Exchanged (Diaper Dimension)

by: Baby Sofia | Complete Story | Last updated Aug 23, 2021

Chapter 6
Chapter 6: Effects

NEXT THING I knew I was laying in Megan’s lap with the TV turned onto a news station. “Oh, so you decided to wake up, huh?”

I looked at her seriously confused about what had happened, but nodded. My diaper must have been changed while I was out, because it felt like one of the ‘thinner’ Pampers again. “What happened?” I asked and spat out the pacifier that I was nursing.

“Well my crazy sister exposed you to her psychotropic breast milk and then we decided to go party in the town. Before I knew it, you were hanging on a chandelier daring some crazy twelve-foot tall lady to change your diaper before you shot her?”

I laughed, “So it made me crazy?”

“Not crazy per se, but definitely makes you zone out. Some of the littles groups have tried to make it illegal to feed littles the milk because it seems to have some significant side effects.”

“What else?”

“Well eventually you sort of crave it…” she hesitated, “I’ve seen research that it lowers resistance to suggestions and possibly may affect control of your toilet training.”

“Great… So, one hit and I’m an addict?” I asked.

“No, probably not…”

I saw it was only Megan, “What do you think I should tell her?”

“You’re here for four years, right?”

I nodded, “That’s the plan.”

“Honestly neither of you has the self-control to not do it again; I say just go for it. Set a limit like you did and try and stick to it the best you can.”

“Have you ever had that happen to you?” I asked her.

She nodded, “Chloe’s littles caused it one time… You’ll probably do it to me too if I’m here much. I’m a sucker for cute princesses,” she said as she tickled my stomach a little.

I groaned with the thought, “Umm… did…?”

“Did I change your diaper and discover your secret?” She asked with a smile before answering, “Yes I did.”


“And… what?”

“Well what do you think?”

“Well it’s not like you have a say in the clothes you wear silly.” She told me. “My big sister is a nice girl, but she’s definitely going to want to play dress up with her doll!” She tickled my stomach a little more and blew a raspberry on my neck. I squirmed and giggled quite a bit before she stopped, “You honestly want to know what I think?” She asked, “Even if I may not be unbiased?”

“I think you’re less biased than anyone else from the way you talk. I think you actually believe in rights for littles?”

She sighed, “I do… but I’m also a realist. Stacy my advice would be to go ahead and do the procedure. With the technology at the university it’s just a matter of knocking you out, injecting you with some nanites, and then you wake up with the right parts for the Stacy that was admitted into Emerson University. I’m worried if someone discovers something extra on you that they’ll use that as a pretext to dismiss your scholarship and insist you go to an etiquette school.”

I nodded, “Seems like something that could easily happen.”

The garage door opened right then and I jolted a bit at the sound. Fred came in a moment later and asked, “How’s my favorite princess?”

“Good,” I answered tentatively.

He took me out of Megan’s lap and held me before giving me a quick hug, “I know you’re not quite comfortable with me yet Stacy, but I promise you can trust me.”

I nodded, “I’m trying…”

“Hi Megan,” he said and gave her a hug from the side when she stood. “Where’s Mommy?” he asked her as much as me.

“She ran to pick up pizza, she should be back soon.”

‘I was already left with a baby sitter, huh?’ I thought to myself.

“Great!” He felt my diaper without warning and said, “Well I guess that’ll last you through din-din?” I turned red and found myself hiding in his shoulder. Somehow it was even more embarrassing that he had checked me than it was one of the girls…

He just laughed, “You better get used to it sweetie, sometimes Mommy has to work and I’ll be the one taking care of you.”

I just nodded.

“Auntie Megan would you go ahead and take her back while I clean up for dinner?”

He handed me back to her, “Of course,” she answered with a smile.

“What now?” I asked her.

“Want to swing outside?” She asked me.

I shrugged, “sure?”

“You don’t sound too enthused…”

“Well this isn’t unexpected stuff, but it’s not why I came here?” I suggested to her.

