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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 51: Visitation *************************************************** THE NEXT MORNING, I found myself disoriented, as for the second time in a week I woke in an unfamiliar bed. Strong arms held me tight, and when I opened my eyes, I saw I was staring into Addy's open eyes. "Those eyes do open!" she cooed. "Ugh..." I closed them. That was a mistake because I didn't see the tickle attack coming then! "Stop..." I whined, knowing that seemed pointless. 'Why does everyone want to tickle me?!?' She squeezed me into a tighter hug. "Come on, since it's Mindy's day off, we're on our own for breakfast this morning. I'll make pancakes?" I smiled at that. "Chocolate?" "Of course!" she told me with a smile. I looked down as she gathered me into her arms, and realized I was dressed in yet another zipped up blanket sleeper. This one was a light green, and had a series of flowers embroidered on it around one of the more famous cartoon princess characters that kids seemed to like right then. I'd certainly seen the character on the clothes of many of those at the daycare, 'At some point I should ask what her name is...' I thought to myself. 'I've always avoided being around any of those shows...' I felt an intrusive hand grab at the diaper underneath it. She didn't say a word, so I knew she had found it dry, and she continued to carry me downstairs. I half-expected to be shoved into the highchair, but instead she just sat me down on my feet in the kitchen and walked to the fridge. I watched as she grabbed a container of Plapple juice, a sippy cup from a cabinet, and poured it inside. I took the cup from her. "Let's make sure you stay hydrated today Cam...mie, you lost a lot of fluids last night." I couldn't fault her reasoning and took a big sip from it, feeling surprisingly free right that moment. I found myself watching her as she pulled out a griddle, and began mixing up pancake batter. She'd learned an awesome pancake recipe as a kid from one of her family chefs that was to die for! They were fluffy, had chocolate batter, and chocolate chips inside of them. After a few minutes I became bored and decided I had some freedom, and I wanted to use it. I could just see a newspaper on the table, still rolled up. Even with her taller table I could still see across it and couldn't help my curiosity. I unrolled a rubber band from it as I noticed that she gave me a look, but went back to what she was doing without comment. I climbed on a chair and sat on my knees, opening the newspaper up. The front page made me surprised that I was being allowed to look at it! Corrupt Judge? (Greenville, Ames) - District Court Judge Lynn Taney is facing intense scrutiny and criticism over her actions in a case regarding alleged abuses that SafeFoods, Inc., and their subsidiary Serendipity Industries, are being accused of. The case of Fehler and Others vs. Serendipity Industries and SafeFoods, Inc. is seeking damages related to accusations that Mids and Littles were targeted for product testing of unsafe products. The products have allegedly reduced their mental and physical statuses to barely that of infants. Fehler's wife and daughter in particular were allegedly taken in by the testing scheme and have now suffered permanent losses of brain function, forcing them to require constant care for the rest of their lives. The case was in its opening days of testimony when Judge Taney allegedly began ruling in a controversial and unfair manner according to legal watchers. 'There's something not right when you strike testimony of a witness like she did...' Where the judge seems to have finally stepped over the line and received the most criticism, was her disregarding Attorney Cameron Sylvester's justified objections to the dismissal of the witness testimony. After he requested a change of venue, she declared him to be in contempt of court. 'It's not unheard of for a lawyer to get in trouble with a judge for arguing, but this was practically scripted the way it happened. The judge immediately declared him to be a victim of Maturosis and sentenced him to be sent to Little Protection Services and an orphanage. Mr. Sylvester, a Mid, was given a life sentence of babyhood without a trial!' his counsel Kendra Stein stated to us. 'It was absurd!' Since the sentencing, an emergency injunction was ordered by Supreme Court Ruth Jones until another judge, Justice Robert O'Connor of the Sixth Circuit Court of Appeals, could hear the case. On Thursday he ordered an injunction be continued against any physical modifications to Mr. Sylvester until the appeal of the Maturosis ruling takes place. Alone, this ruling would be unusual in most circumstances, but he also ordered that the Fehler case be moved to a new court. Judge O'Connor ordered that a new jury be selected, and evidence and testimony Judge Taney ruled against, admitted into evidence. Our investigations have shown that Judge Taney and Aubry Harris, the owner and CEO of SafeFoods seem to be close friends. Their frequent appearances together in photos at events, golf courses, tennis courts, and other shared country club activities, make it apparent Judge Taney is most likely not unbiased... "Here you go!" Addy said to me, showing me a stack of pancakes that she had carefully sliced up to preserve their appearance, before adding a healthy pile of whip cream as a smiley face to the plate of pancakes. "Thanks," I said, wanting to get through the rest of the article, but instead finding her setting it down on the table and lifting me into the high chair. A bib had just been added over my clothes when the gate intercom rang. "Who's here...?" she wondered aloud. I watched her go to the video panel and answered. "May I help you?" "Yes, this is Kendra Stein, I'm here for one of our court ordered observations." I watched her shoulders stiffen, but she said, "Of course! Drive on down." she turned around and fastened the tray to the highchair and sat the plate down, along with a smaller, but real, fork. "You might as well eat while I get her in here. Think she'd want pancakes?" "If she knows how good they are she'd be stupid to turn them down! No one makes them as good as you do!" She laughed. "You really should have had Chef Kline's before he left my family. He's the one who taught them to me - his were at least twice as good as mine!" I shrugged. "I think you're underrating yourself." "You haven't even taken a bite yet?" I did so quickly, making sure to get some of the chocolate syrup and whipped cream in the bite. "Mmmm..." The doorbell rang as she laughed. "I'd better go to the door. I'll be right back with her." I continued taking a few bites of pancakes as she greeted Kendra at the door, and I tried not to think of once again being seen like this by her. Littles that I've known have always said to never let an Amazon see you as being a baby... they never see you the same way afterwards. 