Crossing Worlds

Hannah was surprised to see Miss Kaylee there; where had she come from? How had she found Hannah? Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ash shooting Hannah and Emily concerned looks, trying to determine if they should trust this woman. Hannah wasn’t sure, but anything had to be better than Mommy, right? She gave Ash a subtle nod; Ash immediately went with the flow, grinning and exclaiming, “Mommy!” in a happy voice. 

The worker smiled, bidding them farewell, and Miss Kaylee carried them from the daycare into the parking lot. “How did you find us?” Hannah squealed immediately as the doors closed behind them, “Where’s Daddy?”

Emily asked similar questions from the crook of Miss Kaylee’s other arm, and Miss Kaylee chuckled as she approached a van, the doors opening for her. “Hey, one at a time.” she chastised playfully. “Your Daddy is safe back at home; we’re heading there now.”

As Miss Kaylee strapped Hannah into her car seat, she answered Hannah’s other question, lifting her foot and tapping the ankle bracelet that encircled Hannah; she had completely forgotten about that! Mommy hadn’t noticed either; they were designed to be challenging to detect, even if you were looking. “As for finding you two, Daddy could track your location with these; we just had to wait for an opportunity to get you both,” she glanced at Ash before fitting her into a car seat, “You, however, we weren’t expecting, but the daycare worker asked if I was picking up all three of you and it would have been weird if I didn’t, thankfully, you don’t have a tracker. Who are you, by the way?”

Ash blushed as Miss Kaylee pulled the straps tight over the girl's shoulders, snapping them into the buckle between Ash’s legs, “I’m Ash, I’m… a friend of these two.”

Emily scoffed, crossing her arms, “A friend? More like my tormentor, you finally got what you deserved, should have left you to Mommy.” 

Miss Kaylee gave Ash a pointed look, the car's side door still open. Ash sighed, “I was her babysitter, I was a Tweener, my boss decided I was too immature for my position and turned me into a Little.” she said begrudgingly. “Miss Ashford adopted me recently.”

Miss Kaylee gave a curt nod, shutting the door and climbing into the driver's seat, “If that’s the case, we can let poor Emily here have some fun with you before dropping you back off.”

Ash’s face went pale, Miss Kaylee studying the girl in the rearview mirror. “No, please, I’ll do anything to escape that woman,” Ash begged, “I just want my old life back.” 

Miss Kaylee chuckled, starting the car and driving them away from the daycare, “That isn’t up to me, Emily?”

Ash turned to Emily, a pleading look in her eyes, “I’m sorry, please don’t send me back!” 

Emily grinned, clearly pondering her options, “I don’t know… You were awfully mean to me…” 

“Please, Emily, I’ll do anything!” Ash begged.

“Anything?” Emily asked with a playful grin.

Ash opened her mouth, stopping before nodding sheepishly.

“Perfect, I want a full body massage, including my feet and hands,” Emily replied, proud of herself.

Ash cocked an eyebrow, “Uhh, deal?” she said hesitantly. 

Miss Kaylee chuckled, shaking her head, “You said you were a Tweener?” she asked Ash.

Ash nodded, “I was, yes, I worked at the Littles center there in Hyperion City.”

Miss Kaylee nodded, “Ahh, no wonder you ended up where you are. I only visited that place once, and that owner is not very nice.”

Ash scoffed, “You don’t know the half of it.”

“How long till we get back to Daddy?” Hannah interrupted, shifting in her seat, her rear squishing into the car seat. 

“We’ll be there in a few minutes!” Miss Kaylee replied.

Hannah turned her attention out the window, letting Ash and Miss Kaylee chat. She should have been listening, but Hannah was filled with nervous energy; until she was back with Daddy, she wouldn’t be able to relax. The car winded along quiet, scenic roads surrounded by rolling green fields and clusters of trees, with glimpses of small streams and wildflowers lining the edges. The day was clear, and the sun cast a gentle glow over Serenvale, making the countryside look as though it were straight from a storybook. Occasionally, they passed through small sections of the tower, where quaint shops, rustic cafes, and homes blended in with modern amenities. 

