Mommies and Daddies

Chapter 36 - The Road to Infancy The pram rocked from side to side as it was wheeled the short distance along the corridor from the viewing room to the baby section of the Country Jail Daycare Center. Sarah could easily have past for Glan Amazon newborn as she lay on her back in the pram, her feet still covered by the pink woollen baby booties tied on by satin laces that Amalia, the student nurse, had covered then with earlier. Silenced by a pacifier and dressed in the flannelette baby gown Evelyn Diapre had dressed her in. Sandra Luvv glanced down as she wheeled the pram to admire her next pay bonus. The girl painted a picture of innocence, she would be the perfect newborn that Evelyn Diapre wanted, it was always satisfying when an unplanned adoption went smoothly.  The Diapre woman had been smitten with the girl, her part had been to convince the woman that the little now dressed to look like a newborn could be made to act like one. The cocktail of muscle relaxants and wellbeing inducing drugs in the syringe she had injected the girl with an hour ago had seen to that. She had played her part, more than Sandra had expected her to, now it was show time. It would take two weeks, two weeks of minor surgery, baby care and forgetting who she really was, that was always the challenging part without any drugs to cloud her body or mind.  Opening the door to the County Daycare Nursery Daycare Supervisor Sanda Luvv was pleased with her morning efforts. Now there was work to do. “Amalia, take the baby from the pram, she can have thirty minutes of tummy time in the playpen with her new playmate then I want you to give them both a bottle, once that is done put them down for an afternoon nap.”  Amalia was intrigued, how had it gone she wondered as she lifted the little now dressed in a newborn baby gown from the pram and lay her in the playpen on her tummy with a plastic rattle. “How did it go? Did the lady like her? Is she is going to adopt? I guess so since she gave her the cute baby gown.”  The students questions came thick and fast, eventually Sandra Luvv answered the bingo question by herself. “She wants a newborn Amalia, at the end of the next two weeks we will know the answer. Little Sarah will either past with flying colors and be reborn in a simulated birth with her new Mommy or she will have failed to make the grade and be sent to an etiquette school for further training before implantation, gestational pregnancy and a full rebirth.”  The second option wasn’t good, even Amalia knew that from an earlier placement. If Sarah passed the test in the next two weeks it would be much easier on her. If she failed she would be put into an induced coma before an umbilical cord grown from pigs cells reattached to her belly button to feed her nutrients and remove byproducts from her body. She would wake to find herself suspended in a large clear silicone womb filled with artificial amniotic fluid, the same clear, yellowish liquid that had surrounded and protected her as a foetus in her own Moms womb eighteen years ago. Her brain will be functioning at a minimal level of capacity for the first nine months.  During that time the womb of the Amazon who would be carrying her would be prepared. Then there would be a second operation to transplant the fetus from the artificial womb into the actual womb of the Amazon who would be birthing her. From that point there would be eighteen months of being carried in an actual womb as if she was a developing Amazon baby, twenty seven months in total, three times longer than the gestation period of an a little in the earth dimension. Thirty years ago it had been a ground breaking operation, today in Terra it was a standard as have an appendix removed.  After the transplantation she would be lucid but unable to move initially, the fluid acting as a shock absorber against outside impacts and injuries. It would also insulate her body, regulate her temperature and keep the artificial womb warm. In the lab it served the same purpose as a real womb, protecting the umbilical cord, preventing it from being pinched or compressed, allowing food and oxygen to flow continuously into her tiny body. During the transplant she would be given more drugs through a syringe as the unbiblical cord was attached to the placenta inside the womb of the Amazon who who be carrying her. Post implantation surgery the Amazon Mom to Be would be injected with more drugs, once in her blood they would cross the blood barrier at the placenta and enter the bloodstream of the implanted foetus. That would stimulate brain activity, wake up her the baby’s muscles, allow her to move and help her muscles and bones to regain density while remaining plyable.  