'Would Kendra even still see me as an adult if she can free me?' I worried. I was chewing on a bit when they came in. "Hi Cameron," she said to me as normally as possible. "Hi Kendra." I finished chewing, blushing and trying to do the same. "You have to try her pancakes!" "Good?" she asked and narrowed her eyes a bit at them. "She used to make them when we were in college, they're the best ones I've ever tasted - and she's not lost any level of skill since then!" She looked a little perplexed right then, but said, "I guess I could try one? If you don't mind?" she said to Addy. "If you're going to be here you might as well. I was just about to cook the next batch when you came in." She walked to the stove, and I asked. "Is there a time limit on your visit?" She shook her head. "There's a minimum of an hour required, but no maximum for these visits." "Good," I told her with a smile. "Thanks for coming to check on me..." "Wouldn't have it any other way Cameron. David and I are going to get you out of this mess, but we can't do that if you get mentally regressed, or an order is violated on the physical modifications." "Did the final court date get set?" She nodded. "A week from this Wednesday he'll hear the case." I wanted to ask her more details about things, but there's a limit to what I knew she would trust saying around Addy... And, even though I felt she'd probably been honest with me, my fate hung in the balance of upsetting her own mother's plans. Knowing that cameras and other recording devices were present didn't help me feel free to talk either. "Is there a time I'll be able to meet with you guys beforehand?" "The hearing is set a couple hours before noon at Fourteen O'clock. We're asking that Miss Harris bring you to the court house to meet at 1000 hours." I nodded. "Hopefully that's enough time..." Addy reappeared then with a stack of pancakes for Kendra, while I went back to my own cooling stack. The bib was probably a good idea with the syrup and whipped cream definitely getting messy! I'd never been able to eat her pancakes without wearing at least a little bit of it! "These are exceptional," Kendra said, "I've never had anything this fluffy before!" "I know, right?" I told her while taking advantage of her looking at the pancakes to go pee and hopefully not have her notice what I was doing. "Thanks," Addy said. I could feel the tension build a bit more, and it got more awkward as I finished and worked on draining the sippy cup I had. When everyone was finished, I decided to break the ice. "How do you want to do this check?" I asked Kendra. "Well, I think the first thing that should happen is you need some new clothes - pajamas all day don't seem appropriate?" she smiled at me. "So I guess I can check out your room while Addy gets you dressed and ready for the day. Then I assume there's a playroom here for you?" I shrugged, but Addy nodded. "I want to inspect that room and make sure there aren't any hypnosis or regression toys mixed in the piles. I need to check the backyard and any play equipment there. I've seen you're being fed solid food, and being treated well there without any of those ridiculous extra restraints being used." she looked at Addy. "I'll be honest, I find your part of this farce very suspicious, and I don't trust you one bit, if nothing else because of your mom. That being said I do want to say thank you for not mistreating Cameron so far." Addy smiled. "I promise I don't want to hurt Cammie. Please remember you are under my roof though, and as of right now she is my baby according to the court. I would ask that you refer to her as such." Kendra looked torn, and looked at me. I shrugged. "Kendra you're the only one who has called me Cameron other than the judge since I was sentenced. If you want to go with the flow it won't hurt my feelings. It doesn't seem to be something worth getting into a fight over yet." She nodded. "Okay, Cammie." Addy came over then with a couple of baby wipes and I blushed as she wiped my face and hands clean before pulling off the bib that had gotten some chocolate and whipped cream on it. Kendra for her part seemed to be politely studying her phone instead of me! Before long I was hoisted onto Addy's hip, and Kendra followed us upstairs to my room. "No crib?" Kendra said in surprise as Addy laid me down on the changing table. "She chose the girl route, remember?" she unzipped the sleeper. "My plan was to let her wear Pull-Ups too, but you all got the injunction for the changes. That meant I had to go back to some of the other things on Judge Taney's orders to be in compliance until she has the adjustments - or you have her Maturosis ruling tossed out." She pulled my legs and arms free from the sleeper, leaving me only in a diaper that I had thoroughly drenched. "Any chance you could go pick out something from her closet for her to wear today?" "Umm... sure..." Kendra said awkwardly. While she was occupied in my closet, Addy ripped the tapes off the diaper and replaced it with a dry one as quick as she ever had. 'Is she actually trying to help my modesty?' I wondered. I wasn't knocking it, as she managed to have me dressed in the new diaper, before Kendra appeared with a bundle of yellow cloth in her hand. "This is so adorable!" Kendra cooed. Addy chuckled. "It is, isn't it? Good choice since she'll be outside at least a bit today." I watched as she gathered the yellow fabric up in her hands and could see some white flowers and green stems spread about the design, but I wasn't sure what it was yet. She laid me down on my back and pulled up my legs and bottom before sitting me up and maneuvering my hands through thin straps and some odd sleeve things that didn't cover any of my shoulders. Ten minutes later I got a look at myself with loose pigtails tied with matching ribbons, and my body covered in some weird romper that gathered at my waist with some elastic covered with a fake bow. The top was square, and with the exception of two very thin straps, left my shoulders completely exposed, and only the upper bicep just below my shoulder was covered by some weird short sleeve piece. There was a ruffle at the top, and with my hair done, there was no doubt that anyone seeing me would see 'girl.' I sighed. "Really?" I looked up at Kendra. "Should I have gone with a dress?" she smirked. "I don't like seeing you dressed like this against your will, but you do look exceptionally adorable like this. Might be able to win any jury over just with a smile..." I glared at her. "So... playroom? I haven't even seen that?" I looked at Addy. "Sure..." Addy walked ahead of me, with Kendra following us down the hallway