2011

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Chapter 35 - Back to Babyhood  Stuck on her back in a pram in a wet diaper. Again her mind raced backward like the hands of a cuckoo clock of doom that marked each hour with a screeching call and a mechanical bird that emerged from a small door. Her mind ran wildly in reverse until she recalled the last time that she had been babied when she was in her own opinion well past that milestone in her life. She had been a petite kindergartener at the time, away from home with her single Mom who was attending a five day conference in Las Vegas. Her Mom had dropped her off at a babysitter city who did overnights as well as daytime while she attended the conference for a whole five days.  It had been a living nightmare. The sitter knew she was a kindergartener, her Mom had said that when handing her over, the problem was she was much smaller than her peers and the clothes in her wheelie bag was all 2T size. Her mind replayed the visual images of that encounter, the house with parched lawns, peeling paint and a beat up car in the driveway. “I’ve got her… she will be fine, relax and enjoy your conference,” the Sitter had said to her Mom after picking her up and giving her leggings a pat on the bottom. “Wave to Mommy sweetie…,” the Sitter had purred in a charming voice intended to put her Mom at ease before retreating into the house.  Las Vegas didn’t just earn the nickname “Sin City” it had created a brand that was near perfect, provided you weren’t weren’t the victim. The visible image consisted of the tourist strip, LED screens, who’s who fancy residencies, and crazy tourists behaving badly. Midnight unplanned weddings, quickie divorces and dodgy financial deals. Vegas had it all, questionable without a doubt, and that was what the public could see. Hidden in plain sight was the machinery that kept the place running, hostesses, croupiers, bar tenders, cooks, hotel staff and the babysitters.  Babysitters were not something most people had in mind when they through about Vegas, but the pace couldn’t run without them. Babysitters took care of the kids of casino workers, the hotel staff and the services that supported Sin City. It wasn’t a daytime job, the place ran 24x7 and it needed 24x7 babysitters. That simple fact played into the hands of tourists and babysitters alike, come to Vegas, bring the kiddos, leave then with us and party till you cant party anymore. There were plenty of cases of kids being left with babysitters and never collected. Young Moms who had got caught up in the excitement of being a showgirl or decided that a quickie wedding to a dodgy businessman with deep pockets was a better outcome than changing crappy diapers and wiping snotty noses. Then there were the babysit to order deals, buyers who wanted a specific gender or genetic looks, Babies and toddlers primarily who quietly ended up with new parents after their bio Moms failed to collect them. The desert was vast, a barren lonely, harsh landscape that hid its victims in silence. Everything in Vegas had a price, even silence.  The facade had crumpled almost immediately after the door of the babysitters house closed behind Sarah. Carried into the living room she saw two other kids, one a kindergartener like her and the other a toddler in a soaked disposable diaper that was long overdue for a change watching cartoons on the TV. Expecting to be put down next to them she was carried through into the kitchen and plonked down on the kitchen table. Looking around she began to panic, the table was way too high for her to climb down from and the woman had pushed her onto her back and was removed her sneakers. “I don’t know what your Momma was thinking bringing you to me in these big girl clothes and no diaper!” Stunned she lay on the kitchen table as the Sitter stripped off her leggings and panties leaving her bottom half naked. Rolling her head she watched as the Sitter extracted a perfectly machine folded white rectangle from an already open pack of disposable diapers on the kitchen table then shook it open.  “Nooo… noo diapee..” she had complained as the Sitter held her ankles in one hand, lifted her legs and slipped the offending object under her bottom before lowering her legs, tugging the diaper up between them and fastening the sticky tapes to the landing zone. That was all had taken, it was like time had stopped, her pants had been removed and replaced with a disposable baby diaper.  “Sussshhh…. It’s not the end of the world…. but you won’t  be needing these big girl clothes while Im babysitting you,” she had been told as the woman tossed her jeans and panties in a nearby laundry basket and carried her back into the sitting room where she was deposited in a large mesh sided playpen.  “Waaa taaa…” her complaint was cut off as her t-shirt was tugged off over her head leaving her naked  apart from the diaper. Daylight reappeared and she made another attempt to plead her case before being silenced by a pacifier. The woman was clearly in charge, there was no doubt about that. “You can either keep that paci in and watch cartoons with the other kids or I can put you in the crib for a morning nap… it’s your choice, which one is it going to be kiddo?” Either-way she was doomed, Sarah knew it, her Mom would not be back until Friday evening. Reaching for the sticky diaper tapes she looked up at the babysitter who immediately intervened. “Oh no you don’t….,” she commanded brushing her hands away from the diaper tapes. “You are way too little to be in panties… look at Jassie… she is three and still in diapees and you are much smaller than her… yes you are… yes you are… you are still a little baby… and little baby’s need their diapees… that is how its going to be while you are in my house.”  So that was it, she might be a kindergartener but because of her small size the woman was going to baby her. She didn’t need diapers but the Sitter had decided that she did and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. It had been a formative event in her life, she had been old enough at the time to clearly remember it. The Sitter had been as nice as pie on the door step, but that had just been a facade. As soon as her Mom had driven off she had been taken into the Sitters house where her leggings, panties and tee shirt had been stripped off and replaced by a cheap store brand disposable baby diaper that was large enough to fit her petite body.  