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You will want to read this story in order for it to make sense. As much as I don't wish to send readers away, I do want you to know that if diapers, bottles, and all that entails for babies doesn't interest you, this story most likely will not be for you. This work is set in the 'DiaperDimension' that was created by PrincessPottyPants on some of the ABDL boards. Several other authors have taken their own spins on the dimension and I encourage you to read them if you like this work! *************************************************** Chapter 7: Pyrrhic Victories *************************************************** MY FINALS ENDED and I went home to wait for my test scores to be posted online. Addy had driven away a couple hours before Dad had picked me up. Addy and I had made sure that we had a good sendoff for each other before we said goodbye. Fortunately for us it was only goodbye until two days before Christmas, when she was going to come pick me up to go to a company party her parents were hosting. Given my stature, and lack of facial hair now, I had gotten her promise that she'd stay with me the whole time except in bathrooms! I was quite nervous about finally meeting her parents! I had just finished setting my stuff down in my old bedroom, which hadn't changed at all in my absence, and walked down to find Dad sitting at the table drinking some coffee. "It's good to have you home Cameron," he told me. "Thanks Dad," I told him. "It's good to be here... It's kind of weird now." "Yeah, I remember coming back from college and feeling the same. I don't mind you going out and doing things if you want, but make sure you let me know where you're at?" "Sure," I told him. "There's one..." he sighed. "There's one place you might want to go, and you might not." "Where?" "Beth's at her parent's house." "Why didn't you say so?" I asked. "I have to go see her!" "I figured, but... Cameron..." he couldn't finish the story before I was already out the door and walking the few doors down to where she lived. I rang the doorbell and Beth's tall dad answered. "Umm... Hi Mr. Fehler, umm..." "Cameron, it's good to see you," he told me somewhat sadly. "Come in." I walked in and immediately knew that things were not good for Beth. Their kitchen now featured a Little's high chair - complete with all of the restraining straps that were never on a baby's. I felt my stomach drop at the thought of her being strapped in, unable to move her hands or feet... or head if he used that one... To my right I looked in the living room and saw all of the signs of a baby living there. A playpen, a swing, a walker, soft toys, and... well, it really looked like a baby, at most a year old, lived there now. Unfortunately, I knew it wasn't a real baby, it was instead one of my best friends. I looked up at him, "I'll let you see her... we should talk first Cameron," he told me. "But I know she would want to see you." I followed him to a pair of armchairs in his living room. I climbed up onto the tall chair and noticed a rattle sitting wedged in the cushion. I ignored it and looked at him. "Cameron, I want you to first of all know that Beth considered you her best friend... and maybe more than that growing up. I think her mother and I always hoped the two of you would get together and get married someday... you were good for each other," the tall man told me. "I know," I told him. "I don't know that I realized it though until she came to say goodbye to me..." "I think she figured it was probably a true goodbye Cameron. And, in a way, it probably was..." There was a sadness in his voice that spoke of him being broken-hearted about whatever had happened next. "My dad said you were trying to re- adopt her... obviously that worked?" "I knew when Beth went to college that there was a good chance that she would end up demeriting out and getting adopted. Honestly, when you have a Little as a child... well, you have to accept that's probably their future. It's not fair, it's not right... but it's the way the world tends to work. Most Littles tend to come from parents that are the same, so there's really no chance they can interfere. When she let me know she was going to student services, I immediately started to fight for her to come back home. The problem though is the iron clad student contract that a Little signs when they go to school at Emerson. As soon as you go to Emerson, if you're under seventy-two inches tall, you have to sign a power of attorney and consent form that makes the university your legal guardian. It supersedes any blood relationship... even for the child of a Big." My gut twisted in knots over it, "But you got her back... how?" He sighed, "I fought with my lawyers at my side for two months Cameron. She stayed in a special ward at the university during that time, while they were also seeking out other options for her adoption. In the end it was a woman who was about thirty, and an alumnus of Emerson, that had... paid the 'application fees' for her adoption with a 'donation.' I managed to tie things up though to where we were brought in before a judge for mediation. It was... it was the first time I'd seen Beth..." He honestly seemed heartbroken and I knew things had to be bad. "She ran to me and gave me a hug before they ripped her away and sat her down in a high chair, and stuffed a locking pacifier into her mouth. We both made our cases for a long while, and the Judge finally said, 'The university agreed that she would have a choice when she committed herself to the student placement services, correct?' The university's lawyer answered in the affirmative, even as the woman was told to be quiet because she was sure she should be hers!" I sat there, wondering had come next, I suspected it was probably the worst. "The Judge considered some documents and said, 'take that gag out of the girls' mouth.' Young Lady, make sure you understand if you can't be at least be a little bit mature and quiet right now, I'll make this decision completely for you. The way I see it I think you should have a choice, but we also have to acknowledge that you recognized you have a growing case of Maturosis, and going back and becoming your father's big girl again isn't in the cards now, is it?' "'She meekly said 'no ma'am,' and asked, 'What is my choice?'" "'Hmm, well, if you go with the nice lady over there, she'll do a nice job of re-raising and supporting you the way you need, and she can start off with you exactly the way you are. She'll be in charge and you're her baby forever.'" I watched her dad wipe a tear away, "She continued though, and said, 'I'm willing to consider though that your daddy loves you very much - so much so that he's gone through a lot of time and effort over this case to prove that he is by far the best person to care for you. But, again, with your case of Maturosis, you can't be a big girl, can you?'" I couldn't help but think that was the second time she'd said that phrase, and felt my gut twist as I could just see a diaper sticking out of a package to the side of the playpen that was probably tall enough to contain me. "My little girl answered her respectfully though, 'No, Your Honor?' 