Sissy Room

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38 - An afternoon with Evelyn In a sofa across the room sat the same woman Heather had watched through the glass wall fawn over her new friend Sarah like a doting new Mommy. The same woman who had said she wanted Sarah regressed to newborn status. So why was she still here? If she was going to get Sarah in two weeks why had she not left already? It didn’t make sense. As her mind raced Heather looked for an answer… then she saw it… name change paper work and an adoption certificate on the office desk of the woman who was carrying her. Glancing down she was horrified, they intended to change Sarah’s name… it was there in writing, plain as day, a name change and adoption certificate, all it needed was for the Court to notarise it, “Sarah Jane JOHNSON, Immigration Status - Portal Little, was about to become Abbie Honey Bebe DIAPRE, Immigration Status - Forever Baby.” Blaspheming under her breath Heather squirmed, if Sarah wasn’t successful in her escape she would be doomed to a second and permanent babyhood. Had she made it? The Student Nurse who had been left in charge hadn’t realised she was missing yet. The longer that lasted the more chance of success she would have.  “Evelyn, this is Heather, she’s is the little one you saw through the viewing window when bottle feeding the Little you have just agreed to adopt. She is a little taller than Baby Sarah but still small enough to fit Amazon toddler clothes and diapers.” “Here she is, one little cutie just the perfect size to be a forever toddler for her new Mommy… I’ve just change her diaper so it should last until you get home.” From where she was sitting Evelyn Diapre now had a close up view of the mousy brown haired girl she had seen in the playpen through the viewing window. “I agree Mrs Clark, she is adorable by the look it, a perfect older sister for Baby Sarah. Would you like to come home with Mommy little one?  “Nnnooo…. Nooo waaa”, Heather tried to plead her case but the pacifier that plugged her mouth meant her impaired speech sounded like nothing more than baby babble. Fear was taking over, fear of the unknown, fear of being given away to a woman she didn’t know, fear of never getting back to a portal and being stuck in this god forsaken place. Squirming she tried to get away from the Amazon Adoption Coordinator who responded with a short sharp slap to her naked thigh. SMACK… “That’s enough… you don’t get to decide what is best for you anymore… that’s my job…” Kimberley Clark was having none of it, she had dealt with many a wayward little and this one wasn’t going to get away with behaving badly. “  “She is also a Portal Little. We scanned her biometrics when she was brought in this morning and left in the visitor daycare facility. That identified her as arriving on a tour just over a week ago. The fostermon who is currently caring for her thinks she is a Amazon toddler, we won’t do anything to destroy that illusion as its serving its purpose nicely. Would like me find some clothes for her or do you have something you would like her to wear for your outing this afternoon?” Scanning the room Heather saw it before the Amazon Adoption Coordinator holding her did. On the floor next to the sofa the Diapre woman was sitting on was the same large vinyl printed diaper bag that the white flannelette cotton baby gown with pink trim that Sarah had been dressed in had come from. None of it made sense, she wanted a newborn and she had already committed to Sarah becoming her new baby. Why had she been carried thought the facility to this office, why was the woman still here and what did it have do to with her? The questions came thick and fast in her mind as the Adoption Coordinator lowered her to carpeted floor.  The very minute Heather’s toes touched the carpet Evelyn Diapre made her move, ”Oh my… she is even more of a cutie close up than she looked through the viewing window Kimberley… and she looks adorable in just a diaper!”  From where she sat on the sofa Evelyn continued to observe the diapered little as she searched for a away out of the room. This one was a taller than Sarah, but slimmer. Her ribs her were obvious but that wasn’t anything a month or two on a diet of toddler food and follow on formula couldn’t fix Like a deer caught in the headlights of a car Heather stood rooted to the spot as the two woman continued their conversation. What was happening… why was the Diapre woman still here… what did she want with her? More questions that she didn’t have answers for. In just a diaper the cool air conditioning caused goose bumps to appear on her arms and legs, her shivers didn’t go unnoticed by Evelyn Diapre who reached for the diaper bag at her feet “Come to Mommy baby… you are cold, let’s get some clothes on you.” Unzipping the diaper bag Evelyn Diapre knew exactly what she needed for the occasion. She had brought a few options with her and had already decided what the diapered little standing across the room would be wearing for the rest of the afternoon. Reaching into the diaper bag she found what she was looking for, extracting a bundle of white and pink clothing. “Come on baby… come to Mommy… if you know what is good for you don’t want Mommy to have to come and get you.” The two woman were discussing her as if she was a doll in a shop front display. Heather was as certain about that observation as she was that there was no way out of the room. The door was shut, she could not reach the latch and the windows were too high for her to reach without climbing on the furniture. She was stuck for now, there were no other options. Gingerly she took her first steps toward the large woman on the sofa who continued to watch like an eagle sizing up its next meal. As her right leg moved the elastic leg gathers of the diaper repositioned causing the plastic backing to crinkle loudly. That single sound, and that sound alone reminded her of the fact that she was wearing noting more than a plastic backed disposable diaper that had been intended for an Amazon toddler. Crinkle… pause… crinkle… pause… crinkle… pause… with each step the girl took the diaper snugly taped around her loins announced its presence to the occupants of the room. From the sofa Evelyn watched the girl. She was about the same size as her girlfriend’s Amazon toddler and much shorter and smaller than her neighbors kindergartener. The girl was definitely a little cutie toddling across the room in just a diaper. That assessment drew her attention to the diaper itself, thick padded fluff pulp with a white plastic outer back sheet. It had been taped on snugly by two pink sticky tabs, the landing zone was printed with diapered teddy bears, baby bottles and diaper pins. On closer examination she recognised the pale yellow wetness indicator running up the centre of the diaper, it had an elasticated pink waistband and leg gathers. Definitely a Pampees, she recognised the brand.  Her friend Adele that lived on the other side of the city used the same diapers for her own toddler. Adele swore by them, they had been her go-to diaper for months now, she had not yet been disappointed claiming the absorption was good enough to last through twelve hours every night without any leaks or blowouts. The disposable diaper fit the petite portal little toddling across the room toward her perfectly. The stretchy sides of the diaper allowed it to move as the portal little waddled like a duckling learning to walk across the room, and like the three bears story it wasn’t too tight and it wasn’t to loose, it was just right. What intrigued her the most was this little wearing was actually the same diapers as her girlfriend used on her own amazon toddler. Seeing the same diapers her girlfriend used being worn by a portal little intrigued her. While the disposable was designed for an active Amazon toddler it was also a perfect fit on little Heather. “My girlfriend uses the same diapees Kimberley. She swears by Pampees, what she loves most is how they keep her baby girl completely dry. Even when her sposie is soaked she says the inside stays remarkably dry to her touch. That’s been a bonus for her, no more middle-of-the-night diaper changes unless there is a poopy diapee to deal with. She also told me that the wetness indicator is great but there is no need to change a diapee as soon as it starts to change color, she waits until it’s gone completely blue, both front and back.” “Well she is right there Evelyn, Pampees are excellent value compared to other premium brands, you get reliable protection without paying extra for unnecessary features. They're soft against baby's skin and help prevent diaper rash. The tabs are also super sticky, stay put and don't tear, even with an active