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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 31: Right to Remain Silent *************************************************** "WAIT!!!!!" I HEARD a familiar voice shout from across the aisle, just as I was gaining my senses, and thinking that I should run. I turned and viewed the figure of Addison standing next to the railing. "Your Honor, I'm a witness to his Maturosis, I want to adopt him!" "Your Honor!" Kendra said, "I object to this! There is no reason to issue this contempt charge! My colleague had a valid objection!" "You're out of order Ms. Stein!" She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Very well, Ms. Harris, you may adopt your new Little boy, Cameron Sylvester. His care is entrusted to you, but I would have a word with you about requirements before you go with him. Approach the bench - Bailiff, collect her new charge." A million things seemed to go off in my head right then. The most lucid one looked at Kendra and David. "Call my Aunt Ruth," I told them. They knew who she was and nodded. "Please try and get me out of this..." Right then a locking pacifier was suddenly forced into my lips, and twisted to inflate it, just before strong arms grabbed me. I couldn't help but think, 'If I struggle it could be more like Laura...' It took everything in my being to not fight out of panic! Instead, I forced myself to go completely limp in the strong arms of the massive twelve- foot-tall court officer. I knew that struggling would result in a resisting arrest charge on top of everything else! I didn't even make a face at the damn gag... I knew without a doubt that there was no hope of winning the war today. I made one last look at the horrified faces of David and Kendra, before hearing the Bailiff shout. "Anyone in here have a spare diaper for the baby here?" "I have one!" I looked and saw it was Addison's mom. Of course, 'Grandma' would have one...' I thought angrily. "It might be a little small, but my daughter can get the right size at the store. You need a hand changing him?" I looked up at the man and watched his smile grow seeing that he wouldn't have to deal with the 'baby.' "That would be mighty helpful Ma'am, I know this baby boy knows he's in for more punishment if he acts up?" He gave me a menacing look in the eyes at that statement. I nodded once, feeling my body begin to shake. The SafeFoods lawyer cleared the table in front of them, and I watched as a blue disposable changing pad was placed down on top of it to make a makeshift changing table. She took me from him and laid me down, pulling my pants and boxers off; but curiously leaving my shirt, coat, and tie alone. I blushed, knowing the forty or so people in the courtroom, including the twelve jurors, were all watching this horror show. My naked body was fully exposed in a way not done since I was a young teen. Even then the nurse had changed us in a more private manner! She used one hand to grab my ankles and said, "Let's lift up that cute wittle bum bum baby boy! My baby grandchild better get used to this!" She smiled and cooed at me. I couldn't help but know I was looking into the eyes of a psychotic crazy woman. My butt hanging in the air she took a baby wipe and wiped between my crack. I took a breath as she dug deep into the crack of my butt and pulled away a small brown amount on the wipe. "Hmm... A little poopy here?" She smirked as she intentionally showed the courtroom what she had dug out. I felt completely violated, but just lay there though, and watched her annoyance as she didn't get the reaction that she clearly wanted from me. She flipped open a diaper, and placed it underneath me after saying. "I just love a baby in a fresh diaper!" As she began to tape it shut, I could tell right away that it would be too small for me. She used all of her strength to pull the back of the diaper forward and barely got the tapes to stick to the very edges of the tabs of front cover on both sides. I felt like I was getting cut in half a little as I was sat upright. I worried that the garment might also just pop open at any time. "Thanks Mom," I heard as I was suddenly picked up by Addison who had now joined us. Placing one of her large hands under my diaper she said, "Well baby boy, now you're all mine thanks to that nice judge. I guess we'd better get you to the store for a better diapee first, huh? Mommy's got plenty of help getting everything ready back home while we do that though!" I looked into the eyes of the woman I had loved in absolute shock. Her eyes were narrowed in an intense angry glare, and her face had matured some since I had seen her last from afar at our commencement ceremony from Emerson. Her hair was still kept below her shoulders. It was obvious she had been to a salon recently with the perfect pearlized green nail finish she wore on her fingers. I hoped maybe she would at least take the damn pacifier out, but instead she gathered me and said, "Mom, I'll call you later. We're going to go to the store... I called Mindy and Carrie to get everything set at home. I already had a room mostly ready for a baby to come along, they should have everything ready by the time we get there though." 'The room ready?' I felt my stomach plummet. 'Addison never wanted a Little before... she'd felt it was cruel?' I choked back a sob, 'Was every bit of our time together a lie? Or had our nearly seven-year separation changed her that much...?' I caught one more glance of Kendra and David and found myself blushing in shame at the diaper. "We'll get you out of this somehow Cameron!" Kendra said as Addison began leaving the courtroom chaos. I'd wondered about them keeping my suit coat on, but as we walked out the courtroom a series of ELNAP and CAMOL protestors on either side began cheering, or hissing and booing at my treatment. "Is that one of the plaintiff's attorneys?" I heard a newsman shout. Fortunately for me, Addison carried me quickly to a far more sedate looking SUV than I would expect her to drive. In the back sat a forward-facing car seat, and a purple booster seat. She wasted no time in buckling me into the car seat, but didn't say a word as she did so. I still had the damn pacifier stuck inside my mouth as she pulled out from the parking lot, driving as recklessly as ever. Fortunately, it wasn't meant for a Mid, so it just was impossible to spit out rather than causing the pain I knew they did in a Little's mouth. That wasn't much consolation though as I was stuck in the first damn diaper I'd worn since I was a teenager! Worse yet, while I knew that I could hold out another hour or so, I could feel the urge to pee beginning to make itself known. A look at the dashboard clock revealed that it was already nearly two hours after we had walked into the courtroom and I'd last gone shortly before we started. At a stoplight I noticed Addison looked at me in the mirror... It was a look of absolute hate that I saw there, and I wondered just what mess I had found myself in. 'We were in love...' I thought to myself. 'I'm sure that she loved me too!' I thought back to the breakup, and the fact that she had put it squarely on what her family demanded. I wasn't even the one who broke up with her! I should be the angry one here!!! All of the years we dated; she had made it crystal clear that she hated the mistreatment of Littles... Had that changed that much since we last were together? The car accelerated again like a race car with the green light, and I wondered what Kendra and David were doing right then. 'Hopefully one of them calls Ruth!' I knew the laws were going to make getting me my freedom incredibly tough at this point! A judge had the absolute right to declare someone to be in contempt of court. Most of the time you'd end up with a small fine, maybe a night in jail, or as a lawyer possibly disbarment would be pushed. In my case, because I was under eight-and-a-half-feet-tall, she had that other option of deciding I was small enough to be declared a victim of that damn fake mental illness 'Maturosis' that every Big seemed to love justifying forced babyhood. Theoretically everything she had just done was legal and within her rights though... and all without a trial! The only real way to get me out of this, would be for a higher court to issue a ruling that she had violated some sort of procedure in my sudden maturity demotion. Or, they would have to prove my objection about her being bribed was correct. She'd seemed genuinely torn on Doctor Nickerson as a witness and had shut things down at first. The fact that Doctor Nickerson pooped her pants didn't quite frankly surprise me. She was obviously wearing a diaper for a reason, and didn't really bat that much of an eye about her poopy diaper. The fact that it was an objection also didn't surprise me... The fact that she struck the entire testimony without any hesitancy seemed weird and inconsistent after she had stuck up for her! I was still processing everything and missed the car coming to a stop. Addison put the car into park and unbuckled her seatbelt. At the click of her release button, I looked out the window and saw we were at a grocery store I had just visited the other day... She came around and opened my door. I saw she had a purse... and another pacifier in her hand. "If I pull out this locking pacifier, will you be good and suck on this one?" I strongly debated my reply here, but any escape attempt I might consider would need to be without that in my mouth. I nodded. To my relief she turned the pacifier knob off, pulled it out, and stuck the new one into my mouth. I debated spitting it out, but I could also see she was watching and waiting to see if I was going to. The other one sat in her hand for a second before she put it inside her purse. "I know this isn't what you want Cam, but we're going to have to get you some diapers that actually fit you. That's all we're going in here for actually." She paused as she unbuckled the harness. "I promise it'll be a quick trip." Something in her eyes looked vaguely like the old Addy, and I wondered what she was really thinking. As she picked me up, she held me in her arms away from her and looked me in the eyes. "Don't even think about trying to escape. Between the judge's order, and my mom, you would be caught within an hour." I sighed, but refused to respond to her. She brought me into her side so that I was being carried on her hip like a toddler. Compared to most average sized Bigs I would have at least seemed like a preschooler. I knew that to them I would have been considerably heavy to haul around for a long time, but with her enormous height, I just seemed like a two or three-year old by comparison. She walked up to the front of the store and pulled a cart out of the row of carts, pushing the baby seat open. I couldn't help but turn red as she placed me inside, and buckled me in. I noticed that she skipped the Little's basket, and so did a greeter at the door. "Ma'am, we have those Little's versions if you want? It looks like you have a new addition. The Littles ones will keep them from getting away?" I noticed the extra straps on the carts, and that they seemed heavier duty. "I don't think that's necessary. We're just making a quick trip in and out," she told the worker. "Thank you though for looking out for me as a new mommy." 