'Right then,' she'd said, and she lined out that she could come home with me, but only if she agreed to be regressed to having no potty training, only able to crawl, and have her teeth replaced with a gum implant so she could only have a liquid and pureed diet, and have a tongue procedure to reduce her diction. She insisted it was so neither of us would be tempted to just pretend she was a big girl... At that moment I wanted her with all of my might to choose the woman - since she might not have all of those things done to her!" I looked at him, "She chose her daddy though," I said softly. "She chose me," he nodded. "She can still think and talk though?" I asked. He shrugged, "When she chooses to? Honestly Cameron, it hit her hard... Her mom wasn't here when she came home either, which didn't help." "Where is she?" He sighed, "We got a divorce in the hopes it would help me regain custody without her. Many would consider her 'tweener mother to be a negative influence that led to her Maturosis... It's amicable, but she can't be here and has no visitation rights allowed per the agreement with the judge." I sat there in stunned silence before finally asking, "May I please see her now?" "Sure, she should just be waking up from her nap. Why don't I go up and change her, then I'll bring her down so you can talk...?" I watched him walk up the stairs and felt my gut twist and waited for him to bring her down. I heard an odd sound as there was a high-pitched laughing and giggling baby upstairs... I was glad that she was at least smiling as he brought her down and said, "Why don't you sit with Lizzie on her blankie? I'll give you two some privacy," he told me as he sat her down. I climbed off of the chair and walked over to join her. Beth was dressed in a short dress with a snapped onesie attachment. A pacifier was bobbing in her mouth. "Am...Am!" she said to me. She tried rocking forward to her hands to push herself to a standing position, but fell forward. I caught her and helped her sit back as she grabbed onto me and hugged me. We were both crying then. "Oh Beth..." I said sadly. "I'm so sorry." She squeezed me though and pushed away, letting her pacifier drop from her mouth. "Is okay," she told me. "Daddy bes home." She couldn't get her 't's' out anymore unfortunately without her teeth, but I was glad she could at least communicate still. "You're really okay?" I asked her. "Yeth," she smiled. "No wi mean wady, wi Daddy. Would be way worse..." I nodded. "He's being nice about it?" "Hurs him more an me," she told me. "Diapees no all ba..." "Daycare?" I asked, knowing he worked. She blushed, "I jus pren complee baby." I nodded. "That's probably smart." I had been terrified that Beth was a mindless shell of herself, but clearly her dad had refused to force her to regress any more than the judge had already done. 'She was probably right in some ways...' I grimaced at the thought, 'her dad would have let her earn her panties back and freed her within a year.' It was possible to free a little you had adopted, but the steps and paperwork were vast. There was a complete legal definition of the steps you needed to prove a Little could handle in order to grant them an emancipation. Among those steps was that you had to demonstrate the Little could care for themselves and function on their own. With Beth unable to walk, use the potty, or even eat real food... well she was stuck. We talked for a little bit more before I gave her a hug and left to go back home to have dinner with my dad. On my way out I held my hand out to Mr. Fehler, "Thank you for saving her... I hate what the judge did to her, but at least I know you love her and will always take good care of her. You did everything you could," I told him sincerely. "Thank you, Cameron. She talked more to you than she has to me in the entire time she's been home..." he told me. He looked to be nervously wrestling with something. "Look, I don't have a problem if you come by and drop a present appropriate for under a year-old baby off at Christmas, and maybe come say bye to her before school, but it would be a bad idea for her, and you, to come here on a regular basis..." He nodded up to where I suddenly realized an industrial security camera sat watching the living room. I grimaced, hoping our conversation didn't get them in trouble, but just said, "Yes, sir, I'll respect your wishes..." I sighed, feeling vomit as I said it. "I know she's not my adult friend anymore..." He squeezed my hand again and I headed back home to my house deep in thought. 'The damn judge ordered them monitored too?' I walked through the door and could see dad was putting something back in the oven. "Cam?" He asked. "Yeah Dad, I'm back." "You... okay?" he turned towards me. I sighed. "I guess. What the judge did to her..." "Sucks," he said. "Yeah... I mean at least she's with her dad who's not going to treat her like some doll to find new ways to torment. But it's all bullshit!" He nodded. "I can't tell you how grateful I was when you grew that bit before you graduated. By now that probably would have been your fate too..." I nodded. "Yeah, two stupid inches is all that separates us." "Well... more than that now..." I looked up at him. "Huh?" "Have you actually measured yourself this semester? They say guys may not finish growing until they're twenty. Clearly that's true with you." "No?" "Look dinner needs a few more minutes in the oven, why don't we go put another mark on the wall?" I curiously followed him up to the wall we had started when I was a baby and we moved into the house. The first mark was '14 months', and we'd marked at least a few times each year where I was. There were a lot of shorter marks! I took off my shoes and stood against the wall and let him lean down and mark where my head reached. I couldn't help but notice that distance wasn't the same as in the spring. He had a tape measure in his hand and ran it from the bottom up. "Seventy-seven inches," he said, You're almost six-and-a-half-feet tall!" "I hadn't even noticed I'd grown..." "I did, can't you see your pants are shorter?" "Well, we bought them long... but no... I hadn't paid attention." "How about tomorrow we go buy some new pants for you? And didn't you say this Addy was picking you up to go to a party in a week or so? Probably need a new suit too?" I nodded. "Sounds