Portal Little.” “Adele agrees on that too, she says Pampees work consistently, no surprises, no failures, just dependable protection day and night. Perfect for busy Moms who need something they can trust. She’s tried other brands but always comes back to Pampees and highly recommends them as reliable, affordable protection.” The girl was close now, no more than seven or eight toddler steps away. From that distance Evelyn could see the number 5 in white lettering on a pink background on the front waistband of the disposable Amazon baby diaper Little Heather was wearing. There was one difference between the diapers her girlfriend’s toddler wore and the diaper the Portal Little waddling toward her was wearing, the number five, white lettering against a red background confirming the diaper as the same size, Adele used size four on her daughter. “And it looks like size five Pampees toddler diapers fit her perfectly Kimberley, that’s a bonus I wasn’t expecting.” “She’s defiantly petite and skinny for a Portal Little, there are three more sizes yet before you would need to change to diaper pants in Amazonian Kindergarteners sizes, you won’t need to worry about her getting too big fro diapers even when she will puts some babyfat back on that skinny body. I think you are right, if you decide to adopt her as Baby Sarah’s toddler sister she will be perfect for the role.” Rooting around in the diaper bag Evelyn Diapre found what she was looking for. “Found it… and you are almost there Baby… that’s it… come to Momma… a few more steps” she proudly announced while extracting a short sleeve white and pink toddler dress that had been crafted with love from from the diaper bag.   Kimberely Clark smiled like a hyena eyeing up its prey. “Oh, that’s a gorgeous toddler sundress Evelyn. I love the soft breathable fabric, it will keep this little one comfortable and looking fresh and stylish for your afternoon outing.” Inspecting the label on the sundress Evelyn came to the same conclusion. ‘Gentle & breathable - Made from lightweight fabric that’s easy on delicate skin. Timeless appeal - A sweet white and pink color combo with subtle details for a polished look. Practical design - Short sleeves offer flexibility, and simple closures make dressing quick and stress-free diaper changes. Versatile wear - Perfect for everyday playdates, family outings, or layered up for seasonal transitions. Designed for comfort and style - a favorite among Amazon parents who want their children and littles to look and feel great on any occasion. “Ok Little One, arms up like a stick up,” she chuckled. Although the sundress screamed toddler girl Heather regained her composure as it fell over her lithe body. There was one benefit and one benefit only, at least her diaper was no longer visible. The rest of the handover was a blur, one minute she was standing barefoot on the carpet in just a diaper, the next she was being carried out of the County Jail Adoption Programme Building on the hip of the Diapre woman wearing a cute sundress designed for an Amazon toddler and bundled into a carseat in the back of a large SUV.  The carseat was well padded, enough for her to see out of the backseat window when door slammed closed and the Amazon woman marched around to the drivers side of the vehicle. A flash of pink and white in the low bushes next to where the SUV was parked got her attention. Watching closely she now saw more in the low bushes, pale skin, bare arms and legs, white leather sandals, a pair of short white leggings, a bulging bottom and the the back of a pink t-shirt. It could only be one person. Sarah, she was hiding in the bushes, looking a way out. She was out of the facility but still in its carpark. Making a run for it in broad daylight across the carpark would be suicide, even she knew that. Better to lay low and wait for darkness.  o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o   “Ok Baby, lets get this show on the road shall we” the Amazon woman announced as the engine kicked into life and the SUV lurched forward. As it navigated the potholes in the carpark the vehicle w new problem, one her bladder muscle didn’t want to respond to as a decade and a half of potty training undid itself unannounced. At first there were just a few Involuntary drops, a short spasm that she ignored until it was followed up by unwelcome rush of warmth that spread through the thick and thirsty padding around her bottom. She blushed, the diaper swelled and her eyes felt like they were as big as saucers. Another spurt, then another, it was unstoppable, her body losing all vestiges of control as her bladder emptied. Secured in the carseat the warmth spread under her bottom, the fluff pulp padding of the disposable diaper swelled as it absorbed her potty accident.  Heather tried to lift herself off the now soaked diaper, pushing her body up with her arms braced against the carseat, just to get her bottom away from the soaked padding. Her arms shook. Her abs cried out for oxygen, hovering until she could hold herself up no more then trembling, trying not to cry, trying not to think about what she had just done, trying not to feel how the dry soft padding of the diaper was now a saturated soggy mess that had changed shape as it had absorbed her indiscretion. Eventually she could hold herself up no more, she lowered her body back onto the soaked padding, the new warmth pressed up against her with a long forgotten feeling of terrible familiarity. It was a wrong kind of relief. A wrong kind of self awareness. She jerked upward, cheeks blushing, anger running through her mind, anger at herself for coming on the free trip, anger at the hotel staff where she had been taken, anger at Diane the Amazon who had promised to help her, anger at the Emergency Fostermom for taking her to see Diane at the County Jail, and anger at the Adoption Coordinator for letting the Diapre Woman take her out for the afternoon on the pre-tense of a trial placement.  Wetting the diaper disgusted her, it hadn’t been her decision, she had no other choice, the pressure had been too sudden and too much. She had tried to clench her thighs but the thick padding of the diaper had stopped her from bringing them together. It wasn’t a decision she had wanted to make, it wasn’t part of her strategy. It was what it was, it had happened and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it. The carseat rocked violently as the SUV rounded a tight corner at speed, the wet layers compressed releasing some of the previously absorbed liquid allowing it to spread up the front which until that point had remained mostly dry. She had soaked her diaper like a toddler that wasn’t potty trained, now she had to sit in it as the SUV bumped along the rough and winding road.  “Farkin Hell,” she muttered around the pacifier that still filled her mouth, shoving herself onto her back into the carseat and holding on for her all her life was worth, the woman was a crazy driver, why was she driving so fast? It was like she was driving a firetruck to a fire. Clutching at the carseat like it might let her forget the now cooling diaper taped around her hips she realised it was not just damp, it was soaked, clinging to her skin like skin clings to a snakes body until it is eventually shed. She looked out of the SUV window, the speed had slowed, they were now driving through a suburban neighbourhood with white picket fences, large yards and Amazon kids playing outside. As the SUV slowed then turned into a driveway she saw two Amazon Moms, one with a stroller, the other with a full-size lay-flat pram in conversation at the street corner.  