Seems Too Good to be True (Diaper Dimension)

by: Baby Sofia | Complete Story | Last updated Dec 19, 2021

Chapter 15

“WHAT?” SHE ASKED. Then I saw her take a sniff, “Oh, is my baby Holly Bear messy and needs a change?”

I glared at her, “Yes I have a sh… poop filled diaper. Please get me out of it!”

“When I’m done eating and cleaning up,” she told me.


“But you need to get used to being poopy for short periods of time, it’ll just be a few minutes. Besides, smart mommies don’t immediately change a poopy diaper.”

“Why?” I cried.

“Because… there’s probably more to come.” She took a few more bites of her food as tears streamed from my eyes. The stickiness of the mess combined with the knowledge of having shit all over my skin didn’t sit well with me. As she stood up to start cleaning up, I began to smell it too, and wanted to gag.

As she turned on the sink to wash the dishes I felt another cramp. Not knowing what else to do, I lifted my butt off of the seat as much as I was able to, as more sticky mess came out of my butt and into the diaper. I watched through tear filled eyes as she wiped down the tray of the high chair, took the empty bottle and washed it out, and finally came back over to me. “See, we would have wasted a perfectly good diaper changing you right away.”

I just sobbed as she picked me up. I felt torn from wanting to hit her and push her away, and just wanting to be comforted and have the icky mess gone. I decided discretion was the better part of valor, and obediently complied with sitting in her arms. Her hand pushed up into my diaper for a moment lightly and she said, “Pee-ew! You really did a number on this one.”

In the nursery she put me down on the changing table and strapped me down before getting to work.


IVY COULDN’T HELP but both feel a little bad and elated at the same time. Her new baby girl had been clean all the way through yesterday, but had already messed herself several times. ‘I guess my milk finally got through to her system.’

Holly looked so upset sitting there on the table that she decided to try something after she had pushed the pink ‘Mommy’s girl’ onesie up past her chest. ‘Hope she doesn’t go tell me to just go to hell…’

She started poking at her belly lightly with her fingers,

“Spots, Spots, Spots, Spots,” she sang a walking bass line in her best calm mommy voice, “Spots, Spots, Spots, Spots,” she was rewarded to see Holly had at least stopped crying as she looked at her like she was crazy. “A leopard has lots of spots, one less spots she’s got,” she began singing a lightly raking her hands down her body, “A tiger’s stripes are always nice, but leopards have lots of spots, spots, spots spots,” she began poking her lightly with her fingers on her belly again, “Spots, spots, spots, spots,” she sang and then added, “Tickle, Tickle, Tickle,” and began tickling Holly mercilessly until she cracked a smile.

‘I think it worked?’ She thought as she went to pull the tapes on the diaper.


I LOOKED UP at Ivy completely out of breath after her evil tickle attack. As much as I hated to admit it, it was kind of cute what she had done to me. I was huffing heavily still as she opened my diaper and unfortunately got a good whiff of it. I nearly vomited as she said, “Definitely a stinky girl today,” Ivy said to me.

I swallowed and blushed, “Not exactly my fault,” I breathed out.

“Nope, you can’t help it, and that’s why it’s my job as your mommy to take care of you now,” she told me.

I lay still while she attacked the disgusting mess that was my butt with wipes. With as bad as it had felt I assumed it would take her forever, but she was done pretty quickly. A new diaper was soon taped securely around me and the onesie was snapped around my crotch.

“Can please I have pants, or shorts, or something?” I asked her.

“Not today sweetie, I want to keep an eye on when you need a change,” she told me while she carried me into the living room to sit down on the couch with me turned around on her lap. “Okay, today we need to talk, before I let you do what you want.”

“Can we talk about me not being in diapers?” I asked.

“No, that’s not on the table, I’m sorry sweetie. You’re already mostly incontinent from my milk, and that’ll fully set in by the end of this week at the most.”

“I could stop drinking…?” I shirked back at the glare she gave me.

“Not an option, you agreed last night, correct?”

“What about less often?”