'Mommy...?' I felt my stomach twist. As she pushed the cart forward, she didn't say anything, but I attracted plenty of stares from people. We were just going into the diaper aisle when the first brave soul approached. "Oh, did you get yourself a big baby boy who had an accident? Did he make a pee pee or poo poo all over his pants?" Addison shook her head. "No, this little brat decided to go against a judge and my mom... Saving him from an orphanage since I used to hang out with him in college." 'Hang out with me?' I thought morosely. "Not so big now?" "Nope, never really was though. Excuse me please, we're just here to grab a few things and get out of here so I can get my new bundle of joy home to get used to his new status as my baby boy." "Of course," the woman said, kind of taken aback then. I looked up at Addison then and noticed she had a total glare on her face. I'd seen that look on her mother's face before, but never on hers. I found myself actually nervously biting and sucking on the stupid pacifier as I grimaced at the sight of the diapers around me. She stopped in front of a stack of boxes that touted their 'Little Proof Tabs' and twenty-four-hour protection. An adult Little graced the front of the box with a smiling expression that looked drugged or regressed. I felt my stomach twist as she looked through sizes, but pushed on. 'What's she looking for?' I thought. I was shocked when she stopped again, this time in front of regular baby diapers. She grabbed a large box of 'Size 7's' that started just under my weight and went up another thirty pounds before hitting the 'Size 8's' range. She placed them in the cart. "These should fit your cute little butt better at least..." I didn't comment back to her on that. She grabbed a large box of baby wipes, and started back down the aisle. To my shock she stopped again, this time at the training pants. She reached down quickly and threw in a box that I swore was purple and pink behind the other box where I couldn't see it. 'Did she adopt?' I wondered. I knew she found out she couldn't get pregnant... Addison was as good as her word as she immediately pushed me towards the checkouts. I found myself looking at her chest way too often the way I was sitting being even with her breasts. I blushed at that, even as I feared I would soon be finding myself attached to them without a choice... 'Was Holly's pooping on the stand an accident?' I found myself wondering. Something about that seemed well within the wheelhouse for Mrs. Harris company to have instigated. They had so many possible products they could use just from the items they regularly tested! 'Would use...' I thought to myself morosely realizing that I was now fully in the devil's clutches myself. Apparently, Addison must have worn enough of a 'don't mess with us' look that no one else commented on my new 'baby status' other than the checker. "Which one is for this cutie I wonder?" Addison laughed. "Guess," she said with a smirk as I realized that yes, there was a purple and pink box of training pants that were placed back into the cart after being scanned. They clearly said 'for girls' on them. Knowing my fate from the judge, the diapers that were laid next to them were definitely mine. I sighed and wanted to spit out the pacifier. It was getting old sucking on it, but the last thing I wanted was to push things here. From the moment the judge had pronounced my unjust sentence I had done my best to be seen as one-hundred-percent compliant... I knew from some past clients that could come into play in court in the future. I was taking my own advice right then, and going with the flow until a real opportunity to escape legally or illegally presented itself! Addison finally finished paying and pushed the cart out to the car. As soon as she got there, she put the boxes down in the back of the SUV, and dug out one of the diapers. I was lifted out of the cart and she laid me down next to them on the cargo mat. "Might as well put you in one that will actually hold something before you finally let go here Cameron." I debated arguing, but just stayed silent as she ripped the tapes off of the old diaper, and it suddenly occurred to me that I was about to be showing my naked body off to anyone who passed by outside her car. Her windows were tinted at least, but just as she was pulling the front of the old one down a little girl walked by. "Mommy, why is that man getting his diapee changed like a Little?" "Maturosis can happen to people other than Littles sweetie..." "You mean he's like Lindsey?" I heard the girl who couldn't have been older than five or six badgering her mom as she walked by. I blushed and tried not to scream, or cry... or try and hit Addison. She made eye contact with me right then and I couldn't quite read her expression. It was clear that it was angry still... but hurt also described it. 'Great, she's holding a grudge against me?' I wondered. 'Damnit! I'm not the one who broke it off!!!' It had taken me a solid six-months to even think of getting over her after she dumped me. 'I hope she was hurt too,' was a very ungracious thought. The diaper was still dry, so she decided not to wipe me obviously, or add powder or lotion. That meant it really was just a matter of lifting my bottom onto the new one, and taping the new tapes down. It probably took less than half-a-minute I guessed. "Let's lose this suit coat," she told me. "Not sure why I hadn't already taken it off of you..." she said mostly to herself. I noted that the diaper I was wearing didn't have the ultra-strong tapes, and I could probably easily remove it myself if we got to a point I could do so. "Not going to speak to me at all?" she asked. I intentionally didn't make any facial expression at all to that. She sighed. "Well... I guess I deserve that." She buckled me into the car seat and closed the door before getting in the driver's side and pulling out. "I have a house that's way out of town... It's about an hour drive from here... I guess feel free to take a nap if you want." She started the car and took off like a bat out of Hell, squealing her tires as she pulled out. *************************************************** Chapter 32: Limited Options *************************************************** I REFRAINED FROM snorting at the suggestion to take a nap. I looked down at the dinosaur graphic on the diaper for a moment, blushed, and began looking around some more. My gaze fell to my left at the purple booster seat I'd first noticed when I got in. It was a high back booster with a five-point harness still, but definitely years up in maturity from the toddler car seat I was currently buckled into. 'I'd prefer that...' I thought over the seat clearly meant for a true toddler. One thing I noticed that was odd, both the seat next to me, and the seat I was in, appeared to be brand-new. 'Why did Addy have brand new car seats?' I finally committed a small act of defiance by popping the damn pacifier out from my mouth. As I did so I noticed that it was purple, and had a pink and white cartoon butterfly painted on it. I placed it in the cupholder of the seat since I didn't want to willingly hold onto that. "Surprised that took that long," Addison said to me, noticing it through a screen in front of her. I groaned when I realized she could watch me and the road simultaneously. I ended up trying some breathing exercises I'd learned at some point in school to try and calm myself down. 'Something is really not right...' I thought. 'Besides the fact I'm now enslaved by my former girlfriend!' I grimaced, 'That sounds like some sort of bad porn movie or something...' 'Just add that to the massively fucked up list, including that my fianc? is pretty much a braindead baby...' I sighed. I noticed Addison was still watching me, but didn't say anything more as the car continued down the road. I began to recognize some of the roads and realized we were in the same area as Fred and Amanda's place. When I watched their driveway pass by, I just wished there was a way I could have jumped out of the car and gone there to get away from this! Surely Amanda would have helped! My hand found its way up to my neck and the necklace that held Beth's engagement ring. I did everything I could to not cry then, knowing the criminals responsible for her horrible fate were probably going to get away with it now. 