The next five days were etched into her memory. After being hauled out of the playpen mid morning with a still dry diaper the Sitter had fed her a bottle of warmed baby formula on the sofa while the toddler and the older girl were given sippy cups of juice. The Sitters hand kneading the front of her diaper had caused it to crinkle loudly while the other hand held the bottle that kept her mouth plugged with its foul tasting sterilised silicone nipple. The memory was still fresh, even though that day had been fourteen years ago. Now she was projected back into her past, where that babysitter’s cutting comment had hit home like a sledgehammer, “Mmmmm…. Your diapee is still clean and dry babygirl… but it won’t be for much longer.”  Sarah had felt a growing need to use a bathroom for the past hour while stuck in the playpen. With her tummy filling up on warm baby milk it hadn’t taken long for her to realise that she was not only feeling lethargic but was closer to needing a bathroom than she had at first realised. Squirming to get free she had tried, but was easily defeated by the Sitter who increased her grip, stood up from the sofa and carried her down the hallway and into a bedroom that she could see contained a toddler sized bed. Good she had thought, a nap is what I need right now only to have that illusion shattered when the woman turned and lowered her into a waiting baby crib. As the dropside was pulled up the strong vertical white wooden bars filled her field of view. What the.. she had thought only to have her initial shock confirmed when the dropside locked into place with an audible click of the top safety latches prevented it from being lowered. With her belly full of warm baby formula that the Sitter had spiked with Demazin the last thing she remembered were the Sitter’s sing song words… “Baby likes her diaper dry, if it’s wet, she will get upset. Baby’s got a cute little booty… even when her diaper is poopy… get set… get set… when baby wakes she will be wet… get set… get set… when baby wakes she will have gone poopy.” The Sitters words had been ignored to her peril. Waking an hour later Sara had been overwhelmed by the scent of poop, rolling over she tried to escape it but it followed her like a bad smell. After tossing and turning for ten minutes she had come to her senses and was awake, only to find herself in a large baby crib wearing a dirty diaper that was also soaked. What the... how had that happened she had thought as the door to room opened and the giant of a woman walked over to the crib. “I know a little baby with a dirty diapee… yes I do… yes I do…” she had pronounced before seeing the now half empty baby bottle laying in the crib. “Baby girl’s need to drink all of their babas to get their dipees changed” she had then stated before handing the bottle to Amy. “Finish your baba baby girl and I will change your diapee… and just so you know who is boss around here until that baba is empty baby will be staying in her dirty diapee.”  That threat had been enough to push Sarah into action, leaning forward she took the bottle from the woman and began to nurse it like there was no tomorrow. “Good girl,” the Sitter had cooed as she took a clean diaper from an open pack on the dresser and lay it on a baby change table at the end of the crib. Being diapered by the Sitter, paraded around the neighbourhood in a pram, bottle fed and contained for five days in a playpen, crib and a highchair, as if she was still a baby had been a nightmare. The only upside had been because she was tiny no one realised anything was out of place. That was then and now was now, history was repeating itself in a different dimension where she was again the size of a baby and the decisions being made were out of her control. It had been an experience she had tried to forget, now the memory was again as fresh as if it had happened yesterday.                                - - -  In desperation Sarah tried to sit up in the pram but her muscle coordination was shot. She was on display to a new world which now consisted of the white vinyl sides of the pram, a dark blue hood printed with white bunny rabbits and the painted ceiling of the room. Above her a row of plastic pram toys was strung from one side of the hood to the other. Colored plastic ducks that she could not even reach with her padded hands.  What impressed County Jail Daycare Administrator Sandra Luvv the most was how much like a real Amazon baby the petite girl now looked. Tears ran down her flushed cheeks as she realised that she had been immobilised by the injection in her arm. Leaning into the pram she looked the girl who she had promised to help last week in the eye and smiled as she slipped the rubber nipple of a pink pacifier between the girls quivering lips. “I said I would help you go home little one and I will, now, stop crying and take your paci, it will make you feel better,” holding the offending object in place until the girl began to nurse. “If today works out you will be going home with a new Mommy in two weeks as her newborn”.   The way the petite tourist now looked told its own story, Sarah was destined to be a baby in Terra and Sandra Luvv would do everything in her power to make that happen, if she gave any quarter now the advantage she had gained would be immediately lost. Turning to hide the grin of satisfaction on her face she took a warm bottle of baby formula from the young assistant and put it in the diaper bag that hung off the pram handle. “Off we go little one… it’s time for you to meet your new Mommy,” she said while pushed the pram and its diapered occupant into the adjacent corridor.  The sway of the pram as the woman pushed it along the corridor shattering any hope that Sarah had of freedom. What had started as another morning was quickly spiralling out of control. “UUUUU…. NNNAAAAA… PPPPAAAA… ppeesseee… haauupp…” Her voice reduced to baby babble by the cocktail of drugs now circulating in her system as tears formed in her eyes. If it had been a play she would have been the lead actress, but it wasn’t, it was an unfolding nightmare that got worse with every exposed frame. “It’s OK little baby,” Sandra cooed while glancing down as she pushed the pram and its diapered occupant through the facility, “I promise I’ll stay with you.” “Nnaaa… bbaaa… nnaaaa… “ “Yes Sweetheart, I know that you are scared and so you should be, that’s what your paci is for… it will calm you. Now be good, play along, pretend Mrs Diapre is your new Mommy and you will be back with your little playmate before lunchtime.” While she knew the genealogy of the couples surname it still amused her. Diapre originated from old Albanese name of D'Ipre. Over time it had become Diapre, although because it was easier to spell and sounded better. Most Diapre families had originally came from the Ipre area and settled on the South coast of Terra after the Albanese invasion. Terra was a major part of the Albanese supply lines from the continent. Many immigrants came to Terra as a first port of call, many stayed there, including D'Ipres. Their original region of Ipre was also a major cloth diaper production/market town, which is why babies nappies in modern Terraese are also called diapers. The surname of the couple that were interested in adopting Amy was simply a coincidence, nothing more, but it amused Sanda Luvv who failed to make the modern day connection to her own surname.  