away from her room a couple doors. Opening the door up she revealed a playroom that made anything I'd seen at the daycare pale in comparison! I felt my jaw drop a bit as I looked at a room that clearly had been the design of someone who wanted the ultimate playroom for a little girl! In the corner to my right sat a dollhouse twice the size of the one in my bedroom. Right next to it they had walled off part of the room to create a little mini-doll nursery, complete with an open door and window that led to the main room. Inside of the nursery area was a crib, changing table, high chair, stroller, and about every other accessory scaled to doll size. The room was actually one of two in a little mini-house on the floor next to a kitchen with a small toddler sized dining room furniture set. The ceiling was only a bit over seven- feet tall in that area, because they had built an additional level above it that you could reach by a ladder or a rock-climbing wall. From the ground I couldn't really see much up there, but I could just make out that there were some pillows and a cushy sitting area up there, and a twisted slide came from the top down to the floor. The floor itself seemed to be an incredibly cushy rubber that could catch a fall without injury. The mini-playhouse section of the room took up one side of the wall, but left plenty of room for a huge parapet looking windowed seating area looking out back. Cushioned benches sat beneath tall windows with alternating-colored cushions and curtains to bring out the curved nature of the nook. Next to that area were shelves and shelves of picture books, children's novels, and even some fiction by Little authors. It was all decorated to look like a preschool area though with the ABCs of the alphabet cut out in different shapes. Painted pictures showed examples like 'A is for Apple' plastered in the area. Another section next to that, closest to the door on my right, was full of building toys, trains, and cars, that traditionally would have seemed more appropriate for a boy than the girl the rest of the room was clearly designed for. Numbers and little math problems like '2+2=4' were plastered around that area. Some manipulating toys lined the walls in places, along with little chalkboard areas for drawing. "If I was actually a little girl this would be amazing..." I found myself saying aloud by accident. "Geeze... You didn't go half into this project, did you?" Kendra seemed to agree. "I actually have been working on this room for years..." Addy admitted. "It's beautiful," I complimented her. "Thanks," she said to me. I couldn't see myself playing with anything right then, but I could admire the work she had put into the room. "Go ahead and look around," Addy told Kendra. I found myself picked up by Addy then and placed up inside the second story of the playhouse. Lots of pillows, cushions, and exceptionally thick carpet made for a little cozy mini-room I actually wouldn't mind reading a book inside! I watched from there then as the two of them went through the room. When Kendra seemed satisfied that the room didn't have any regression toys hidden, she said, "This looks fine... amazing really," she complimented her again. I chose that moment to ride down the slide to rejoin them. It wasn't the tallest slide, but I did have to resist a giggle because it was kind of fun to go down on! I managed to look serious as I followed them around the rest of the house on a more thorough tour than I had received. Spare bedrooms, her office, a workout room, a craft room, and some storage rooms were shown to Kendra before leading outside to the backyard. "Oh my God, I thought the playroom was over the top cute!" she laughed. "Your pool is magnificent!" "Thanks," Addy said, "We had a boring old-fashioned one at my house growing up. I always wanted a themed one as a little girl. I decided when I built this house to make my wish come true." "You certainly did..." she told her. The playground area that I had yet to even really look at was looked over next before she asked Addy. "May I have ten minutes alone to talk with Cam...mie?" She nodded. "You?re welcome to talk here," she said pointing to a shaded table near the play area. "Thanks," she told Addy. "I?ll bring her back inside when we?re done." "Great," she said with a smile towards me. When she was going through the inside door. "I?m not sure we can talk here," I told Kendra. "I?m sure we can?t, but I just want to show you something," she said. I watched as she opened up her briefcase and pulled a tablet out, and then added a weird set of black nylon wall attachments to it. "Don?t reply verbally to anything, just take a look at this," she pressed some buttons and handed me the device, covering my head with a hood to prevent any cameras from seeing information on the device. ?We had to do this once before...? I remembered. We were representing a little who shouldn?t have been adopted, and it was the only way we could show him information from his case without his ?mommy? overhearing it. She'd placed far fewer video and audio recording devices than I thought were probably around here. I pressed a button and could see the information. Cameron, We?ve taken care of some things that we?re not going to quite tell you about so if they manage to hypnotize you, they won?t be able to use you against us in this case. We know you said you think you?re probably safe from it, but there is going to be a major attempt to derail our case. They?re planning... I read the rest and sighed as I typed a couple bits of information to them too and handed everything back to Kendra. "That?s going to suck..." I told her quietly. "Yeah," she agreed. "I hope you?re right." "Me too..." *************************************************** Chapter 52: Prison Yard *************************************************** THE REST OF Sunday and Monday I felt like Addy turned the mommy treatment back up quite a bit. She wasn?t intentionally demeaning... but she definitely acted like I was her actual preschool aged daughter. She insisted I try out the play equipment outside after Kendra left, watching me use the slide, climb the climbing wall on the swing set, pushing me on the swing, and even teaching me to play hopscotch. We?d finished the afternoon in the pool, before insisting I play in my playroom for an hour that evening before bed. I would love to say it distracted me from what I had learned from Kendra... but it certainly hadn?t. I?d filled her in with a comment on her document about what she said the effects of the products had on Beth, her mom, and the others. I went to bed on Sunday night having only nursed from Addy at bedtime. I was beginning to wonder if she had second thoughts on making my continence disappear like that. Monday was more of the same from Sunday, but she