Before she knew it the SUV door was opened and she was lifting from the carseat, the now soaked diaper hanging from her hips like a wet sack. Her entire adult persona had been destroyed in a week, there was no going back, the light breeze mocking her as it swirled around her bare legs and diapered bottom. The midday sun blinded her temporarily, she lifted her hands to cover her face as the SUV door slammed shut behind her. What now she wondered, what was coming next? She needed to focus, to think, if she didn’t she would be done for. As the woman carried her into an enormous house she mapped its layout in her mind, if escape was possible she would find it. She wasn’t done yet. She wasn’t some Amazons plaything. Intentionally she collected intelligence that could help her escape, the position of doors, what sort of locks they had, windows that didn’t have safety catches, then she saw it… her portal to the free world… a dog door that she would be small enough to squeeze through. This place was well and truely fucked. Amazons who kept Littles in diapers and babyhood. Littles who accepted diapers like they had never been potty trained. Highchairs, playpens, prams, strollers carseats, cribs and diapers designed and sized for Amazon offspring but big enough to also fit Littles. There were rules, rules she had yet to learn and would prefer not to. Timeout and spanking, punishments she had enduring in her own childhood would now to be administered by Amazons. There was a system here, a system she had to yet to understand and learn, systems had patterns, patterns had flaws. She would find and exploit the flaws in the system when the time was right. Heather continued to observe and process what she saw as she was carried inside the house, the kitchen revealing what she had expected but had silently hoped not to see. A highchair, white painted steel tubing, it had a pink and white PVC padded seat decorated with diapered teddy bears holding baby bottles. It could not more infantile if it tried. By now her diaper had cooled, her skin crawled as the soaked padding was compressed against it, every movement of her body causing it squelch as she moved. Her humiliation was complete, it jabbed away at her like a jackhammer in her stomach. In the sitting room she saw her next prison, a large playpen. Unceremoniously swing off the woman’s hop and lowered into the portable prison with its solid wooden rails and vertical bars that were taller than she was the realisation that her escape idea might be floored hit home. There was no way she would be climbing out of the playpen with a thick toddler diaper taped around her hips. She needed a new plan, it would have to work first time, there would be no second chances. If she really did end up here with this Amazon woman she would not want that to be a long For the first time since being stuck in the Country Jail Daycare Adoption Facility Heather felt something close to the power she used to hold flickering in her body.  Stuck in the playpen as the woman disappeared into the depths of the house the disposable diaper clung to her like a wet sponge; bloated, sagging, and unmistakably used for its intended purpose. It rubbed her sensitive skin every time she shifted her feet, announcing her movements with a soft, squishy thud that followed her like a bad smell. After a couple of minutes the woman was back, her hands were full, she didn’t stop other than to ask “are you having fun Babygirl?” Another ten minutes passed before Heather was pucked out of the playpen, carried to kicthen and lay down on a change mat that had been spread out on the large dining table. The woman was efficient, she had done this before Heather quickly realised. She knows what she’s doing. Heather was stunned by woman’s efficiency as the tapes on the wet diaper were ripped open and it was unceremoniously tugged out from under her bottom. A sudden tickling sensation caused Heather to open her eyes and look up once more. “It’s just a little baby powder, it will help to prevent diapee rash… it’s nothing for a little tot like you to worry about…” Evelyn Diapre claimed as she lIberally sprinkling the container across Heather’s private parts creating a cloud that drifted upwards until she sneezed.  “Oopsy Daisy!” Evelyn exclaimed as she put the bottle of baby powder aside. “It’s been a while since Mommy Evie had a little girl still in diapers but the good news honey bunch is she hasn’t forgotten how to change a diapee.” It looked like there had been a snowstorm over the kitchen table, the girl was covered in baby powder and so was the change mat. “Oops… a little too much powder maybe… but your are so cute when you sneeze… I could just eat you all up!” For the second time that day Evelyn laughed tears of joys, the cute aggression unconsciously helping to regulate her emotions as she was further entranced by the little who lay covered in baby powder on her kitchen table. Being allowed physical contact with two different portal little’s on the same day was unheard of, it didn’t happen often. She intended to make the most of the opportunity as she proceeded with the diaper change.  On her back on the kitchen table Heather looked around, her lower half had been dusted with the sweet smelling white baby powder. But more alarming, was the fact that woman was now slipping an all in one thick cotton Amazon toddler sized diaper with a waterproof PUL cover and a cotton booster pad underneath her bottom. “Naaaoo… naaao…” she tried to complain, her cries muffled by the pacifier that still filled her mouth.  Evelyn Diapre momentarily stopped what she was doing and frowned. “You are way too little to be walking and running confidently yet little one… so you are going to be a toddler for Mommy Evie this afternoon… yes you are… yes you are” she cooed, “and just so there is no misunderstanding Mommy is going to make sure that is what you are going to be,” changing her tone from loving to dominant.  Heather panicked, a toddler, no way, she might be wearing diapers now but she wasn’t a toddler. She could walk, write, read, spell, feed and dress herself. She wasn’t a toddler, there must be a mistake. Immediately she stopped wriggling on the change pad on the kitchen table as the woman smiled down at her, “that’s better, you are going to be a good little tot for Mommy Evie aren’t you,” she said, now rubbing diaper rash cream into places Heather preferred she didn’t go. Rolling her eyes Heather turned her head to the side in a subtle protest. With the girl’s head turned away Evelyn made her move, the girl was going to get the full toddler experience weather she wanted it or not. Reaching for the fruit bowl she took one of the miniature bananas that were imported from the earth dimension for mashing as baby food, peeled it back then coated the firm flesh in petroleum jelly. Holding the girl’s ankles in one hand she lifted her legs until her bottom was exposed presenting an inviting target.  Press. Something cold touched Heather’s back entrance. “What the—” she started, but Evelyn was already pushing. Inserting. Something firm but malleable. Gentle. Efficient. Heather gasped for air, her eyes as big as saucers. Then it stopped, no more pressure, it didn’t hurt but it was there. Something was inside her bottom. “All clean,” Evelyn cooed, grabbing the powder like nothing happened. “Let’s get that cute little bottom powdered and padded.” At first Heather thought a suppository had been inserted, she had used them before when constipated but noting happened, there was none of the cooling that should have started almost immediately, no slow storm brewing in her tummy. Nope, not a suppository so nothing to worry about she assumed. But why would she do it and what had been inserted? Confused she looked up,  “Fussy now, are we little one,” Evelyn said dismissively as she tugged a thirsty cotton diaper booster pad fluff up firmly between the girl’s legs. Her demeanour had changed abruptly from what had seemed a caring Mommy, it was more like the babysitter Heather had been left with in Las Vegas all those years ago. “Mommy Evie doesn’t tolerate bratty toddlers,” she said, pulling out the front of the diaper and shifting it side to side. “I hope you are listening little one… for your own good.”  Heather felt herself shrinking with humiliation into the change mat on the kitchen table. Being told off by a woman she didn’t know who insisted she was a toddler who still wasn’t  potty trained, she could not believe it. Her sense of safety continued to evaporate as the large woman now tugged a pink PUL backed toddler size cotton diaper up between her short legs, quickly snapped the double rows of tabs on the wings closed evenly and neatly at her waist. Heather squirmed, the bulky booster pad pressed tight against her private parts, she gulped as she considered the prospect of spending the rest of the afternoon with that feeling. Before she could get used to it her feet were slipped into a what she thought were pink jeans, as the soft denim made its way up her legs it soon became clear they were not a pair of jeans. “Up” Evelyn commanded as she took the petite tourist by the arms and pulled her up into a sitting position. It was then Heather realised what had been tugged up her legs… shortalls, pink denim, with frilly shoulder straps that crossed over in the back and clipped to the front bib. Then she saw the brand label proudly emblazoned on the front of the bib for everyone to see… POSHTOTS… no way… no way… she wasn’t going to wear Amazon toddler girls clothes… the woman was crazy.  Looking away Heather saw her chance, the woman was distracted removing a white t-shirt emblazoned with a bunny rabbit from a plastic display bag. With both hands she grabbed the bunched up offending shortalls and pushed them back down over her knees to her ankles then wriggled her feet free. Free of the shortalls she pushed them off the table with her left foot.  