Stuck on her back in the pram Sarah was furious. Be good and play along, who did this woman think she was, a little kid who needed a mommy. The pram sent a clear message that she was now about to meet a woman who wanted to adopt her wearing nothing more a daytime disposable diaper, frilly diaper cover and woollen baby booties. Stuck in the pram there no way out. Turning she looked across the pram, its white vinyl lined sides preventing her from seeing anything, she was well aware of the risk she now faced but powerless to do anything to control the situation. To make matters worse her bladder was demanding release… normally that would not be a problem… every other day of her enforced confinement she could find the bathroom where a plastic training potty in her size was kept but this morning she had been diapered and brought to a different part of the daycare centre, a part of the facility that had been designed for much younger residents with cribs, highchairs, a diaper change table and a large playpen.  Now she found herself on her back in a baby pram with no way out. As quick as it had started the pram stopped moving. The woman who she knew was the Daycare Administrator was now talking to another woman who’s voice she didn’t recognise. Who could it be, Why had the pram stopped moving? What was happening now? All valid questions that were answered as two woman got closer to the pram and she could see their faces.  “Baby Sarah can be yours if you decide to take her Mrs Diapre. We can schedule the regression surgery for next week, it will take another week for her to be ready to go home with you but you can spend each day here with your new baby attending to her needs as you will also need to complete the compulsory newborn parenting training.” Admiring the petite girl in the pram a smile touched Evelyn Diapre’s lips. The baby was even more perfect in the flesh than she had looked through the glass partition. Reaching into the pram she extracted the baby, sliding one hand under its head and neck and the other hand under its bottom. Once she had a good hold, Evelyn Diapre scooped up the petite tourist who was about to become her new baby and brought the girl close to her chest. With the girl’s head resting against her chest she then slid her hand up from the padded bottom to support the baby’s neck. Sarah squirmed and tried to talk but all that came out was baby babble.  Contained by the playpen on the other side of the glass partition Heather watched in horror as the giant woman cradled her new friend in her arms as she slipped a finger under the elastic leg gathers of the girl’s diaper checking for wetness. She watched closely as the woman’s finger probed the fluff pulp inside of the thick plastic backed disposable diaper. She could now also hear the conversation in the observation room, the sound system must be two way she concluded. “Baby has done a wee but her diapee can take more yet before it needs changing …. Is she hiding a bigger surprise in there for Mommy?” the woman announced with no consideration of how that comment would impact Sarah and anyone else observing.  Lifting the girl to her shoulder she held her there with one hand while tugging the elasticated waist band of the frilly baby pants and the disposable diaper back with her free hand before peering inside and examining the disposable padding. “Mmmm, still clean back her, baby hasn’t done any poopies for Mommy yet,” she announced seemingly pleased with her inspection as Amy continued to wriggle in her arms. When she then held Sarah out in front with both hands as of she was inspecting a fairground prize she smiled, “Your diapee is wet little one, but its still clean so doesn’t need changing yet, is baby hungry, is that what it is, does Mommy need to feed her?” Heather and Sarah were now looking at each other directly, one being held by an Amazon woman as if she was a baby, the other contained in a playpen designed for an Amazon toddler. Neither of them were happy, both were diapered, one wet the other still dry. Eitherway it didn’t really matter, both girls had been cast in a play they hadn’t signed up for and both now knew they had made a terrible mistake accepting what had felt like an offer that was too good to be true, a free holiday to Terra for the first twenty people to subscribe to a new travel company’s website.   Cradling the tiny girl in her arms the woman took a seat in on the observation room sofa as the Daycare Administrator retrieved the bottle of baby formula that had been stuffed into the bulging pink diaper bag decorated with a appliqué of a white elephant that hung off the pram handles. Holding the bottle in one hand she past it to the woman who had Sarah in her arms, “Is baby thirsty?” she asked, though it wasn’t really a question and both girls knew it. Her next comment cast a die that would set Sarah on a pathway she had hoped to never return to. “Mommy has your bottle baby girl… once that little tummy is full she will change your daipee and show you the present she has brought for you… yes she will… yes she will…,” the woman proclaimed as if she had won the lottery.  The face of a large woman with a bottle that was full of a creamy off white liquid filled Sarah’s view of the room. They were face to face. She held the bottle up. “Here you go, sweetheart,” she murmured. “Its baby formula this time but soon you will be getting Mommy’s special milk. She didn’t hand the bottle to her. Instead she brought the brown rubber nipple that had fed god knows how many earthlings before her up-to Sarah’s lips then realised they were still plugged with a pacifier.  Sarah watched in fear as the bottle was set aside and the pacifier was plucked from her mouth with a resounding plop. Was it over? Had the Amazon woman changed her mind? Any though of that being the case was quickly dismissed when the rubber nipple of the bottle began to probe her quivering lips before it found an opening and slipped inside. It was part of the ritual. She didn’t get to decide, the woman did. While that was now clear to her to also rocked the foundations of her new friend Heather who had watched the scene play out from the other side of the glass partition.  With the girl’s mouth wide open as if she was trying to catch flies Evelyn Diapre had guided the rubber nipple of the warm baby bottle between the little’s quivering lips. The nipple pressed against the girl’s tongue, she tilted the bottle slightly. “Drink up baby,” she whispered as a smile filled her face, “if you behave Mommy might just let you grow up again one day.”  