great Dad," I told him. I was genuinely smiling about the fact I was now further over the line of safety in height. No one would be able to just 'adopt' me off of the street now. Everything for someone like me had to go through the courts, unless something like ending up in Wenig Hall with the university forced me to sign away my rights. Dad walked off to go pull dinner out and I examined the wall one more time. After age seven another set of initials had an occasional mark. I couldn't help but run my fingers over the B.F. initials from last year. Beth had been at my house and seen it was still there, insisting on another set of marks for both of us... Thanks to the bitch of a judge, she would never again stand tall like that on her own. "This sucks!" **************************** Chapter 8: Plus One **************************** I HAD A total of six weeks off for my holiday break, and began my first full day at home by just enjoying sleeping in! Dad knocked on my door just before lunch and got me out to go shopping with him at the local mall. I found several pairs of new jeans and some shirts at a large chain store, before heading to a shop that specialized in Mid and Little dress apparel. Since I was probably really about done growing, Dad paid for a nicer suit and had it altered to fit me perfectly. The tailor pointed out there were three inches of extra material in the legs he could let out down the road if I needed it though. We'd also found a couple of new dress shirts and ties to go with it for when I needed to dress up around Addy. As much as I knew it set Dad back a bit, he was encouraging my relationship with her and knew that I would need some nicer clothes to date her. We found some cool new shoes while we were out as well. I hated being in my hometown at that point though! Since I had been short of the mark until the last month of school, almost all of my friends growing up had been Littles. It seemed like every time we went inside a store, I would see another friend being pushed in a stroller, pulled along with some cutesy monkey backpack leash, or held in an infant carrier on some Big woman's chest. Most of them looked miserable and embarrassed to see me. The worst was when a Big from my grade, Kristin, saw me and said, "Cameron! Wow, what a big boy you've become!" She was a bitch in high school, and I would have just ignored her, but she deliberately came over to us pushing a stroller that I figured out contained another good friend of mine, Tyler. He wasn't dressed as a 'he' though, instead it took me way too long to recognize him with the pigtails and short dress proudly displaying a yellowed diaper. One of those stupid locking pacifiers was stuffed in his mouth with drool dripping on one side down his face onto a waiting bandana bib, and I could see scars on his legs that told me he was at least as bad off as Beth. "Hi Kristin..." I said politely and looked down at Tyler. "Hi Ty." "Oh, it's not Tyler anymore, it's Trinity! When I adopted him, Tyler just didn't work anymore with her new apparel. We just had everything fixed up for her to be a good girl last week!" He looked miserable. "Oh... well..." I stammered, and then something snapped. "I'm sorry Tyler that you got stuck with this bitch. I can't do anything for you right now," I looked up at her. "but I hope she gets her due in time somehow." She went to grab my arm, but my dad was beside me and said, "Miss, we're not littles, and if you don't behave yourself and walk away, we'll have to call the police." "Watch yourself brat," she said to me. Dad and I walked the opposite direction from her. "Cam, you can't go off like that..." "Sorry, I..." "I know... stupid Amazons..." he said for me. "Yeah," I said. I spent the next week pretty much only hanging out at home, playing video games, since I had no desire to run into more former classmates. During that time, I received my final grades for the semester, and was quite proud to have ended up with nothing less than a ninety-eight in any of my classes! I began my college years with an email congratulating me on my Dean's High Honors List award for the semester. I also spent time texting Meg, Laura, and Stacy about what they were up to. Stacy obviously wasn't going home for the holidays, but mentioned she was working on some sort of big project. Ever since she had saved her 'sister' and herself from that insanity with being kidnapped, she'd been pretty driven to work on something. She had asked me some random technical chemistry questions a few times because she knew I was good at it. Meg and Laura both ended up at home with their parents, and Meg mentioned it was a relief to get away from the diapers and their horrible Nest Mothers. Meg had been having more and more problems with making it to the bathroom, so she said she was doing her own potty- training boot camp while she was at home. Laura didn't mention anything about it, so I figured she was probably still going through training pants fairly regularly... A week before Christmas I was dressed up in my new suit, pressed red shirt, matching tie, and dress shoes that gave me a three-inch lift that was concealed cleverly by the polished black shoes. When Dad and I had seen the quality and cleverness in how well concealed the lifts were, we both got a pair! When Addy arrived in her awesome car, I could see a couple neighbors staring as I greeted her. I noticed she hadn't worn heels - I guessed it was an attempt to not be any taller than me than she already was. She was dressed in a stunning red dress that matched my shirt pretty closely. She gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the lips, before I said, "Come in and meet my dad really quick?" "I'd love to!" She said to me. I led her to the front door and held it open while she ducked and walked inside. Our house was sized for Bigs for my mom, but it was older and the door frames were shorter than the newer standards. The ceiling in the living room was thankfully tall enough for her to stand comfortably, and I introduced her to my dad. "Dad, this is Addison Harris," I smiled. "Addison, this is my dad, Roger Sylvester." My dad held his hand up to her. "Please call me Roger, it's a pleasure to finally meet you!" She smiled down at him. "Same for me!" We made some small talk for a couple minutes before Dad embarrassed me. "Any chance I can get a picture of the two you?" "Dad..." I hissed. Addy just laughed. "Sure Mr. Sylvester." We sat down on the couch where I sat next to her and she put her arm around me. I managed to turn the glare into a smile before pulling Addy's hand. "Let's go before my dad decides to do anything else..." She laughed. "I'll have him back before midnight." "Have fun," Dad said. "Ugh..." I complained when she began backing out. She