“I get that,” she told me. “You really think you can make it through the program here?”

I shrugged, “I have no idea… I hope so. I know there’s a uniform for littles on the campus that I’ll have to wear. I know that diapers are okay as long as they’re not messy in class… I guess we’ll see what comes beyond that.”

“What about your real family?”

“What about them?”

“Aren’t you going to miss them?”

“I do already, but there’s nowhere back home that would have been as good for college as this. I would have had to move away anyway... In theory, before that law you told me about, I would think it would be safe for them to visit with a guide… now I’m not so sure. I think the last thing I want is to be in a crib next to my parents!”

She nodded, “I’ve always felt it’s especially cruel when littles over the age of 30 are kept like this. At least at your age you’ve only had a little bit of freedom so far…”

I sighed, “I think it is just plain cruel.”

The garage door opened again and soon Amanda came in with two huge boxes of pizza and a ValuMart bag in her hands. “Who wants pizza?”

Ten minutes later we were all sitting at the table… well sort of. I was in the highchair with a bib on and half of a ridiculous slice of pizza on a plastic plate in front of me. I had heard of a place somewhere in Texas that sold pizzas that were like 42” and could feed a family of who knows how many… The pizzas she brought home must have been pretty close to that size and I watched Fred tear through four slices like nothing.

I found myself carefully taking my sized bites out of the slice. It was good, but I couldn’t help the fact I was definitely still full from my experience a couple hours earlier.

“So, what do you think of Emerson?” Fred asked me.

“I really like it!” I told him, “When we were given the tour a couple years ago, I couldn’t believe how far ahead everything was from us… I just hope I can get through the basics and catch onto your more advanced ideas quickly.”

“I never asked, what languages have you learned so far?” Amanda asked. Megan seemed interested too.

“Well I can write well in about five of the languages back home, we call them C#, SQL, Java, JavaScript, and Python. I’ve also dabbled a bit on the iOS stuff Apple puts out. I don’t know if you all even have those?”

Amanda looked stunned but answered, “Well we have most of those actually. Those were our standard languages ten years ago. Those all have bumped up to new standards and we’ve added a few others you’ll need to learn too. If you know those though I think you should pick up on them quick…”

I sighed in relief, “Hopefully the syntax is all the same and everything here. I don’t suppose you would have some software and a compiler to work with those here at home?”

“Of course,” she smiled at me, “tomorrow we’ll both go play together with it?”

“Cool!” I said, suddenly feeling like maybe there was a future beyond drooling and messy diapers still. I looked at Megan, “What’s your major?”

“I’m doing two actually, Philosophy and Computer Science to go Pre-Law.”

“A lot of people would say those have nothing in common, but a lot of the logic principles carry over from the two,” Amanda said proudly of her baby sister.

I nodded, “I’ve heard that. If I was back home, I think I would probably try to do the same. Here I’m just going to try and get away with my mind intact and one degree!”

“Speaking of your mind intact…” Amanda asked guiltily. I had just taken my last bite and gulped it down nervously. “How… how are you feeling now?”

I smiled at her, “I seem to be fine now.”

“What happened?” Fred asked nervously.

“Well… we went for a walk earlier,” Amanda started, “and… well…”

“Your wife started leaking from her boobies like a dairy cow at the farm,” Megan finished with a smile.

“Megan!” Amanda said annoyed.

“Well that’s what happened isn’t it?” She smiled and stuck her tongue out at her. Clearly, she was determined to maintain levity at the table.

“So, does this mean Megan nursed?” Fred asked with a twinkle in his eye.

“Eeeeew…” both Megan and Amanda said in stereo.

“No, but I did,” I admitted.

“Were you forced to do it?” He asked me with concern.

“No,” I said.

“We made a deal,” Amanda told her husband, “since as long as she’s around the boobs will keep leaking… she would try it and see if she liked it.”