Sarah had no choice, warm milk dripped from the nipple into her mouth, she closed her lips around the nipple and sucked. The warm, sweet baby formula ran freely filling her mouth. It was thick and chalky, nothing like the glass of wine that she actually wanted. She drank slowly, her eyes darting back and forth as the Amazon woman bottle fed her. She had found a rythym, for every two sucks she swallowed. Getting a good mouthful of milk with each suck she made a small gulping noise with each swallow. After swallowing, she breathed out with a puff of air that made a “k-ah” sound. The cycle then repeated, suck, swallow, breath, suck, swallow, breathe in a rhythmic gulp ”k-ah” pattern.  Evelyn Diapre basked in the sweet feeling of success, she had her prize, not only was the little tiny, she was diapered and feeding like a newborn. When the sound of a “click” told her that the baby had broken the seal on the nipple causing it to slip from her mouth she adjusted the position of the bottle by bringing the baby’s chin deeply onto the bottle with her nose tilted away from the bottle and head tipped back. Chin in, nose tilting away, head back. The same position she took when drinking a glass of wine.  Eye contact was unavoidable for Sarah as the sound of her nursing the baby bottle filled the quiet room. The Amazon woman holding her seemed pleased with the outcome, her expression one of deep contentment. This was the reward. This involuntary, wordless baby-care. She was being force fed through a baby bottle, an item that she had left behind years ago. This wasn’t her choosing, this was two Amazon’s robbing her of independence. With no choice she took the bottle, nursing on it until it was almost empty, the last few drops, making a soft, hollow sound. When it was truly gone, she relaxed as the suction on the nipple let go with a ‘plop’. A trickle of baby formula escaped the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin. The woman who held her didn’t wipe it away immediately. She watched, she saw the contentment of a little baby with a full tummy and smiled while her husband continued to do business on his mobile phone. The simple, physical satisfaction of feeding a baby.  Sarah let out a warm breath along with a soft, contented sigh that came from the very bottom of her full tummy. It was a sound of pure, uncomplicated satisfaction. Her thirst was gone. Her need was met. She had been fussy and the woman wanting to be her new Mommy had provided. Only then did she gently wipe the droplet from her chin with a soft cloth before setting the empty bottle aside then cupping Amy’s tiny face in both of her hands stoking her cheeks. “You are such a good baby… yes you are,” she said, her voice hushed from its usual loud tone. “Just like a newborn. You knew what you needed, you let Mommy know, you trusted Mommy to feed you. That’s the best gift you could have given Mommy, now she has one for you baby girl.”  Finally, the bottle was empty. Sarah relaxed when the nipple was pulled from her mouth with a soft pop. The Amazon woman who insisted on calling herself mommy held the empty bottle in her right hand as the Daycare Supervisor smirked. “Good girl,” she said, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Amy didn’t answer. Her full bladder was now a pressing, urgent reality. The baby formula had hit her system fast. She needed to wee. Badly. Laying in the woman’s arms she was trying to ignore the demand. She clenched her internal muscles, holding back. There was no way she wanted to wet herself while being held by the Amazon goddess. Not today, not any day. But she would have no choice, the diaper would get wet, the wetness would seep through the fluff pulp padding as it adsorbed her accident until it could take no more. Then it might leak. People might not smell it but they would see it. The thought terrified her as the pressure built. It was a fierce, constant ache. She shifted minutely in the woman’s arms trying to find a position that relieved it. Nothing helped. The woman still held her, she wasn’t pebrturbed and seemed to be enjoying the power that she wielded.  Evelyn Diapre was no longer looking at the baby in her arms, her eyes were on the glass petition as she watched Heather who was confined to the playpen on the other side. The girl was crawling, it would be long before she was toddling, she looked cute in a larger size of the same frilly diaper cover that the baby was wearing. “The strawberry blonde, did you said her name was Heather and that she is also a portal little?” “Yes, that correct,” Sanda Luvv confirmed. “The woman she was found with has been held on suspicion of little trafficking by the Police and there is now an Agency involved that deals with both Amazon and Little cases?” While Heather wasn’t on Daycare Supervisor Sandra Luvv’s case list there might still be an opportunity to make a bonus from a referral. “Adopted Angels, their office is in downtown Aurora, she isn’t available from us, you would need to go through the Adoption Agency if you were interested.” Amy had tuned in on the conversation. Was the woman now changing her mind, did she want Heather instead? She hoped that would be the case as the pressure in her small bladder became a sharp, stabbing need to use a bathroom. The Amazon woman that held her and the Daycare Supervisor were talking again. “We don’t have a lot on Heather currently other than what we have established by running her DNA through the national crime lab and dimensional portals databases. We all thought she was a real Amazon Baby, but it turns out that her DNA matched a little that arrived on a tour two weeks ago. She is eighteen and petite in her own dimension and as luck would have it the same length and weight as a baby in ours. Amy tried squeezing her thighs together but the thick diaper between them prevented her from achieving that goal. Holding her breath she knew what was coming and that she could not avoid it. Eventually she couldn’t hold it any longer as her control already frayed by terror and exhaustion gave way. A first warm trickle escaped, then the dam burst and it became a flood. She couldn’t stop it. She was wetting herself while being held in the Amazon woman’s arms. The warm liquid seeped into the dry padding of the baby diaper, slowly creeping through the fluff pulp as it was adsorbed. Gawd, she though, she was eighteen, the Amazons all wanted to baby her, wetting her diaper would only exacerbate that behaviour. As the warmth spread slowly through the core of the diaper it swelled up and grew heavier. Warmth between her legs signalled that she was wetting again, the sound was faint but she could hear it and feel it. Horror washed over her. She had done it. She had wet her diaper twice while being held by an Amazon woman who was a stranger. Her mind raced to the consequences. She was in a diaper. Would it leak? It was thick, but was it thick enough? Would the plastic back sheet be enough to contain her accident? If it wasn’t would the frilly baby pants covering the diaper be sufficient as a second flood barrier? Would the woman who held her be able to tell? Could she smell or feel it?  