laughed. "I thought it was cute. Your dad just wanted to have a memory of us together. Nothing wrong with that." I rolled my eyes but said, "I guess." As we passed Beth's house, I saw her being carried in just a onesie and a diaper back inside from their car by her dad. It looked like she was asleep as she sucked on a pacifier. I'd caught a couple other glances of her, but per her dad's wishes avoided going to their house. I'd ordered a more advanced shape sorting toy for her that was made for Littles... and listed as being appropriate twelve-months plus. I was hoping that he'd be okay with her having something that was more complex. Of course, the pieces would still be too big to fit in her mouth per safety guidelines..." "Who was that?" Addy asked, being way too perceptive. "You remember my friend Beth?" She nodded. "She was the one you were really close to, right?" "Yeah... she was close to demeriting out and gave herself up to Student Services instead. Her dad fought to be able to readopt him himself." "Well, at least she's with her own daddy?" I shook my head. "Yeah, but in order for her to go home with her dad, the court ordered a bunch of things done to her to prevent him from letting her grow up ever again..." "Oh..." "I went and saw her the day I got back. She's still in there... but..." "But I can see why that would be hard," she said and reached a hand over to squeeze my shoulder. We drove a bit in silence before she said, "Look, I need to warn you a bit about my parents' company..." "That they cater to studying products to be used on adopted Littles?" I said looking at her. "Well, I'm not surprised you know that... Yeah, our company tests products for everyone to be used with Littles. I'm... I'm personally not proud of it - I definitely hate some of the things that are done to Littles. And... I know you are short enough that you've been through some of it I'd guess growing up. I didn't want you walking in there without at least a warning. My parents will not approve of us dating, and I'm sure my mom will especially try and get you riled up a bit." I looked up at her. "Then why'd you invite me?" "Because I'm dating you, I love you, and I couldn't give a damn about them." She smiled as she said that. "Thanks," I told her. "I don't understand why, but thank you." We drove for a while before coming to the nicest hotel in the city. It cost a fortune to stay there a single night, and I knew that they had a large ballroom that most of the city's biggest formal events were held inside. She pulled up to a red carpeted entrance and both of our doors were opened by valet attendants. The man who opened my door gave me a shocked look, before saying. "Welcome," to me. Addy came around to my side of the car and said, "Well, shall we?" "Sure," I told her. I was glad that she wasn't wanting me to hold her hand since that would mean reaching up. Walking beside her I was going to have the best chance of appearing to be a partner... rather than... yeah. We walked through the entrance way and down the hallway to the ballroom where someone stood checking invitations. "Oh, good evening Ms. Harris! It's so good to see you!" "It's nice to see you too," she greeted the young woman at the door. "My father's treating you well?" "It's great being his assistant," she told her with what I felt was genuine enthusiasm. She looked back down. "This said there's a plus one?" "Hi," I told her. She looked down at me in surprise and instantly knelt down. "Addy, why didn't you tell me you adopted!!! He's adorable!" Addy to my annoyance laughed, but swatted her hands away. "He's not my Little, he's my boyfriend." "Whaa???" She did this weird fish staring thing going back and forth between us. "Does your father know...?" I looked up at Addy, kind of curious for that answer. "He will soon, won't he..." She smiled. "Umm... well... good luck?" she told her. "Come on Cameron, let's get meeting my parents out of the way." We walked together into the room and I could see a very tall woman and man standing near the entrance greeting guests. It was quite the resemblance from Addy to her mom, but I had already memorized their pictures from online articles. Mrs. Harris was by far the tallest of the giants in the room! It was like she had been born to be a CEO with the very presence her confident body language gave off in a stunning sparkly silver dress. Her hair was a vivid red that Addy had already said was from a salon treatment. Her eyes fell on Addy, and she began making her way over to us, pulling along her husband. Mr. Harris was a little shorter than Addy, so again pretty much one of the tallest giants in the room! He was balding from what I could see, while the sides of his hair had turned a very respectable gray. As they approached, I saw her mom looking for her plus one, before settling her eyes on me. "Plus one? Addison you know Littles have to be dropped off at the daycare..." Addy put her hand on my shoulder to reassure me. "He's not a Little, Mom, this is Cameron, my boyfriend." "You're wha?!?" Her mom turned a vicious shade of red in her face, and it was clear she was not a happy person. "Pleased to meet you, I'm Ryan Harris, Addy's dad," he spoke over and leaned over to shake my hand. "Normally it's good practice to meet the boyfriend before you declare him as such?" Her dad said to Addy with a smirk in his voice. He apparently wasn't too bothered by it. Her mom on the other hand. "Addison, this is not acceptable," she told her in that whispered voice every mother has that lets you know you're about to get your butt blistered as a child. "Mom, he's not a Little. He is in fact a Mid, and the sweetest guy I've ever met. You liked my grades, right?" Her mom continued glaring. "He's the reason I did so well this semester. He's brilliant!" "Aubry, please, we can talk about this later. Your outrage is going to bring more stares than they're being a couple...?" She looked around and it brought my eyes around to see he was correct. "You're right dear," she told him. "Addison Elizabeth Harris, we will be discussing this at home tonight!" she told her in a low voice and then turned to walk to the other side of the room dragging her husband in tow. "Well, that went well sis!" I looked up and saw a much shorter copy of Addy, but with blonde hair. "Hi, I'm Danica," she told me with a smile bending down to shake my hand. She then touched my nose lightly. "He's a cutie Addy," she told her. "Thanks..." I found myself saying, along with Addy, while rolling my eyes. "So why don't we go find a quiet corner so that you two can tell your baby sis all about you dating? This sounds juicy enough to make mom forget about the detention I got last week!" "What did you do?" Addy asked as we followed her sister across the room. "Carly, I