'Not to mention I'm now literally in their clutches!' The ride was blissfully silent in the expensive SUV, and twenty minutes further down the road at highway speeds, we finally turned into a driveway. An imposing granite gated entry way blocked the way, but a metal gate automatically split open to let her drive inside. I noticed a large delivery truck was parked next to a black sedan. Addison drove past them and into a large garage that opened. She came around for me and said, "Well, welcome home Cam." Her voice wasn't very welcoming though as she unbuckled the harness and picked me up. She placed her hand under my diaper, and straddled my legs on her hip like a toddler. "Let's get this over with..." she said under her voice a moment before she opened the door to the house. "Miss Harris! I figured you would be here at least five minutes ago?" a tall woman dressed in a skirt suit said. She appeared to be a couple years younger than us, and probably about ten-and-a-half feet tall. Her brown hair was tied in a very neat bun at the back of her head, and I guessed she was probably some sort of assistant to Addison. "We made a stop for some diapers that fit better for the trip home," she told her. "The one my mom had in her purse was two sizes too small." "That makes sense, you always drive so fast I figured you'd be here before they finished, but they just walked out to the truck. Everything is set upstairs like you requested..." Something about her expression made me wonder what wasn't 'right' according to her. "Thanks Carrie," she told her. "I appreciate you and Mindy helping get the contractors in here. Where is she?" "She had to take off about ten minutes ago to pick up her grandbabies from school." "Oh, it is pretty late I guess..." The tall woman came closer to me and put her face practically next to mine. "So, this is the wittle troublemaker?" She reached down and grabbed my foot for some reason and squeezed it. "This is Cameron, my former boyfriend and general pain in the ass to SafeFoods and my mother." "Well, look who's going to be nothing but a good baby now!" she said with a smirk. "Looks like he's still got a dry diaper though... has he been a good baby and made a stinky diapee for his mommy yet?" I just laid my head against Addison's shoulder then and tried to tune out the horrible witch. "Thanks Carrie, you can take off the rest of the week. I probably won't be into work again until at least Monday if I can help it. Enjoy some time off." "Seriously?" she said, "If we're both not there, things will fall apart on the Tinker account. I'll go in and monitor things. I'll only contact you if I really need to though!" "Very well Carrie, have a good evening," Addison said to her. I stayed still as she carried me to the door and watched her leave through a large window beside the door. She sighed, and then said, "Shall we see what they did with my instructions?" I looked her in the eyes and shrugged, still not saying a word. "Cameron you are going to have to talk eventually..." she said, clearly not happy with my silence. I shrugged again and she grimaced. "Well, you're going to have to respond to me one way or another in a minute..." Her house was at least as big as Aunt Ruth's old house, but much more modern in style. Alongside the walls I noticed several contemporary pieces of art that I was pretty sure I recognized artist signatures on... They didn't look like prints either! The flooring featured thick carpeted areas with beautiful wooden floors mixed in as well. Even without the artwork the house screamed that it cost probably ten or twenty of my own large house! A large staircase was padded with an ornate carpet, led up to a second story. I guessed a third was above us, but she didn't need to go up there with me quite yet. She turned to the left at the landing and walked down the hallway and motioned to an end door. "That's my bedroom..." she said. "Yours will be one of these." A door was pushed open to one of two doors that were across from each other. My blood turned to ice at the sight before me. The walls were painted a baby blue, with some little cartoon dinosaurs painted around the walls. On one end near the window was a large dark walnut crib that looked to be an extended size for me as a Betweener. A changing table, an extra-large walker, and baby toys of every type imaginable filled shelves along the sides. The smell of fresh paint made it clear that this had somehow been done that day. 'Before or after the Maturosis ruling...?' I couldn't help but wonder. "They outdid themselves," she said. "What do you think?" I looked at her without comment. She sighed. "Well, this is Option A for you Cam." I looked up at her questioningly. "I'll explain more in a second," she said. I was bounced lightly up and down and then she carried me across the hall to another room. I felt my blood chill even further, as I wasn't sure which of these nightmares was the worst! The walls in this room were painted a pale yellow, with colored butterflies and flowers making up a mural across the bottom portion of the walls. The ceiling was painted to look like a blue sky with white clouds. I noticed a white changing table along one wall, but instead of a crib there was a white toddler bed with a shorter rail that ran just half-way down it. Toys were just as abundant in this room, but all of them were pink, purple, dolls, and other items that made it the perfect little girls' room. I glimpsed an open closet with poofy skirts and dresses visible. A rocking chair sat in one corner, and Addison walked towards it and sat down turning me sideways in her lap. "Cameron, I'm not going to lie... I'm not happy about this at all, but when I went to speak with the judge, she gave me two options for your 'Maturosis Treatment.'" She practically scowled at those words, and I now wondered what involvement she had in this. "I... I shouldn't have gotten involved, but she's giving me two ways here... Neither of them is great Cam..." For the first time since I'd seen her in the courtroom I wondered if some of the old Addy was present still. "What are they?" I found myself asking. She jumped, as if surprised I could still talk. "Talking to me now, huh?" "For now," I told her. "The jury's out on the future." She looked sad at that, but nodded. "Fair enough, I'd..." She paused. "I'd probably feel the same way... The judge will let me use either of these rooms with you. In this room I would give you a few days, and if you can prove to me that you're going to be good, I can let you wear Pull-Ups. The downside for you is the judge feels there had to be some sort of penalty, so you would have to become my little girl instead of being a boy." I made a face at that, but couldn't help but know she had always liked my hair long. "The other room?" I asked. "In the other room you can keep on being a boy, with all of your parts, but you will be given a treatment tomorrow that will make it to where you cannot walk anymore, will have your teeth removed, and it'll be diapers, and breastmilk and baby food for the rest of your life." I felt myself begin to hyperventilate a little. This was worse than my worst nightmare! I found myself suddenly shaking, and said, "You can't do this to me..." I felt tears going down my face. "You said you loved me years ago!" I felt her arms go around me even as I tried to wriggle free of them. Her mouth was right next to my ear. "I do love you, I never stopped. If I didn't, I wouldn't have stood up today..." She paused. "You might have had both procedures done already honestly. I know which choice I think is better, but you have to choose." I sat in her arms tightly for a long while before getting myself to breathe again. She let up on her grip and I looked around the room. This room would mean relative freedom... "I just have to dress... like... a... a... a girl?" I asked. She shook her head. "The judge insists if I choose this treatment for you, you have to be altered to fit that gender tomorrow." "I can't... You can't... But..." I found myself stammering, for the first time in years I didn't know what to say in a situation. "Judge Tanye said that I'm supposed to choose for you Cam, but I'm going to let you choose. You're going to have to deal with one of these options. At least as Cammie you would be able to do everything still. If we have you treated tomorrow to remain Cameron... well..." I noticed then that her face was just as wet as mine. I looked around the room, and then down at my diaper. I really needed to go to the bathroom, and my bladder was feeling like it was going to burst. "Can I use the potty," I asked timidly. She shook her head. "Sorry, but you're stuck in diapers for at least a few days. That means you have to use them." I cringed, but knew that was probably the answer. She began stroking my hair right then like she used to, and I forced myself to let go into the diaper. It warmed and quickly ballooned as it soaked up the afternoons pee. The diaper honestly wasn't the worst part of either of the options. The not being able to walk, losing my teeth, and basically becoming like Beth had been was kind of past the point of even being an option. 'Not like you can do anything with Beth anyway...' I thought morosely. "Can...?" "Can?" "Can we save some of my sperm before you do it?" I blushed. She looked thoughtfully at me. "The judge didn't say we couldn't, so I guess we can. We'll find some time for that sample before your procedure." "I guess... this is my room..." She actually did smile. "Good choice Cammie, let's get you dressed and go find something to eat..." Addison sat me down on the ground then for the first time since the judge's ruling, and I realized the wet diaper was definitely going to affect my gait a little bit. It sagged between my legs and I suspected I had peed enough that some was just barely escaping out of one of the legs and a droplet crawled down my leg. I didn't feel relieved, but I did appreciate that it was a regular baby's diaper. At least it wasn't a crawler diaper that would have forced me to crawl... Or worse, one of the newborn ones that kept you on your back or stomach unable to move! She walked over to the closet and dug through it for a second, not asking me anything of my opinion. When she turned around, I saw she held a simple purple dress that had butterflies made out of sequins flying up the skirt and onto the bodice. I guessed it was probably high-end children's wear, but still seemed practical for a dress. She sat it down on the changing table and lifted me up onto its padded surface. As she did so I noted that it was a typical 'Littles' changing table with a standard chest strap like a baby's, but also arm, head, and feet straps available as well. I grimaced at memories of seeing those being used on Littles in store and mall bathrooms. She sat me up with my legs dangling on the edge, and began undoing the buttons on the dress shirt I wore one button at a time. At one point it would have been an arousing act, but today it was like each button was another level of maturity ripped away from me. When she was done, she pulled it off, revealing the necklace she had once given me, and Beth's ring hanging like a pendant. I watched her eyes narrow in on it. It was like a switch had been thrown as she just froze, and silently stared at it. *************************************************** Chapter 33: Too Little *************************************************** ADDISON LOOKED AT me in shock for a second, before gently twisting the chain. "You've kept it all these years?" I sighed, and didn't hold back. "I wore this today as a symbol of the two loves I've now lost to your mom and her cronies." "Cam...mie... I'm sorry," she said. I saw a tear go down her face, and wondered what the hell she really had to be sad about at this point! She wasn't the one who received a life sentence to babyhood today! "I can't let you keep this right now..." I grabbed her hand and pried it off of my necklace. "It's the only..." I sobbed. "It's the only thing I have left of her, you can't take that too!" She shook her head. "I promise I'll keep it safe... but no I can't let you keep it." I considered fighting her then, but pushed her hands away gently. "Fine, let me be the one to remove it..." I felt tears stream down my face again as I undid the clasp of the necklace, and caressed the ring for a moment before saying. "You have to let me have this back..." She shrugged. "We'll see Cammie." She looked really torn right then before sighing. "Cammie, do you remember you telling me about your visit to see Beth freshman year?" My eyes narrowed, but I nodded. "Well... You're caught in the same situation sweetie... we both are." My eyes widened then, as I realized that if she was telling the truth... I looked up and realized that I could see at least one camera in plain sight. 