Panicking Sarah froze. If she stayed perfectly still, maybe the wetness wouldn’t spread. Maybe it would be contained. She stared straight ahead, through the glass partition she could see her new friend crawling in the playpen that had earlier also contained her as the warm, damp feeling against her skin was a constant, terrifying reminder of her accident. Every second that passed, she expected the Amazon woman to comment on the state of her diaper but she said nothing and continued her discussion with the Daycare Supervisor.  “Is progression for a Portal Little from newborn to a toddler similar to how it is here in Terra?” The question brought a smile to Sandra Luvv’s face, “It follows a similar pattern with the time in each phase being the exception. Because we are a superior race and we live three times as along as a Portal Little does in their own dimension here in Terra each development stage is three times as long. The added bonus of being in Terra is that with our advanced bioscience you can further control your little’s development, or if you choose to do so you can keep your little as a forever baby.” Reaching for a pamphlet she handed it to the woman. “This explains each developmental stage and when it occurs in the Littles dimension compared to Terra.”  Taking the pamphlet Evelyn Diapre quickly scanned it before placing it on the coffee table where Amy had a good of it. What she read induced a sense of fear she had never before experienced.  Baby to Toddler development - milestones development - Earth vs Terra Earth - Newborn to 2 months / Terra - Newborn to 9 months Baby is fed only breast milk or formula with iron           Turns head to both sides while on back Lifts head and able to turn to both sides while on belly Head lag with pull to sit Kicking both legs and moving both arms equally while on back Performs tummy time on floor regularly Earth - 3 to 4 months / Terra - 9 to 12 months Baby is fed only breast milk or formula with iron            Raises head in line with trunk when pulled to sit Pushes up on forearms and turn head side to side while on belly Tolerates tummy time well Rolls from belly to back Earth - 5 months / Terra - 15 months Baby is fed only breast milk or formula with iron            Rolls from back to belly Brings feet to mouth laying on back Pushes up on hands with arms extended while on belly Pivots in a circle while on belly to each side Earth - 6 to 8 months / Terra - 12 to 24 months Rice cereal (made with breast milk or formula) introduced           Sits alone for a short period Reaches for toys to play in sitting Catches self with loss of balance in sitting Crawls on belly Earth - 9 to 11 months / Terra - 27 to 33 months Baby cereals with fruit, teething biscuits, puréed fruit and vegetables introduced Breast milk or formula are still the main source of nutrition           Moves between laying down and sitting upright without help Crawls on hands and knees Pulls to a standing position with one foot leading Cruises around furniture Walks with two hands held Earth - 11 to 12 months (1 year) / Terra - 33 to 36 months (3 years)      Meat, lumpy food, pasta and cooked chopped vegetables can be introduced            Holds a bottle unaided           Toddles with one hand held Stands alone for a few seconds           Competent at crawling Earth - 13 to 14 months / Terra - 39 to 42 months       Reduces baby milk intake to six breast or bottle feeds a day           Crawls up stairs Stands up from the floor without support           Navigates upright using furniture for balance       Squats and stands back up holding onto support Earth - 15 to 18 months (1.5 years) / Terra - 45 to 54 months (4.5 years)           Graduates to a stroller using the reclined position           Can climb up stairs with hands held or rails to help Crawls down the stairs (on belly, feet first) Walking a few steps but falls easily Kicks a ball forward a couple of feet Earth - 2 years / Terra - 6 years Breast or bottle feeds mornings, lunchtime, post nap-time and evenings            Toddles and can run a few steps            Sits comfortably upright in a stroller Jumps in place with both feet off the ground Walks up and down stairs alone Kicks a ball with either foot Earth - 3 years / Terra - 9 years Breast or bottle feeds mornings, nap-time and and evenings           Walks and runs fairly well but still needs a stroller for outings            Wakes most nights            Slowly gives up morning naps graduating to one afternoon each day            Begins to show interest in bodily functions and potty training            Still needs daytime, nap-time and overnight diapers.             Can balance on one foot for a few seconds Jumps forward 10-24 inches Catches a large ball Rides a tricycle Earth - By 4 years / Terra - By 12 years Breast or bottle feeds occasionally when stressed or tired            Ready for potty training pants or pull-ups            Graduates from a crib to a toddler bed           Sleeps well through the night but still naps most days           Not yet reliably dry - still needs diapers for outings, nap-tine and overnight           Can run, jump and climb well, is beginning to skip Hops proficiently on one foot Can do hopscotch Catches a ball reliably Earth - By 5 years / Terra - By 15 years Daytime potty training success - graduates to panties           Sleeps well through the night           Gives up naps           Mostly dry at nap-time and night - only 10% will still need overnight and nap-time diapers           Skips on alternate feet and jump rope Begins to skate and swim Rides bicycle with/without training wheels Climbs well This information is a general guide to help you determine if your Amazon or Little is progressing at the rate expected for his or her age. Please keep in mind that each is unique and develops skills at their own rate and that Littles can be kept as forever babies at any stage or regressed to an earlier stage at any time. Reading the pamphlet had distracted Sarah’s attention. The words jumped off the page as if they were alive, each and everyone one of them cementing in her mind just how fucked this dimension was. Nine months as an immobile newborn, two years of a breastmilk or baby formula only diet, four and a half years of crawling before she would get to walk again, four and half years before she would graduate from a lay flat baby pram that restricted her view of the world to the inside of a pram with nothing more than a string of baby toys strung across its hood and the sky above to amuse her - she would go crazy from the boredom of it.  