After a short drive, they arrived at a warm, inviting house on a gentle hill with a clear view of the nearby lake. The house was a rustic and modern blend, with natural stone walls and sleek, solar-paneled roofing. Large, energy-efficient windows stretched across the front, providing a welcoming glow and offering beautiful views of the surrounding countryside. 

The car had barely stopped when the side door was opened, and Daddy reached in, embracing both girls in a bear hug. “Oh, my sweet babies!” he cried, pulling them from their car seats and hugging them tightly. 

Both girls squealed excitedly, “Daddy!” they cried as they embraced.

Daddy rocked them back and forth, stepping away from the car, “I was so worried, I was so nervous, I…” Daddy cut off, and Hannah felt the man crying, his arms tightening around them. “I’m so, so, sorry.”

Hannah found tears brimming in her eyes as she clung to the man, “It’s not your fault.” she said, “We are okay.”

“I was scared I’d never see you again,” Daddy said through his tears, the once robust and stoic front he presented crumbling away. 

Hannah could see the redness in his eyes; he had been crying well before this moment. He looked disheveled and wore the same clothes as when they left the boat. To Hannah, it didn’t look like he had slept a wink. She glanced back at Miss Kaylee, holding Ash and stepping up to them. “Why her?” she asked Daddy.

Daddy glanced at Miss Kaylee, blinking away tears, “I didn’t know anyone else here; I didn’t know who else to call. I couldn’t risk your mother recognizing me.”

Miss Kaylee lay a hand affectionately on Daddy’s shoulder, smiling to Hannah, “I didn’t realize you three were moving here. He called me in a panic, and I knew I couldn’t just leave him without support. I called the police and gave them your tracking IDs, but they said they would investigate the issue. Amazon officials don’t care if a kidnapping is just a Little.” she said with a shrug, “Then your Daddy said it was your ex-Mommy who had kidnapped you and any woman that was willing to hurt this sweet man, well, I knew I had to get back at her.” Miss Kaylee said with a grin.

Daddy turned to her, smiling, “Thank you, thank you so, so much.”

Miss Kaylee nodded, “Of course, happy to help.” 

Daddy glanced at Ash as if seeing her for the first time, “Who is this?” he asked, sniffling away the last of his tears.

“I’m Ash, sir.” Ash replied sheepishly, “I’m a Tweener; I was Emily’s babysitter.”

Daddy cocked his head to the side, studying her, his eyes going wide, “I recognize you!” he stated, “Good grief, what happened?”

Ash deflated, “My former boss decided I was acting too immature for my station.”

Daddy nodded. It wasn’t unheard of for Tweeners to be turned into Littles, but it was uncommon. “Well, I suppose you are welcome to stay until we find better accommodations.”

Ash nodded sheepishly, “Thank you, sir; I don’t think you will have to worry about me misbehaving after everything I’ve been through.”

Daddy chuckled, “Knowing my wife-” he trailed off, a distant look in his eyes, “Knowing Laura, I have no doubt.” he stated, turning towards the house, still holding Emily and Hannah.”

Inside, the house was cozy and thoughtfully designed, blending technology with comfort. The main living area was spacious, with soft plush couches and an interactive fireplace that provided warmth and lighting. Shelves filled with books and toys were scattered throughout, offering an inviting space for the girls to play or relax. The open-plan kitchen was simple yet elegant, with all the latest appliances tucked subtly behind wooden cabinets, blending seamlessly with the room’s natural tones. The girl’s nursery was cheerful and bright, decorated with whimsical patterns and soft, colorful furniture. There was a sturdy crib, as well as a cozy bed with railings, both made up with warm blankets and plenty of stuffed animals. Soft, color-changing lights ran along the ceiling, giving the room a soothing ambiance for bedtime. A small play area with swings, a sandbox, and a small vegetable garden sat in the backyard. 