'Shit!' "Promise me," I told her again. "I can't do that," she told me, even as she gave me the slightest of head nods. I reluctantly let go of it, and she sat it down at the end of the changing table next to some wipes. Her hand pushed my body back down onto the changing table, and turned my legs to be in parallel to the side. A strap was placed across my chest, but to my relief she didn't use the extra straps that I had seen were available to use. I felt my body tense up rigidly as I knew what was coming. I hadn't had a wet diaper changed in over a decade... and at least that horrible incident had meant it was my dad or the school nurse... This was my... 'Mommy?' I closed my eyes, as I couldn't look up at the woman that I had fallen in love with all those years ago right then. I had loved her; we had been a great team... I felt her hands on both of my hips and heard a 'scritch' as she tore the Velcro fasteners loose. I felt her grab my ankles and then she lifted my legs and hips off of the changing pad cushion. I peeked out and saw that since she was still so much larger than me, she still only needed one hand to grab my ankles, just like a woman with a real baby. She reached into a container and pulled out a wipe, flipping it open in her hand, before smiling as she brought it towards my crunched form. I felt the wipe, and was pleasantly surprised to feel that it was at least warm. She took a couple minutes to rub my bottom down, before flipping open another diaper and placing it underneath me. When she had me down, she used another warm wipe on my crotch, and I couldn't help but unfortunately feel aroused at the first real touch down there in years! I watched as she tossed that to the side with the used diaper and then grabbed for some lotion. "Your skin isn't used to this..." she said with a sigh, and began rubbing lotion all over my diaper area, and then the rest of my body. I had a moment of panic, wondering if this was some of their company's 'special' lotion that had screwed over Beth. I tensed, finding my arousal instantly gone, and she asked. "What's wrong?" "This isn't..." She shook her head. "Normal baby lotion, we won't be using many of my family's products on you." Her hands went back to work on my stomach and shoulders. I hated that her touch and contact felt amazing after the last few years of hell. It twisted my guts, as I felt like it was a betrayal of Beth to feel like that, knowing full well that Addison was now the assistant director in charge of the testing division that led to Beth's fate. 'At least she was still in grad school when they hurt Beth,' was about all I could think to justify keeping her separate from what happened. She wrapped up the short massage by rubbing my toes down with lotion, and then wiped her hand with a wipe. She then returned her attention to fastening the diaper between my legs, probably grateful that I was still fully potty trained and probably wouldn't intentionally pee in her face... It was actually tempting for a second knowing they were preparing to take that ability from me the next day - but I hoped that maybe there was something of the old Addy still within this monster. Pissing her off, literally, seemed a poor move at that point. She pulled the front of the diaper tightly to my crotch and I felt her pull my left side tab loose, and then taped it down, before repeating with the right. "Sit up baby," she told me softly after she undid the strap. As I did so I saw this wasn't one of the diapers we had just purchased, instead it was a bright pink diaper covered in rainbows, suns, clouds, and star shapes. "She outdid herself, these are cute," she said to me. I huffed as I could tell it was also quite a bit thicker than the regular baby diaper I was wearing before. "Is it not comfy?" I looked up at her. "Why don't you put one on and tell me?" She had the nerve to laugh. "I don't think they'd fit me sweetie. Sorry that you're the size of a small preschooler still. If you were forty or fifty pounds heavier, these wouldn't fit..." "Shouldn't have gone on that diet," I grumbled to myself. Two years ago, I had been packing on the weight with some serious unhealthy habits. Last year I had forced myself to try and gain control of my life, and with a strict diet and cardio regimen, had managed to drop over thirty-five percent of my weight. I was back pretty much in the nominal BMI numbers again - only one-hundred-and-ninety pounds last I checked six-months back. If anything since then I'd probably lost some more since learning of Beth's fate. I just couldn't bring up an appetite most of the time anymore, thinking about her messed up situation constantly. "Arms up Cammie," she said to me. I looked at her holding the dress in front of her and again seriously thought about fighting back, but the memories of watching failed Littles do that over and over again reminded me it would be hopeless. I half-heartedly put my arms up and she was soon grabbing on to my wrists to guide them into the sleeves, and pulling down the mass of fabric over my head. I looked down and was at least grateful that the dress covered the damn diaper. I thought maybe that would end everything, but she turned my body to face the wall and pulled at the rubber band that was holding my still long hair back. "I'm surprised you never cut this after we broke up..." she said almost casually. "Beth likes it..." I replied. "Or she did at least before your company turned her into a mindless husk." Her hands froze for a second, but didn't respond. A brush appeared and ran through my hair. "You always had nice hair... need to get it trimmed though. It's a little long now I think." I sighed. I felt her separate the two sides and had seen enough Littles and real girls to know she was making pigtails or something. Fortunately, she didn't braid them, just used some hair ties to make the high bunches, and then some ribbon was tied into bows around each. I was picked up and sat down on the ground in front of a tall mirror that was hung on one wall. I felt my stomach turn as I looked at myself. You could definitely see my jaw was wrong, my nose a bit too large, but the dress and the hair made me look way more like a girl than I was comfortable admitting! 'I should shaved it off...' I thought to myself. I looked up at her and saw that at least she wasn't smiling. "How about some dinner?" she asked me, walking back to the changing table and grabbing my necklace. I shrugged. "Okay." To my surprise she didn't pick me back up, instead reaching down with her hand. I took the hint and grabbed onto 'Mommy's' hand. 'I should make her carry me everywhere...' I thought for a moment as I waddled a little with the diaper. 'At least she'd be dealing with some physical pain to match the emotional pain I've been through.' The diaper wasn't one of the thick crawler ones I'd seen Littles forced to wear, but it was thick enough to remind me of its presence with every step. The crinkle it generated from underneath the dress would be sure to tell any Big around me of my underwear demotion. She led me down the hallway. "This is Mommy's room," she told me in a cutesy voice. "You should stay out of here, but I'll show you where we'll put your old jewelry for safe keeping..." I watched as she let go of my hand and pulled opened a picture frame of a painting of a real baby running across a field, on a hidden hinge. She used her fingerprint on a reader there and opened up the safe door. She placed it inside and closed it. "It'll be safe in there." I felt angry right then, but there was nothing I could do at all. She grabbed my hand again and led me to the grand staircase. Downstairs I could see a large living room with a big fireplace to the side of the front doors. She led me back through a large dining room, and into the kitchen where a smaller table was setup. I noted the high chair sat at the table, and was completely unsurprised when she let go of my hand, pulled the tray off, and turned around to me. I made a face, and she sighed. "Sorry Cammie, but you're too little now to sit at the table without this." Without any further explanation she picked me up under my armpits and sat me down in the chair. I noted sourly that there were hand and head restraints on this chair, but was relieved when she only did the harness up and pushed me in towards the table without the tray in place. It did allow me to be at the right height for the table at least, and a taller view to watch as she moved to the counter where she dug through the cabinet and made a face for a moment. 'What am I going to get stuck eating...?' I couldn't help but wonder. 'I'm the size of a preschooler, I shouldn't get stuck with baby food at least... It's why I went with this ridiculous girl route.' I was distracted for a moment looking down at the weird sequins that made butterflies on the dress. It just felt like a long shirt at the moment, but at least the only person looking at me with it on was the one who forced me into it... 'Tomorrow...?' I couldn't help but squirm. 