“And did you Stacy?”

“Well she definitely became crazy about it…” Megan said.

“Stacy?” He asked.

“It was weird… Honestly it tasted amazing… Once I had one mouthful my body just wouldn’t stop craving it. I’ve never done drugs… but I felt like a drug user must. Is there something in Amazon milk that does that?”

He sighed, “It’s hard to determine which of the research into that is genuine and what’s been altered to fit agendas.”

“What do you think?” I asked him.

“Well… like I said the field is muddled. Most of the research studies that are done on breastfeeding real infants show that it helps with brain development, helps with body development, etc. We have movements like ‘Breastfed Babies are Best’ around all the time. On our infants it does seem to yield benefits above formula fed infants through the first few years… I think that research is absolutely certain.”

“And on littles?”

He sighed, “Well the majority of the research here has so much bias so clear it’s impossible for me to believe anyone can say it with a clear face. The research tries to say that breastfed littles are better-behaved, more docile, more loving, healthier weight wise, less sick, etc. The problem is that most of the major research is sponsored by people with their hands in etiquette schools. They make money by pushing the idea of littles needing their teeth removed so they can’t bite their mommies. I always find that funny given your teeth can’t even pierce the skin of a Big’s breast - no matter how hard you bite! They also push that it’s a healthier diet and you’ll live longer with a more youthful appearance.”

Amanda looked a little nervous, “What do you think…?”

“Well I thought we weren’t going to do this yet to be safe…?” I saw he was genuinely unhappy about this and Amanda kind of shrunk her giant figure down a little bit. He sighed, “Something in the milk of most Amazons seems to instantly make a craving happen. The little can’t really help needing to finish what their mommies have for them. It seems to have some sort of calming quality that becomes at the very least a psychological support for them. It does seem that those littles on a mixture of breast milk and regular food are in better health longer too. Those only on breast milk though tend to bloat up and gain too much weight. Many of those end up needing other care twenty years down the road for heart related issues.”

He paused, “The biggest downside, or benefit according to most Amazons, is that breastfed littles seem to lose their urinary continence very quickly. Bowels don’t seem to be as directly affected except how milk normally affects a person.”

“So, I’m probably not an instant addict?” I asked him.

He shrugged, “One hit won’t do it, but if you keep it up you may find you need Mommy’s milk more and more? I don’t honestly know. We were going to wait until you were a bit more settled before it came up, but my wife has always had such a strong maternal lactation reflex I’m almost surprised it took her until this afternoon to soak through the pads.”

I looked at Amanda, “Last night’s milk?”

“Regular milk with a little bit of honey in it…” She paused, “I really am sorry Stacy…”

I sighed, “I don’t think any true harm has been done honestly.” I paused for a moment, “The bet was if I would enjoy it or not?”

“No Stacy, I’m calling…”

“Hold on… I know it probably wasn’t our brightest moment, but you’re doing me a huge favor by taking me in and NOT making me a mindless infant. If my presence is going to make your body have that reaction… I don’t mind helping out.”

“Are you sure?” Fred asked.

“Really Stacy… maybe it’s not a good idea…” Megan said. She had gotten stiller and stiller on the side and I sensed she now felt even guiltier than Amanda did, since she egged her on.

“We just have to be very careful when. I’m guessing I messed my diaper on the way back home?” I asked.

Amanda nodded, “About fifteen minutes later…”

“So, I think you can probably add some bowel reaction to your research,” I told Fred. I thought for a second, “What time are my classes probably starting?” I looked at Megan.

“You’re a freshman, so you’re probably stuck with 8:30am?”

“And end?”

“Well you should be able to be done by 5pm every day. Once in a while there’s an odd evening class. Extracurricular groups tend to meet in the evenings… most of those would be dangerous for you though.”

I nodded and thought through my agreement before looking at Amanda, “Okay, when I wake up and before bed, I think would be safe?” I suggested to her. “On weekends after lunch?”