She shook her head, “You’ll be nursing from me at least after breakfast, dinner, before bed, and before your afternoon nap every day.”

“What about when you’re not around me?”

“Well at daycare I’ll leave you plenty of milk. If you’re with a sitter they’ll have that available, or they will probably be happy to use their own breasts.”


“Unless you want to go back to the baby food and formula that isn’t up for negotiation.”

I glared at her.

“This is where you say ‘Yes, Mommy.’”

I sighed, “Yes, Mommy.”

“Good girl,” she told me and kissed my forehead. “Okay, so rules we need to go over. Number one, you do not mess with your diapers. You can ask me nicely for a change, but I may tell you to wait like I just did. You will not throw a tantrum if that happens. I promise you I will change you as soon as I can.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I said as she paused looking for a response.

“Second, if I place you in your crib, high chair, playpen, swing, or anywhere else you will stay in there. No climbing out.”

I nodded, “Yes, Mommy.”

“I know it’s normal for you to begin thinking that maybe you could run away, but remember you look like a baby and you wouldn’t get far based on that alone.” She held up my wrist that still had the LittleProtect watch on, “And this would tell me where you were at all times anyway.”

“I couldn’t just take it off?” I wondered aloud.

“It’s designed to be impossible to cut. You would have to cut off your hand to slide it off,” she told me honestly. “Even then you have the tracking chip in your butt.”

“Okay... I won’t try to run away…”

“As far as the law is concerned you are my adopted baby and I’m allowed to discipline you in any way I see fit. I will spank you if you break the rules,” she told me. “Also, you should already remember this, but no swearing at all!”

“I’ll do my best.”

“The last rule is this one, remember that anytime we are anywhere else you need to behave like a good baby. Here at home if you want to whine and argue that’s one thing, doing it out of the house will result in a much quicker spanking. I will have that inflating, lockable pacifier when we go out, so if you really don’t behave you will be using it.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I told her at her glare. Before asking, “So what can I do?”

“Well you get to play all day sweetie!” she told me, “Or you can still read. I’ll even let you use your tablet and that dinosaur of a computer still. You can watch TV, but you will have to ask me first.”


“Well Mommy wants you to stay like this… She doesn’t want you to be regressed more.”

“What does TV have to do with that?”

“Some of our children’s shows are meant to remove more than just potty training with hypnosis and brainwashing,” she told me honestly.

“But you said they’re children’s shows? Don’t they affect bigs too?”

“Most don’t watch those shows after they’re about three. Parents know not to let their potty training toddlers and preschoolers watch those shows anymore. Occasionally you do get some teenagers that start watching them… One series, Naomi and Oliver, has a large teen following. Most of those teens end up wearing diapers at least part time too.”

I just stared at her, “Willingly?”

“I guess,” she shrugged. “It’s also not uncommon though for an unruly teenager or child to be given the little treatment if they’re misbehaving badly enough. I know of a few patients I’ve seen that the courts have even ruled they need to go back and be re-raised.”

“Normal, big sized kids?” I asked incredulously.

“Yep, but more often inbetweeners - they’re not that much bigger than you all after all. If the caregiver, or the courts, really doesn’t want them to be that big though, they get nanite treatments to shrink them to normal baby sizes.”

I just stared at her, ‘What the fuck?!?’ I thought and prayed her censor wouldn’t detect my swearing in my thoughts at least. “You all are crazy,” is what came out of my mouth.

She shrugged, “Maybe… Anyway, there’s one other thing you can do, or place you can play and I want to show it to you. I’ve been waiting since you arrived but didn’t want to spoil it until you were little enough.”

“What do you mean little enough?” I asked as she stood up and placed me on her hip.

“Diapered and in your nursery,” she told me.

I had kind of wondered why she still hadn’t shown me the backyard in all this time. There was a backdoor with a window high on it that had a curtain keeping light out from the glass. She opened it for the first time for me. On the other side I could see she had a huge backyard.