In the early stages of the artificial pregnancy the fluid that surrounded her body would be mostly water and electrolytes. As the pregnancy progressed the Amazon’s womb would replace it with naturally occurring amniotic fluid, until she neared term for delivery when it would change to mostly fetal urine and lung secretions, along with nutrients, hormones, and antibodies that her body had expelled through the skin or from fluid filled lungs. A doctor would monitor her progress, decide when she was ready for delivery, advancing or delaying the due date depending on the outcome of the test results. Amalia had already completed three placements at rewombing, gestation and birthing units. The procedure was understood and a key focus of her the mid term examinations for her nursing qualification. She had passed it with an A++ grade achieving distinction. The Daycare Supervisors voice brought her back to the present, “Either way Amalia, she is destined for a second babyhood, that means thirty six months, or three earth dimension years, of relearning the babyhood skills she had acquired since exiting the womb the first time as a newborn. Years of practice will follow until she masters them again through toddlerhood and eventually graduates to being a preschooler and then a kindergartener. Oh, that reminds me, I need to check in on the preschool classes, are you good here on your own until Baby Heather’s Fostermom comes back to collect her?  “Sure thing Mrs Luvv, how much trouble can a pair of baby girls really be.” Sandra Luvv had been around the block more than once, she knew better, Amalia would learn in the fullness of time, there was no need to deflate her bubble while she was still eager to learn. “Great, now don’t forget, they both need a special bottle then its nap time in their cribs.” Leaving the two girls alone in the playpen Amalia walked through to the feeding preparation room as her Supervisor departed. “Two special bottles coming up,” she said to herself as the electric kettle began to boil. When it did she had the glass bottles ready, 11.2 ounces each, or 330 ml if she had of been from the old continent where a different system of measurement was still used, not that it mattered because they were the largest baby bottles available in Terra. Filling the bottles she added six scoops of the powdered baby formula to each bottle, screwed on the cap which contained the clear silicone nipple and shook each bottle until the powdered baby formula powder was fully dissolved. Testing the temperature of the milk on her wrist she cooled each bottle under cold running water until the temperature was right. “Feeding time,” she proudly announced walking back into the playroom with a bottle in each hand.  The wooden bars of the playpen may as well have been a jail cell. Even when she pulled herself up using the vertical bars the top rail was still above Heather’s head. While that frustrated her it amused Amalia who now saw what looked like one baby on her tummy on one side of the playpen and the other learning to pull herself up using the bars of the playpen. Both of the girls were cute, the brown mousey haired one, Sarah, was the smallest. She already looked the part in the infantile baby gown  and would make a very realistic newborn while her playmate wasn’t far away from graduating to being a toddler who was learning to walk. Leaning into the playpen she gave each girl a bottle, “its baba time little babies, if you are all done when I get back from changing the crib sheets then its nap time, if not then Ama will need to feed you herself.”  When the girl turned and walked away Heather plugged her mouth with the milky nipple, she was thirsty and dehydrated. “Naaoo… naooo… stooopp,” her playmate whispered in a low voice, her speech almost back to normal. “Its drugged, it will make you nap… we need to be awake to get out.” “Aarrghh…” tossing the bottle away Heather felt like she was choking on the taste of baby milk from a poison chalice. In reality all she had tasted were the few drops that still covered the milky nipple from when the bottle had been shaken.  “We need to dump the baby milk somewhere before she comes back.” Sarah was thinking normally now, she was still dressed in Amazon baby clothes but the brain fog had lifted. “The pram… in the diapee bag… there is an empty bottle from earlier…”  Crawling over to the pram that had been parked next to the playpen Heather reached through the bars into the unzipped diaper bag sitting in the parcel tray. Rooting around blindly she found it, a bottle, it felt empty. Extracting the bottle she tossed it to her new playmate who rolled her own full bottle back across the playpen, it stopped rolling next to Heather’s left foot. Turning she took her own bottle and stuffed in into the diaper bag. One down one to go she mused,as easy as taking candy from a baby. “Ok little babies how are those bottles going,” Amalia was back. In a panic Heather’s foot connected with the second still full bottle sending it back into the centre of the playpen as Sarah, still on her tummy pretending to be a newborn watched in horror, her eyes as big as saucers. “Good girl Sarah… I knew I could trust you to be a good baby for Ama, you started out rough on Monday but now you know the routine, come on little one, its nap time.”  