insisted on playing ?tea party? with me for a while in the morning, playing dress-up with some costumes all afternoon, and then let me have some time on my own to read in the top of the indoor playhouse once Mindy had again taken off for the day. That evening she?d had another rum and coke while we watched a movie, and all I wanted to do was steal her drink instead of drinking the stupid baby bottle of Plapple juice I?d been stuck with! ?I am going to get so drunk if I ever get out of this...? I thought to myself morosely. I was especially thinking that as I was carried by Addy inside the daycare the next day. "Hi, I?m here to drop off Cammie?" "Oh... Hi Miss Harris!" the receptionist turned her smile way up at recognizing her. "Do you want to go ahead and take her to her room yourself? After the first day we usually let parents do so if they want?" Addy looked at me, and then said, "You know what, I?d like that! I can see her classroom for myself this way." "Certainly! You?re just going to go down that hallway, Miss Crystal?s room is labeled and to the right and has a lot of bunnies on the door." "Thanks," Addy said. She bounced me up and down. "I bet you?re excited to see Miss Crystal again, huh?" "Not really..." I muttered aloud. It was my first day back to daycare since Addy had epically ripped Kristin apart and sentenced her back to diapers... ?Is she still wearing them?? I wondered. I didn?t know if the daycare was open on the weekends, ?so that would mean this would only be her second day of the minimum three days? And it sounded like it was really going to be at least three weeks,? I smirked at that. Addy easily found her way to Miss Crystal?s room and knocked on the door. "Hi, I?m here to drop off Cammie?" "Oh, hi again Miss Harris!" she sounded nervous. "We?re happy to have Miss Cammie back with us!" "I?m not happy about leaving her again, but I need to go into the office today. You have all of her notes still, right?" she said, adding. "I really want to make sure there aren?t any misconceptions on how she is to be cared for?" "Yes ma?am, we do have them, and I?ll make sure that we follow them to the letter. By the way this is Miss Andrea, she is taking over little Kristin?s old spot." ?Little Kristin?? I wondered. A college aged woman came over at the sound of her name. "Oh, aren?t you just a cutie?!?" she squealed at seeing me. I was wearing a pair of pink denim shortalls that day, with a yellow t-shirt that had lacy frills along the collar and sleeves. The bib of the overall hid the cartoon character that claimed I was the ?cutest pwincess eva? in childlike scrawl on the t-shirt below. I had shaken my head at Addy with it, but I knew it had some value as camouflage. I was soon left in my temporary day prison, while she took off to work on whatever awful plans her company had now. I looked around the room and saw Gracie sitting with a stacking toy in front of her. Seeing an unused shape sorting toy next to her on a cabinet I grabbed it and sat down beside her and sat it in front of me. I watched though as she seemed to be seeing how many permutations she could come up with. At that moment she had the smallest ring on the bottom, put the biggest next, second smallest, and was working her way up to the top. I opened the sorting toy and placed the pieces beside me before closing it. "You?re back?" she asked me. I shrugged. "Seems like this will be my regular day prison?" She nodded. "There are worse. So far this week has been better without Miss Kristin around." I smiled at that. "Glad to hear that!" "Did you have something to do with that?" "Mommy wasn?t happy that she stole my clothes and made me have a blowout." She giggled. "She did that to everyone all of the time!" "She did it to herself too," I smiled. She giggled. "I know that she was messy when she came in here, but she was in and out so quick we couldn?t really see. Some of the other Littles thought we had to have been delusional." "How do you know about it then?" I asked. "Oh, she came back in her blowout onesie to finish off the rest of the day, and told us goodbye as we were picked up," she smiled. "Everyone talked to each other on the playground yesterday too ? I?m pretty sure the whole school knows." I smirked at that. "Serves her right..." "Oh Gracie, you?re supposed to put these in order of size, silly girl!" Miss Andrea came over to ?help? Gracie. Her appearance stifled any real conversation while we waited for ?circle time? to begin again. When it was time to gather, I was no longer the complete ?newbie? so I followed everyone to the carpet and sat down. "Aww, Cammie it?s so good to have you back here!" Miss Crystal said, "You should be able to join in more now, huh?" She started the ?Good morning? song. Good morning, good morning.? How are you today?? Good morning, good morning.? I?m happy let?s play. I sighed and followed the lead of Gracie and the other Littles, content to behave and deal with demeaning myself for another week until my appeal. As I stretched down as part of the song, I could feel every bone in my back crack! For the next half-hour or so we were led in songs, taught about the letter ?K?, and even taught how to count to ten! Amazing accomplishment for the genuine toddlers we were grouped with... We were taught that day all about the difference between the ?Kids? and the ?Littles? in the classroom too. Being taught that the ?kids? would grow up big and strong to fly ?kites,? while the littles would forever be playing in our play kitchens instead. I was not surprised to find out that the schedule was the same as it had been on Friday, and there was a certain comfort in at least knowing what was coming now. We were out at the playground playing on the slides together with a couple other classes for just a few minutes when ?Mikey? came up and pushed me. "Why?d you push me?" I asked the shorter man. "You?re nothing but a sissy baby!" "You think I chose to dress like this?" I asked him, laughing. "You?re nothing but a helper I bet!" I looked at the man and thought of how last week he?d been bound up, abused by Kristin, and who knows what other abuse heaped on him at home. I knew nothing of how he came to be in this position, but I was uncharitably beginning to think he might be one of the few Littles who deserved it! "Whatever," I said and walked away to climb the steps. Just before I reached the top of the steps to go down the slide, I felt my white Velcro tennis shoe grabbed. I looked down just in time to grip harder as Mikey began to try and rip me off of the slide! I was a foot-and-a- half taller than him, but he must have been a weightlifter before being adopted, because he was pulling me harder than I could hang on! Thinking quickly, I did a backflip off of the ladder and felt him release my foot. I was getting ready to run to