The first thing I noticed was the huge concrete wall that encircled the large back yard. It was at least fourteen feet tall, and might as well have been the Great Wall of China to me. Not far from the fence sat an elaborate wooden swing set that seemed to take up half the backyard. Some foreign spongy material had been placed to create a soft-landing spot if you fell from it. It featured a rock-climbing wall that led up to one of the two large playhouse platforms, two regular swings and a baby swing, two tall slides, monkey bars, and several ladders and climbing pieces to get around on it. It honestly looked a little bit larger than someone my size should be playing on. I had a feeling with the practice I would no doubt be forced to have, I would probably be able to use it all.

“Is that for me?” I asked curiously as she sat me down into the grass she stood on. My naked feet felt the soft blades of grass and I felt like I was going back in time to when I was a kid and ran around without shoes all of the time.

“Yes, but you’ll have to be careful since it’s a little too old of a design for you. You are only to be on the monkey bars if I’m there with you.”

I looked at it not entirely hating its presence, before noticing the other large backyard feature next to it. A large shed-like building was contained within the spongy material too. It was painted baby pink with white trim, and seemed to have both a smaller door for someone my size, and a larger Amazonian size door around it. A covered porch deck extended from it with an overhang just above the door. A window at the peaked roof was heart shaped. A few plants hung from planters along the rails of the deck.

“What’s that?” I asked her.

“Let’s go see!” She said excitedly as she reached down for my hand and led me over.

‘Why’s she so excited?’ I wondered.


IVY WAS SO excited to finally have Holly see her playhouse! She hoped she would enjoy it as much as she should. She was offering her a type of retreat that no other Big would ever offer to a babied little. In fact, she’d had to make sure that there was plenty of camera coverage inside so no one could ever declare her neglecting her little by leaving her in there alone. It was also possible for her to lock the door to keep her penned safely inside.

‘If I had this given to me when I was a little girl I would have been in Heaven,’ she thought to herself. ‘It’s big enough I would probably have run out here to get away from my parents at least until I was in high school.’

They walked up the big steps onto the porch carefully for Holly’s smaller legs. The deck was made of a synthetic material that was guaranteed to last for fifty years according to the company, so no splinters to worry about with Holly’s bare feet. As they approached the doors she said, “Holly you can just use that door, if I go in, I’ll use mine here. Why don’t you go ahead and use your door and take a look inside?”

‘I can watch on the camera recording later,’ she told herself. Wanting the little girl to realize she really did mean for this to be her space.


I STARED AT the first normal sized door to me since I’d left home! It was inset of a gigantic Ivy sized door that was probably around twelve or thirteen feet tall. Mine was only about five feet tall, and I could easily reach the door handle that I turned and pushed open. Inside I was shocked to see I was in a really realistic and cute little house. I looked around in amazement and realized the couch was mine from back home! I excitedly ran over to that wall and plopped down on the couch. It still was a bit larger than me since I’d shrank more, but it was comfortable since it was one of my rare splurges to buy the light-colored gray sofa! It even featured two reclining sections on either side and cup holders. ‘I figured it had been trashed,’ I thought to myself and turned around to see that across from it was my flat screen TV from back home, along with my electronics hooked up.

‘What?!?!’ I thought to myself. I walked over and saw that everything was there with my large old Blu-ray and DVD collections in some white shelves that were built into the walls around the TV. Everything was accessible at my height and I experimentally turned it on and saw that it worked. She even hooked up the game console I bought before I left. I smiled since it had been the latest system. It sat there ready to go with the large collection of games I had bought.

Just inside the doorway there was a white dining room table that was not from back home. The table would comfortably sit me, and probably littles and smaller kids under  five. It sat next to a brightly colored play kitchen that looked to have my old pots, pans, and spoons sitting next to it. I looked at the burners and could see they were definitely fake. ‘Who would let a baby play with a real stove?’ I admitted to myself.

I was surprised when I opened what looked like a fake pink refrigerator that there was a large real mini-fridge inside. It held a couple of baby bottles of juice, another of water, and a sippy cup that I guessed probably had juice too. Another bottle looked to maybe have milk in it, and I blushed. ‘She thinks that I would willingly just go the milk route…?’ I closed the cold refrigerator and looked above the counter of the fake stove and saw an elaborate play microwave. I was surprised when I opened it that it looked like it really worked too. A few feet of countertop extended before coming to a sink that I experimentally turned on and saw water pour in. To my surprise it seemed even the hot water worked!