Lifting the girl from the playpen Amalia carried her through to the crib room where two of the large hospital grade stainless steel cribs had been prepared. They were large, large enough to probably even contain an Amazon kindergartener Amalia thought as she lay Sarah, the smaller of the two girls into one of the waiting cribs. The sound of steel on steel signalled to Sarah that she had been taken from the playpen prison cell and put in another. Still pretending to be under the influence of the muscle relaxant she had been injected with earlier, and the bottle the Student Nurse through she had willingly finished, she lay on the firm crib mattress as the soft flannelette cotton baby gown that covered her small body was lifted and a finger slipped inside the leg cuff of the lacey baby pants. “No leaks yet baby-girl, your diapee is wet but i know your new Mommy put you in double diapers with a soaker pad so it can wait… Ama will change you diapers after nap time.”  When the dropside of the crib was fully raised the top locking latches clicked into place loudly. Sarah was trapped, or she would have been if she had taken the bottle laced with Demazin as she had every day that week until today. Now she used her new found awareness to survey the semi darkened room, was there another way out other than the door into the hallway? As her eyes adjusted to the semi darkness she surveyed the room. Six cribs, all stainless steel with dropsides that could be raised or lowered to various positions. All looking like they belonged in the paediatric ward of a hospital. Sterile, well made, strong cribs that would take whatever punishment was thrown at them. Narrowing her search she studied the crib that contained her. Vertical steel bars rising from below the firm mattress that crinkled with every movement. Tugging at the corner of the bottom sheet she pulled it free from under the crib mattress revealing the source of the noise, a pink plastic waterproof cover, the mattress had been protected against the possibility of potty accidents. On Monday she would have laughed at that idea, after five days of diapers she knew that a leaky diaper wasn’t just a possibility, it was now her reality.  Grabbing the steel bars she hauled herself up into a standing position, her desire for escape tempered by the fact that the vertical bars continued on past her head. The crib was huge, much bigger that she had previously realised. Reaching for the top rail of the dropside her tiny hands fell short of their target. She could see it but not reach it. That was a problem to be overcome. Rock wall climbing had been a favourite activity back in her own dimension, now she put that skill into practice as she attempted to climb the crib bars. Reaching up she grabbed the bars above her head and pulled herself up clear of the crib mattress, next she brought her knees up and pushed her bootie covered tiny feet against the crib bars.  Step One done she moved onto Step Two, she knew from rock climbing the secrets to success. Climb with her eyes first. Look for hand and foot holds before making the next move. Climb with her legs rather than her arms. She had to think about it, although she had found herself learning to crawl like baby again her strength was still in her leg muscles, not her hands. She had to find good foot holds first, and then seek hand holds that maintained balance. By letting her legs do most of the hard work; her arms would last longer. All good in theory, practice however was a different story as the soft pink woollen baby booties that covered her feet refused to grip against the polished steel bars, sliding clear as soon as she put pressure on them leaving her hanging until her strength gave out. Eventually she had to let go, with a thump her body hit the crib mattress resulting in noise she would have preferred to avoid making. Then she heard it, footsteps on the polished tiles of the adjacent room, someone was coming, but who was it and why? Creaking of the door hinges signalled the intruders intent, they were coming into the room where she was held captive.  “Suuusssh Baby, Sarah is already napping… you need to be quite and stop squirming, its nap time for you as well and I don’t want your little playmate disturbed,” Amalia said as she carried the little Sarah had first seen a week ago. That had been at the hotel, until today she had thought Heather was an Amazon toddler in a cute sundress. When the woman had lifted her up to see the baby in the pram the pull-up that covered her bottom had peeked out from under the hem of the short sundress. That had been the moment when Sarah realised how fucked she was, her boyfriend no longer on the scene and herself diapered, dressed in Amazon baby clothes, her voice silenced with a pacifier as she lay flat on her back in an Amazon baby pram while her arms and legs twitched uncontrollably from the muscle relaxation she had been injected with. Now it was her turn to watch, to observe first hand the effects of amazon baby formula on hapless littles. Her initial reaction was to fight back, to complain about the unfairness of it all but that would achieve nothing, the seven days had taught her that much if nothing else.  