But it didn’t end there, for every earth year she would have to endure three years in Terra. That’s where she would be totally screwed. fucked. Nine years of being pushed around in a stroller before she would be allowed to walk freely again, nine years of being breast or bottle fed, twelve years before she would see another pair of panties and even then still diapered for outings nap-time and overnight. Twelve long years before she would graduate from being confined in a baby crib to a toddler bed… twelve years behind bars for at least fourteen hours of her day until she was eventually considered old enough to be a toddler who could be trusted with a bed of her own again. The Nap-times were worse - fifteen years of nap times… fifteen years of being made to nap every day, day in and day out and diapered for every single one. Eventually she would get panties back back but that would also be fifteen years away and even then going on her past history of bedwetting and late potty training still be diapered for car, bus, train and plane rides, trips to the stores, important events and overnight. OMG - fifteen years or more of being back in diapers even when she could skip, jump, lean to skate, swim and ride a trike with training wheels again.  Fifteen years to relearn all of the things she had mastered in five years the first time, her life was royally fucked if she was given to this woman. As she lay in the woman’s arms she remembered what had happened the day before her Mom had come to collect her from the babysitters house in Vegas fifteen years ago - there it was again fifteen years … the number was haunting her. In that living nightmare she had also been back in diapers for five whole days and been made to use them for all of her needs as well.  The memory was now vividly playing back in her mind. Harnessed in a highchair wearing a wet diaper, white onesie and plastic backed terry cotton baby bib with a pink rabbit with matching bias binding she was being spoon fed puréed baby food when the doorbell rung. Her hopes of being let out of the highchair were dashed when it wasn’t her own Mom but Jassie’s. The woman had come to collect her toddler daughter and positively fawned when she saw tiny Sarah in the highchair, her face covered in disgusting mushy peas and carrots. Jassie’s Mom, Karissa Thomas, had though she was still a baby when she was a petite six year old.  “Oh my, such a cutie… yes your are,”  Jassie’s Mom had commented as the babysitter shovelled another spoon of the disgusting puréed muck into her mouth deliberately getting most of it on her face. “Makes me want to have another baby… they grow up so fast Maria, even though my own little stinker is still in diapers she isn’t a little cutie like this one  anymore,” the woman had commented to the babysitter while handed her a fist full of cash before hoisting her own daughter off the floor and onto her hip.  Waving the handful of cash the babysitter laughed, “A good day on the pokies then Karissa… same time tomorrow?” “Sure thing Maria… there’s a guy I met from NYC who is in town for a few days, can you have Jassie for a couple of nights?” “No problem, this little cutie’s Mom will be collecting her Friday afternoon… Oh, can you bring another pack of diapees for Jassie, she is almost out.” “Sure thing… I will grab another pack of overnight Snugglers at the market tonight”. “Thanks… that will be perfect… since Jassie has been in Snugglers during the day as well there hasnt been any more surprise puddles on my floors.”  Glancing down at the petite girl in a messy bib wearing a diaper and a onesie in the highchair Karissa chuckled, “I use them on her all the time now Maria… they are great…the overnights can easily take multiple wettings… oh… it looks like this little one’s diapee has leaked.. her onesie looks wet… perhaps she could benefit from a thicker diaper as well…” “You are on the money Karissa… she is a waterworks for sure… I don’t know what her Mom uses but she has been wetting though the Pampies I’ve been using on her for the past three days… and to think her Mom had the nerve to drop her off to me in panties on Monday morning.” “Well its your lucky day Maria… I’ve think there is still a half used pack of crawler size Snugglers in the trunk of my car that used to fit Jassie... come on out to the car… we can check if they are still there.” Left alone in the highchair Sarah wriggled in an attempt to get free. There was no way she wanted to be wearing even thicker underwear, the disposables she had been made to wear for the last three days were bad enough even if the current one was now soaked. What she wanted was no more diapers and to be given her panties back. Before she knew it the babysitter strolled back into the kitchen with a half open pack of Snugglers Thick Overnight Diapers that had belonged to the girl who had just left with her Mom.  “Ok little Miss Pee Pants…let’s get you changed into a dry daipee shall we,” the Babysitter cruelly announced while seemingly enjoying her power over the girl. Leaving the pack of diapers on the kitchen table she unlatched the highchair tray removing it before releasing the webbing harness that kept the girl from escaping the highchair. Plucking the girl our of her confinement she grabbed the disposable between her skinny legs with a wicked smile on her face. “Soaked again… well thanks to your playmate’s Mom that should now be a thing of the past.”  Any thoughts Sarah had of getting her panties back were immediately dashed when the Babysitter holding her in one arm grabbed a folded white rectangle of plastic from the half used pack of disposables on the kitchen table.  Size: Crawler - 30 - 41 lbs, Pack Size: 34 disposable diapers, Stretchy waistband for comfort and flexibility when crawling, Secure grip tabs allow adjustment and refastening for a better fit, Extra tall leak guards and leg elastics to prevent leaks, Super absorbent core for long-lasting dryness and protection, Soft and breathable for enhanced comfort, Suitable for active crawlers, day and night use. The specifications said it all, she was royally fucked and she knew it.                                                                                    - - - Back in the present Sarah shifted in the woman’s arms, it was now obvious that the warm wetness in her diaper had cooled, turning into a clammy, uncomfortable dampness. The disposable felt both heavy and soggy. She could feel the wet padding pressing against her skin everywhere. Finally, the woman looked at her again. “Oh look… baby needs a diaper change… yes she does… yes she does,” she announced, her voice high pitched.  