'Would she really do it?' I wondered 'If I can't have the love of my life anymore, does it really matter?' I thought darkly. I must have been brooding for a few minutes because the additions in front of me on the table made me jump. A tall pink sippy cup that was meant to be drank from any side was set to the right of a weird looking divided plate thing. I watched as she pressed down on it for just a second and tugged on it. "Huh," she said, "that's kind of smart..." I turned to her and watched her look down at me. "It's meant to stay in place so it can't be thrown." I made a face at her. "Trying to give me ideas?" A smirk tried to go across her face but never made it to her eyes. "Eat up," she said, patting my back. A set of plastic utensils was provided in addition to the plate. I was grateful that it looked like the exact same beef dish she was eating, other than she'd pre-cut it. That was annoying, but given the plastic baby utensils I'd been given, probably necessary. There were four sectioned areas of the plate that she'd doubled up on roast beef in two of them, some mashed potatoes in another, and some carrots that looked to have been stewed with the beef in the last. I looked suspiciously at the food for a moment. "I promise you it's the exact same thing I'm eating," she said with a sigh. I noticed she blushed then as she sighed. "I hate Mom..." Deciding that she still hadn't earned my trust back in any real way, I just picked up the stupid plastic fork thing and began awkwardly spearing and bringing pieces up to my mouth. Annoyingly through the meal I dropped more than I liked to admit. Looking down at my dress when I was done eating I had a feeling she was going to comment. "Well, I guess I should get you a bib next time... Of course, with those plastic utensils I'm not surprised..." "You could just let me use real utensils you know?" A nod of her head to the corner of the room was made as she said, "Sorry Princess, I can't do that. You're just too little now, with your Maturosis you might hurt yourself." I followed her gaze a second later and figured out there was yet another damn camera there. It took everything I had not to tell her to 'go fuck off,' flip her the bird, or otherwise mouth off. Over the past few years, I'd found some of our cases completely destroyed by video of the Little going off like that. So instead of any of that, I just stared at her with my 'what the fuck face.' "Let's get you cleaned up and then you can watch some TV with Mommy before your bath." I really hoped the old Addy was in there, but as she referred to herself as 'Mommy,' used a baby wipe to attack my face and the dress, and unceremoniously stuck her fingers under my dress to squeeze my diaper, I was sure she was just another Amazon with a Mommy complex! "Still dry, but no wonder since you haven't finished your juice," she said while handing me the sippy cup. "You need to finish that soon." I actually hadn't even taken but two sips from it, recognizing the Plapple juice inside. It tasted good, but I knew usually only young babies and diapered toddlers drank it due to the tendency for it to make you go pee. I had heard it could help on the other end too, but rarely had it growing up unless Grandma Suzy or the school cafeteria workers forced it onto me... She unbuckled me as I put the cup to my mouth and sipped from it. Truthfully the sweet drink did taste good, and I was doomed to use the damn diapers anyway for now, so it wasn't worth battling her about it. 'Somehow, I doubt much soda will be in my future, let alone the alcohol I really need right now...' I was carried to a large home theater room and unceremoniously sat down on the couch. "If my mom comes over you won't be sitting on the couch unless you're on one of our laps..." I glared at her. "Is she coming?" "Not tonight," she said with a sigh that sounded grateful. "I convinced her that I needed time with my baby alone to imprint properly." I looked up at her. The expression on her face was one that she had worn many times while we dated when her mom was pushing her buttons. It was the face of exasperation as she tried anything to get around her mother's machinations... And I honestly took it as a sign that maybe she wasn't as committed to this screwed up situation as I had initially feared. 'She's still going to take you in for a gender change tomorrow...' I griped. She walked over to a bar along one side of the room and poured herself what looked like a large rum and coke, something she had used to like when we were in college too. She came back over and sat on the opposite side of the couch from me, and turned on the TV. She looked torn on something. "According to my mom I should be doing something else with you to bond with you tonight Cammie, but I'm not going to. Pick something to watch," she said reaching her long arm to me with the remote. "Umm... okay?" I told her. "To be honest I never watch TV anymore..." "Oh... Why not?" I shrugged. "I spend all of my time working." "All of it?" she asked curiously. "What else is there to do?" "Go out? Go clubbing? Hiking? Camping? Shopping?" She looked confused. "You used to do those things?" "I used to have someone to do those things with," I told her honestly. "I don't know how much your mom told you, but my life has been pretty much downhill since you all screwed up Beth and her mom. Both sets of my grandparents died, and then my dad followed within a year of that happening." She looked at me with a shocked expression. "All of that in a year?" "All of it." The look in her eyes was the old Addy when she had genuine remorse for something. For seeing a Little being mistreated, or a someone being hurt. She used to be a pretty empathetic person. "I'm sorry Cam. My dad died last year, but at least I still have my sister and my mom..." she said. She took a deep gulp of her glass and then turned the TV onto some detective drama that I vaguely remembered catching an episode of once. The mechanics of the courtroom scenes were marginal, but it was entertaining. About twenty minutes into the episode, I felt the need to pee again and decided to just ask. "Umm... may I use the potty?" She looked at me. "Of..." She stopped herself and glanced at the corner. "At least until we get done tomorrow, that diaper is your potty Cammie. Just go in it like a good baby girl." I could see her wince as she said it. "Really?" She nodded towards the camera. "Really... and make sure you go number two tonight if you can. They said if you hadn't had one by tomorrow, that they were going to need to give you an enema to make sure you were clear first." I glared at her, and crossed my arms then, leaning against the arm of the sofa opposite of her still. It took me a couple moments to get the pee to release again, but the stream quickly filled the diaper and dried. 'At least it's not a cheap diaper...' I couldn't help but darkly appreciate. 'I can probably pee in this for eight hours before it even thinks of leaking. And I doubt I'd get a rash if she left me in it for an entire day...' My cup was empty as I tried to take a drink, so she said, "Here, hand me your cup. I'll fill it with water - it's all they really want you to have from now until after your procedure." I just watched her go to the bar, open it up, rinse it out, and filled it with some ice and water. She brought it back over and instead of just handing it to me, picked me up and hugged me. She whispered. "I'm sorry Cameron," into my ear. It was then that I officially broke down and cried. Everything since Dad had died, Beth's destruction, and my own fate hit me then, and I completely lost it. I felt her cradle me and run her hands alternately through my hair, or patting my back, until my body had decided enough was enough, and I must have faded off to sleep. *************************************************** Chapter 34: Watched *************************************************** I WOKE UP and bit back a scream when I saw the white bars around my vision. A slightly closer look though revealed they were only by my head, and not tall enough to keep me from jumping over them. "Where...?" I found myself breathing. "Damn, it wasn't a dream..." The Sun was peeking through the edges of some blackout curtains along the windows, keeping the room fairly dark in spite of what must have been strong early morning sunlight. I rubbed my eyes and found they were nearly matted shut from all of the crying last night. 'I can't believe I lost it...' I sighed. I moved my hand again and discovered a pacifier was clipped to whatever I was wearing. Looking down I realized it was a footed pajama set. I could just make out its purple color in the darkness, and the bulge of the diaper beneath it reminded me I needed to do something. I always needed to go in the morning as soon as I woke up, but not usually quite like this! I stood up and held my arms tightly around my torso, trying to not encourage my bladder's needs for a moment, before remembering the baby monitors that were in the room. 'Well, and whoever else is watching Addy...' Grimacing, I let go of the urine into the diaper. Remembering suddenly what Addy had said last night, and feeling a slight urge, I decided it was probably in my best interest to just get the other out of the way too. Deciding I had to play the long game though, and doing it, were two completely different things! I tried just squeezing, but only got a little more urine out. The years of potty training were not so easy to get past, and my body was naturally clinching to keep me from messing my pants! Even when I'd ended up in diapers as a young teen thanks to that prank, it hadn't been my choice when to go initially. And after that was all through my system, I just waited and used the bathroom at home, or went before school. I grimaced, but memories of friends from school meant I knew I really didn't want an enema! I remembered seeing babies and Littles squatting over the years to poop their diapers, and decided to try that. I bent my knees and tried to visualize sitting down on the potty. Right about then the urge hit me and I managed to push out a long log of poop. As soon as I finished, I regretted it. I wrinkled my nose, but was at least pleasantly surprised I wasn't immediately gagging from the smell. Having no desire to sit down and make the mess worse, I walked around the room looking around. The feeling of the disgusting pile in my diaper didn't make me feel good about that as I could feel it smear between my thighs, but hopefully Addy wouldn't be too long in coming to find me. Toddling would have been a more apt description as I tried to keep it from smashing any more against my body! I curiously examined a tall dollhouse that sat in one corner. The house looked identical to what I had seen of this house so far! It wasn't able to go deeper than one room three dimensionally, but the rooms were eerily accurate. I saw my room even had a little girl doll with pigtails sleeping on the toddler bed inside. I curiously picked her up and saw that yes, she had a diaper on too. I could see an office for Addy was on the first floor that I hadn't been shown yet. The nursery was also present, with a baby boy fully dressed in a onesie, and a realistic looking disposable diaper on that doll. On the same floor it looked like there was a massive playroom with toys everywhere inside of it. 