“We said three times?” She tentatively asked.

“Well let’s wait and see my class schedule first?” I said. “Remember if I defecate in my diaper in class, I’m on a one-way trip to nursery school instead of that college degree.”

She looked guilty, “and you did zone out really good…”

I nodded, “So is that fair to you? I did make the deal and will stick with it.”

“Deal,” she said with a smile.

“You sure?” Fred asked me.

I nodded, “I’m a m… girl of my word.”

“I’ll try and see if I can’t get some emergency drugs for you to have on hand too…” he said.

“What?” Amanda asked.

“We both know there will be some close calls for Stacy here… probably best if she has some emergency injections to counter any bouts of diarrhea or in case someone tampers with her.”

She nodded, “By the way Stacy make it your habit to NEVER accept food, candy, or drinks from strangers. If a drink is out of your sight, even for a minute, don’t accept it.”

“What about at restaurants?” I asked.

“From now on I’ll make sure we take something with us…”

I sighed, “You know this is complicated.”

“Yes, it is, if you’d rather just go to daycare and watch Naomi and Oliver that would be fine with me…” she smirked at me.

Fred and Megan laughed and I just stuck my tongue out at her.


MEGAN LEFT SHORTLY after dinner with a promise to see us soon and also keep my existence secret from the rest of their family. I had then been deposited on the floor of my nursery after a quick diaper change.

I was debating what I was going to do when Fred brought a baby gate from somewhere and secured it to my doorway. “Really?” I asked.

He laughed, “This is one of those things the protection agency would look for if they ever come check on our house. Amanda asked me to pick one up on my way to work…”

The gate secured to the outer edge of the doorframe. Since the door swung in you could close the door and leave it in place as it had it’s own gate that swung open or closed. He left it closed and the door open when he left a moment later leaving me caged in my room. I walked over to my desk and got on my laptop.

There was a message from my parents,

Hi Stacy,

So, they thought you were a girl? I bet you have a really pretty nursery… We didn’t make any deals on that front, so I hope everything’s okay? Or at least you’re okay with the consequences? We knew when you decided to take this adventure you would be taking a huge risk of anything being possible!

I sighed, ‘if I show up with a vagina, I don’t think they’ll freak too much…’

We’re just glad that you’re safe and still okay. Please keep writing us, we promise to intervene if the contract is breached.

By the way Gabby came by yesterday, she wants pictures! I couldn’t help but laugh at that. I think if she were there, she’d probably be jumping to be your Amazon mommy.

‘That’s just weird…’ I thought, ‘But yep, I bet she would…’

Write soon, we love you so very much,

Love Mom and Dad

I sighed and looked down at the romper I had been wearing all-day and let myself go pee in the diaper some. I watched the padding swell as I did so and couldn’t help but think about Elena’s diaper change by Gaby this summer… ‘Mom’s right, Gaby would jump on babying me in a heartbeat!’

The romper left my legs exposed and I noticed for the first time the hair on my arms and the stubble on my legs seemed more than a little out of place for a supposed girl... let alone baby. I knew decisions would have to be made on that and my boy parts very soon. I ignored thinking about that for a moment though and began writing a reply. As I began the letter, I used a couple safe key phrases that sounded innocuous before getting to the heart of the message,

Today I heard some things that make me really nervous… should something happen I’m not sure it would be worth you attempting to enforce our contract… If I disappear, I would really love the idea of you coming for me like a knight on a white horse, but think it through carefully. The reason I worry is that there are some new law changes from the past two years and several coming. In the likely circumstance that the new laws pass, anyone without a guide coming straight out of the portal can be adopted by the first Amazon to touch them.