think I've told you about her... she was being a total witch to that Little girl Jilly who's in our grade about an accident she had. I know I saw Carly drop something in her drink when she wasn't looking..." "So, what did you do?" "I might have borrowed some of the experimental potty-b-gone powder from the lab..." "You didn't?" Addy said, with a smile. "Of course, I didn't... I would never do anything like that. I'm Mommy's little angel..." she smiled but it faltered. "well I was until Matty came along." "Trust me, you're still the angel," she told her. "So, what happened to Carly?" "Well let's just say that she went to see the principal and received a new uniform for school." "How'd you get busted?" I found myself asking. I could appreciate a giant who wanted to help instead of joining in on the fun. "I didn't technically, but they think I did it. Since they can't prove I did it, I've just got detention for a month." She squirmed a bit. "If they could have proved it the principal said they would have enforced the same uniform on me." "Worth the consequences?" Addy asked. "For her, yes! She had it coming!" We had come to a tall table with three chairs away from everyone at the edge of the ballroom. "Why don't we all sit down though, my big sis hasn't told me you're a Mid. All she told me was just that she fell in love with the most gorgeous guy who's really smart...?" We were there for about a half-hour talking with her sister. Addy explained to both of us she figured if the explosion was going to happen it was better to just get it out of the way in public rather than her mom trying to cover it up. I was a little annoyed, but at the same time could completely understand. I was half her size... I knew it would look awkward to the Bigs... and I knew it looked awkward to the Littles, some of whom like Beth were not that much smaller than me. Eventually an announcement was made that dinner would be served, and we went to go sit down with her parents. Another couple was introduced as Desiree Fields and her husband Trent Fields. Both were Bigs, but Desiree was only about ten feet tall, and her husband Trent was just nine-feet tall. I was more than slightly surprised that there would be someone else so short at the family table, but it turned out Desiree was Mrs. Harris personal assistant and it was obvious she felt an obligation to her at this party to be a good host and thank her. We were seated at a circular table with Mr. and Mrs. Harris sitting together, with Desiree to Mrs. Harris side, then her husband, then me, Addy, and Danica wrapped it back around. A small discrete cushion had been found by the wait staff and helped prop me up to where I could put my hands comfortably on the table with my seat scooted in by one of them. The seating arrangements guaranteed that Addy's mom was looking straight at Addy and I the whole time! "Well... Cameron, is it?" she asked, when I nodded, she continued. "What is it you hope to do with your life for a career? Your short stature will surely limit your possibilities?" I shrugged. "I'm currently a chemistry major Ma'am. My plan is to apply to law school though once I complete my degree." "My, that's ambitious. Why not poly sci, or economics for your major if you want to be pre-law though?" It took a great deal of effort, but I smiled in spite of her withering look. "Those are the traditional routes, but I don't want to just be any attorney - I want to focus on patent law or industrial trade law, I think. Having a degree in chemistry means I can understand all of the science behind the lawsuits without having to call a separate expert all of the time. My grandfather suggested it would also stand out more when I apply to law school." "Interesting," she said. "How do you think your short stature will affect you in court?" "I'm not a Little, so it shouldn't affect me at all. Even then, there are Little attorneys. Emerson has Professor Marshall for instance." "Doesn't he wear diapers though?" I shrugged. "From what I understand he was kidnapped years ago and due to his mistreatment never was able to fully potty train again." "And just when was the last time you wore a diaper young man?" she asked pointedly. "Mother!" Addy and Danica hissed in stereo. I watched her husband put his hand on her arm, but she swiped it away. "Honestly ma'am, it was when I was thirteen and every kid under seventy- two inches in the school got stuck in diapers for six-weeks because a Big decided to spike the food for our lunch with something that made us all lose control - even some larger Bigs ended up diapered though after that. I was lucky that I must have gotten a small dose, because I was fine within a couple weeks. Another friend of mine..." I couldn't help but picture Tyler, "had about six-months of hard work to get over it. Most of our classmates did, but a few never regained their control," I told her honestly. I paused and debated, but decided 'what the hell?' "Look Mrs. Harris, I know that Addy and my relationship isn't one you would traditionally see. My own mother was ten-feet-tall though, and my dad is only eight- feet, so I grew up without that difference seeming like a huge deal. I know Addison is twice my height, and I know I look a lot like I could be a Little at first glance. I am legally five inches past that designation though, and I love your daughter. She's smart, she's kind, she's beautiful, and she's... she's crazy enough to like me for who I am. I don't know what I can do to bring you around, but I promise I love your daughter. As long as we are together, we will be partners in helping each other out." She glared at me enough that I feared she would give into her Big instincts, stand up, pick me up, pull my pants down, spank me until I had an accident, and then be off to diapers for the rest of my life. Something in her fa?ade cracked though, and I soon saw something of a grin or a grimace. "Well, I don't approve, but I do admire your chutzpah. Don't hurt my daughter," she warned me. Then added, "And keep in mind if you do ever make it far enough that a marriage is in the cards, there will be a prenup!" "I wouldn't have it any other way ma'am," I told her with a smile. She gave me another withering glare, but food began arriving and everyone became distracted. It was a really good meal in all honesty! At one point her mother walked to a podium to speak, and Addy leaned over. "I'm both sure that you're insane, and proud of you for standing up to my mother like that." I smiled and enjoyed the short kiss she leaned over and gave me. Her mother thankfully didn't see that, but her dad did and clearly wasn't sure how he felt about it. The evening never really got away from... awkward. There was some dancing after dinner, but it felt like I was a