CLANG … CLUNK the metal buckles on the shoulder straps of the shortalls rang out as they struck the ceramic tiled floor of the kitchen. “BABY NO! … that’s naughty… Mommy Evie just put those lovely shortalls on and look what you have done…” Evelyn Diapre paused for a moment then recovered. Grabbing Little Heather under the arms she swung her onto her hip then matched out of the kitchen. “I warned you once already Little Girl, I thought you were old enough to behave but I was wrong… well, I have a solution for that and you aren’t going to like it… but since you want to behave like a little baby then Mommy Evie will treat you like one.” o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o   “Noooo… noooo… pweesee… noooo…” Heather cried as she was taken into a bedroom decorated as a nursery and dumped on a change table. It was huge, easy big enough to hold her she realised as a safety strap was pulled across her bare tummy and she sunk into a scalloped foam change mat covered with waterproof vinyl. That was when the scent struck her, sweet, lavender, vanilla and scented diapers… a huge dollop of pink liquid had been squirted out of a bottle Evelyn Diapre was holding. Baby Magic Original Baby Lotionthe name was on the pink bottle, gawd they have that here too Heather said to herself as the offending pink lotion was rubbed into her bare skin. It didn’t take long, no more than a minute, but it was a minute she would prefer to forget. By the time the Diapre woman snapped the cap back on the bottle of baby lotion and put it back on the shelf below the change table tears were streaming down Heather’s cheeks. Unable to move her arms which were secured under the velcro safety strap she pushed the pacifier from her mouth with her tongue. “Why… why... why did you do that… “ she sobbed as overpowering scent of Baby Magic lotion became her world.” “I already told you Little One, Mommy Evie doesn’t tolerate bratty toddlers” she said released the safety strap then sitting the girl upright. “Arms up,” she ordered only waiting a few seconds before taking over and slipping a soft stretchy cotton outfit down over Heather’s arms, head and trunk. “Lay back…” the orders were coming thick and fast, the woman was experienced that much was certain as she then took Heather’s bare feet one at a time slipping them into the soft material. Covered feet, Heather recognised it instantly from her babysitting days, a toddler girls Sleep n Play with a yellow ducks print. SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP. One side had been snapped closed, her tormentor was now working on the other side SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP. “Done… I hope you like your new outfit.. the choice was yours.. you could have had shortalls like a big girl but you decided to be a baby so you get to wear baby clothes this afternoon.”  Lifted from the change table Heather found herself standing on her own two feet for the first time since leaving the County Jail Daycare facility. The Sleep n Play was snug, it hugged her body like a wetsuit compressing the washable cotton diaper that had been snapped on tight around her cute little bottom.  “Much better...” Evelyn Diapee announced in a cutting voice. “Lets go see my girlfriend and see what she thinks of you. In a couple of weeks your little friend from this morning is going to be coming home as Mommy’s new baby, perhaps if you behave this afternoon you could get to be her toddler sister… and if you don’t perhaps her twin baby sister… which of those options appeals to you?“ “No… please… can we jus,…”, Heather tried to plead her case but was cut off when another pacifier filled her mouth.  “No talking… your paci stays in unless I take it out… now, show Mommy Evie how good you are at toddling in that cloth diapee instead of a sposie… she can’t wait to see.”  Heather was on the losing end of the argument and she knew it. Fuming she took her first steps in cloth diapers in eighteen years and almost ended up on her bottom. It wasn’t easy, she could not walk normally or even walk like she had in a disposable. Eventually she made it to the hallway door where the woman stepped over her and carried on to the kitchen. What just two weeks ago would have seemed a short walk with no difficulty now looked like a marathon wearing a sumo suit. Swinging her left leg forward and out wide she repeated the process with her right leg. She had to swing her hips and it felt like she was learning to walk on her toes. The all in one cotton cloth diaper and booster pad were bulky, much more than a disposable, they made walking difficult, it was also tiring.  Half way down the hallway a flash from a camera startled Heather, she lost her balance tumbling onto her padded bottom. “So cute… Photos of baby’s first steps for her album” Evelyn Diapre cooed as Heather tried to stand but the bulky diaper and Sleep n Play outfit made it an almost impossible task. “Crawl to Mommy Evie… I know you can do it… yes you can… yes you can..” the woman’s demands not letting up were as frustrating to Heather as not being able to stand on her own two feet. Wanting the nightmare to be over she succumbed, crawling the rest of the way to the kitchen as the camera flashed almost constantly. The crawl had been challenging, the PUL cover of the washable cotton toddler diaper had held the booster pad snugly in position causing it to press tightly against her private parts. Every step and every crawling movement had caused the soft cotton to rub against her, to make matters worse the woman was now teasing her, rubbing her hand firmly up and down the front of the sleep n play where she was diapered 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 sat her back on the kitchen table the tied a bib around her neck.  “Naaa…” Heather started to compliant until she was reminded of her options.  “STOP… remember what I said… if you behave this afternoon you could get to be Baby Sarah’s toddler sister… if you don’t then you will get to be her twin… I know you are bigger then she is but nanite surgery will soon fix that little problem… I might even decide to make you smaller then her… or her twin baby brother… its your choice.., you get to chose by decided to behave for Mommy Evie or not.” “No like dis diapee…” Heather complained as she was lifted from her seat on the kitchen table.  Evelyn Diapre chuckled, “Well you’d better get used to it Kiddo. Cloth diapees are a lot bulkier than disposables, if you get to come home with me you will you’ll be wearing cloth diapees and waterproof baby pants as your new underwear, and you will be in them for a long time,” lowering the girl to the floor she took her hand. “Lets go… did you know cloth diapees are much better for the environment than sposies, and with a booster pad or double prefolds that you will be able to toddle a few steps like you did today but not run off from Mommy.” Taking the girl’s arms she lifted her again before depositing her into a chrome framed four wheeled stroller.  Heather sat upright, her legs separated by a wide padded strap that looped over the safety bar to prevent her from sliding out. If that wasn’t bad enough the woman slipped her arms through a leather toddler safety harness and clipped it at each side to the frame of the stroller. Confined in the stroller she could now feel the thick cotton padding of the diaper between her skinny legs pushing them apart, wearing a disposable diaper had been bad enough, the washable cotton diaper and a booster pad snapped around her loins it felt like a pillow had been stuffed between her legs pushing them wide apart.  “Off we go little one,” Evelyn said, navigating the stroller out of the house into the front garden. Heather looked up as the woman’s head, big enough to silhouette the early afternoon sun leant over the stroller and a bottle of warm formula magically appeared.  Shoving the bottle to one side of the stroller Heather rejected it, “I don’t want that… I’m not a baby”.  The response wasn’t unexpected, Evelyn was ready for it. “You could have fooled me, because you sure do look like one in a diaper and a Sleep n Play with footsies, but it’s your choice baby-girl, you can finish it on our walk to my girlfriends place or she will feed it to you like a little baby when we get there… I don’t care either way. With a smile she pushed the sun shade forward to protect the girl and rolled the stroller forward. As it turned right onto the sidewalk she paused momentarily kneeling next to the girl. “If I was you I would make sure that bottle is completely finished before we get my friend Susan’s house, she has four amazon kiddos of her own and doesn’t take any nonsense. You better believe me when I tell you, you don’t want her to bottle feed you like a newborn.” The threat was real, Heather could sense it from the Amazon woman’s tone of voice. Reluctantly she lifted the warm bottle and slipped the milky nipple between her lips. Diapered, in a sleep and play nursing a bottle in a stroller she looked the part. There was no mistaking it, the question was question was how far did they have to go before they reached their destination? The answer to that question came almost immediately. “I hope you are taking that bottle little one, it wont be long before we get to my friend Susan’s place, we are already half way there.”  