinkling lights, and at the top, a group of performers put on a dance show, leaping and twirling to the beat of the music. Surrounding the foat were acrobats, stilt-walkers, and jugglers, all dressed in baby-themed outfits, entertaining the crowd with their performances. As the floats passed, cannons attached to the sides began to shoot bursts of colorful powder into the air. The powder rained down in soft pink, blue, and yellow hues, turning the entire square into a pastel wonderland. It was an immersive, multisensory experience that left Hannah and Emily giggling and wide-eyed as the swirling colors surrounded them. The event's highlight was an enormous shower of balloons, each filled with glittering confetti that rained down on the crowd below. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter, cheering, and the music of the carnival band. 

As the parade ended, performers handed out unique keepsakes to children, primarily diapers from their local factory. The crowd erupted in cheers as they began filing out of the square. Daddy held Hannah and Emily’s hand during the performance, holding them tight as they made their way towards the massive ship at the end of the main street. 

“How did you girls like that?” Daddy asked.

“We don’t have anything like that back home,” Hannah answered dryly. 

Emily chuckled, shaking her head, “No, nothing like that, or even this island, it’s unique to your planet.”

“Well, did you enjoy it at least then? Unique experiences can be fun.” Daddy asked.

“It’s a bit surreal if I’m being honest.” Hannah said, “In all my years of thinking of this planet, I never imagined it would be like this.” 

“It could be far worse; I think we are just a bit overwhelmed by it all,” Emily added with a shrug.

“I can understand that,” Daddy said, nodding. 

“I think it’ll help if we don’t come across nut jobs too,” Hannah added, flashing back to their experience in the restroom on the observation platform.

Daddy stayed quiet for several long seconds, “You two know that sort of behavior is the norm, right?” he asked, guiding the group around a huge vendor towing their wares down the street. “Most amazons aren’t like me.”

“I know.” Hannah said defensively, “But, like, that was over the top.” 

Daddy shrugged, “I suppose so. It’s common enough that I didn’t think twice, but I could tell you were distressed.”

“He threatened to change the boys freaking gender!” Emily squealed. “That is commonplace?!”

Daddy shrugged again, “Major body configurations like that are accessible here. Today, we came across multiple advertisements for nanite reprogramming surgeries. Some variations stay within your body and can be programmed by an Amazon’s phone, allowing them to do just about anything, anytime, anywhere.” 

Hannah was startled at the explanation; she hadn’t seen such advertisements, although, perhaps, they were positioned in a fashion that made it challenging to view from her height. Still, the prospect of billboards proudly proclaiming the ability to reconfigure a person's body set Hannah’s nerves on edge. 

“You wouldn’t do anything like that to us, would you?” Hannah asked nervously.

Daddy shook his head, thankfully. “Not unless it was something you wanted.”

Hannah sighed in relief as they reached the dock, starting up the gangway. “Did Mommy want that kind of stuff?” she asked.

Hannah felt Daddy stiffen beside her as they joined the queue to scan back into the ship. “Your Mommy had some ideas she was looking into that would have made you into what she thought the perfect baby was,” he replied, half dodging Hannah’s question. 

It was enough of an answer that Hannah felt panic stirring deep within her. Daddy must have sensed this, for Hannah felt him squeeze her hand, “Don’t worry, baby, we are safe.” 

Hannah nodded, presenting her wristband to the crew member as they were welcomed back onboard. Hannah had learned in their short time together that while Daddy wasn’t perfect, he was far better than every other Amazon she had met thus far. Hannah only knew that she would stick close to him, and she feared her life would depend on it. 

End of Chapter 45