It’s sick… it’s like a game to many of them! I would be in big trouble now if that law had already been on the books as another Amazon woman attempted to get me the second that I came out of the line in the terminal. If Amanda hadn’t immediately claimed me as her baby this lady would have carted me off. While Amanda was dressing me in the changing room the lady actually showed up with a man that was fighting her tooth and nail! I watched as she spanked the living daylights out of him. He had to have been almost two feet taller than I am now too… She said things that make me certain he was taken straight to an orphanage or one of their etiquette schools.

Speaking of height… I shrank a lot more than expected this trip… waaaay more than last time! Last night when I messaged you, I just honestly thought everyone was so much taller than me - like I expected.

With Amanda being nearly eleven feet, and Fred being nearly eleven and a half feet tall, I didn't think about it... Today at a doctor's office I was measured and I discovered I shrank down to about thirty-nine inches...I know even in our world I would be toddler sized! Here I’m the size of an infant! We’re not sure if it’s related to a second trip, or it was caused by something else - for all I know it could be some sort of control on the Amazon’s end to allow them to have better designer control on their littles… not that they really need that as it is. I know without a doubt that I’m truly adorable by their standards and really in danger if left unattended. Dad you might be okay with a second trip, but Mom you might be doomed to shrink more like me too…

Amanda did take me today to get ‘adopted’ legally. With that they put a chip in me like some pet… It hurt like hell! But supposedly if I’m kidnapped it’s not easy to remove. While I pretty much believe Fred and Amanda think of it that way, I’m sure most people think of it as a way to prevent a little from escaping…

Please… I’m not sure it would be worth coming for me if something goes wrong. I also think it would be dangerous for me to make the trip home for vacations. We’ll talk a little more at the portal Friday I guess though.

I made sure a few more safe phrases were included before signing it,



I felt a tear go down my face as I faced the reality of my circumstances. ‘If you have half a brain cell you’ll go home and never come back at the first chance…’

“Are you okay sweetie?” Amanda’s voice startled me.

I looked up at her form kneeling down beside me and wondered if she had read my e-mail as I typed it. It really didn’t matter if she did, I had written under the assumption that she and the authorities would all read it. I had been a little more open on my thoughts about them than maybe I should, but it was all stuff that should have been mostly protected by free speech clauses - even here in this dimension.

I shook my head and answered, “No, I’m pretty sure this whole thing was the dumbest thing ever done by a teenager on their way to college ever!” I shuddered, “I didn’t really consider how the laws would change… and how much I would change. Last time I visited I was still nearly my real size. I would be a toddler even in our world at this size… here I’m an infant! Am I going to be able to even walk to classes?” I said even softer, “Will I even be allowed to walk to class…?”

Amanda took me in her arms and cuddled me for a long moment before kissing the top of my head, “Princess we promised you you’ll leave this world with a degree, and your mind intact and able to walk. I intend to keep that promise no matter what!”

“I hope you can keep that…” I told her.

“I will,” she said with another squeeze. “Now, I think that diapee could wait a bit longer, but it’s definitely past time for Princess Stacy to have a bath!”

I smiled at that and asked, “Can I have bubbles at least?”

“Can you have bubbles?” She pretended to be angry, but I could tell already when she was joking, “You want bubbles?” She began tickling me mercilessly and there was definitely a steady stream of urine joining what I had peed before.

I giggled, “Please?”

“Please what?” She said slightly out of breath, “Keep tickling you?”

I giggled more and said, “Please stop?”

My hair had come undone in spots and several hairs blocked my vision. I managed to put my hand up to pull them back then as she said, “I guess I’ll stop… but bubbles?”

“You said I’m a princess, princesses have to have bubbles,” I said playing along a bit.

“You are so adorable,” she hugged me again and said, “Okay you can have bubbles.”

There was the flash of a camera and I looked up to see Fred holding an expensive looking DSLR and a big smile. “Have to add to our wall downstairs!”

Amanda picked me up and carried me to the changing table where she pulled out the hair ties first that had mostly come undone under her tickle attack anyways. She fingered loose the remaining braids before she quickly stripped me of my romper, diaper, and wiped me with a baby wipe. I was wrapped in a pink hooded towel before she carried me to the bathroom.