'Guessing that's my 'playroom'' I thought to myself. On the first floor there was a swimming pool that I hadn't seen yet either, along with it looked like a backyard play set? I was just about to turn and look around at some more of the room when I heard a beep and the door opened inward towards the room. Addy stepped inside, looking like a young mother in comfortable jeans and a stretchy blouse. Her eyes landed on me even as I saw her wrinkle her nose. "Good morning Princess," she said way too cheerily to me. "Guess you woke up on your own this morning?" "Guess so," I told her. She knew I wasn't a morning person. "Well, we have a grouchy princess this morning? Of course, it smells like I know why!" She walked over to me and I held up my arms for her to pick me up. I hoped she would at least avoid the problem in my diaper, but instead she held me up by the middle of my filled diaper. I could feel the log smush and ooze around inside. I winced and wanted to tell her to stop, but it was too late. She saw my face. "Oh, don't worry about that poopy little bottom! Mommy knows all about how to take care of opening a present like that!" She laid me down on the changing table and I cringed as I felt the poop smear even more inside of the diaper. I sat as still as I could as she unzipped the sleeper I was wearing, from the collar down to my right foot. I let her pull it from my body one part at a time and sat it down in a laundry basket beside the table. She used the chest strap to make sure I wouldn't 'fall off' the table then, and got to work on the diaper. "Woo," she exclaimed. "what a stinky wittle baby girl!" She pulled one tape free, then the other, and then opened up 'her present.' "Mommy can't wait to be able to potty train her little girl! Such a stinky little thing!" She lifted my legs off the table with one hand, and used the other to wipe away most of the mess with the old diaper. Too many wipes were then used to clean off the rest of the muck, before she wrapped all of the mess inside the used diaper and dropped it into a disposal. "Going to have to get in the habit of putting a new diaper under you sooner," she said as much to herself as to me. 'Why?' I wondered. 'I can still control myself...?' She let my body rest back down on a fresh diaper and quickly rubbed some lotion on me, before taping the diaper shut. She looked down at a watch on her wrist and said, "Let's get you dressed and we'll get to your appointments this morning." "Appointments?" "I made a special one for you with your request," she told me as she sat me down on my feet and walked towards the closet. With everything I had gone through yesterday I'd almost forgotten about that one... I watched as she dug through the closet and came up with a yellow top that flared out like a short dress, and a pair of blue leggings. "Arms up like a pretty ballerina!" she told me as she knelt down and quickly threaded my arms through the shirt holes. It felt weird the way it flared out, but I noted it just reached past the tapes of my diaper. She pushed me gently onto my back and began bunching up the legs of the blue leggings. I grimaced as I noticed the butt of them was covered in rows of ruffled material! "Awww!" she cooed. "You look so sweet I could eat you up!" She actually started tickling me then and I was forced to giggle for a moment before she leaned down and hefted me back onto her hip while shouldering a diaper bag I hadn't noticed. "Let's go do your hair in your chair downstairs, then we'll get going." I had been silent throughout all of this, but was still bright red as she walked into the smaller family dining area and saw another tall woman standing beside the table with a newspaper in her hands. "Well, so this is the princess?" The woman said with a smile. "Yes Mindy, this is little Cammie!" she said with a coo to her voice as she bounced me up and down. "Cammie, this is Miss Mindy, she's our housekeeper and cook." The tall woman was a couple feet shorter than Addison, so I was actually almost looking down on her from my position on Addison's hip. "Aww... she's adorable!" "Isn't she though?" Addison said as she bounced me up and down. "Just the cutest wittle princess!" She squeezed me tightly. "Definitely!" Mindy smiled at us both. "I knew you would make a great mommy someday Miss Harris." I looked at the woman with her slightly graying brown hair. She was probably only a dozen years older than us both, but she had a very motherly look to her plumper frame. "She's a shy one, huh?" "She is, but that's okay. Cammie is just Mommy's wittle baby, huh?" Addison bounced me up and down and sat me down on the highchair seat. "She's also probably more than a bit nervous about today. She's losing her precious wittle peepee today, huh?" I glared at her, wondering where the caring Addison had disappeared to from last night! "She'll be so much happier being one of us though," Mindy said with a smile. "Yep! Just need to brush her hair really quick and then we'll get going." "She need her baba, or something?" "No, they told me nothing past bedtime at all if we could help it." "Oh, well, how about her paci?" She smiled at me. "There's one in her bag," she told her. "Just one Miss Harris?" she asked as she began rummaging around and began tutting. "This won't do! You need a good five of these in here. You never know when she'll be playing and drop it, but need it to soothe her for a skinned knee, or just because she's hungry." My eyes opened at that as she first grabbed the one that was in the bag and placed it into my mouth. Unfortunately, it was a locking one and Mindy had no problems with twisting it once. "Well, I guess she won't be dropping that one Miss Harris, but I'd better go get you a few more paci's and babas for her. Trust me when I say you always want to be prepared for your baby girl. You did at least pack enough diapees and spare clothes in here..." The damn thing wasn't too inflated, but it still sucked to have it larger than my normal teeth opening. Addison had just grabbed a brush and did a couple quick strokes until she was out of sight. "Sorry about that," she whispered in my hair. Her hand reached in front of my mouth and loosened the pacifier. "Keep it in your mouth..." I nodded in relief and winced every now and then when she found a snag in my hair. I normally took really good care of it, but the last day wasn't exactly something in my control! I was zoned out enough that I almost jumped when Mindy reappeared. She used a clear Ziploc bag to add in a handful of more pacifiers, and plunked in two baby bottles of water. "I know you said she can't have anything yet, but after her surgery I'm sure she'll want her bottle." "Thanks Mindy," Addison said as she pulled at my hair in the back. At first, I wasn't sure what she was doing. "That braid is going to be really pretty Miss Harris." "Thanks," Addison said, "I had lots of practice on my baby sister growing up." "You should have her over here sometime!" Addison nodded. "She's supposed to be coming to visit her new niece this weekend." "I hope to see her then! What do you need from me today?" "Just the normal Mindy, and if you could have a good dinner for us in the oven? Something not too heavy since I'm sure she'll be a bit out of it from the anesthesia." "Wouldn't it be easier just to feed her a jar tonight?" I felt a last tug on my hair as Addison told her. "Mindy, I want to make sure you know that Cammie here is mostly a big girl. In fact, that was her choice - she could be a little baby boy eating out of jars, or be a big girl. She chose to be a big girl instead, so we're not going to feed her baby food unless she's a really bad girl that shows me that she needs to go back further." "You sure about that Miss Harris?" "Yes," Addison said, coming around and undoing the harness on the seat. "I've known Cammie here for a long time, and very well, and I don't believe we'll be getting to that point, will we?" She pulled up my chin lightly with her finger to look in my eyes. "No Mommy," I told her nervously. She kissed me on the forehead and picked me up out of the highchair, placing me on her hip. She reached down and grabbed the diaper bag, and said, "Thanks for everything Mindy, we'll see you this afternoon or tomorrow morning depending on when we get back." "Good luck Princess," the woman cooed at me. I sighed in relief when the heavy garage door shut behind us on the way to her SUV. She opened the door and sat me down in the car seat and buckled me in. As soon as she was in the driver's door, I pulled the damn pacifier out of my mouth. "Sorry about her," Addison said, "My mom hired her last year to help me take care of the house." "When is she there?" "Usually in the mornings until early afternoon - I'm usually at work. You won't see her but for the mornings probably since you'll be at daycare..." "Daycare?!?" "Once I get done with maternity leave, yeah, you'll have to go to daycare or preschool. I'll let you pick I guess..." "Neither?" I said annoyed. It was silent for the next forty-five minutes while she navigated back to the city and to a stop outside a building that said Jameson and Associates Fertility Clinic. I felt red at the thought of what I was doing there, and why I was doing it... "Come on, let's get that sample for you..." She carried me inside and went to a receptionist desk. "Hi, May I help you?" "Yes, I have an appointment for Cameron here," she said with a smile. I knew it was probably possible to easily tell I was a man underneath the clothes she had me in, but her flat out saying it sucked the air out of my lungs. "Last name?" "Harris," she said, "though I want it stored under both his original name, Cameron Sylvester, and Camille Harris." "Certainly," she said, "We can cross list it, though I will say that doesn't usually end up mattering once a cute baby girl like her is adopted!" Addison squeezed my back a bit tighter then to hug me. "Probably not, but we're going to go get her properly plumbed right after this, so I promised to save her a sample if she didn't scream her head off all day." "That's mighty nice of you," she said, finishing entering some data on her computer screen. "You already completed all of the rest of the information online. Someone will be back for you shortly." Addison carried me to a seat and I looked around at several couples sitting around, obviously waiting for appointments to help deal with fertilization issues. 