little kid dancing with an adult during slow songs, so we only danced to fast ones. I hated being considered 'cute,' and had too many of those comments throughout the night. I decided in the end her dad was okay, her baby sister was pretty cool, and her mom... well she was the CEO of a huge company that made it their business helping to exploit Littles... and it showed! When she dropped me off at my house later that night she said, "You know Cameron, it is unusual us being together, but I love you for you so much I don't care about your size." "As I love you," I told her. We kissed on my front porch for a long while before she said, "I'd invite you to our New Year's party at my house, but I think we should let my mom slowly get used to the idea of us dating rather than immediately antagonizing her again." I laughed. "That's fine, I think I need to find some stilts to dance better with you!" She smirked. "I could just hold you while we're dancing slow songs." "I don't mind the idea of being held by you," I told her honestly. "but I think that would be a sign of weakness around your mom." She sighed. "Yes, you're right." "I'll see you in a few weeks," I told her with a smile and a hug. "See you then," she told me. I watched her drive off like the crazy girl she was in her sports car before I walked back inside my house. Dad had stayed up and wanted a recap. We drained a pot of coffee talking together that night before finally heading to bed. **************************** Chapter 9: Bells **************************** ON CHRISTMAS EVE my mom's parents were supposed to arrive to stay with us for the holiday. Mom had been the second youngest of their four kids. When she died, it became a tradition for them to come and stay with us at Christmas, and celebrate while looking after us on that tough holiday. At times it had been with my aunt and uncles coming with my cousins too, but this year they were all away on opposite sides of the country with new grandkids for the older two, and a job my youngest uncle couldn't leave that year. I always had mixed feelings when they arrived! I loved them both, but Grandma Suzy had never seen me as amounting to anything other than her adorable baby grandson who would never grow up. Only last year we'd gone out as a family for dinner and they'd insisted on driving. She had opened up the back door and insisted that I ride in a rear-facing car seat she installed! Presents of babyish clothes, stuffed animals, and even a stroller one year, made me dread her visits. Grandma was even taller than mom had been, being about eleven-and-a-half feet tall, and she was what I would call a 'typical Amazon.' If it weren't for Dad doing well in his career, I wouldn't have been surprised to see her having adopted both of us after Mom died. Any time she visited, which fortunately was mainly only at Christmas, I could depend on being picked up as soon as she walked in the door, and carried around like a doll for most of her visit. Grandpa Frank was a few inches over ten-feet tall, but a lot more reasonable about my size. He would always try and run interference for me, and I did my best to stay closer to him so she wouldn't feel the need to constantly hold me. He was pretty good about saying. "Now Suzy, Cameron isn't a baby or a Little..." Last year she'd argued back that I still hadn't passed the six-foot mark, so I was a Little. That afternoon we'd been shopping and Dad had to talk her down from buying me at least some Pull-Ups to protect the rental car... Strangely, in spite of that I couldn't help but love them though, so that was why I didn't tell Grandma to just get lost. There had always been something about when she held me that made me feel safe... and honestly really reminded me of my mom who I still missed! I had seen pictures of Mom when she was younger, and compared them with Grandma; other than her darker hair, Mom had been like a miniature version of Grandma. She even had the same eyes that I remembered my mom had. Dad had always insisted on the house being absolutely spotless before they came, so we'd spent a week deep cleaning every room in the house. I'd tossed a bunch of old clothes and childhood toys from my room on our run to the dump this past week. It had driven me crazy as a young kid when Dad went psycho for the pre-visit cleaning! As I got older though, I realized that as a Mid himself, he was worried Grandma would make a case that he wasn't mature enough to take care of me - or himself - and force me... or both of us to go with her so she could properly 'take care of us.' Fortunately for both of us that had never happened, but I understood his caution more in the last couple years! It was afternoon and they had called to say they were just boarding the plane to come. "Dad, I'm going to run Beth's present over to her house..." He looked up from the plate he was washing in the sink. "You sure that's a good idea? I mean I know you bought something that should be considered appropriate..." I looked at him and said, "I have to at least tell her Merry Christmas, Dad..." "You sure it's Addison that you're in love with?" "Dad..." I sighed. "If Beth had crossed the finish line... Yeah, I probably would have wanted to go out with her at some point. But she's always been my best friend more than anything else. It really hurt when she disappeared. I understand her dad is worried about being watched, but I'm just being a good friend and bringing a present for the baby..." He turned and gave me a hug. "I'm sorry Cam, I hate that this world is like this. Go take care of that, but don't overstay your welcome. I need you back in an hour at the most." "Sure," I told him and grabbed my coat to walk over to her house. A couple of inches of snow had fallen a couple days ago, but mostly melted. You could see little piles in the shadows though, and the icicles dripping water from Beth's house were probably as doomed as she had been in life. I rang the doorbell, and waited a minute. Beth's dad was holding her on his hip. "Oh, hi Cameron." "Hi Mr. Fehler. You had mentioned it would be okay to give a gift to Beth for Christmas?" He bounced her up and down, and it was then that I noticed she was wearing only a pink sweatshirt with a unicorn on it, and a spotless diaper that must have just been changed. The sweatshirt looked like it had gone ten-rounds with a couple of different colored jars of baby food though. "Come on in Cameron. Beth, can you say 'Hi' to Cameron?" She blushed and leaned into her dad in an odd, almost uncoordinated way. "Hi Am" she still couldn't seem to get a 'C' sound out of her mouth. I suspected they had done something else to her tongue while they'd been working on her teeth... "Hi Beth," I told her. "Merry Christmas!" I said as Mr. Fehler sat her down