I turned and saw a smaller room was walled off from the main one. Inside I found a play nursery of doll sized furniture, dolls, bottles, fake baby food, and everything else a little girl would need to play ‘mommy’ for her baby dolls. I felt my face flush at the thought that I would want to extend my own treatment to those poor dolls… I quickly walked out of the small room and back into the main area. There was a colorful rug with some bookshelves featuring my own books from back home, as well as what looked like a small preschool’s library of picture books. There were a couple of pink bean bags spread about the little area too. Combined with the different color scheme it felt like it was almost another room. I noticed another door that went to a room on the opposite side from the nursery.

I walked over to it and entered and saw a mirrored vanity, a folding changing partition screen, and about fifty different dress up outfits hung on a bar I could reach. I raked my hands through what were mostly princess dresses, but also had some sort of animal costumes like a rabbit and a kitty, a doctors’ lab coat, and even a space suit. The vanity looked to have some combs and hair accessories that I wouldn’t even begin to know how to use. It looked like there was plenty of child's play makeup too.

I shook my head and left the room and looked around the walls. They were painted very much like my new nursery, but with pinks and white instead of purple. I was startled when I realized familiar pictures hung on the walls. All of my family photos that had been packed away, or in my ‘old’ room, were now hung along the new living room area. I smiled at the picture of my mom and dad and felt a tear go down my face as I wondered how badly they would think I screwed up. I looked away and realized that in addition to some side sconces, there were two large crystal looking chandeliers hung about the open space. I looked above the entrance and saw that a ladder was placed along one side that led up to another lofted space.

I climbed up it and discovered a large mattress with cute bedding laying directly on the floor of the second level, along with a window seat with a view into the yard. I lay down on it curiously and discovered it was quite comfortable. A tall secure railing made it almost like a crib with the walls on the headboard, and the wall on the other long side. I heard the door open so I sat up and climbed back down the ladder.

“What is this place?” I asked her.

“This is your playhouse. It’s one of the places I’ll let you play without me hovering over you. I figure when you make some friends eventually you can play with them here and you’ll be the coolest girl ever.” She looked at me with a big smile, “It’s also nice because it has air conditioning and heating, so you can play here in the winter or summer comfortably.”

“Why?” I asked nervously.

She knelt down then and I realized that it was probably the size of a big ‘she-shed’ type building, but converted to the playhouse design for me. “Look… I know I’m taking a lot away from you. I’m not going to lie to you there. I’m making you take a step back in life that you didn’t want to make. Most parents would just let you have a small playset, keep you inside playing with the fake kitchen, and everything else in one room…”

She paused, “I am going to baby you in just about every other sense of the word, but I want you to have a space of your own for your own well-being.”

“I can come out here whenever I want?” I asked.

“You need to ask me for permission, and I may say no. If I do you will not back talk,” she told me.

I nodded, “Can I nap out here sometimes?”

“Not right now, maybe down the road,” she told me. “And at some point, I want you to introduce me to the movies you had packed with you. I hope I hooked everything together right.”

My eyes caught the photo of my parents again and I found myself doing something unusual then, I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her, “Thank you Mommy,” I told her.


IVY HELD HOLLY tightly in the hug for several moments and tried to hide the tears in her eyes. ‘After everything from the last twenty-four hours, having Holly willingly give me a hug and call me Mommy is the best feeling in the world,’ Ivy thought to herself.

“Why don’t you play and explore more in here, and on the playset until lunch,” she suggested to Holly.

“Okay,” Holly said with a genuine smile on her face.

Ivy walked back out of the door and into the house where she pulled her tablet from its normal home and turned on the camera monitoring app.