She left me standing next to the tub and began adding water and bubble bath to the monstrosity. I had no hope of seeing into the tub and guessed it was probably four feet in height. It seemed to be probably eight or so feet long too! That meant it could easily be a small swimming pool for me! Amanda must have felt very nervous about bathing me in it because it seemed like she probably hadn’t added nearly the capacity of water to it when she picked me up and sat me in water that only came up to my belly button sitting.

I looked up, “Can I have more water?”

She shook her head, “You know they say toddlers can drown in four inches of water here?”

“We say two back home,” I told her with a sigh.

“Really you should be getting sink baths…” she said with her eyes showing their concern.

I made a face at that, “I can swim really well?”

She laughed, “Well we’ll have to see about that soon! If you can swim without your water wings across the pool, I’ll let you have a few more inches,” she told me.

I smiled, “Okay.”

“Always the little deal maker, huh?” She asked me as she threw a rubber ducky and a couple other toys in the tub with me. She played with the bubbles and me for a few moments, before grabbing a pink, bunny shaped mitt, and used baby soap to scrub my arms, legs, and everywhere in between extraordinarily well.

She had just finished that when she looked at me and said, “Stacy?”

I looked up and she had a serious look, “What?”

She sighed, “I think we need to seriously talk about some things here…”

“What?” I asked nervously.

“Well first of all you must have shaved your legs and groin before you came?”

I nodded, “I had a feeling something would need done…”

“Well, I appreciate you did that, but I think you would be better off with something more permanent.”

My eyes opened wide, but I calmly asked, “What do you mean?”

‘You knew this would probably come…’ the voice inside my head reminded me.

“Well there are some creams out there that supposedly make it all fall out and stay out. It never worked on Hannah though…. Maybe they’ve improved in the last twenty years, but I think the better bet is still laser removal.”

I gulped, “completely permanent then?”

She nodded, “Would you consider it?”

I stared silently at her for a moment before asking, “where would we get that done?”

She shuddered a bit, “Well probably at one of those centers or maybe at the university’s hospital.”

“Which is… safer?” I asked.

“Well it depends. If you just want to go to one of the centers, I’ll pretend to make it seem like this is your big punishment and make them think I want to torture you with the other things later. They’d probably leave you alone other than taunting.”

“And the hospital?”

“Well that one only makes sense if you do something about that,” she said while pointing to where the water had cleared and you could see my ‘something extra.’

Fred came in the room behind her then and had overheard her last part and sighed, “I asked a few questions today, and I think if you want to have a chance at your scholarship you would be best to do it… and soon.”

I looked up at the towering man who really had given me every reason to trust him so far. “Do you have someone you can trust?”

He laughed, “I don’t trust anyone with littles honestly… something about our psychology just makes us all crazy around you. But I have one friend who I know does really good work with his nanites. You’d be able to walk in and get an injection of nanites under anesthesia that would keep you asleep until they were done.”

“And that one would let me have babies myself some day?” I shuddered.

“In theory…” he nodded.

“Let me sleep on it?” I asked.

They both nodded and said, “No problems baby,” Amanda said.

Fred left the room again and Amanda said, “Okay baby, close your eyes while I wash your hair!”

It was no tears shampoo, but I thought it was still a good idea to close my eyes! She rubbed shampoo into every inch of my hair before rinsing it out with a cup thing. “Where’s my princess?” She cooed at me when she was done. I opened my eyes and smiled at her.

Not long after that she pulled the drain stop from the tub and wrapped me back in a hooded towel with a face on it. I was amazed at the amount of time she was letting me go without a diaper right then as she had me brush my teeth first before laying me back on the changing table. A nighttime diaper with stars and moons on it was pulled out from underneath the table. After I watched her unfold it she grabbed my ankles and lifted my butt off the table and onto the new diaper. I tried to sit as still as possible while she rubbed some lotion and powder into my skin, but couldn’t help but physically react to her touch. My blush extended from my toes to my hair!