Laying low would be the key to success. If Amalia realised she was awake and still fully mobile the battle would be over without a single shot being fired. Laying in the prone position she closed her eyes, then opened one just enough to glimpse what was happening. Amalia had taken the girl to the crib opposite her own and lowered the dropside. She held Heather on her hip before lifting the girl into the waiting crib. As she watched the Student Nurse slipped a finger under the frilly baby pants that covered Heather’s diaper. The action wasn’t lost on her, even if it had been Amalia’s whispered comment confirmed what she had suspected. “Baby is a little wet but her diapee can take more yet.” The sound of steel on steel signalled a change of purpose in the room. The dropside of the crib had been pulled up and secured in place. The Amazon teen who had been left in charge was leaving the room, the sound of the door lock latching closed signalled her intent. It was nap time. In a diaper that had already been anointed while she had been bottle fed by the Student Nurse Heather found herself crib bound with five significant differences. Her body felt like a dead weight, her limbs refused to respond, she had difficulty keeping her head up, her eyes wanted to close of their own accord and her brain was fried. It would not be long before nap time became a reality. Through the vertical bars of the crib she watched as Sarah, now sitting in the same pedantic hospital style crib on the opposite wall of the room peeled off the woollen booties that covered her feet. Next she stripped off the white brushed flannelette cotton baby gown that she had been dressed in by the woman who had fawned over her. Heather had watched the Mommy and Baby show as it had played out through the glass wall that separated the playroom and viewing room and felt just as frightened by the power the Amazon woman had over the petite little. The baby pants were next, with relative ease she tugged then down her skinny legs and off over her bootied feet. Speed was of the essence, before she knew it both of the baby booties were off, her feet were bare, what was she now doing? If Amalia came back there would be trouble.  Entranced she watched as Sarah dragged a doll wearing nothing more than a diaper from the end of crib. It had the same hair color and was almost as big as she was. Quickly her intent became clear, she had covered the dolls diaper in the lace baby pants and was now dressing it in the soft flanelette  cotton baby gown and booties she had been wearing moments earlier. Once dressed she lay the doll in the prone position in the centre of the crib, tugged the gown up so that the baby pants were peeking out and turned its head to face away from the door so that it would look to a casual observer like it was her napping.  So that was her plan, use the doll to look like her, a ruse very similar to the one used by the three inmates who escaped from the infamous Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary on the night of June 11, 1962. The story had fascinated her on a high school trip to the island two years earlier. It had been bold, the three men had spent six months preparing their breakout, making papier mache model heads resembling their own likenesses that they put into their beds before making a clean get way on a improvised inflatable raft never to be seen again. With the doll positioned to look like her own body Sarah wasn’t wasting anytime, she knew the window of opportunity would be small. Grabbing the crib bars in both hands she began to climb. Heels down for maximum climbing friction, bare footed she now maximised the area that the soles of her feet were in contact with the stainless steel vertical bars of the crib. ‘Butt out’, she remembered, ‘that will help to keep my heels down’. As she climbed the waterproof plastic back sheets of the double diapers snugly taped around her bottom crinkled with each and every movement. One thing was certain to her, if she slipped she would land with a crash back on the crib mattress and that would surely warn her captor that she was up-to no-good. An inch at a time, small but steady gains, each incrementing until she had both hands holding the top horizontal rail of the crib.  