That information was not what Heather wanted to hear, in a panic she compressed the nipple of the bottle against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and was rewarded with a mouthful of warm sweet baby formula. Diapered, wearing a pink footed sleep n play outfit and secured in the stroller by a five point harness she couldn’t cover herself, she couldn’t hide. That left few options as she flexed her fingers around the baby bottle. There was nowhere to go, nothing else to grab. She was forced to sit there, on display to the neighborhood like a manikin in a window display as the stroller bumped along on the uneven ground. It was like a warped version of show and tell at kindergarten, she was helpless and on full display for all to see. For a moment when the stroller stopped she though the woman had changed her mind, until she knelt beside the stroller, smoothed the bib that protected the sleep n play then fixed a single curl that was out of place. It was believable. A cute baby that no one could resist cooing over, she knew that was exactly how the woman wanted her to look as Evelyn Diapre stepped back, her eyes sparkling with lust that made Heather’s bladder twitch. “Look at you,” she murmured, brushing another lock of hair back from Heather’s  forehead. “You’re the prettiest little tot Mummy could ever wish for.” Heather felt ridiculous. Mortified. Like a doll being dressed up for someone else’s twisted show. But more than that she felt terror. Her fear was real, her stomach was churning, her breathing rate had increased and she felt light headed. Because this wasn’t just about the getting home anymore. This wasn’t just Ivy and Diane. This was now her reality. She was in a stroller, dressed as a toddler and nursing a bottle on a bright, sunny weekday afternoon. She could feel the weight of the neighbors prying eyes watching them as the stroller rolled along the sidewalk. A sob emerged from her throat, her chest uneven with hurried shallow breaths. This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening. But it was. It was happening and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop it. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o  Evelyn wasted no time, she tugged the front of the diaper up between the girl’s skinny legs then pulled the left wing across the girl’ hip effortlessly taping it across the landing zone. She was super efficient. One tab. Then the other. Smoothed flat. Sealed shut. Taped on tightly and that was it. No explanation. No give away facial expressions. Just a quick tug to sit her upright and a soft tap on the diaper’s front.  Heather shifted her position in the strolled, the thick cotton padding of the diaper reminding her of what she was now wearing under the footed sleep n play. Her fidgeting didn’t go unnoticed by Evelyn Diapre as she shifted again, the bulky cotton diaper bulging under the stretchy fabric of the sleep n play. It wouldn’t be long now Evelyn though, the little surprise she had left when changing girl would soon make it presence known. Then she saw it, the girl was cramping and trying to hide the fact but her breathing was a dead giveaway, pausing momentarily as each round of peristaltic waves racked her small body. When another wave of cramping rolled through the girl grabbed the stroller with both hands and clenched her teeth. She could see it building, slow and steady, it would not be long now. While the girl was trying to control her body it wouldn’t listen. Evelyn watched the little show with amusement as she slowly pushed the stroller along the sidewalk. “You’re a wriggly little thing aren’t you,” she said, amused at the performance now being out on for her benefit. “By the way you are squirming baby-girl it looks to Mommy like you need to do a poopy? Is that it? Is that why you are so fussy?” Heather’s face felt like it was burning up, she wanted to tell the Amazon woman to shut the fuck up but knew that an outburst like that would have a serious consequence. She felt like a little kid now, diapered, wearing a sleep n play, riding in stroller and about to fill her pants. The Amazon woman let out a small chuckle. “You are perfect for this,” she said, her tone all business, like she was making an important announcement. “Diapers, bottles, a stroller, a playpen and crib. That’s going to be your life now.” She paused the stroller momentarily checking for traffic before crossing the road. “What you need to understand little one is that you are no longer in charge of your body any more.” She leaned forward, peeked into the stroller and smiled. “Now that’s my business.” Heather’s head began to spin, her tummy gurgling in a low, bubbling moan that caught her by surprise. She hated how it felt, how her body was operating on mode she could not control, every slow inevitable squirm taking her closer to the edge of a place she did not want to be. Evelyn smiled, her eyes calm but steely. “It won’t be long now little one,” she said softly.  Heather shifted again, her thighs pushed apart by the bulky diaper and safety strap that ran from the stroller seat up to the horizontal safety bar. The strap kept her legs apart, there was no way she could bring them together and clench her thigh muscles. She felt it now, she was to losing what little control she had left of her body. Her brain raced in a mix of panic, fear and confusion, her breath shallow pants around the nipple of the half empty baby bottle. Evelyn continued to watch with interest as the stroller rolled along the concrete sidewalk.  Heather gasped, a small, horrified sound slipping out of her mouth. “Nooo please noooo,” she gasped around the milky nipple of the baby bottle, her voice broken and quivering. “I don’t want this.”  Evelyn smiled with amusement. “You might not want it but Mommy does,” she said softly. “And you… you’re going to be a perfect little baby doll for her this afternoon. Just like your little friend will be in two weeks.” “Look at me, princess,” Evelyn said softly, her voice so entrapping it made Heather’s blood run cold.   “I want to remember how sweet you look on your first stroller ride.”  Heather flinched, turning towards the woman’s voice. “No—” she started to complain, but it was too late. Evelyn lifted the mobile phone, the small red light flashing. Heather swallowed, bottle in one hand she grabbed the stroller with the other as if her life depended on it. The phone camera clicked, a bright flash even in daylight momentarily blinding her. She felt her cheeks glowing, her breath ragged as she tried to shrink into the padded seat of the stroller. But there was nowhere to go—no escape from the cold, quiet finality of that soft, mechanical snap. Evelyn smiled as she lowered her phone. “Perfect,” she murmured, her voice warm and soft. “A memory for your BABY album.”  Heather’s cheeks flushed, her breath short and ragged as her tummy gurgled ominously. She let out a soft, desperate moan, her hips twitching against the stroller seat. Her belly cramped hard, a hot pulse of pressure that made her thighs tremble and her face burn. “No…” she gasped, her voice muffled around the silicone nipple of the baby bottle. “Please… No…” Her tummy gave another sharp, traitorous gurgle. She whimpered, gripping the stroller tighter as an embarrassing sound slipped out, sharp and soft, an advanced warning of what was still to come. Her whole body went rigid, her eyes wide with horror.  Evelyn raised an eyebrow. “Aw…” she said softly. “It’s starting, isn’t it, baby?” She tried, she tried to hold on, to lock her muscles tight. But her bottom now wanted to push all on its own, the cramps so hard she couldn’t breathe. A tiny, choked sob slipped out around the nipple of the baby bottle her head shaking in small, desperate little jerks, but she felt it again—a tiny, perfidious push, that made her face burn with shame. Heather let out another helpless little cry, her hips squirming in the soft padding of the stroller seat. She could feel it now, a solid mass pressing down inside her with every slow, humiliating squirm. She tried to hold it in, tried to clench every muscle she had left, but her body didn’t care. A wet squelch slipped out.She froze, her eyes wide and horrified, her face flushed so hot she thought she might burst.  “Ah there it is,” Evelyn said, her tone like that of an experienced Mother.  Heather squeezed her eyes shut, a soft, miserable sound catching in her throat. She wanted to tell the woman to shut the fuck up, to stop staring at her, but she couldn’t even breathe right now. The cramps rolled through her tummy in slow, heavy waves, her breath coming in short, desperate puffs. Then it happened, the tip of a soft log emerged from its dark hiding place like a snake seeking out its prey. She gasped, her eyes now as big as saucers as her body stiffened in a horrified panic. “Oh my god. Oh my god,” she squealed trying not to move a muscle. If she could just hold still, breathe through it, maybe it would pass? Evelyn smiled, “You’re trying so hard, aren’t you little one,” her commanding voice now filling the void. “Trying to be a big girl, even now aren’t you.”  Heather let out a tiny, broken whimper, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She felt the tip of a warm soft log trying to escape into the waiting diaper, she froze, her whole body stiffening in the stroller seat as her eyes went wide with horror. “Nooo …. Noooo… “she breathed, her voice small and shaking. “No… please… not that.” Evelyn smiled, her voice clear. “There it is,” she said softly. “That’s my brave little tot… trying so hard to keep her pants clean.” Her free hand ruffled the mousy brown locks of the girl riding in the stroller. “But you can’t, can you? It’s too much… you can’t hold it, and you know it.” Heather’s tummy twisted again, another sharp cramp rolling through her. She let out a low, broken moan, her whole body trembling. She could feel it in her bottom, soft, warm and trying to escape from its dark hiding place. She let out a soft moan, her body trembling as her tummy cramped again, sharper this time. Evelyn’s eyes didn’t leave her face. “It’s OK,” she said softly, almost like she was soothing her. “It’s time for you to leave Mommy a little present.” Heather whimpered, her fingers digging into soft padding of the stroller until with a whimpering cry she let go. The once solid banana pushed out of her in slow humiliating pulses, hot, mashed and utterly humiliating. She let out a muffled cry, her body shaking as the diaper expanded with each waves. She felt it, every soft, mashed piece push as it slowly spread across her bottom and made her feel indescribably young. When her nose detected the smell of mashed warm mashed bananas a few seconds later tears formed in her eyes and she began to sob.  Evelyn stopped pushing the stroller and knelt next to the girl. “That’s it, baby girl,” she said softly. “That’s what your diapees are for.” Heather tried to hid her face, her breath coming in rapid, shuddering gasps. She didn’t want to look up, didn’t want to see the smile on the woman’s face.   She just wanted to disappear, to sink into the stroller and hide, but Evelyn watched, her expression calm and almost kind. “There she is,” she murmured. “You still need diapers… you really are a little baby still aren’t you”. Heather whimpered as she sunk into the stroller, the messy diaper squishing and reshaping itself with every movement under her bottom. She felt so little and the woman looming over her looked so big. Evelyn smiled. “You’re figuring that out, aren’t you, little one,” she smirked. “Figuring out that there’s no fighting it. No pretending. Not here. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not next week… never.” Heather’s eyes tracked Evelyn Diapre as she sat there in a messy diaper. She continued to watch the woman until she stood up and the stroller began to move again and the sentence was handed down. “Mommy will change your pants when we get to Auntie Susie’s house,” she announced. The announcement delivered further grief as the sticky mush was squeezed up the back of the now full diaper. Another Amazon would see her like this, reduced to toddler status in a dirty diaper.   o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o   The front door of the house loomed ahead, as the stroller got closer its size and solid construction confirmed her worse fear. Once she was behind that door there would be no escaping it. Heather’s  lips parted around the nipple of the half empty baby bottle, her breathing was uneven, slow and irregular. Her chest felt like it wanted go explode, the five point stroller harness compressing her back into the seat and the full diaper. Evelyn Diapre stepped in front of her and pressed the doorbell. Ding Dong - Ding Dong the loud door chime sounding somewhere inside the house could be heard outside on the front porch . Her hands gripped the bottle, clammy, her body temperature up like she had been in the sun but she hadn’t. Evelyn’s was back behind the stroller now, her hands on the stroller’s handles ready to push it forward. The door of the house opened, another Amazon woman was standing there, taller and rounder than her tormentor. “Evelyn, come on in, is this the little tot you are adopting.” “This is Heather, I’d like too, she would make a perfect older sister for her little friend Sarah who is going to be my newborn in a couple of weeks It was the calm before the storm. Heather turned to face the full length wall mirror staring at her own  reflection, her blushing cheeks, the footed sleep n play, the thick cloth all in one diaper hidden by the sleep n play but still visible bulging out between her skinny legs, its load hidden from prying eyes. The five point stroller safety harness pinning her in place, framing her perfectly as if she was an Amazon toddler. The woman’s eyes met hers in the mirror, then she was looking down at her, her smile soft and inviting. Like an insect being draw into a flytrap she knew the afternoon was far from over, it was just the beginning. The woman knelt down and leaned close, her voice calm, deliberate and demanding at the same time. This wasn’t a woman to mess with, that much was already clear. “Come on princess,” she said, her warm breath in Heather’s face. “Let’s get you out of your stroller so Auntie Susie can get a good look at you.” Mortified the woman thought she had filled her pants Heather had no idea that the cause was the earth sized banana that Evelyn had slipped inside her when changing her diaper earlier, a banana. Now it sat mashed inside her diaper.. her diaper and it looked like she had used it intentionally.  o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o   “Done,” Evelyn Diapre’s girlfriend said proudly. Heather looked down in disbelief. She shifted her legs awkwardly and cringed as the pink plastic baby pants covering a prefold cotton toddler diaper pinned snugly around her hips crinkled beneath the highchair tray. “Doesn’t that feel nice?” the woman asked in a patronising voice.  “Nnnooooo… naaa..” cried Heather as puréed prunes was shovelled into her waiting mouth.  “No, Auntie Susie,” Evelyn said, correcting the girl before the woman who was feeding Heather shovelled another spoon of pureed prunes into her open mouth. Susan Gerberano had four of her own amazon kids and knew how to keep them in check. “You have to be much stricter with a toddler Evie, Give then an inch and they will take a mile… you need to show them who’s the Boss… no mucking around or you will be at their beck and call all day.” Heather scrunched her face in disgust as the no nonsense woman continued to narrative the situation while scraping the last of the pureed baby food onto the rubber coated spoon. “Aunty Susie can see a little girl who isn’t happy about being back in diapees…” After pausing for effect she continued with a smirk, “well that’s too bad little one… because when you come to stay with your new mommy prefold cotton toddler diapers are what you are probably going to wearing most of the time until Mommy decides otherwise… so you had better get used to them.” Evelyn had watched her girlfriend change the little’s diaper, substituting the dirty all in one diaper with its PUL cover for one of her own Amazon toddler size prefolds and a pair of well used pink plastic baby pants. “Awww, is baby grumpy” she said with a smirk. Mortified Heather sat there, diapered in a Amazon baby highchair wearing an Amazon toddler diaper and waterproof baby pants with pureed baby food smeared across her face and bib. Two knocks on the back door and a new woman’s voice got her attention. “Hi Susan, I hope I’m not intruding but I’m dying for one of your amazing coffees so I thought I would pop over.” “Good timing Rachel, meet my old work colleague, Evie Diapre.” Introducing herself the new woman smiled, “Rachel Harrington, neighbor and supermom… mine two are tweens now so I’m happy to sit for Susan when she needs a sitter for her four little monsters.” Scanning the room she saw what looked like an Amazon toddler in a highchair. “And who is this little cutie…” That’s Heather, a tot that Evie is keen to adopt, today is their first afternoon together.” In the highchair Heather pushed back, “Not a baby… I’m not a ba…” she whined as the final spoon of baby food was shovelled into her open mouth. Rachel Harrington chuckled, “oh she is just gorgeous… but it’s hard to look anything other than cute when you’ve wearing diapers and there is baby food smeared all over your face and bib”. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o   Evelyn kissed the girl’s hair before unclipping the highchair tray. “Lets get you down babygirl and you can play with the toys while the ladies have coffee.” Heather nodded, a small “wha” escaping from between her lips, she was nervous, floating, unsure of what was coming next. Lowered to the kitchen floor she stood next to the highchair, holding onto the white powder coated steel frame until she had her balance.  “Come on baby… playtime is through here,” the woman who’s house they were in announced as she stood at the doorway and beaconed with her little finger.  Gingerly Heather took a step, the bulky prefold cotton toddler diaper pushing her legs wide apart made walking difficult. Then she took a second, and a third as she toddled toward the living room, her hands brushing against the waterproof pink plastic baby pants as they swished loudly with each movement. Two steps to go, she was almost there, swish, swish the baby pants announcing her arrival. When she stepped into the room and saw what was waiting for her she froze. Wooden horizontal rails and vertical bars, smooth and covered in clear polyurethane.  “Keep moving babycakes.” The woman was now waiting for her next to a wooden playpen…  a playpen tall and strong enough to contain her. She baulked, momentarily then regretting that response. Her breath stuttered. “I—”  “You’re not in charge right now baby girl… this isn’t about what you want… its about what you need.” The message was clear, that was what broke her. Because she did. She really did. Even if it made her feel like a toddler who was still to start potty training. Even if it made her feel silly and subservient. Even if it meant surrendering the control she thought she still had. Tears formed in her eyes. Not from sadness. From fear of the unknown. From wanting something she couldn’t get her hands on… her passport and ticket home through the portal. Now she was breaking. “You’re not in charge right now,” the woman said firmly. “You’re not here to prove that you are a big girl. You’re in diapers, and in my house little girls in diapers are only allowed unsupervised in the playpen, its for your own good, to keep you safe.” “I don’t want to be a baby,” she said, voice trembling. “I wanna go now.” Susan Gerberano grabbed the girl with both hands hoisting her up and over the rails of the playpen. She could feel the girl’s heart beating quickly looking for a way out. “You are a little cutie,” she said slowly. “Is baby going to play nice in her pen while Mommy Evie enjoys a coffee with the nice ladies.” Heather shook her head, or maybe it was just a nod, She didn’t know anymore but one thing was certain. Her balled into fists against her chest, her little legs kicked uselessly, against the soft rustle of her booties. Her bladder was now screaming for release, the bathroom was somewhere else in the house and she was lowered into a real Amazon baby’s playpen. The situation was something she could never have envisaged, a contradiction of terms. Tension, softness, caring then controlling, a rush of emotions, adult and babyish all at once, waiting for her to submit to the woman’s demand. “You’re safe, the woman whispered. Following the girls eyes she realised they were focussed on the door to the hallway where the bathroom was. “Do you need to go potty little one?”  Salvation... salvation from the inevitable Heather though as she nodded her head only to have that hope vapourised like a nuclear blast. “That’s why you are wearing a diaper and baby pants little one, if you need to go potty your diapee and baby pants will hold it… you can pee pee as much as that little body is holding in.”  “Naaoo… nnnooo…” The petite girl’s brain raced out of control as the firm silicone nipple of a pacifier was rubbed against her quivering bottom lip, left to right, right to left, left to under her nose before it silently slipped past the fleshy barrier and silenced her whimpering. The woman she was expected to call Auntie Susie was still there, leaning into the playpen like an overbearing mother, her hand applying steady pressure to the baby pants that covered the thirsty diaper. “Be a good girl for Auntie Susie,” she said. “Wet your diapee. Right here. Right now.”  Heather wanted to scream but the pacifier filled her mouth. She wanted to crawl away and hide but the wooden bars of the playpen easily contained her small body. Instead she stood there, rooted to the spot, the bulky cotton toddler diaper pushing her short legs apart. Resigned to that fact she broke, her head dropping to her chest as her the plastic baby pants covering her diaper crinkled with every little movement. A shiver went though her body, she wasn’t a baby and she wasn’t getting out of the playpen or out of diapers until the Amazon woman decided otherwise.  Squeezing the baby pants that covered the girl’s diaper Susan Gerberano made an announcement that may as well have been broadcast on the radio, “Baby is still clean and dry but I don’t think she will that way for long after all of that milk and fibre”. The girl had been full of bravado at first, now she was standing in a playpen, wearing a toddlers t-shirt with frilly cap sleeves and a pair of pink plastic pull on baby pants that covered the washable cotton toddler size prefold diaper pinned around her unblemished bottom. Susan waited for a reaction, any reaction, silent witness to the girl’s resistance. She would break her, that much was certain, and if she didn’t there was alway one of etiquette schools that would do the job. Tears were now running down the girl’s face as her body shivered uncontrollably. It was close, Susan knew that much. “Do it… wet your diapee or there there will be consequences,” she demanded. “Auntie Susie hasn’t got all day.”  Light headed as blood rushed to her core Heather clenched her thighs involuntarily. The thick cotton padding and the woman’s hand between them were was still there, steady and waiting, waiting for the inevitable. The pressure on the diaper enough to remind her that this moment wasn’t going to pass until she gave in. When it finally happening she couldn’t stop it. She wanted to but couldn’t. The warmth spread slowly, a trickle at first. Her body had betrayed her, but it was just a trickle, could she get away with it? She gasped, humiliated at being made to use a diaper as of she was still a toddler who wasn’t potty trained. Finally thought Susan, the girl has come to her senses. With one had on the plastic baby pants that covered the girl’s diaper Susan felt the warmth spread under her palm like a slow flood, growing steadily as the thirsty cotton diaper absorbed the warm liquid. In less than a minute the warmth had spread sufficiently to cover the girl’s lower belly and bottom. Her reaction was priceless. The look of horror on her face said it all. As goose bumps appeared on her arms and legs she trembled, wrapping her arms around her own small body humiliated at what she had just done. “Nooo… noooo,” she whimpered, barely audible, her voice uneven.  Susan smiled. “That’s it,” she said quietly. “That’s a good girl… thats what diapers are for… now play nicely and I will come back and change you shortly. The words landed harder than a sucker punch. Being told thats what diapers for and that she would be changed shortly pushed her over the edge. She didn’t even need to use the bathroom but the woman had insisted she use the diaper.. not just any diaper…. her diaper… a diaper that belonged an Amazon toddler who she had not yet met. Heather began to cry softly in a voice that sounded like an injured puppy. Her fingers fisted in the pink t-shirt with its scalloped hem that had replaced the sleep n play she had arrived in. She had resisted and failed, broken she sat in the playpen as her diaper cooled looking out through the vertical bars into the empty sitting room of a house that belonged to an Amazon she didn’t know. Any remaining resistance that she may of had possessed had been eliminated by Susan Gerberino in a single event. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o   Susan patted the changing table with a perfectly manicured nail like she was calling a puppy.and Heather waddled over to it, the cold soggy cotton diaper chafing her inner thighs before being lifted up. She laid down on the changing table and tried not to think too hard about the look of satisfaction on Susan’s face. It was an evil smirk. She knew what she had caused and seemed to be happy as a result. She had said she would change her soon and that she knew by watching the clock in the sitting room china cabinet had been over an hour ago. “Let’s get that soggy little bottom all freshened up, honey.” Ugh. Heather was now sore from where the wet diaper had chaffed and rubbed her sensitive skin raw. The plastic covered change table mat was cold, its padding compressed under her as she laid back. Susan Gerberino all business. She tugged the pink plastic baby pants down Heathers skinny legs and sat them on the change table next to her face. She worked slowly, savouring each step and making sure Heather missed nothing.  Baby powder, plastic and pee, the scent was overwhelming but Heather could not escape it with the baby pants sitting next to her head on the change table. They were turned inside out now, drops of pee visible on the smooth pink plastic where it had been transferred from the wet diaper. CLICK.. a diaper pin had been unlocked and slipped out of the damp cotton. Heather watched as the woman held it between her lips, the point open and the pink metal safety cap skid back. CLICK… shifting her gaze she now saw that the second diaper pin has been unlocked and opened. With practices skill the woman slid it free from the cotton diaper and it joined its partner between her pursed lips. With years of diapering practise behind her the diaper was slowly opened to reveal its current state. Heather blushed. She was embarrassed and stressed as Susan took the two open diaper pins from between her lips out them to one side out of Heathers reach. At least the emergency Fostermom had made it feel not so bad. But Susan Gerberino? Susan was practised, no nonsense, to the point. She tisked. “Someone is a very soggy little girl this afternoon,” she said, too cheerfully as she wiped carefully. Her touch wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t gentle either. Her hand moved between Heather’s thighs like she was wiping down a bathroom sink. When she smiled, it wasn’t all sweetness and light, it was focussed and with intent. “Aw, baby has a little bit of a diapee rash going on down here here?” Heather blushed more, she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks as the woman continued to wipe her sensitive skin. Her knees began to shake, her fingers gripped the edge of the foam change mat. She didn’t complain. Susan didn’t need her to. The next wipe felt colder, wetter, it had come from behind the earlier two and not yet started to dry out in the nursery atmosphere. Now it trained all the way between her most sensitive places. “Baby,” Susan murmured, smoothing her hand down and back again, rubbing in some kind of oil now, “lay still for me and don’t wriggle.” Heather held her for moment then gasped for air. “All clean,” Susan cooed, grabbing the powder like nothing happened. “Let’s get that little bottom powdered and padded in a dry diaper shall we?” She looked down, but Susan had already tugged up a clean and dry diaper and was already slipping the diaper pins back through the soft cotton. The diaper was snug. One side pinned tight then the other. The afternoon was turning into a nightmare and it was only 2 p.m.  o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o   “Let’s get you dressed, babygirl. Mommy’s waiting.” Heather didn’t speak. Her brain was still trying to figure out what just happened. She felt different. Nervous. Like a clock had begun to countdown and she didn’t  know what for. She had been diapered again before her brain could catchup, lifted off the change table and was now being led to the mirrored wardrobe on the opposite side of the room. Crinkle crunch.. crinkle crunch… It sounded like she was walking across a bed of garden leaves in the fall. The same pink pull-on baby pants ballooning out over another snugly pinned on pre-fold thirsty cotton toddler diaper crinkled with each and every step. Pastel pink, like a baby would wear, certainly not a colour a high schooler about to become a freshman would be seen dead in. The elastic gathers at the waist and legs designed to ensure they stayed watertight dug into her tender skin, the waist rising above her belly button. Tight and riding high they reminded Heather of snow pants except there were no legs and they covered a diaper. A diaper, two pink capped diaper pins visible through the translucent plastic baby pants. “Step in” Susan commandeered, holding a pair of pink gingham cotton shorts open as she knelt on the floor. The textured cotton shorts were breathable and lightweight, a perfect solution for casual summer wear and warm-weather play if she had been an actual toddler. The fabric was soft-touch, it would be great for all-day comfort, while the decorative scallop on the legs added playful finish. They reminded Heather of the shorts the twins she had babysat last summer had worn. Now she was being dressed in the exact same garment in her size. Soft and stretchy, they screamed “baby’s first big girl summer shorts” in a way that was true considering the diaper underneath. The crop top was worse. Cap sleeves. Baby pink. Glittery font across the chest that looked like it belonged on a preschoolers wardrobe. Hers comes Trouble. Heather stared at it. Baulked then raised her arms when Susan gave her the stink eye. Susan smiled as she pulled the shirt over Heather’s  head and smoothed it down with her palms, her fingers skating over the cute motif. Looking up she saw Heather checking herself out in the mirror, the outfit looked amazing, the girl wearing looked like a two year old. Her diaper puffed just slightly beneath the waistband of her shorts, a crinkle teasing the edge of every movement, the pink plastic baby pants peeking out at the waist and through the legs. “One more thing” Susan said reaching for a pink pacifier on the middle shelf of the change table. “Just in case,” Susan said. Heather baulked, she didn’t need a pacifier, then changed her mind when Susan reached for a nearby hairbrush. “Just in case” Susan repeated. She didn’t ask in case what. She nodded, opened her lips and let the silicone nipple of the pacifier fill her mouth. “Good Girl,” Susan praised her before giving the pacifier two gentle taps to reaffirm her meaning. “Ok Cutie, lets go and see the ladies.” Waddling behind Heather caught her reflection in the hallway mirror, diaper butt, pigtails, pink ribbons, pink pacifier, pink top, pink cheeks, an explosion of pink. She hesitated momentarily. “Come on Cutie… don’t keep the ladies waiting.”  

Becca was soon treating Madison like a baby, gently bouncing her on her knee, cuddling and even tickling the little one's tummy she even held at Madison bottle and fed her before burping her making Madison and go into little space. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Even though Alice was mad at Madison, she was also a bit mad at Emily for putting her in this position, but she decided to accept the hug and gently cuddle her, figuring that is what a good big sister would do. Especially when Emily bit her little bit her lip a little bit before relieving herself in her diaper again. Alice heard a little bit of sniffling from her new little sister who rubbed the back of her diaper wondering how much it could take, "The thick diapers Miss Becca put us in is made for this, so we'll be in them all night and to answer your other question there won't be any side effects but we will definitely be making boom booms a bit."

Maddison didn’t mind at all as Becca put a diaper on her and dressed her in pajamas. "Wow, what amazing pajamas!" Maddison remarked, praising Becca’s good taste. She took a sip from her baby bottle while nibbling on a cookie. Becca was happy that her girl had enjoyed her day; as a teenager, she had been a great help with her sisters, but every teenager deserves a moment to be pampered like a baby—and that’s exactly what Becca wanted to do for her now. ================================== Emilly hugged Alice without saying a word, though she felt a twinge of guilt for having caused so much trouble—even if, deep down, a part of her had actually enjoyed it. Alice was still a bit angry with Maddison, calling her a "snitch," so for the time being, Emilly—with Alice’s help—would continue trying to get Maddison to take on the role of the baby.

Very brave! Glad it went well.