find a teacher, when I caught the glint of something metallic and pointy in his hand. The small object probably wouldn?t have been hard to hide in his shoe or a pocket, but the needle sticking out of it looked menacing. "What?s that...?" I asked as I stayed facing him and tried to back up to get into view of the teachers. Several Littles around us had frozen in place and were watching to see what was happening. "Something someone asked me to give you to help you adjust better..." He said as he suddenly lunged towards me with the needle. My mind froze the scene in front of me as I realized I was in real danger here! I didn?t know what the needle contained, but it sounded like it was going to do the job the courts had forbidden! He clearly expected me to jump back as he lunged, but instead I felt old teaching from childhood, and Stacy?s occasional lessons, kick in. I closed in on him and managed to grasp his wrist with my bigger hand. He was a foot-and-a-half shorter than me, so I had a severe advantage as I twisted his arm behind his back and pushed him to the ground. "Let go of him!!!" An angry giant Miss Crystal shouted at me. "He attacked me! He has a syringe or something in his hand..." I told her. She looked disbelievingly. "Camille Harris! Let him go, now!" "I will as soon as you come grab this needle from his hand." I told her holding the hand out towards her. Her eyes widened then, as she grabbed for it. "What is this Mikey? Did you find this in the playground?" "No Miss Crystal, it was Cammie?s, she asked me to poke her with it." Once the hand was emptied, I got off of him and immediately had another teacher grab me and begin to take me over her knee. "We do not fight!" she said as she started to try and pull my shortalls buckles off. "Wait!" I heard Miss Crystal say. "We cannot spank her Jane!" "I don?t care, she was just about to beat up on this poor boy who?s half her size!!!" "No!" she said again. "We can?t afford to..." The woman however continued to try and manhandle me, having pulled the buckles off now. Miss Crystal fearing for her own job let go of Mikey and tried to grab me from the other woman. In the process I was flipped back forward and watched as Mikey tried to grab the syringe from Miss Crystal?s hand that had dropped down. In the process he accidentally stabbed himself with it, and just as another large hand yanked me from the teacher who wanted to spank me, he squealed. "No!!!!!!!" Both adults stopped right then as they realized the needle was an auto- injector pen that had fully unloaded its contents into the smaller man?s hand. "No!!!!!" he cried out. I found myself suddenly released and I watched the man in horror as his whole body trembled and spasmed! He seemed to clearly be in pain as he screamed while whatever was in the pen began working on him. His legs were one of the first things I noticed ? it seemed like he was shrinking, because the shorts he was wearing seemed to grow closer to the ground. That continued for a moment before they fell all the way off, revealing a sagging diaper that also soon fell when skinny hips and legs were no longer the right size to support the larger garment. "No!!! I?m supposed to be big after this!!! She promised!!!!" He began wailing then uncontrollably as the skinny legs buckled, and he fell onto his hands and knees. He angrily glared at me with his mouth opened, and I watched in horror as he began coughing and spitting out dozens of white teeth onto the ground in front of him! His bladder and bowels both released then, making everyone including the teachers step back to avoid the splash zone. He fell to the ground then and lay on his back crying. The changes were still occurring though, as we watched his genitals recede inside of his body, and he soon looked like he was smaller than Bella and Stacy, and very much like a newborn baby with a thin shock of brown hair, no teeth, and wailing loudly in an infant?s voice! I looked at Miss Crystal who looked at the pen she held. "Where did you get this?" she asked me. "I told you, he was trying to stab me with it. I just managed to catch his wrist in time..." "We?re going to need to get him to the nurse," the other worker said. "And probably take this one to the director..." Miss Crystal said towards me. "Why don?t I take her instead?" I heard a voice and saw Doctor Dannigan, the therapist. "What for?" "You don?t think she really had anything to do with this, do you?" Miss Crystal looked at me and shook her head. "So I would say more than anything she probably needs somewhere quiet to process things. I?ll take her back to my office ? I was coming for her anyways." I looked up at her suspiciously at that. Miss Crystal looked doubtful, but right then the wailing of Mikey seemed to send her into thinking it was a good idea. "Okay, don?t forget her lunch isn?t too long from now?" "It?s still an hour from now, right?" "That?s about right." "More than enough time!" She carried me into the building and didn?t head directly for her office, instead she went to the classroom and dug out one of the bottles with my name labeled on it. "Let?s get you something to drink while we chat!" she said. The entire time she carried me to her office I sat nervously waiting for the next attempt I knew was coming. No one had known Mikey was going to attack me, but Kendra had known something was up with the former nest mother. My first visit with her had been innocuous enough, but this one was likely to be anything but. She opened her door and said, "Why don?t you try sitting in this for a few minutes, nurse that baba, and see if you can relax after that near disaster?" As she sat me down I had just enough time to realize that the odd egg- shaped chair was a large version of some of the baby swings I?d seen before. I was strapped in with a five-point harness, and she said, "Now why don?t you just sit and enjoy some quiet, I know how loud those daycare rooms get ? and most adults aren?t used to that much noise! Just to make sure you can have that solid quiet, let?s put these headphones on you." "Umm... I don?t like this, please don?t!" I tried arguing, but she had the headphones on me and I noticed a screen on a TV opposite the chair turned on. Knowing the hypnosis attempt was coming, and seeing it happen without an ability to fight it, were two completely different things. I was holding out every bit of hope that what I was about to be shown would be counteracted by Stacy?s programming years ago! The screen began swirling in a psychedelic set of colors as the sound around me was completely cut off. The sound of a bubbling stream of water or something, along with a regular repeating sound like a heartbeat started coming through my ears. The screen itself began resolving itself into word patterns that I could see a weird tint to. I hoped