No way… no way… somehow she needed to find a way out of this place and out of this god forsaken dimension. The loud ticking of the wall clock now felt like a countdown to a life sentence, each second moving her her one step closer to a destiny she had to avoid at all costs. The wet diaper felt like seaweed clinging to her body. Sarah was terrified as the woman lay her on her back in the baby pram then tugged the frilly baby pants down her skinny legs, the soggy disposable with its waterproof plastic back sheet making an unmistakable crinkling sound as it squelching with each movement of her body. She looked up at the woman, she was calm but deliberate. She had orchestrated every second of this nightmare. She had forced the bottle of baby formula into her. She had silently held her while she wet herself. She had let it happen, now she was changing her.  The tears came as a trickle initially, before streaming down her flushed cheeks. Then the dam burst, body-wracking sobs escaped from her mouth as if she as being tortured. Her cries were those of a baby, a baby that needed consoling as her tiny body shook violently. Her legs kicked out in weak, spasmodic jerks, the soft woollen booties that covered her tiny feet jerking uncontrollably. She cried for the adult she used to be, someone who now felt like a distant memory. She cried for her own dignity as the tapes on her swollen diaper were ripped open, another reminder of her lost adulthood. She cried because she had been regressed to a second babyhood, terrified that an Amazon woman she had not met before was now changing her diaper. Thump. The wet diaper had been stripped off and tossed into a nearby diaper pail. Hiding her warm wet face into the crook of her elbows Sarah shook as she slowly recovered. The wet diaper was now gone and the woman had her ankles in one hand as she slid a dry diaper her raised bottom. Anger now took over, why did it have to be her? Why did her boyfriend storm off on the first morning of their arrival? Why did the Tour Guide give her to a woman who was a little trafficker in the hotel carpark? Why had she not been returned to the portal? They were all questions she wanted answers too. What Amy didn’t consider was if she had known the answer how much it would have terrified her even more.  Sandra Luvv smiled, this wasn’t a bratty tantrum designed to manipulate or test boundaries, the mousy haired petite portal little was destined for a second babyhood, one that would rock the very foundations of her core. It would be a real systemic collapse of her own reality, akin to a rolling devastating earthquake, with an outcome that would be so far from her current reality than she could ever imagine. All going to plan two things were going to change and be changed permanently,  Little Sarah’s world would soon consist of the trappings of babyhood, her bed would be a crib, her table a highchair tray, her transportation a pram, her world view framed through the wooden bars or the mesh of a playpen and her panties thick, plastic backed, fluff cellulose pulp with sticky tapes to hold them secured on place - diapers, but not just any diapers - Amazon Baby Diapers. They were the thing that  would be changed multiple times every day. When she arrived in Terra there had been enough panties in her suitcase for her to change them daily. Since being taken by the Amazon in the hotel carpark she had been back in baby diapers and made to use them for all of her bodily needs… that was the changed equation, not changed once a day like her grown up panties, changed multiple times each and every day because they were either wet or poopy. With a dry disposable diaper in hand Evelyn Diapre grabbed the wriggly feet and legs of the petite tourist in one hand, lifting them until her bottom was clear of the pram mattress she slipped the crinkling diaper under the pure soft white skin of what to anyone who didn’t know that the petite girl was a little would look like a an amazon baby’s bottom. Positioning the girl on the diaper she swiftly lowered her legs back down to the pram mattress. The confined space made the job a little more difficult, once she had baby at home that problem would be eliminated through use of the baby change table that stood proudly at attention in the nursery waiting for its first owner.  She really knows what she’s doing, thought Sarah, stunned by woman’s efficiency. A sudden tickling sensation caused Sarah to open her eyes and look up once more. “It’s just a little baby powder, it will help go prevent diapee rash little one… nothing for you to worry about… Mommy’s is going to take good care of her little bundle of joy,” The woman said, liberally sprinkling the container across Sarah’s  private parts creating a cloud that drifted upwards until she sneezed. “Oops… a little too much powder maybe… but your are so cute when you sneeze little baby I could just eat you all up! Like nervous laughter or tears of joys, cute aggression was unconsciously helping Evelyn Diapre to regulate her emotions and maintain a steady state of mind after her initial extreme emotional reaction on being allowed physical contact with the portal little who’s diaper she was now changing. The expression restored her emotional equilibrium, she had been overwhelmed by strong positive emotions on first contact with the portal little and needed to recover from those strong emotions. From her time as a researcher at the local medical school she knew that the more cute and infantile-looking the baby was, the more the prospective parents said they wanted to “take care of and protect” the baby, pinch their cheeks and "eat them up." Medical research confirmed these findings and revealed a positive correlation between the baby's cuteness and the parents strong positive feelings. The happier she was, the more her mind try to counterbalance her emotions to maintain equilibrium. She knew the same thing caused tears of joy; when overcome with positive emotions inherent negative reactions helped to calm her mind and body. Nervous laughter was similar; she used it to try and make light of  negative comments or an awkward situation. Now though she had a diaper to finish changing. On her back in the pram Sarah looked down, her lower half had been dusted with the white baby powder. But more alarming, was the fact that woman had now slipped not one, but two diapers underneath her bottom, as well as what appeared to be a thick cellulose paper pad. “Naaaoo… naaao…” she tried to complain around the silicone nipple of the pacifier that filled her mouth but her voice no longer worked thanks to the injection she had been given earlier. Nervously she tried to lift her head to get a better view of what going on.  