'I'm probably the only one about to become infertile...' I sighed. Fortunately, we didn't wait long before a nurse came back and showed us to a room. "Okay, not much to this, Mommy?" she said to Addison. "Yes, I just adopted her yesterday. We're just collecting a sample before we go get her corrected." 'Corrected?!?' I wanted to scream, but sucked on the pacifier that had somehow found its way back into my mouth. "Okay, there's two ways to do this with a Little one like Cammie here. You can either go ahead and have her do it into a cup like an adult, or we can use this special milking machine that Bremmer industries has created." I looked over at the machine and gasped. It looked like some sort of horror movie torture device had mated with a cow milking rig. "I think we can manage with just the cup," she said looking at my face. "Very good, I'll leave here, you want to get as much as you can inside. Normally I would say go ahead and come back, but it sounds like that's not going to be an option. We should get enough from one sample though to be able to make a few attempts." "Thanks," Addison said as she took the small cup from her. There was a table sitting there that she sat me on and pulled the leggings and top off from me on. "Still dry, huh?" "I haven't drunk anything," I reminded her. "Stay here for a moment," she told me. "Don't move." I watched as she took the diaper bag and sat it outside the door. She came back in without any jewelry on for some reason, and pushed me down on my back and undid the tapes of the diaper. "I'm really sorry about this Cameron, I didn't want to do this..." I looked up at her in surprise, as that really sounded even more like the old Addy than I heard last night. "Then why...?" "My mom has everyone, the judge, the police, and half the state government, in her pocket. She's set it up to where they're monitoring at home, as well as I'm pretty sure that your diaper bag and my phone are listening devices too. I don't think there's anything I can do to get you out of this... she originally was going to make me do this, but then I convinced her to let me back out. But when I saw it was either I take you, or you go to an orphanage... I'm sorry, I couldn't let you get lost like that," she told me with tears streaming down her face. "My mom was going to just completely regress you to being an infant boy, complete with shrinking you right away, but I talked her into this girl option... It's the only way..." I sighed. "Get this diaper off of me and let me at least save something here... maybe someday you can emancipate me. She's gotta die someday..." She looked horrified at me for that, but got to work on the diaper. I couldn't get myself to do anything for several minutes on my own, so she began helping me out. We left there with a sample stored, but I didn't want to go to the next destination even as I felt mortified by the first! *************************************************** Chapter 35: Menus *************************************************** BETWEEN MY LEGAL cases, my time growing up below the mark, Beth's, and Meg's stories; I knew all about the adoption clinics, hospitals, and other options Bigs had to 'customize' their enslaved babies. I was a bit surprised really that we were at the University Hospital at Emerson right then. 'I thought they stopped doing procedures like this...' I thought to myself. Between the incident with Stacy and that daycare terrorist incident I thought this was over - at least in Greenville... I'd actually done some background research when we had to change the venue of the case, and as far as I could tell the administration for the University Hospitals was still against forcing unnecessary and unwanted procedures... Doctor Ivy Nickerson had vehemently spoken out about them on multiple occasions on the public record! Apparently that didn't extend to forceful gender changes? Addison appeared a moment later with the diaper bag over her shoulder, and unbuckled me from the seat. She held a pacifier in her hands with a clip that she attached to my top, and pushed the nipple into my mouth. "It's just a regular baby one," she assured me. I glared at her and resisted the urge to say something I would regret - especially with where we were. She placed me on her hip and carried me towards the hospital that was only two blocks from the chemistry lab we had met. 'Grandma was right...' I thought a bit sourly. Even knowing that Addison was in a forced situation here didn't make things any better. I was still about to have an unwanted surgery to completely change the body I'd been born with! She approached a receptionist desk that was about thirty steps inside the entrance. At the counter she placed me down on my butt, but kept an arm around me as she said, "Hi," to the receptionist. "Oh my, those leggings are sooo cute!!!" the receptionist said. "I know, right? I love the ruffles! They actually call the line RuffleButts!" The woman and Addison had a good laugh at that while I found myself getting more and more agitated. How could Addison possibly claim to be forced into this if she was having this good of a time?!? I bit my tongue though as the Addy said, "Miss Cammie has an appointment this morning - Camille Harris." I jolted again at the name. "I see her right here... Okay, here's a tablet. I need you to complete the information about your baby girl here. Just bring it up when you're done and we'll get someone to come out to get you." "Thanks," Addison said, picking me back up and grabbing the tablet awkwardly in her other hand. She walked a short distance to an open chair and sat down with me in her lap. It began with the standard request for medical information. Given we had dated for nearly four years, I wasn't surprised she had most of the information still memorized. She was about to skip past allergies. "I have an allergy," I told her around the pacifier. "Oh, what is that?" I explained the drug we'd tried to help with growing back my body hair caused a massive rash instead. "Just lucky that didn't work, huh?" she said with a squeeze of my body. "I'd hate to have to have that taken care of today too!" I glared at her for that, but she kept on going through the screens. She asked me for my family history information, cancer especially sucked to put down as it reminded me of my lost grandparents. 'At least Dad didn't live to see this...' I thought darkly. 'I'm pretty sure Grandma Suzy would have hopped right on board with these leggings that she's so proud of...' Eventually I noticed her come to screens that read 'Procedure Preferences.' "Finally, what we're here for!" she said with way too much glee for my tastes. I felt my stomach twist as I realized this screen was essentially a menu board of options to have changes made. Obviously, the gender option was one of the first changes she could choose. Incontinence was the very next set of options, and cruelly a Big could select either urinary, bowel, or both for their Little. Teeth removal was another choice that she could go for with the click of a radial button, and I could have no breasts or big breasts apparently. I cringed when I saw that even things like my fingernails could be altered, as the list went on and on and on! I noted that there was a height reduction setting that could also easily reduce me to a more manageable infant height if she wanted to. "Letting your baby girl see what Mommy has to choose from?" A woman nearby asked with her own tablet. Addison patted my head. "She already knows what I'm choosing, but I thought I'd let her see how much further we can take things down the road." "The greatest thing is that once you have this done you don't actually have to come back in here to make changes. Your pediatrician should be able to activate any additional changes you want," she told her. "Oh?" Addison said, "I didn't know that. Can just anyone make changes?" "Only if they have Mommy's permission with her password." "That's good at least," she told her. While she was talking to the woman, I noticed changes could be made to my circadian rhythm, my motor skills, and even my sex drive... I debated about filling it out for her with her attention diverted, but just sat patiently, and sucked on the damn silicone nipple in my mouth. The annoying thing was that it really felt kind of good to have it there... I'd developed a habit of sucking on pen caps a lot of times, and this was really just the original version of that habit! Dad had told me I wouldn't stop using mine until first grade. Since I should have been a Big, they hadn't taken it away from me before I was four, and then Mom dying meant Dad didn't have the heart to take it from me... Eventually they tired of talking and Addison got back to work. To my relief she put pretty much everything in states that they would be left alone, with the exception of my gender and my hair color. She selected red for the hair color, and must have heard me sigh. "What? If I have to have a daughter, I want her to look like she's mine!" she whispered. I sighed and clung to her as she carried me back up and turned in the tablet. The receptionist scanned through it quickly. "Umm... She hasn't been officially adopted by you yet?" "Well, I thought she had since the judge ordered it yesterday? Their offices are the ones who set this appointment up?" "Oh, but no chip yet?" "Umm... no, no chip yet." "You'll