As Hannah took in the tiny house, she felt her tummy grumble, and moments later, she felt her body pushing, filling the seat of her already-soaked diaper. She groaned, her hands fluttering to her tummy as Daddy looked down at her. Daddy’s hand was supporting Hannah’s rear, and he felt her accident. Daddy gave her a questioning look, “Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, laying her down on the couch and setting Emily beside her.

Hannah nodded sheepishly as he gathered the changing supplies and began changing her, “She did something to me; I can’t control myself.” she admitted.

Daddy looked concerned, nodding, “Well, thankfully, that isn’t much of a problem.” he glanced at Emily, “Did she do the same to you?”

Emily shook her head, “Thankfully, no, she was treating me like a toddler; she forced me to take charge of Hannah and wanted me to admit it was too much work.” 

Daddy sighed, his fingers cleaning Hannah up; she didn’t even mind being changed in the middle of the living room like this; she just wanted to be clean. “That woman loved her games. It’s more fun to force a Little to admit they are just a baby than to force it upon them; she lived for it.”

Moments later, Hannah was cleaned up and in a fresh diaper, still lacking any former clothes, although she was too distraught to care. Ash took Hannah’s spot, and Miss Kaylee laid her down for a change as well; Hannah was safely back in Daddies's arms.

“Thankfully, whatever she was feeding me will wear off.” Ash said, “I should return to my normal size with time.”

“Speaking of feeding, are you girls hungry?” Daddy asked.

Both Emily and Hannah nodded eagerly, “Yes, please.” Hannah said.

Daddy smiled, stepping into the kitchen and holding Hannah as he prepped lunch, getting them bottles and finger foods. “Did she breastfeed you two again?” Daddy asked.

Hannah blushed deeply, nodding sheepishly. “Only Hannah, this time,” Emily said, following Daddy into the kitchen.

Daddy nodded, “Hopefully, that serum stuff works magic and helps you recover quickly.”

“Recover?” Hannah asked cautiously. 

“With whatever she gave you to make you lose control,” Daddy said, poking a finger into Hannah’s already wet diaper, making her blush, “She probably added other fun tidbits, any muscle weakness? Loss of voice?”

“Yes!” Hannah squealed, squirming in Daddy’s arms as she was placed in a high chair at the table, “I’ve felt very weak, and I couldn’t speak at all yesterday.”

“I was afraid of that.” Daddy said with a sigh, placing some carrots, cheese, and crackers on Hannah’s tray, “You should be back to normal in a day or two.”

Hannah sighed. She wished it would happen sooner but was glad to be heading in the right direction. She scooped up a carrot and took a bite, immediately spitting it out; it had tasted beyond bitter, almost rotten. “Oh gosh, what the heck? I think these carrots are bad.”

Daddy gave them a curious look, picking one up and taking a cautious bite before finishing the mini-carrot. “Taste fine to me,” he said, glancing at Hannah, “Try a cracker.” 

Hannah did so, spitting it out as well, tasting a putrid, burned wheat flavor, “What’s going on?” she asked nervously as Daddy tried the cracker, not tasting anything off. 

“I was worried about this,” Daddy said softly as Miss Kaylee entered the room, holding a freshly changed Ash. “I think she gave you something to ensure you couldn’t get away for long.”

“What do you mean?” Hannah demanded, fear coursing through her veins as Ash was plopped in the last remaining high chair, dressed in only her diaper.

Daddy looked at Miss Kaylee, concerned, “You think she altered Hannah’s digestion?” Miss Kaylee asked.

“I don’t think so; I hope it's just her taste buds,” Daddy sighed.

“What are you two talking about?” Hannah demanded.

Miss Kaylee sighed, “Your mommy wanted to make sure that even if you somehow got away, you would be forced to return to her. She altered your taste buds so you can’t stand the taste of real food, forcing you only to be able to drink breastmilk.”

Hannah looked horrified, “You mean I will never be able to eat normal food again?”

“No, nothing that drastic, not without further treatments.” Miss Kaylee said, “It should wear off in a few days.”

“In a few days?!” Hannah demanded, “I can’t just not eat for a few days!”

“That’s the point.” Miss Kaylee said pointedly.