Evelyn Diapre momentarily stopped what she was doing and frowned. “You are way too little to be lifting your head yet little one… Mommy wants you to be a newborn so we will need to do something about that wont we,” changing her manner from caring to authoritative. Amy panicked, a newborn, no way, she might be wearing diapers now but she wasn’t a newborn. She could walk, write, read, spell feed and dress herself. She wasn’t a newborn, there must be a mistake. Immediately she stop wriggling, lay flat on the pram mattress and the woman smiled, “ that’s better, you are going to be a good little baby for Mommy aren’t you,” she said, roughly sprinkling baby powder into places Sarah preferred she didn’t go.  Rolling her eyes she turned her head to the side in protest. “Sulking now, are we baby?” Evelyn said dismissively tugging the thick booster pad firmly between her legs. The woman’s demeanour had changed, it abruptly felt less gentle than before. Less like a caring Mommy and and more like a clinical nurse, “You will learn Little One, that I won’t tolerate silly little baby girls with bratty attitudes,” she said, pulling out the front of the diaper and shifting it side to side. Sarah felt herself shrinking with humiliation into the pram mattress. Being told off by a woman she didn’t know while her diaper was changed... she could not believe it. Her sense of safety continued to evaporate as the large woman pulled up the white plastic backed diaper then quickly taped it evenly and neatly at her waist. She squirmed, feeling the bulky booster pad pressed tight against her private parts then gulped as she considered the prospect of spending the rest of the morning with that feeling. Before she could get too used to the feeling the woman quickly tugged up the second diaper, holding it tightly over the first. “Does that feel good, Baby?” Evelyn asked, in a caustic, derisive voice.  “Mmmmm,” Sarah tried to complain in a mumbling voice from behind her pacifier as the woman held the diaper in position causing the soft cotton of the booster pad to press tightly against her private parts. The woman was now teasing her, rubbing her hand firmly up and down the front of the crinkly diaper eliciting a little wimper.  “Oh, you do like it, don’t you baby?” Evelyn said, doing her best to further embarrass the girl before she quickly taped up the second diaper, ensuring it fitting snugly around the girl’s small bottom. “Well you’d better get used to it baby, because you’ll be wearing cloth diapees and waterproof baby pants when you come home with Mommy. Cloth diapees are a lot bulkier than disposables and you will be in them for a long time,” she said, taking the pair of frilly baby pants Amy had been wearing previously that the Daycare Supervisor held out. “And good old fashioned pull on plastic baby pants will keep your crib sheets and Mommy’s carpets dry.”  Sarah lay helplessly on the pram mattress. She desperately tried to look around the room for an escape but her view was locked by the sides of the pram. It had been some time since she had last seen a clock, now she had no idea what time it was. Wriggling on the pram mattress she tried to close her legs, only to be foiled by the double diapers and soaker pad that kept them well apart.  After covering the girl’s diapers with the frilly baby pants she had worn previously Evelyn Diapre held up a white baby gown with a pink elephant embroidered across the front. “Let’s get Baby dressed before she gets cold, it won’t be long now before her morning nap time so this will be perfect” she said, in a patronising tone. Taking the girl’s arms Evelyn sat her upright so that she could now feel the thick padding between her skinny legs pushing them apart. A single diaper had been bad enough, in double diapers and a soaker pad it felt to Sarah like a pillow had been stuffed between her legs as the woman who was intent on babying her threaded her arms through the baby gown then dropped it over her head.  “Lay back little one, I need to pull your baby gown down to keep you warm,” Evelyn said, gently pushing her body backwards until it met the firm mattress of the pram. On her back Amy looked up as a woman’s face that looked to be the size of the moon blocked out the rest of the room. The woman had lifted the gown and was running her fingers inside the elasticated legs of the baby pants. “Almost done Babygirl,” she proclaimed while ensuring that no part of the disposable diaper was peeking out through the leg cuffs. “These baby pants not only look darling but they will also keep you cribs sheets dry at nap-time.” Thwack.. the elasticated leg cuffs snapping back against her tender skin as the woman extracted her fingers told a story that Amy wasn’t interested in hearing. The baby pants she had been made to wear earlier were again making their presence felt, pulling the diapers even tighter, as the stretched fabric of the baby pants compressed the disposable diapers with the soaker pad and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.  “Done,” Evelyn Diapre said proudly. Amy looked down in disbelief. She shifted her legs awkwardly and cringed as the diapers crinkled beneath the baby gown she was now wearing. “Doesn’t that feel nice?” the woman asked in a patronising voice.  “Nnnooooo,” cried Sarah around the pacifer that filled her mouth.  “No, Mommy,” Evelyn said, correcting the girl. “Well that’s too bad, because diapers are what you are going to wearing from now on until Mommy decides otherwise so you had better get used to them.” Sarah scrunched her face in disgust as the woman who had just changed her diaper continued the diatribe. “It’s hard to look anything other than cute when you’ve wearing diapers and there is a paci bobbing up and down in your mouth” she said as another woman joined them in the room.  “Hi Mrs Diapre, I’m Kimberly Clark, the littles adoption coordinator here at County. If you would like to come through to the office we can get the paperwork started for Baby Sarah’s adoption.” 

Is anyone from the Fresno area ?

Truth be told back when she was still an adult Alice never really put much stock in art considering it a frivolous and childish passion, even in high school art was always a subject she never really cared for and failed. But here Alice wasn't pressured, she decided to paint something for her mommy using her fingers as brushes, soon her shyness disappeared and Alice was giggling as she fiddled with clay and paint getting messy in the process, by the time she was done she already made the beautiful picture for Madison and a pot for her mommy.

@CptKirk Most banks now a days has the ability to lockout your debit card when not in use.  I would look into that feature.   @Crinklz Kat