that the filter applied to my ears too as I began to hear. "What do little birdies do?" Over and over again the words came across the screen. "Birdies fly," and then another. "Birdies go poopy!" "I heard a little birdie went poopy!" it said. "Be a little Birdie and go poopy!" From everything I could see, the video seemed intent on making me poop my pants if I was given a trigger phrase. I had been warned that this part was likely coming, but I don?t think Kendra believed I could avoid it being set to trap me. Deciding that she probably would want some action to prove her hypnosis suggestions were taking hold, I squeezed my bowels as hard as I could and forced some poop to come out into the diaper. "Birdies like poopy..." the suggestions began. I was growing bored of this farce, but fortunately didn?t have to wait long before the screen turned off and the headset was lifted. "How are you feeling baby?" she asked me while wrinkling her nose. "I guess the time was well spent, it smells like you left a nice little egg in your diapee for me like a good little birdie!" I nodded dumbly and held onto her as she carried me to the changing table in her office. She laid me down and went across my chest with the safety strap before unsnapping the crotch of the pants of my outfit, undoing the onesie beneath it, and then reached the diaper. "What a good little baby birdie!" she cooed at me. "I?m looking forward to years of playing with you!" I looked blankly at her and only reacted when she tickled me. "Hmm... Have to adjust your program after your case. Need you to act a lot happier!" She shook her head thinking I must have been in some sort of daze as she lifted my legs up and wiped my butt with a few baby wipes. "Always dreamed of getting you into one of these like your friends!" Since she seemed to be under the impression that I was supposed to be fairly out of it still, I didn?t react much as she carried me back towards the cafeteria and sat me in an empty seat at the table with the bunnies. "All better?" Miss Crystal asked her nervously. "Should be, just needed some quiet time. What happened with Mikey?" "Well... her mommy said her new name is going to be Persephone... They put her in the newborn room with Miss Lindsey." "Worth checking on her?" "You can, but she?s not going to be saying much." Right then my attention was removed from the teachers and directed across the room where the preschoolers were all eating on their own at their more mature seats. I could see Kristin was standing there. One of the other teachers had pulled her dress up to expose her diaper and was having an animated discussion with the Director. "You see this? She?s pooped her diaper again! She didn?t even ask about using the potty!" "You said I..." "I said you had to wear diapers for the three weeks, not that you had to use them you silly little girl. Guess there?s no reason to even give you the option anymore." "Doctor Chester I think it?s time for you to move her to another room. Our kids are all potty trained and are just getting distracted and confused by this big baby." "Where would you recommend that I move her to?" "She?s going to be too big for all of the rooms, but how about one of the other toddler rooms? I don?t think she?s really capable of being a staff member much longer?" "You may be right... Come on baby, let?s go get your baby diapee all nice and changed before we put you down for a nap in Mommy?s office..." "But I?m not a Little!!!!!" she began having a temper tantrum. "I have my own babies!!!" "Oh, sweetie, you?ll still have dollies, but I?ll take care of getting your baby girls a better home to stay in..." ?Wow... they eat their own...? I couldn?t help but think as I was given a plate with cut up peanut butter and jelly sandwich pieces on it. ?What?s going to happen to Tyler?? I wondered. I ate the sandwich pieces and wondered what else I was going to see over the next week until my hearing... *************************************************** Chapter 53: Birdies *************************************************** I HAD BEEN curious what would happen when Addy came to pick me up. If she had been in on the plot to shrink me, I figured that there would have been some shock at my still being my size. Instead, she didn?t display any knowledge of what had happened as she picked me up that day. Somewhat suspiciously to me, they didn?t try and tell her that I?d had a ?traumatic? day or anything either... Out in the car she buckled me in, and unless she was a very good actress, seemingly didn?t have a clue about my day! After dinner I asked, "Mommy, can we go swimming?" She gave me a surprised look, but said, "Sure Princess! Let?s go get dressed." We floated in the open part of the pool for a bit before making our way to the waterfall nook again. "What?s wrong?" she asked. "Besides everything?" I glared at her. "Do you know what happened to me today at that daycare?" "Something happened? They didn?t tell me something happened?!?" She seemed genuinely clueless at that point. I wasn?t about to tell her about my immunity to hypnosis, so I skipped that part and only spoke about the playground. "A Little tried attacking me out on the playground with an autoinjector..." I filled her in and watched her face turn ashen first, and then red with anger as I told the story. "So, if I?d been injected..." "You?d be nothing but a tiny fake infant..." I nodded. "I can?t believe they didn?t tell me about this!!!!" she practically screamed. "Do you think my mother was responsible?" I shrugged. "Seems like the most likely suspect to me, but he didn?t say who the ?she? was." "Well... no way in Hell you?re going back there before next week! I love having you in my life again, but I do not want you turned into some mindless baby!!!" That earned a hug from me, and the two of us soon had to pretend life was sort of normal. She did call the daycare and chewed out Doctor Chester loudly in front of me. The notification that she was fired was included in that call! The incident freaked her out enough that she decided to skip the meetings her mom wanted her at that next week leading to the hearing. Her mom had been pissed, but she had instead spent the time with me at home, shopping, and even a trip to the movies one day to see a regular film. She?d dressed me a little more mature again for that outing so no one would think I was being babied unless they saw the diaper underneath the skirt of the dress that I was wearing. Instead of being seen as an overly large baby that day, I had just looked like a very flat chested Mid ? not a completely uncommon sight. Even though I was feeling absolutely embarrassed at being babied, hating the diapers, and hating the Little treatment in general; I did have to admit that it was nice to have a human connection again. Being with