“You would survive, but it’d be miserable.” Daddy added, “I will not let you starve yourself.”

“And what do you plan on doing in the meantime?” Hannah laughed, shaking her head, “Are you going to start lactating and breastfeed me suddenly?” 

“He will not, but I will.” Miss Kaylee said with a smile. 

“You don’t have to; we may be able to force formula down,” Daddy said.

Hannah’s face had gone pale before blushing madly at the thought of being fed by this woman. “Let’s do the formula.” 

Daddy nodded, standing and making the bottle. “I already lactate, thankfully.” Miss Kaylee told Daddy, “I donate the milk for other mothers who can’t.” 

“That’s very kind of you, but I wouldn’t impose that upon you,” Daddy replied, setting the bottle down in front of Hannah.

“Oh please, it would be my pleasure!” Miss Kaylee smiled, “I’m sure it’d be better straight from the source versus stored and warmed back up.”

Hannah did her best to toon the two out with their disgusting conversation, not even wanting to think about it. She hoisted the bottle with two hands and took a drink, sour-tasting milk filling her mouth as she spat it out, coughing. 

Daddy and Miss Kaylee glanced at Hannah as she grimaced, wiping her chin, “Well, I guess that answers that question.” Daddy said with a sigh, cleaning Hannah up with a towel.

“Sorry,” Hannah muttered as Daddy worked.

Miss Kaylee looked concerned, “Do you want to try at least before you say no?” 

Hannah blushed, unable to meet the woman's eyes, “What about bonding or whatever it was?” she asked.

“Don’t have to worry about that; since I donate, I take hormones to prevent the secretion of the bonding agent. That way, I don’t accidentally bond any Littles.” Miss Kaylee said, sitting at the table, “It will probably not be as fun for you as your Mommy, but it’ll fill you up.”

Hannah sulked, clearly unhappy as her tummy grumbled hungrily. “I don’t want to,” she stated.

“Hannah, baby, I won’t let you starve.” Daddy said lovingly, running his fingers through her hair, “If it helps, we can have her pump, and I can feed you from a bottle.”

Hannah found that almost worse than just breastfeeding, her face contorting in disgust, “Isn’t there anything else? Please, don’t force me.” she said, pouting.

Daddy kissed Hannah’s head, “You can try more food or more formula, but formula was your best option if that didn’t work…” he trailed off, shaking his head.

Hannah stubbornly lifted the bottle again, taking the tiniest sip, the acrid milk making her eyes water as she forced it down. Hannah’s face contorted in disgust as she set the bottle down, her tummy churning in discomfort as the horrid mixture filled it. It would be genuinely awful being stuck drinking this stuff for the next few days, assuming she didn’t just immediately puke. Hannah felt herself growing green as she forced the bottle away, glancing at Miss Kaylee, sitting there with a look of concern.

Hannah hated the idea of being breastfed; she wasn’t an infant! At least here, however, it was an option for her rather than being forced upon her. She gave one more regretful look at the bottle before deflating, “Fine, I’ll give it a try.” she muttered.

Miss Kaylee nodded, pulling her shirt off, lifting Hannah from her high chair, and cradling her. Hannah was pulled to Miss Kaylee’s bosom, the woman's breasts still in her nursing bra. She smiled warmly down at Hannah as she pulled her breasts free, the warm, bulbous orbs dropping before Hannah, a milk-laden tit resting just before her lips. Despite her apprehension, as soon as Hannah caught a whiff of the milk, her mouth watered. She chalked it up to being whatever Mommy had fed her and found that she could control herself despite her desire. 

Hannah gingerly opened her mouth, accepting the tit, and began to nurse, her mouth filling with sweet, warm milk. This, thankfully, didn’t taste bad, and she found herself relaxing in Miss Kaylee’s arms. Miss Kaylee looked relieved, running her hand through Hannah’s hair.

A giggle sounded in Hannah’s head as she nursed, ‘Such a baby…’ Naomi said, ‘Even now, you choose to be a baby, just like you know you were always meant to be.’

End of Chapter 50