After she taped it shut, she sat me up and worked my hair with a towel for a moment before picking up a blow dryer. The sound startled me with how loud it was and I jumped.

“Awww… did I scare you baby?” She asked as she flipped it back off and hugged me.

“Is that a Jet engine!?!” I shouted at her when she turned the dryer back on. She just laughed at me some more.

The air felt good as she bushed through my hair and dried it carefully. When she finished, she braided it all into a loose braid and tied it off. ‘That part at least is relaxing,’ I admitted to myself.

“Sleepy yet?” She asked me.

“Not really,” I told her wondering what her response would be.

“Why don’t we go downstairs then and we’ll watch TV for a bit with Daddy.”

“Is that safe?” I asked while thinking of what she had told me.

“The shows we watch are.”

“Okay,” I said before asking, “Aren’t you going to put something else on me first though?”

“What? A diapee is plenty!” She told me.

I sensed though she was feeling out where I felt my boundary actually was. “Please may I have pajamas Mommy?”

She smiled, “If you were being a brat, I would say no, but I can’t say no to sweetness and a polite princess like that!”

She sat me down on the floor and I wobbled for a second before sitting down. The diaper was just too thick to stand easily! I watched as she went to a drawer and grabbed a onesie that looked different than any I had seen before on a baby. It had an extra panel coming over to the left of it with snaps in addition to the crotch. It was light purple for the main fabric with little bands of dark purple on the outer seams. “What’s that?”

I asked from my seat. She sat down on the floor next to me and said, “I’d never seen this style until today, but it’ll make changing night time diapers a lot easier!” She smiled at me.

I saw up close as she opened it and slid my arms through the sleeves that everything else unbuttoned easily to get it all out of the way to change me without taking it off of me. “Lay down real quick sweetie,” she told me with a smile and pushed me back down on my back.

A number of quick snaps later and I was in a t-shirt… sort of. I looked down at the bottom and how much the diaper pushed out the material. You could just see the frill of the leg gathers on either side and I was sure by giant standards I was adorable. I held my arms in the universal ‘pick me up’ motion and she obliged me. I watched as she grabbed a cloth on the way out the door and put it on her shoulder.

Downstairs I sat watching TV sitting her lap on the couch while she cuddled into Fred’s side. We watched the entire length of a TV show with him occasionally playing with both of our hair. The show itself was a really bad detective romp that reminded me of a Law and Order episode. Like back home every now and then commercials would come on. Several times Amanda covered my ears with her hand and her body so I couldn’t hear or see what was going on in those. The first time I had asked ‘why’ and she had explained since it was a product for littles it might have some subliminal messages.

I nodded at that then. At the end of the show she turned me to face her, “I think it’s time for night-night.”

I groaned but couldn’t deny I was sleepy so I nodded.

“Let’s get you filled up first,” she said with a smile as she pulled her blouse down and revealed her breast and nipple to me.

I looked briefly at Fred at her side and he just smiled and nodded, “go ahead baby girl.”

I leaned forward and took her nipple in my mouth again and was once again rewarded with the tasty liquid. Just as before I felt like I couldn’t possibly get enough and kept suckling quickly. When that breast ran dry, I kept nursing on autopilot before she tickled my jaw again and lay me on her shoulder with the cloth.

‘Why’s she stopping?!?’ I felt a part of my brain cry out, ‘I’m not done!’

My awareness returned only slightly and I understood what was going on as she patted my back, and I burped twice, before she wiped my mouth and placed me at her other breast. I was happy again as I nursed and this time as I stopped feeling the liquid entering my mouth, I just kept nursing and she let me. I went to sleep like that feeling very safe and contented.

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End Chapter 6

Exchanged (Diaper Dimension)

by: Baby Sofia | Complete Story | Last updated Aug 23, 2021


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