Addy like this wasn?t the same, but she wasn?t actively trying to make my life miserable. If she didn?t need to do something like breastfeed me to appease her mother, she wasn?t doing it. The worst times were when Mindy was around since she expected me to be breastfed after every meal and before naptimes... She was very insistent about making sure that Addy was being a good mommy! We got around that some by getting out of the house during the day and going other places instead of hanging out at home. Finally, the day of my Maturosis Appeal was upon us, and to my surprise apparently her mother had suggested through her attorney that she should dress me in a suit and tie like I normally wore for court. I figured she had a nefarious plan when she insisted to Addy that I should also be dressed in my normal style of underwear as well. It was the first time I had been out of a diaper in two weeks, and I did feel a little bit of apprehension that I might have lost some of my muscle toning already. I?d had clients and friends before that had suddenly been put back in real underwear, just to fail so their parents could justify the diapers... I made sure to use the bathroom before I met with David and Kendra for our pre-trial session! We had discussed motions and the presentation of the case for a few hours before another bathroom break, and then heading into the courtroom. I couldn?t help but note that while I felt much more confident and normal, my clothes were definitely stiffer and not as soft as those I?d been wearing the past weeks. "Ready for this?" Kendra asked me as we sat down at the bench. I shrugged. "As ready as I?ll ever be. It?s like dealing with a death penalty case... problem is it?s my death that would be happening..." I said morosely to her. She squeezed my shoulder just as the judge walked in. "All Rise!" I heard as Judge O?Connor walked in. "Hear Ye, Hear Ye, Hear Ye, The Court of Appeals for the 6th Circuit Court is now open according to law. The Honorable Justice Robert O?Connor presiding." "You may be seated," he told everyone. The bailiff stood and said, "The first case on today?s docket is Case number 61584903 Sylvester, Benson and Stein, and Harlan Law School vs. State of Ames, SafeFoods, and Harris." "We began this case two weeks ago on an appeal of the ruling of Maturosis of Mr. Sylvester, who I see is dressed more appropriately to his past status? Mrs. Stein I believe we had said we had to abide by the mother?s wishes on clothing?" "Miss Harris dressed our client like this today, Your Honor. It?s a kind gesture that we do appreciate." "Fair enough. Keep in mind that should any accidents happen outside of protective undergarments; it would be a severe strike against your clients Maturosis status?" "Duly noted, Your Honor," she replied. "Today we have a representative from SafeFoods, who is also being contracted by Little Protective Services, supporting the ruling of Maturosis. I will allow for a fifteen-minute opening statement, consider the witnesses that have been requested, and then we?ll take a recess for lunch before continuing with arguments through this afternoon. Keep in mind everything about this case is highly unusual in my opinion, and I will not tolerate shenanigans." "Yes, Your Honor," all of the lawyers responded. "Very well, Mr. Johnson?" I sat quietly as he began his opening argument supporting the motion that I was in need of extra care. In addition to reading the court reporter?s transcript to demonstrate that I was rude in court, he also showed a picture of the dirty wipe that had been pulled from my butt when Aubry was diapering me. He proceeded to then show a video of the ?fight? from the daycare a bit over a week ago. The odd thing to me was that it didn?t even seem to be nanny cam footage, more like someone was standing at the edge of the playground and recording. It was cut in such a way to put me in a negative light like I had instigated everything. More footage was shown of my two blowouts I had experienced, as well as an embarrassingly accurate pink princess themed star chart with the number of wet and messy diapers I?d gone through each day. I was sure that it was more embarrassing watching it in my suit than it would have been in a frilly dress with a wet diaper underneath! Thankfully their time was up for that phase and Doctor Chester and Miss Crystal then both testified that I was a ?needy? individual who clearly fit in better with the students of their daycare than I would in a courtroom. Miss Crystal in particular spent time talking about my blowout while I was sleeping, and that clearly, I was in need of diapers and care. She actually looked at me with concern since I was sitting there without one on. "Doctor Nancy Dannigan," was called to the stand next. I found it quite interesting that the daycare workers were their lead witnesses. Not surprised, but definitely interesting. Aubry Harris was showing too many of her cards in my opinion. She was sworn in, and the questioning began. "Doctor Dannigan, please tell us about your background?" "I hold a PhD in Clinical Psychology, with an emphasis on Little Psychology. I have been practicing for three years now." "Your thesis work was based specifically on diagnosing Maturosis and aiding afflicted individuals with transitioning healthily to their new lives, correct?" "Yes, I began my work during my master?s program at Emerson where I was a Residential Assistant for one of the Littles dorms. I discovered I had a passion for the field and was fortunate that Emerson had such an amazing psychology program." "Indeed, it does!" Henry said smugly. "We need to keep this brief for the time of the court, so I want to first ask you what characteristics you typically see in a patient with Maturosis?" "Certainly! There are traditional symptoms that most people tend to focus on with potty issues. One of the earliest symptoms of Maturosis is an individual having accidents in their sleep, daytime accidents, or even in some cases choosing to use their pants instead of asking to use the potty. Most people tend to dwell on that one alone, but there are other symptoms that we look for as well including anxiety, depression, and difficulty controlling outbursts of emotion." "Thank you for that succinct description. As an expert in your field, do you believe Mids can have cases of Maturosis as well as Littles?" "Certainly! It?s almost as common with them really as with Littles, but we see more of a stigma of treatment for those individuals because they?re taller. I even know of a few rare cases of Bigs being diagnosed with this disorder as well." "You have had a chance to meet and observe Camille Harris, also known as Cameron Sylvester, correct?" "Yes, I was able to observe Cammie for several hours remotely, and met with her twice for therapy