Rainbow Diapers

Yes, I both wriggle and squirm. I use “tighty whities” as my diaper as I like how they feel (exposure feeling and snugness) and it makes the diaper change tickle. I don’t request the role pay often but when I do, my wife calls me over to a secret spot in the house for diaper changes. I lay down in my spot next to a big Huggies diaper box, she kneels over me and gets to work. She doesn’t actually tickle me at all, the process itself is enough, but she exaggerates parts to make it tickle even more than it already does. Usually, I wriggle while she unbuttons and unzips my pants (when wearing jeans), grabbing my pant waistband and pulling my pants down, etc.  After my pants are off, I lay there for a bit as she “gets ready” (getting wipes and clean diaper ready). This is just her “stalling” to keep me in anticipation mode which increases my sensitivity to touch. She then lifts the bottom of my shirt from over my “diaper” which also really tickles and then digs in to tape tabs on my “tighty whities”. This tickles a ton and I wriggle and struggle like crazy while she continues digging in to pull the tapes off and playfully says “PEEWW-WEE!” over and over.

Nanny?  Auntie?   

It is always a good day when I see a new chapter in this story. Lovely addition - the description of waking up was well done, but this statement was perfect for me - showing someone who really loves seeing the true baby look: “She looks cute in that frilly diaper cover, it would look even better padded out with a cloth diaper… those woollen baby booties covering her little feet are soooo adorable.”

"That's right your my baby. Now let's get you something nice to drink to start your day." I say rocking you

Its a rocky ride… with more to come! Chapter 34 - Dreamland or Reality? The quiet hum of air conditioning filled the room as Heather stretched. Her dream had been more than weird. There had been giants posing as parents, a dimensional trip she had received a flyer for in her mailbox, a hotel where she had been kept as a prisoner in a pack and play that looked very much like the one a couple of Moms in the trailer park where she lived used and a takeaway restaurant that looked awfully familiar to her usual except it was called Burger Lion with a cuddly lion plushy as its logo. The dream had been vivid, police cars and a police roadblock, a shopping trip to a mall where she was was disguised as a baby and no one battered an eyelid. Weird… the weirdest dream she had had in months… she often dreamt of babies or being a mom herself after she had spent a night or weekend babysitting for the trailer park Moms but this was the first time she had seen her dreamworld from the perspective of a baby. It was Monday and she was starting late today, a sleep in had been in order.  The mid morning sun streamed into her room and she stretched her arms and legs like a cat waking up after it had been curled in a ball for the night. As she moved her limbs felt heavy and uncoordinated, perhaps she was still tired, it had been a full on weekend of babysitting for one of the trailer park Moms who had been working the night shift. On her tummy she caressed the soft fitted flannelette cotton sheet with her eyes still closed and smiled, it was snugly and comfortable, too comfortable to get to get up just yet, another ten minutes wouldn’t matter. Grinding her hips into the mattress as she stretched her legs the sound of crumpling plastic filled her ears as her body deformed the soft nylon baby pants that covered her diaper and waterproof sheet that protected the crib mattress.  With every little movement the nylon baby pants and the waterproof crib mattress protector tired to return to their original shape but were now permanently deformed. Each movement crumpled the plastic coating of the mattress protector and her nylon baby pants imparting energy into them which was stored as elastic potential energy. As she moved the waterproof mattress protector and her baby pants involuntarily shifted between different configurations, releasing stored energy as sound. The mattress protector left alone was a flat plastic sheet that was silent because it had a simple, stable configuration. When crumpled it developed numerous creases, each representing a different stable state and configurations, unlike a flat sheet it now held elastic potential energy. Every subsequent movement changes its shape releasing energy and producing the crackling sound of plastic being crumpled.  The plastic lined diaper cover and diaper itself with its white plastic backing sheet also transitioned between various stable states, each holding a certain amount of elastic potential energy when crumpled. Every time she moved, twisted or bent her body the energy she exerted was stored as potential energy in the plastic lining of her baby pants and the back sheet of the disposable diaper. What Heather had  not yet realised was that she wasn’t dreaming and the diaper, baby pants and waterproof mattress protector had limits to how much energy each configuration could hold. When that limit was surpassed, the item abruptly shifted to a new configuration, releasing energy in the form of a ‘click’ and often simultaneously.  The loudness of each click depended on the size of the crease that and been made. Larger creases produce louder sounds, while smaller ones generate softer clicks. As Heather woke from her morning nap her movements became more energetic causing her diaper, baby pants and the crib mattress protector to transition through numerous configurations resulting in the rapid sequence of clicks she now recognised as crinkling plastic. No matter how slowly or carefully she moved it persisted. Slowing down reduced the frequency of the crinkling and the sound level, but each movement still produced the crinkling sound.  ‘Thump’… her arm had now banged into something solid and it hurt. Opening her eyes she was greeted by a row of solid stainless steel vertical bars. JAIL…. SHE WAS IN JAIL… how had that happened? Glancing down she saw the surface that she was laying on and was disorientated. How could she be in jail? Jail cots didn’t have fitted sheets with Pink Bows and a matching blanket? Her mind raced as it matched the visual pattern with her stored memories. Nursery designs, she had seen it before, one of the Moms she babysat for had the same design in her toddler girl’s crib. It easily integrated with any nursery theme, making it a reliable choice for parents looking to provide a comfortable experience.  The distinctive Pink Bows would have injected a touch of style into any baby or toddler girl’s nursery. The crib blanket was made of plush flannel fabric and the crib sheet was made from soft fleecy flannelette cotton with elastic bands that ensured a snugly fit over the crib mattress. It was also easy to wash, she knew that from experience having had more than one leaky diaper requiring a change of crib sheets during her babysitting sessions. The reality of her situation landed heavily, she was in a shiny stainless steel hospital style rugged baby crib, a baby crib that had its mattress protected with a waterproof plastic sheet. That alone was bad enough. The next discovery was worse, far worse… far worse than she could ever imagine as her hands now discovered that her panties had been replaced with a thick plastic backed disposable diaper and waterproof plastic lined baby pants. There was no mistaking it, whether she moved quickly or slowly, the distinctive crackle of plastic coming from her pants was something she could not avoid, they screamed one word and one word only…. BABY. Now fully awake Heather managed to push herself up into the sitting position where what should have been a satisfying achievement resulted in another discovery. With her left hand she pulled back the elastic waist to peek inside the broderie anglaise white nylon baby pants. Waterproof plastic, the baby pants had a smooth waterproof plastic inside layer to prevent leaks. What she saw next wasn’t a surprise, she had been back in diapers for the last six days. What did surprise her was its design, it looked like the disposable diapers her own Mom would have used on her your sister fifteen years ago, thick and made with a stiff white plastic backsheet. It had no elastic leg gathers, instead the crinkly white plastic back sheet and thick fluff pulp paper padding had been folded by a diaper making machine to form a vee between her legs and it stuck out much wider at her thighs than the diapers she had been wearing since being handed over to the emergency fostermom by the Police. Panicking she squirmed as she pushed the baby pants off over her bottom and down her now chubby legs until they were left hanging off one ankle. With the baby pants out of the way she could now see the diaper in all its glory. The top stuck out near her belly button, a white stiff plastic outer layer backed with multiple layers of thick fluff pulp paper padding snugly secured around her hips by two sticky tabs on the front.  Exploring she tried to undo the sticky tabs but the cotton scratch mittens that covered her hands prevented her misguided attempts. A new problem was now emerging, the plastic lined baby pants that now hung off one of her ankles were more than just waterproof, the scent of a dirty diaper filled the crib. It wasn’t the first poopy diaper Heather had to contend with over the past six days, but it was the first time she had filled her pants while napping. Even overnight she had woken and put off the inevitable until the morning, doing her business just before the Amazon fostermom came in and got her out of the crib. This was different, way different. Instead of the solid log that she pushed out into her diaper each morning this time it felt like lumpy pancake mix had been poured down the back of her diaper. Every time she moved it squeezed its way into every nook and cranny like toothpaste being squeezed from a tube. Worse still was the indisputable fact that she hadn’t woken with a need to poop, signalling that she had now lost the biggest achievement of her early years - potty training.  Leaning forward Heather grabbed hold of the stainless steel bars of the crib, tears ran down her cheeks as a new reality struck home. How had that happened she wondered? Pooping while napping? Was it a one off? She hoped so. The only way to find out was to see the day out. Grabbing hold of the crib bars she tried to stand but her leg muscles would not respond. Instead she found herself landing on her bottom and all that served to do was to spread the mess in her diaper even further. Composing herself she wiped her eyes and looked for a way out. There had to be one, when she found it she would be ready, provided the drug she had given wore off sooner rather than later. For now though she was stuck, stuck in a hospital grade stainless steel crib in the County Jail daycare facility in a poopy diaper.  