need to take care of that at the same time then. We're not allowed to do the nanite treatments on any unadopted Littles." She paused and smiled. "Or big Littles!" I turned my head into her neck then and just closed my eyes. I couldn't take any more of that woman! "The nurse can take care of the registration paperwork and her chip while she's out for the procedure, or they can do it before when she's awake. Which do you prefer?" "Let's do it during. I don't see any reason to make her feel pain she doesn't need." "Wish half of these mom's felt that way," the receptionist said, apparently agreeing with her. "More screaming than I care to listen to sometimes! It should just be a few more minutes," she told her. Addison carried me back to the chairs and I found myself nervously beginning to shake. With this treatment I would never be my father's son again... never be the man who asked Beth to marry him... my career was probably already over, but this would be the final straw since all of my degrees and qualifications would be listed under the name of a dead man. That day Camille Harris was going to be born, and Cameron would legally die. I bit down hard on the nipple of the pacifier in an attempt to center myself in any way. "What's wrong?" Addison started to ask. "Dumb question," she said. Instead of prodding she squeezed me tighter, placing my head in the crook of her neck and squeezing me tight. She rubbed my back softly and just sat silently with me while I shook like a scared animal. "Camille Harris?" A loud voice called. "Here," Addison said in a softer reply, standing up. "Mommy?" The voice asked. "Yes," she answered tentatively. "Let's get her back and set up for her procedure. You'll be able to stay with her the whole time today." "Good, she's terrified honestly." "Aww, it's okay Sweetie, we do this all of the time and we'll get you all taken care of and better in no time!" The nurse cooed. That did not make my anxiety any better! I could almost feel the drop of her footsteps seemingly increase as she followed whoever came for us to take us back. Eventually I heard. "Go ahead and get her dressed in this gown. You can leave her diaper on her, but everything else needs to come off." "Okay," Addison said. "There will be someone here shortly to finish taking her vitals before we get started." "Thanks..." Addison said. I had my eyes still closed as she sat me down. "Come on Cam, open those eyes up for me?" I shook my head. "I can't..." She sighed, and I hoped she knew just how unhappy I was with this forced fate of mine. Addison might not be the one ultimately behind all of this, but I considered her a partner in what was about to be done to me! "Come on Cameron, look at me," she said. At the sound of my real name, I looked up at her. "I really am sorry about this. If it was up to me, I wouldn't be going through with this, but this is happening by Judge Taney's order." I shrugged. "You could have driven me somewhere else you know." "Like where?" "Back to New Haven?" She shook her head. "I would have been arrested, and my mom would have gotten the court to let her have custody of you. I don't think you really want to be with Matty, do you?" I grimaced at that, the last time I'd seen the diapered Little things were not going so well. I felt tears go down my face. "There has to be another way..." She shook her head. "This was your best chance Cameron." She wiped her own eyes, with a little bit of mascara running. "Come on, let's get you in this hospital gown." I was pretty much a limp doll as she pulled the top off over my head, and then my shoes and leggings off of my legs. The gown wasn't as sterile looking as an adult gown, instead having bright pictures of animals spread about on top of the pink base color. Of course, it didn't really cover the diaper that well, and I found myself shivering with the cool temperatures of the room we were in. Rather than leave me in the small hospital bed with its low rails, she cradled me in her arms, dug in the diaper bag for a second, and wrapped a light purple blanket with yellow stars around me, before sitting down in a chair by the wall. In all of the time we had dated I had always felt smaller than Addison, but I'd never felt more babied than that moment. She squeezed me tightly as she held me to her body for several minutes with no one there. A curtain suddenly being yanked open drew my attention to a nurse standing there. "Ms. Harris, and Camille?" "That's us. This is Cammie," she told her. "What's Cammie's birthday?" Addison answered about my birthday in early September eerily quickly. "We need to go ahead and get her vitals. Can you come with me? You can leave her diaper bag there unless she needs a change." I felt Addison's intrusive hand then. "Nope all dry. We followed directions and haven't had anything to drink. Poor thing is probably really thirsty." 'I am, thank you for reminding me...' I wanted to say, but just bit down harder on the damn nipple stuck inside of my mouth. I would probably have spit it out by then, but again I knew too many cases of Littles being caught on camera demonstrating their Maturosis with 'misbehavior' in situations like this. Meg and Stacy had told me about when they had been taken to the adoption centers, and I had no desire to screw up with anything. 'I'm still hoping that David and Kendra find a way to come through for me,' I thought, 'But it looks like I'm going to have this done before any chance there...' We were soon in a little alcove that the nurse had her stand me on a scale at. "Let's see, one-hundred-and-thirty-five pounds... Let's get your height sweetie, just step back against here..." I followed her directions in the embarrassing hospital gown, knowing full well that my diaper might as well be fully on display, while thinking, 'when did I lose so much weight?' "Seventy-seven-and-a-half inches it looks like... does she need the half inch Mommy?" "Yes, give her the half-inch." Addison said. 'Inches,' I couldn't help but think. 'We weren't as far apart as we once thought, were we Beth?' I thought sadly. "Looking at her weight, it looks like she really needs to put a few pounds on?" "She said she was losing some weight in the last couple of years. But you're right, I think she took it a little too far." "She should be about one-eighty-five according to the charts. I would keep a close eye on it, usually once a cute baby girl like this is adopted the weight goes back to healthy numbers with a good mommy keeping track and feeding her better." "Well, I'll definitely be trying," she told her. I was picked back up by Addison feeling like a total bystander in my own body. I had no control left over myself now, and after the blood pressure cuff was removed, I knew I was another step closer to my new fate. "Mommy we need to get her temperature, which way would you prefer?" "Temporally please?" "We can do that," she agreed. "Most of our new mommy's prefer to be extra sure though with a rectal number?" I felt my stomach clench, it was probably inevitable that I was going to have a thermometer stuck up my ass. Meg and Stacy had mentioned it happened way too often to them! "I'm certain you'll be more than close enough with the temporal reading." I kept my eyes shut then as the woman pressed something against my head and took a reading. "Looks normal, and that's the last thing that we need to do here. You can keep her in your lap until the anesthesiologist gets here. Once he has her all hooked up Doctor Lindquist will perform the procedure. It only takes about a half-hour to complete then." "Thanks," Addison said softly as she left. She had sat back down with me in the chair, rewrapping me with the blanket as soon as my weight had been taken. "We're going to have to get some weight back on you sweetie. I thought it was odd I could see your rib-bones yesterday, but I didn't realize how much underweight you had gotten." "Neither did I," I told her softly around the pacifier. I hadn't weighed myself probably since Mr. Fehler appeared. 'I really didn't eat much then,' I admitted. Since knowing Beth's fate, I just worked and worked, skipping a lot of meals... Not really sleeping much either... "We'll need to get some pounds back on you no matter what happens," she told me. I looked up at her, wondering what that meant... A few minutes later the curtain opened again and a nurse was bringing in some equipment, and an IV stand. "Hi, I'm Doctor Kestner, I'll be Cammie's anesthesiologist," he said, extending a hand to Addison. "Let's get her down on this bed and we'll start getting her hooked up." I felt my heartrate race as they pulled up the gown and began sticking heartrate monitor stickers down everywhere it seemed. A few minutes later I was feeling tears going down my face as an IV port was poked into my arm. "Okay Mommy, you want to tell her goodnight? We'll let her keep her paci in her mouth for now until we start the nanites. Doctor Lindquist will administer them and then we'll get her brought back awake in no time!" I looked up at Addison, seeing tears going down her face too. I had to hope if I was stuck with her for the rest of my life as a daughter, she would at least take care of me... I had to believe she really didn't want this for me, and hope that she would at least be better than someone like her mom. "Cammie? Do you know your numbers?" I glared at him, but nodded. "Yes," I said around the pacifier. "I figured you were a smart little girl! Do you think you can count backwards out loud for me from one-hundred?" I sighed, but nodded. "One-hundred," I said. 'Growing up we found ourselves to be like, two peas in a pod. Together we grew' "Ninety-Nine," I said, still lucidly. 'to find that life was not to be alike. Inches, mere inches kept us from a view.' "Ninety-Eight," I could feel things kicking in. 'A dream to grow, a dream to be together. Inches, just inches, sent our paths askew.' "Ninety-Seven," I knew it was about over, my fate was sealed. 'May this be a token and a tether, For our memories of love, in inches.' "Ninety..." 'I love you Beth!' I thought wearily. I just heard a voice screaming. "WAAIII" before it all went dark. ******************************************************** Thanks for reading!!!! Please leave me a comment in the reviews to let me know you've read this, and what you thought! Thank you to those of you who have started doing so more often!!!