on the ground sitting up. She plopped forward and managed to crawl over to me. I reached down and gave her a hug, sat down, and pulled her onto my lap. With my growth spurt I had a head's height on her and put my chin on her head. "Erry Ismas," she said to me. "How has your break been?" Her dad asked me as he gave me a head nod towards the camera that I took that as meaning I needed to be careful. "It's been good, my grandparents are coming in here shortly, so I thought I would just drop off Beth's present." "You had a good sense of timing, I just finished feeding Lizzie her nummy lunch." He sighed. "Of course she didn't seem to appreciate it," he motioned to her front. I looked at the kitchen table and could see a jar of peas, another of carrots, and some mac and cheese concoction sitting with their lids on, but a little still in each. I felt my stomach tie itself in knots as I considered being forced to eat baby food for the rest of my life like she was. "I can see that," I told him. "Beth has always been a bit of a messy eater though, hasn't she?" I tickled her side for the cameras and was rewarded with giggling. I hugged her again. "Well, she needs to get her nap in now," he said. "No Ap!" She told her dad with a whine. "How about Cameron feeds you your bottle?" he suggested diplomatically. She looked up at me with eyes that clearly didn't know what she wanted to do. I could see the embarrassment by the red of her cheeks, but there was a look of longing too that I felt was asking me to. "Pease?" she asked me quietly. "Sure," I told him. A few moments later he handed me the bottle and picked her up and I followed them upstairs to her room... 'Not room...' I admitted, 'Nursery...' I looked down at the baby bottle in my hands and felt like I was holding a grenade. It wasn't one like we had when we were babies, this was one for a Bigs' toddler. It was like a liter bottle of coke. The nipple was large and would certainly even fill my own mouth quite easily. I blushed at holding it, but knew I had to be a 'Big' in my behavior and not think of it as a big deal. The door had her babyish name of 'Lizzie' that she hated as a teenager on it in carved baby blocks. The nursery was covered in unicorns, which was actually not that different from when she'd been a teenager. She'd always been obsessed with collecting glass unicorns, but there were only plushy ones now. "Why don't you sit down in the rocking chair and I'll hand her to you?" I climbed up. She wasn't that much smaller than me, but she was skinnier. He draped her over my lap and I was able to use the arms of the chair to help support her. I looked at her beautiful face that opened and showed me the smile with no teeth remaining. It was like a horror movie knowing the depression and everything she must be going through. I hesitated as I brought the bottle to her mouth, but pushed the nipple inside and held it for her. She placed her hands on-top of mine, and sucked what I assumed was formula from the bottle. We looked into each other's eyes while she nursed it and I watched liquid and bubbles travel through the bottle. Mr. Fehler disappeared for a few minutes and she pushed the bottle away. "Am you no ome ba, dan," she struggled, "danjuh." "Beth..." I complained. "No, no mo," she said and pulled the bottle back into her mouth. Tears were running down her face as she drank and I felt her diaper warm on my leg. When the bottle was empty her dad had reappeared, picked her up, burped her gently, and then placed her sleepily into the crib after checking her diaper. He nodded for me to follow him. He walked with me outside. "Cameron, you really can't come back here... She's got a case worker that reviews the video. She saw you in the film the other day, and I have a feeling if you reappear too many more times, she's going to declare you..." I sighed. "I guess that doesn't surprise me sir. Look, take care of her please... but if you ever get a chance to undo..." "Believe me, I know Cameron... I never wanted anything but her to grow up and have a happy life." I sighed. "Thank you... as bad as everything is for her, at least she's loved. If you're still living here next year maybe I can swing by for Christmas again?" He nodded. "The heat might be off by then." He told me as he held out his hand. I shook it and walked back home in a fouler mood than I had hoped I'd be in. I barely acknowledged Dad's greeting as I walked back upstairs to my room and sat down at my computer. My phone dinged and I saw a message from Addy. I ended up chatting with her via video for a half-hour before Dad said, "Cam, your grandparents are leaving the airport now." "Thanks," I told him and looked back at Addy on the screen. "Cam?" she asked with a smile. I blushed. "It was his nickname for me growing up." "Hmm... Okay Cam, sounds like you need to go," she smiled. I groaned and stuck my tongue out at her. "You're right. Love you, I'll talk to you tomorrow sometime." "See you then," she told me with a smile. "Love you too!" I cut the connection and walked downstairs to the living room. Dad and I sat for fifteen minutes before a large SUV pulled in behind his car. I took a deep breath before stepping outside to greet my grandparents. Grandma was the first out of the car and greeted Dad first since he was in front. "Roger, it's good to see you!" She wrapped him in a tight hug straight into her breasts. "You too Suzy," he said awkwardly. I looked up at her as she walked towards me. "And who are you? You can't be my little Cameron? Your dad said you had shot up a few inches and he wasn't kidding!" She picked me up like I still a toddler and hugged me tight before kissing me on my forehead. "It's so good to see you Cameron," she told me. "You too Grandma," I told her. I hoped I was getting heavy enough she wouldn't carry me inside, but a few inches just weren't enough for that. My head still only came up to the belt that held her slacks up, and she was able to easily carry me just like I was a little kid. After everything that day I wasn't overly fond of this arrangement. "Grandma why don't you put me down so I can help Grandpa with your luggage?" "Hmm... I guess you are getting to be a big boy after all, aren't you?" She kissed me on my nose and did place me down on my feet. I walked back to where he was unloading the suitcases and was enveloped in a hug from him. "It's good to see you Grandpa," I told him with a smile. "You too Cameron," he said and squeezed me tight. "You really have done some growing up this year, haven't you?" I shrugged. "Almost six-and-half-feet tall now, not that big compared to you and Grandma." "No, but I was worried you'd never cross the Little line," he told me with a smile. I grimaced. "I was too..." They had three large suitcases that were at