Holly was going through every little nook and corner of the room and she saw the smiles when she would find something else from her old home. She had seen this idea on a web forum for adoptive parents a month before they had connected, and thought it would be amazing to give her more of her things. The bedroom set she had been using for the first couple weeks would now be disappearing to the dump most likely. She had better furnishings in her nursery and no need for a big girl’s bed anymore! She smiled as the fridge was opened up and after staring for several moments, before to her surprise she grabbed the bottle of juice and carried it to the couch.

Seeing that Holly was fine and settling into her new place in the world she decided to go ahead and get a few things done around the house. She cleaned up the kitchen and began a load of laundry before starting the oven to make some chicken nuggets and fries for lunch. She only put a few nuggets in the oven for Holly, and a handful of fries, with the rest being for her. Given she would be nursing Holly afterwards before her nap she wanted to make sure she was still hungry then. ‘Going to be a delicate balance,’ she thought to herself.

When lunch was just about done, she looked back at the monitors and saw Holly had moved from the playhouse out to the playground and was experimentally climbing up the rock wall. The sight kind of made her heart stop with worry, but the little girl managed to make it up the wall with no problems and used the slide to get down. Ivy watched her then climb into the lowest child’s swing and began swinging back and forth gently.

A look at the timer told her it was time to get her inside.


“ARE YOU HAVING fun?” Ivy asked me as she strode towards me.

I shrugged, “I guess. I don’t really remember the last time I was little enough to be playing on a playground. I know it was at the end of elementary school, but that was a long time ago…”

“You won’t have to worry about outgrowing this set,” she told me with a smile.

I shrugged, “Guess not.”

“Lunch is ready,” she told me.

I nodded and followed her inside the house. As she picked me up to go into the high chair she said, “Someone is a soggy princess, huh?”

I blushed at the intrusion of her hand but nodded, “Yes.”

“We’ll change you after lunch,” she told me as she finished strapping me into the high chair and brought the tray over.

A smaller than normal amount of food was placed on the plate. Only three nuggets and a small to me number of fries made me look at her suspiciously, “Why only this much?”

“You’ll have the rest of your lunch after we have this,” she told me.

I blushed, “What if I’m still hungry?”

“You won’t be after I nurse you.”

I sighed and enjoyed that at least she was letting me have this much. ‘The baby food last night was a warning shot, but I can’t help but notice there’s still a few jars sitting out on the counter…’

Three chicken nuggets and the number of fries she gave me did not last long, particularly with the amount of energy I had expended exploring my new playhouse earlier. My plate was quickly cleared and I quickly drained the half-filled bottle of juice that she had placed on the high chair tray.

I found myself daydreaming of ways that I might convince Ivy to let me grow up, but nothing seemed remotely doable. ‘I’m sure that she was telling me the truth on not being able to get away from the tracking devices.’

Finally, after a while of being bored Ivy put her last fry in her mouth and stood up. “Let’s get you changed and ready for your nap,” she told me as she unbuckled me.

“Do I have to take a nap?” I asked.

“I guess I should have mentioned that rule, but you’ve been taking them so I didn’t?”

The warning look made me say, “Yes Mommy, sorry…”

She squeezed me to let me know she wasn’t mad and carried me to the changing table. “What a soggy little girl!” she told me with a smile as she pulled my onesie back up and away from my diaper.

I remembered earlier and wondered if she was going to do another babyish song again. My question was answered quickly as she grabbed both of my feet in her hands and began singing and moving them. “Lift one foot, and then the other,” while she lifted them back and forth, “Lift one foot, and then the other. Lift one foot, and then the other - lift them both together,” she sang as she lifted my legs up. She suddenly grabbed my arms next, “Lift one arm, and then the other,” and kept singing until she sang, “Lift them both together!”

With my arms away from my belly she suddenly took the opportunity to tickle my bare belly mercilessly. “Stop,” I giggled out uncontrollably. Simultaneously I felt myself pee more into the already soaked diaper.

She kissed me on the forehead and undid the tapes on my diaper. She lifted my legs again and I felt the cold wipes being used. I squirmed a bit because it still didn’t feel comfortable having someone touch me down there. “Such a squirmy baby today,” she told me, apparently thinking the same.