Wiped out from the cocktail of Amazon baby formula laced with Demazin, Heather watched the escape attempt unfold. Her new friend was an amazing climber, something she wasn’t confident that she herself could accomplish. The little who had been her playpen companion was focused, every hand and foot hold looked to have been planned, everything was seamless, there were no mistakes other than what appeared to be a soggy diapered bottom, the yellowed plastic now rising like a full moon over the top horizontal rail of the crib. It was like watching a fantasy play out in real time, except for the fact that her new friend had lost control of her bladder right in front of her. If that had been her she would have been utterly humiliated.  With her own coordination disrupted Heather seemed to barely notice as the thick padding of the disposable diaper between her thighs became warm. What had started as a trickle a few seconds ago was now a steady flow that caused the diaper to expand, the warm liquid rapidly adsorbed as it ran down between her buttocks, quickly soaking into the thick padding beneath her bottom. She gasped, jolted from her daydream, but there was no stopping it. The process had begun and all she could do was lay there, cringing and squirming while she felt hot streams of pee flow out from her body into the waiting diaper, down around her inner thighs and buttocks, soaking into the padding and causing it to swell. Mostly it flowed naturally down, swelling beneath her bottom until she felt like she was sitting on a soft, warm, squishy cushion, when that could take no more it spread between her legs and toward the front of the disposable padding which continued to expand forcing her legs further apart. Heather gasped an involuntary sigh of relief, then moaned as she pushed her hips forward and felt the warm, constricting padding pressing firmly against her tender skin. While it was embarrassing what surprised her was the way it felt. Warm, soft and comforting, she actually liked the feeling. The disposable and the baby pants that covered it crinkled as she pressed her hand between her legs feeling the warm, squishy padding. It was soaked, there was no doubt in her mind about that fact. Exhausted her body wanted to nap but the girl in the opposite crib was now pulling herself over the top rail of her own crib prison in a brazen escape attempt. What was she going to do next? Could she help her escape as well she thought, pulling her hand away from the infantile baby pants that covered the soaked disposable she was now wearing. What was her plan?

I am retired and unfortunately due to chronic pain, can't do much , So I spend a Lot of time on here and U tube, the people that caught this guy , I am glad they caught him, But I am also surprised that every case they get are not kicked out of court. See if you watch enough its one of the traps that an adult is playing a 14 yr old or an 11 yr old etc, so A Big yes if the guy shows up or has the meeting that means he will do it for real. So he needs to be arrested . I have seen on the Pred poacher and several others there was one guy that was out of prison for maybe a week or so, they busted him on U tube, and back in. prison for him.... I know in my state and several others no matter if you pissed on a wall or did rape etc everything is a life on the register.  That was changed several yrs ago If they don't reoffend after the 20-30 yrs they. can be removed from the list... I as many others from age 60 maybe 🤔 and older had someone if not them with a family member or teacher etc that violated them. And back then it was swept under the rug and a family embarrassment that just was swept away and the kid left to think well I did Something wrong???? It's my fault. Then as an adult the kid has soo many mixed up things in there mind and if they don't get help they may deal with it on the wrong side of the law.  They had a reporter in Florida and she reported on and interviewed a number of them,, Watching these videos makes them come out ,,setup already most of them here and other states can find housing or work. So a number of the guys begging at a corner , the homeless are supposed to be on the register but they are not. So is that a good idea to make the only place for them be on the street? they will break many laws because if they get caught they will get 3 meals a day etc..So if you research it. Last time I looked we had over 100k registered here in California alone..and then the homeless that the government has no idea where they are.. I really don't like it also that they now have connected ABDL into it ,,,so things they don't understand they have to just assume its all connected..

I'll second that baby Luke. That last chapter just hit right in the feels for me .  I'm sure glad there are talented writers out there to entertain folks like us.  Some stories are just hard to read and turn me away real quick.  But not this one frosty knows how to keep us reeled in like a bunch of bass lol. 

I'm from Kansas City, We are close by since i'm in Johnson.  Maybe you like to hang out sometime?

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