my chin height standing on their wheels. There were also a couple more carry-on bags that were more reasonable that he said, "Why don't you grab those, I'll grab these two, your dad can grab that one, and your Grandma can grab her makeup bag there..." I nodded and pulled the two smaller suitcases up the porch, and into the house. It was a bit more daunting to carry them up the stairs to our guest bedroom, but I managed to just do it, even though I was nearly sweating and dropping them by the time I reached the top. Meanwhile Grandpa and Dad carried the other ones like they were nothing! I let them begin unpacking and walked down to my room to grab my tablet. I looked around my room for a moment before going downstairs to sit down on the couch in the living room. I had a novel I'd started reading the day before and figured I'd wait for them to finish unpacking before we had the dinner that Dad had started working on earlier. It wasn't too long before Grandma was back down and sat on the couch next to me. Given it was a couch meant for a Big she had no problems sitting down on it. I was just getting ready to finish a chapter, so I was a bit annoyed when she reached over and picked me up to put me on her lap sideways so she could see me. "So, how's my big college boy been? Have you been good or been partying all the time?" I sighed. "Grandma I've always been a good kid. I haven't been to one party this year... well unless you count my girlfriend's parents' company's Christmas party last week." "Girlfriend? That Beth girl you always hung around? She lives just down the street, doesn't she?" I grimaced. "No... Beth's always been just a friend. My girlfriend's name is Addison." Grandpa came in right then. "Go you! Do we get to meet her?" I shrugged. "She said she might run over here tomorrow if she can get away from her parents. From what she said her mom pretty much only cares about the new Little they adopted." "Little? Her parents are big?" I laughed. "Grandma, her parents make you look short." "And just how tall is this girlfriend?" Grandpa asked. "Here, I have a picture of the two of them," Dad said coming in with his larger tablet. He showed them the pictures from the other night. "She's beautiful!" Grandma said, "But isn't she too tall for you Cameron? Is that a good idea? Or... are you looking for a mommy?" I looked up at her. "She is my girlfriend, not my mommy. I admit it's unusual, but it worked for Mom and Dad, and we both love each other enough that size doesn't matter." "Well, she is gorgeous," Grandma admitted, "and she did have a very handsome date," she said squeezing me tight. "How are your grades?" Grandpa asked me, I could tell he was changing the subject. "My lowest grade was a ninety-eight," I told him. "I made the Dean's High Honor List." "Good job!" he said. "So the dating isn't dragging down your grades?" I laughed. "The grades are what led to the dating." Before I could get dragged into anything more conversation wise a timer went off in the kitchen and we were all soon eating dinner. Dad and I both had to deal with a way too helpful Grandma at times, but she mostly behaved herself until it was time to go to bed. She was someone who would never break with tradition, and so she gave me a present to open on Christmas Eve. It was something my mom had done before she passed away, and Grandma had taken up the torch when she was gone. I knew it would be something with pajamas in it that would make me feel embarrassed, but even then, I felt obligated to open it for my mom's sake. I tore the red wrapping paper with green cartoon Christmas trees all over it off. Inside I saw there was a plaid-colored bundle of cloth. It was in a surprisingly boring shade of red and black pattern. I pulled it out and opened it, seeing that it was a one-piece footed pajama set. Until you made it to the feet, they were actually something I could see a college kid wearing around the dorm. The reindeer feet though kind of took that away. They had red noses and little antler pieces that stuck out above each foot. I noticed too that there were bells on them that made a little bit of noise even as I held them. They were sure to jingle every time I took a step! "Umm... thanks Grandma," I told her. "Keep looking in there," she told me. I looked over to the side and saw there was a container of some hot chocolate meant for Littles, and a copy of an old Christmas cartoon that aired every year on an old disc. We had a player, but Dad and I almost never used it since everything could be downloaded or streamed. I sighed in my head, but said, "Thank you Grandma, I appreciate it." She picked me up and gave me a hug before setting me down and jokingly giving me a swat on my butt. "Go put them on, I want to see you wearing them. Then we can have some of that hot chocolate and go to bed." I looked suspiciously at the hot chocolate and noticed that it was endorsed by SafeFoods, Inc. Having a bad feeling about it I said, "Umm... Actually, not to be rude Grandma, but Dad and I picked up some hot chocolate the other day that I think we all might enjoy more. The Little stuff is too sweet honestly." "Oh..." she said, taken aback. "Well, I don't disagree about Littles liking their sweets more... Let's try this other stuff you have then Roger." I gave him a pointed look and he said, "Sure, give me a little bit. I think it's got to be made with milk. Takes a bit to get put together. Cameron, go put on your Christmas jammies and I'll have it done shortly." I hoped he read the 'thank you' in my eyes, as well as the swearing about the pajamas. Even as I carried them up to my room they jangled! I managed to bring myself to put them on and felt like I was suddenly more like Beth than myself... 'At least there are no diapers involved...' I thought grimly. I walked down the stairs for the walk of shame to show my grandmother the pajamas. Just as I expected every damn step you could hear me walking. "Well, no worries about you sneaking down to peek at what Santa left you, huh?" Dad joked. I would have strongly considered flipping him off if he was a friend. Instead, I said, "Haha... funny Dad." At least Dad came through with the hot chocolate, and Grandma kept trying to figure out the secret ingredients of the new mix. He later told me it was vodka... Grandpa had quietly suggested it! I very carefully dumped the Little stuff out later that night. When I went to bed that night, I sat in bed on my phone and researched it. It was sweeter, so I wasn't lying about that. I was also right to avoid drinking it because it seemed to have something inside of it that caused bedwetting in most Littles... ******************************************************** Thanks for reading!!!! 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