I sighed, still trying to get my breathing under control from the tickle attack. ‘She’s probably just trying to get the rest out of me since she doesn’t believe I have any control left…’ I sighed in my own head, ‘I don’t have much, that’s for certain.’

Luckily for me with it just being a wet diaper, the change went quickly and I was soon snapped back into the onesie. I was unbuckled and she carried me to the rocking chair, “Ready for the rest of your lunch?” she asked me.

I shrugged, “I guess,” I sighed.

She looked concerned but just pulled her shirt opening down, unlatched her nursing bra flap and presented me with the dripping nipple. I stared at the nipple for a long moment. Several weeks ago, I would probably have gotten horny while thinking about this, but instead the nipple just stood out and existed. I sighed as I leaned forward and put my mouth around her warm skin and nursed. If there was one thing that I didn’t mind about this, it was that there was something comforting about her body temperature. The milk came into my mouth with each suckle and I was soon on autopilot.

‘I wish this tasted nasty,’ I thought while admitting I probably was getting addicted to the stuff.


IVY HAD ROCKED Holly to sleep twenty minutes ago, but just couldn’t bring herself to put her down yet. Deciding she’d rather be able to watch her she placed her down in the playpen in the living room. There were a few toys spread about the playpen for her if she woke up before she noticed.

Just as she was finished cleaning up after pumping a little bit more her phone rang, “Hi Mom,” she said as she looked at the caller identification.

“Hi Ivy, how is it going? You texted that you put her back into diapers yesterday?”

“Let me move to my office,” she told her in a whisper. When she was done, she answered, “Yep, my little Holly is all snug in her diapers and no more chances left for her to wear big girl panties.”

“How exciting!” her mom squealed. “Is her diet normal now too?”

“Well, I’m still feeding her table food, but I’m also nursing her equally,” she added. “Research shows it’s a good combination.”

“How’d she take realizing she’d been drinking your milk…?”

“She’s smarter than you’d expect, she knew it before I forced her to nurse from me yesterday…” she proceeded to fill her mom in on the events of the last couple weeks. She’d agreed to not visit until Holly was a bit more settled, but that time seemed to be past.

“So how about dinner tonight?” she suggested to Ivy.

“Tonight?” She asked in surprise. “I don’t have anything in the house to cook for you all to come over?”

“We’ll go out to eat?” She pleaded. “Please? You finally gave me a grandbaby and I’ve not had a chance to spoil her yet.”

“How are you going to spoil her at dinner?” She asked.

“I have presents of course!”

She sighed, “I guess it’s time for her to see you all again.”

After they made arrangements, she got off of the phone and hoped that she was right about Holly being ready to go out in her new status as a genuine babied little. ‘I’d better triple check that her diaper bag is all packed. Probably should grab the sling too in case Mom decides shopping is in order too. I hope she likes being held with it… not that she’ll have a choice,’ she sighed with relief at the knowledge that she didn’t have to tiptoe around the truth anymore. She knew that Holly was smart and had figured out the game moves before she sprung the trap, but it was like any relationship - she believed in taking things slow.

Thanks for reading! Please consider leaving a comment to let me know you're reading and what you think! I'll post a few more chapters on Sunday I hope. 



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Seems Too Good to be True (Diaper Dimension)

by: Baby Sofia | Complete Story | Last updated Dec 19, 2021


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Loving it!

magicformula · Mar 30, 2022

Brilliantly constructed story taking this down on-hisluck guy on a unforeseen journey to his new destiny. Love how I feel reading it, discovering the drastic changes and encountering the delightfully frightening, hidden plans, right along with him. It’s a fun ride, immersing into the great, well constructed and developed story of the good looking man, a surgeon in his own world, taking a gamble he knows is foolish, finding immediately that he’s been swindled and discovering gradual the potential of the horrors that may be in store for him as he is sent further and further into a wickedly planned system of turning men into babies, specifics chosen from an a la cart menu of genetic remodification and psychological reprogramming. Thank you for this treasure!

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