at the daycare she was enrolled in by her mommy." "Does she demonstrate the symptoms?" I felt my face grow red as she nodded. "Most certainly! Pretty much every symptom has been observable in Cammie?s case. It started with her outburst towards Judge Taney. Soon after that she was using diapers without ever asking for a chance to use the potty at the daycare." ?This is going to be tough to get past...? I worried. A hand touched my shoulder reassuringly, and I realized Kendra probably planned for this testimony. I listened to her going on for the next ten minutes about all of the times I presented symptoms in her presence, as well as an overview of my probably legitimate problems. "In total I believe that Cammie?s early loss of her mother, recent orphaning with the deaths of all of her close relatives, and failed engagement to a Little who also clearly suffers from a more severe case of Maturosis, led to his developing a chronic case of his own." "Thank you Doctor," Henry Johnson said as he concluded questioning. "Do you have any questions for Doctor Dannigan, Mr. Benson? Mrs. Stein?" "Not at this time, Your Honor," David said to my surprise. "We do wish to reserve the right to recall her at a later time though." "Of course. Mr. Johnson, you have one remaining witness you?ve requested?" "Yes, Your Honor, we would like to call Cameron Sylvester to the stand." "Your Honor?" David said then. "This is a perfectly reasonable witness to call," Johnson argued. "Objection! We have concerns that this violates Mr. Sylvester?s rights, Your Honor," Kendra said beside me. "Your client may invoke his right to remain silent of course," Judge O?Connor said, "But he loses a valuable opportunity I believe to tell his side?" Kendra looked at me and I shrugged. "Withdrawn," she said. I stood up and was sworn in before being questioned. ?It?d be nice to have a recess here soon... I really could use a bathroom,? I thought as the questions began. "Your name?" "Cameron Sylvester," I told Henry, curious to see where he was going to go with things. "Chronological age?" "I?m twenty-eight years old," I responded. "Former profession?" "Well, my current profession is a lawyer." "You realize that a diagnosis of Maturosis disqualifies you from the bar association?" "Only if it?s upheld," I smiled. "And just why wouldn?t it be? Clearly the past few weeks you have behaved as a healthy baby girl?" "It shouldn?t be upheld due to the clear criminal misconduct that was involved in getting that diagnosis. And don?t take my compliance with the treatment as a sign I need it, I was simply not fighting it because it would have been more cause to continue labeling me with Maturosis, wouldn?t it? The daycare room I was placed in didn?t even have a potty to have as an option to use if I?d asked." "Your Honor, the witness is being combative?" "You were the one who called him, Mr. Johnson, and you did ask the question. Move on." I looked at Henry?s facial expression and could tell he was annoyed. Clearly, he hadn?t expected to have to put up with me. "Since you have been diagnosed with Maturosis you have had an accident in your sleep, correct?" "I wouldn?t fully label it as an accident. I was poisoned by one of the daycare workers ? something that resulted in that worker nearly being terminated." He scowled. "You pooped so bad in your sleep that it went out of the diaper, a blowout, correct?" "Between the laxative she fed me with a sleeping agent, and the breastmilk in the bottle, I was unconscious as my body processed that, yes." "Is that the sign of a mature adult?" "I don?t know of many adults who have been forced to take that? Maybe you could undergo the same treatment to determine how a mature adult would show that?" "Mr. Sylvester," the judge said, "You are being borderline combative now." "My apologies, Your Honor, I was merely making a suggestion for an experiment since Mr. Johnson is clearly known as an adult?" I looked up at the judge and saw a twitch of a smile that he tamped down. "Clearly," he said, "Mr. Johnson, move on?" "Mr. Sylvester, is it true that you were engaged to Elizabeth Fehler?" I stiffened, but nodded. "Yes, I was engaged to her until she was irreparably damaged by a client of yours through an unethical testing scam." "Your Honor?" "My apologies," I said, "Yes, I was engaged to her." I squirmed a bit, thinking I really could use a bathroom soon. ?Has my control gone that quickly?? I wondered. "Is Ms. Fehler a fellow Mid?" "No, she?s considered a Little by two inches." "A Little currently treated as an infant, and previously given a Maturosis ruling here in Ames?" "She is..." He interrupted. "And one whom you have had intercourse with?" "She was emanc..." "You know having sex with a minor is illegal, correct?" "She was emanci..." "Your Honor, Mr. Sylvester is admitting guilt here. I request the ruling of Maturosis be reinstated fully?" "Hold your horses Mr. Johnson! Mr. Sylvester, care to explain without his interruptions?" "Thank you, Your Honor," I said, hoping I could get out of this without admitting to our first time. "I grew up with Beth living a few houses down from me. She went to college with me at Emerson and I never ever had considered dating her because of my own fear of being seen as a Little. During our first weeks of college, she ended up offering herself up to Student Services instead of demeriting out. Sadly I only realized when she had done that that I had secretly loved her all of those years. As you mention she became a minor, and was sentenced to significant modifications in order to return home with her dad instead of the random rich woman who paid the university for her. Years later when the restrictions lifted, her dad helped her to grow back up, and we spoke here in Ames frequently. While I went to law school her dad moved with her to New Albany and helped her earn a degree from a community college, and the State of New Albany granted her emancipation. She came to visit me, surprising me with that document, and then I asked the love of my life to marry me." "I heard a little birdie said you did have sex with her though?" I saw him smirk, and Aubry Harris who was sitting in the courtroom now also smirked. I could just hear the voice, ?I heard a little birdie went poopy! Be a good little Birdie and go poopy!? ******************************************************** I really appreciate those of you who have been commenting! Please leave me a quick note in the reviews just to let me know you?re reading and what you?re thinking! I will be posting the rest of this book this week in four remaining posts. I?m currently thinking it?ll be in the Tuesday night rollover, Thursday, Friday, and the final on the Saturday evening set. (So look out on Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday) Thanks again for reading!!!