Across the semi darkened room she could make out another of the cribs that now had its own occupant. Petite, mousy brown hair, smaller and younger than she was, the girl was positivity tiny. Was she another dimensional traveller? Maybe but she looked like an actual Amazon baby in the large crib. Squinting she looked closely to see if she knew the girl from her tour or the one that had arrived that morning while she had been trapped in the playpen in Ivy’s hotel room. Her investigation was short lived, an Amazon college aged girl in the same uniform as woman who had breastfed her on arrival entered the semi darkened room and made a beeline for the crib that contained her. Heather panicked, the girl was coming toward her, she was like a monster compared to her own size. Frozen to the spot a warm feeling invaded her diaper. OMG she panicked as her bladder emptied.  “Who’s a little stinker then,” the girl chuckled as she leaned into the crib.  The crib was huge, the dropside could have been a security fence in her own dimension. Heather recognised the unmistakable sound of the stainless steel safety latches being released and the dropside of the crib being lowered. ‘Clunk,’ the dropside was now at its lowest position giving the Amazon easy access to its occupant. Heather nervously watched as two eager hands reached out and retrieved her from the safety of the crib. Extracted she found herself swung onto the girl’s hip but not before an inflight diaper check. “It looks like this little Baby has done pee pee as well as poopies … yes she has … yes she has”, Amalia announced as she carried what she though was an amazon baby into the changing space between the crib room and the kitchen. Baby talk! Heather fumed as the Amazon girl who was probably the same age as herself talked down to her as if she was a real baby. Rolling her eyes she cringed as she was carried past the crib that contained the other girl in the room. At that very moment the other girl looked up from the mattress of the second crib making eye contact with her. The moment was fleeting, a cursory glance at best but it was enough for a spark of recognition to flicker in their individual brains.  With her brain racing at a hundred miles an hour Heather wanted to know more. In a world of her own she ignored the incessant baby talk of the teenager who had set-about changing her wet and dirty diaper. What had been the biggest concern of the day was now insignificant. The girl was like herself, a tourist now stuck in a dimension she wanted to escape. There was no doubt about it, she was another unsuspecting dimensional traveller, someone that had also come from her own dimension.  Back at the hotel Dawn had been the last person she had been with from her own dimension before Ivy had taken her. Then she had seen the girl left alone in the hotel carpark after her boyfriend had stormed off in a huff. Was it fate that had brought them together again or simply chance? Sure, she had seen her in the carpark, but that hadn’t been a good omen for the girl who had then been handed over by the Tour Guide to a waiting Amazon who had drugged, diapered and dressed her in Amazon size baby clothes. Why was she here? What had happened to the Amazon that had taken her? Would there be time to find out? “Lets go babygirl, you can have some playtime until your Fostermom comes back to pick you up.” Amalia was eager, there was no doubt about that.  Twisting her body Heather pointed to the room with the crib that contained the girl from the hotel, “Gooo… goooo…. Gaalll…,” she pleaded as Amalia carried her in the opposite direction.  “Oh my… you are all talkie aren’t you little one. Carried through a kitchen into the adjoining open plan daycare room Heather looked for a means of escape. Frantically she turned her head as the girl carried her to the far end of the room which had full height windows.  The windows reminded her of the morning at the hotel when Ivy the Amazon woman in the adjacent suite had barged into her hotel room and taken her. She had felt like a gold fish in a bowl looking out at the Amazon world then, now she felt no different, except this time she wasn’t looking down on a hotel carpark, instead the full height clear glass window looked into room with comfortable sofas and an Inbetweener barista making coffee for an Amazon couple. What sort of room was that? She had no idea… but one thing was immediately clear, the Amazon couple had been joined by a Nurse and a Warden and were signing paperwork of some sort. When the woman continued toward the end of the room Heather realised the danger she was in. Hidden behind a low dividing wall was a play area, one side contained by the clear glass wall, the other three sides were surrounded by the solid white vertical bars of a playpen.   A playpen… she was being lowered into a another fucking Amazon baby’s playpen… what caused her to panic was that the top rail on this one was over her head and the vertical bars were close enough together to prevent her escaping. There was no way out, she was stuck inside the barred prison on show to the Amazons on the other side of the glass wall until an Amazon decided to let her out.   Reaching for the sky she pleaded to be let out of the playpen, “Uppp…. Oooww… Noooowwwww…” Amalia simply watched in amusement as her pleas fell on deaf ears.  “Perhaps she needs a playmate Amalia, we need to get Amy out of her crib for a viewing for the first couple that have arrived so they can have some playtime together.” “Sure thing Mrs McKay, I will go and get her.” “Perfect, the first couple are looking for a baby or a petite little to adopt as their baby. She is small enough, give her this medicating paci, check her diaper and cover it with a frilly diaper cover before you bring her out.” “Do you want her in a pair of those cute baby booties that little Heather is wearing as well?” “Yes, thats a good idea, they are in the top drawer of the dresser next to the baby change table.” Glancing down at Heather who was exploring the playpen for a way out Sue McKay smiled, “and bring this little ones frilly diaper cover as well, she had it on when I put her in the crib so it must still be in there somewhere.” The conversation between the two Amazons was an information overload for Heather. She had been confined in a playpen that was a showroom for prospective parents to observe regressed littles or actual amazon babies and decide which one they wanted to adopt. Why would they put her in it when the Fostermom had told them the Agency had already identified an Amazon woman who wanted to adopt her? Continuing her search for freedom she crawled across the hard surface of the playpen checking out each of the corners for a possible weakness and ignoring the baby toys. Crawling was hard work, her knees hurt, she arms hurt and her hands hurt. She was using muscle groups that hadn’t been exercised since she was a baby. Reaching the far corner she was greeting by a pair of woman’s feet in white leather slip on comfortable shoes. Raising her head she could now see the woman’s legs, they were like tree trunks to her, tall and strong.  Sue Mckay was impressed with what she had just observed, Baby Heather was crawling already, something most Amazon babies didn’t achieve until their fourteenth month or later. Good job on your crawling little one, you are going to make your new Mommy very happy.” Reaching into the playpen she slipped the silicone nipple of a pink pacifier with a white ring into the girls mouth and held it there until the makeup adhesive had stuck it to her skin. When Heather went to remove it her hand was intercepted. “Oh no you don’t, your paci stays in… unless you want to find your self regressed to a newborn you will leave that there until I remove it.” Not expecting any form of recognition from the baby she was mildly surprised when Heather stopped and did as she was told. The girl had understood her intent, there was no way an Amazon Baby or a local little would have done that… so she must be a portal little now trapped in a dimension where she was the size of a baby. Interesting, the Fostermom hadn’t worked it out, or had she and she simply wasn’t letting on. Her train of though was interrupted by her Assistant lowering the second girl into the playpen.   “Play nice babygirl, Amalia Johnson cooed as she stood and walked over to her boss. “I found these baby pants In Heather’s crib, she must have taken them off when napping earlier.  “Thankyou Amalia, they are what I was wanting you to bring out. Stepping over the bars of the playpen   Sue Mckay zeroed in on her target who was busy crawling away to where the second girl now sat nursing a medicating paci with a glassy look in her eyes. The medication was doing its job, it would last about thirty minutes but would be strong enough for the potential adopters to see what little Amy would be like as a younger toddler who had just learned to walk. Having Little Heather here this morning was a bonus, her presence would distract the girl and make her job easier. But now she had a job to do. Grabbing one of Heathers legs by the ankle as the petite little crawled away she smiled, the littles were both going to be adorable once she had this one’s diaper covered again with the the pair of white broderie anglaise baby pants with rows of pink lace across the bottom On the other side of the glass the couple were now seated on a sofa and engaged in conversation with the two staff from the facility. “They both look very cute, tell us about them,” the woman asked as her disinterested partner checked emails on his mobile phone.   “The strawberry blonde is Heather, she is eighteen in her own dimension and as luck would have it the same length and weight as a baby in our dimension. We don’t have a lot on her 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 called Heather that arrived on a portal tour two weeks ago. The woman she was found with has been held on suspicion of little trafficking by the Police. There is an Agency involved, it deals with both Amazon and Littles cases. Adopted Angels, they have an office in downtown Aurora.” “So she not available today then?” “Not from us, you would need to go through the Adoption Agency if you were interested.” “What about the other girl, she looks even smaller?” “Well it might surprise you to know that she is a portal little as well. Her name is Amy and she was handed over in a carpark sweetheart deal by a crooked tour guide on the morning of her arrival. The woman who had acquired her illegally through a pre purchase site on the dark web was subsequently arrested and is doing time. Its been traumatic for Little Amy and she now knows too much now about our dimension so we need to find her a new home… she won’t be going back to her own dimension. We have asked the couple that adopted her boyfriend if they would also take her only but they only wanted a toddler boy, they aren’t interested in taking her and definitely don’t want to have a toddler and a baby both in diapers at the same time.” Taking a sip of her coffee the woman leaned forward to get a better look. “She is tiny, even smaller than the other girl’ how old is she?” “Eighteen in earth years, but here in Terra she is the size of a six month old at the 90th percentile.” “She looks cute in that frilly diaper cover, it would look even better padded out with a cloth diaper… those woollen baby booties covering her little feet are soooo adorable.” Wasting no time the Daycare Administrator pushed for a deal. “Amy is available if you would like to adopt her?” Taking another slug of her strong coffee the woman continued to observe Amy as she stood up and toddled across the across the playpen to where Heather was sorting alphabet blocks. “Gawd I love that wiggly little diaper butt, she is cute, there is no doubt about that… but we were hoping for a newborn or a baby that wasn’t yet sitting up and crawling…. this one is already walking and she has perky little breasts that don’t look natural on a baby.” Sandra Luvv wasn’t a woman who took no for an answer. “There are options, give me a couple of minute and I will show you what she would be like as an infant.” Leaving the room she returned to her office and took a pre loaded syringe from a locked drug cabinet. It’s like taking candy from a baby she thought to herself as she walked into the Daycare facility. Amy sat wide eyed in the playpen mesmerised as the woman she had first met a week ago walked into the daycare facility as if she she owned it. ‘Sandra Luvv Daycare Administrator’ the name badge on her uniform announced. What was she here for?  “Can you bring little Amy over to me please Amalia,” she requested.  Amy felt her pulse begin to race as she was extracted from the playpen and carried over to the woman who was standing next to an empty diaper change table. Why had she asking for her to be brought over? “Lay her on her tummy and hold her tight Amalia, she isn’t going to like this.” Removing the cap of the syringe and expelling the air Sandra Luvv smiled. “The woman who was interested in adopting her wanted a younger baby, not a walker and not even a crawler. The shot would ensure she can play that part as a demonstration of what her future could look like before any permanent surgery is scheduled.” When she saw the syringe headed for her thigh Amy realised what the woman intended and wriggled as if her life depended it. “Nooo … noooo…” she cried as the needle jabbed her skin and its contents were discharged into a vein behind her knee. Administering the cocktail by Intravenous Injection allowed the drugs to go straight into Little Amy’s bloodstream delivering the fastest and most intense effect. By crossing the blood brain barrier it hit the little’s system almost immediately, nothing was wasted and she was about to experience its full effect. There were risks but they were manageable. IV is considered to be one of the risker routes of administration because the needle goes directly into a vein, any contamination such as bacteria, particles or would also go directly into the little’s bloodstream. Repeated injections in the same spot would also cause scarring, collapse, and permanent loss of usable veins. Having checked the girl on her admission last week there were no signs of IV drug use so that was a remote possibility. Bacteria entering the bloodstream can cause abscesses, cellulitis, or serious infections like endocarditis, infection of the heart, that’s why she had swabbed the girls leg with a sterile pad before administering the shot. All that left to eliminate was the risk of a overdose, there was very little time to react if she used used too much. A quick check of the girl’s weight against the administration guide had confirmed the correct dose.  Amused by the small girl’s protestations Sandra Luvv took her from the arms of the young Assistant. “I knew as soon as you were left with us last week that you would be perfect Amy, now we are going to meet someone who thinks you are adorable and is interested in becoming your Mommy. She has been watching you in the playpen with little Heather and thinks you are perfectly sized, that the pink frilly lace on your baby pants goes really well with your lovely blond hair and you have a cute diaper butt. But she wants a baby, not a toddler… the shot I have just given you will help to show her what you would be like after regression surgery.” It took all of twenty seconds for Amy to feel the warmth now rushing through her tiny body as the cocktail in the syringe rushed through the veins to her heart where it was recycled for a second pass. Once it entered her heart it was then distributed to all of her body by the the circulatory system arteries, the blood vessels that took oxygen-rich blood, nutrients and hormones from her heart to all of her body’s cells. It was the arteries that kept her body alive and healthy by delivering what her cells and tissues need, now they delivered what would be a life sentence if the Amazon woman who had been watching her through the glass petition decided she was going to be her baby daughter. As her muscles adsorbed the drug that was pumped by the heart through the arteries her body felt floppy, her arms and legs were became uncoordinated and it felt like she had sprung a slow leak wetting her diaper uncontrollably. Surgery… no one had said anything to her previously about surgery… her mind raced as she was lowered into the basinet of a large pram, her legs kicking and arms jerking as the drugs rapidly impaired eighteen years of gross motor skill development. Already the the large muscles in the arms, legs and torso were behaving as if she was a baby, temporarily robbing her of the ability to undertaken everyday physical activities like walking, running, throwing, lifting and kicking a ball. It was as if her brain had become disconnected from her body which now had no awareness of what the brain was trying to tell it. “Warm a bottle please Amalia, I’m going to let her new Mommy feed her for the first time.” As she lay on her back in the pram Amy quickly tired. What ever she had been injected with had sapped her strength and her endurance, now she lay there looking up as a face the size of the moon obscured her field of view. The woman was tall, she had thought that on the first day she had been brought here and now realised that her kind intentions had been an illusion from the very first minute of their meeting.