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    • Chapter 27 - Full Immersion Ivy lingered as the the Police Sargent cautioned then cuffed the woman who had taken Little Heather from the Burger Lion. She was now in the back of a police cruiser, pleading her innocence as the Emergency Fostermom who had been called to the mall by the Police wheeled the pram that contained Heather toward her own minivan. The arrested woman’s own daughter was made to walk alongside, one wrist now harnessed to the chrome chassis of the large pram with a kids wrist safety leash. Momentarily she considered making her move, just grab Little Heather and make a run for it but the young woman police constable from the roadblock and two male constables who had been at the Burger Lion were still on hand, taking witness statements. Retrieval of her prize would have to wait, that much was certain, she also needed to be discrete, she needed a solid plan, one where the emergency foster-mom would not be suspicious or recognise her from the mall when the time came, now was not the time to be brash.  As luck would have it the Emergency Fostermom had parked her minivan two spaces across from were Ivy had parked her own car. The two spaces between were now empty, her view was unobstructed as the Emergency Fostermom stopped the pram alongside the minivan, opened the side door and hauled the little out of the bassinet affixed to the pram. Ivy gasped, she suspected the girl had been diapered but now she clearly saw what the Police Sargent and his constables had seen. The little was wearing a short white satin baby dress that did nothing to hide the fact that she was also diapered. Her diaper was covered by a pair of pink plastic waterproof baby pants, a matching white satin bonnet covered her blonde locks and her hands were covered by a pair of white satin baby scratch mitts rendering her fingers useless. In her mouth a pacifier bobbed up and down in a slow rhythmic motion. It was white with a pink pull ring, the face shield decorated with pink bunny rabbits in diapers hopping around the shield as if it were a grassy meadow.  If she had any doubts before they were now dispelled. The little she had herself taken from the hotel that same morning was now not only disguised as an Amazon baby, she looked like one, from the broderie anglaise white satin bonnet that covered her head down to the white woollen baby booties that covered her tiny feet.  No wonder the Police and now the Emergency Fostermom all thought she was an Amazon baby, she would too if she didn’t know better. Diane had done an excellent job with the disguise, in all of her years as a Little Trafficker she had nor seen such an effective disguise for a petite little.  Amanda Featherstone had more experience fostering babies than Heather had eaten hot dinners and this was far from her first rodeo. It had been a week since her last charge had been moved onto a permanent placement, Katie was a little who claimed that she had been on an inter dimension tour that while it had been an eye opener for her the tour had gone well until the last night when she had a few glasses of champagne to celebrate the last night of the tour with three other couples and another single girl. That decision she claimed had been her downfall, in a drunken stupor she had staggered back to her room and crashed on the bed only to wake an hour later and find herself harnesses in a toddler sized p carseat alongside the other single girl who had been at dinner with the small group. It was an fanciful story, Amanda had chuckled as it was retold to her in graphic detail. Clearly the toddler she was looking after had seen too many cartoons of littles being babied and was now claiming to be a little herself. That she knew was a fantasy, the toddler in her care had been a smooth as the day she had been born with no body hair, a chubby toddler tummy and not potty trained. Now she had Baby Heather to care for, she was tiny, obviously not yet crawling, standing or walking. It had been six months since she had provided a nurturing home for a baby and she looked forward to some peace and quiet in the house after a succession of rambunctious toddlers who had terrorised her cats. With the baby over her shoulder the scent of a wet diaper was  unmistakable, “Ok Babygirl, your diaper is a little wet but it can wait for a change until we get home…”. While the Emergency FosterMom’s monologue with the petite little who she had incorrectly assumed to be an actual Amazon Baby droned on incessantly her words drifted across the carpark and were not lost on Ivy. The girl was in a wet diaper, when did that happen, had she done it voluntarily or had the woman who had taken her from the Burger Lion been responsible for that outcome? The instructions from the the little’s new parents had been explicit, no drugs, no hypnotism and no diapers. Discreetly she continued to watch nearby as the Emergency FosterMom lifted the Little she recognised as Heather from the pram and positioned her so that she was looking back over her shoulder.  For Heather the realisation wasn’t immediate, two empty parking spaces away was a woman, mid thirty’s, she looked fit and heathy… another Amazon…  nice car… nice car… it looked familiar for some reason but she couldn’t place it… the woman was looking directly at her now… she had a knowing look on her face… like a lioness watching over her cub. Who was she? She definitely looked familiar but Heather could not place her? Why was she here? Looking directly at her as she was easily manhandled by a the Emergency Fostermom who had been called by the Police who had arrested Diane and were now holding her in custody on suspicion of little trafficking. It bugged her, she knew the woman’s face from somewhere but could not immediately put a name to the face.  It was also apparent to Ivy that the girl had not yet recognised her, even though they could see each other clearly. Waving she maintained the girl’s attention as the woman who was holding her unclipped the older girl who had been harnessed to the pram and directed her to climb up into the back of the minivan. It was at that point that the chunks of information in Little Heather’s episodic memory joined the dots, the realisation was immediate on the girls face, her eyes grew as large as saucers as she squirmed trying to break free of the Amazon emergency fostermom who now held onto her tightly.  Ivy… Ivy is here… where did she come from Heather wondered as she processed the information she was now seeing. Ivy… the woman from the hotel who had put in pull-ups and caged her in a playpen as she had watched the bus leave for the portal that same morning. The same Ivy she had made an escape from at the Burger Lion… now she was back. How had she found her, never mind that didn’t matter, all that mattered now was that she rescued her from the Emergency Fostermom who now had custody of her and thought that she was an actual Amazon Baby. From her position two car spaces away Ivy waved. The raised corners of her lips pursed a smile, she had been recognised that much was certain, she also knew that she was being taken by a woman she did not know, to a place she did not know, for how long she did not know, to be cared for as if she was a real Amazon Bbaby. Those five facts were the root of her fear and Ivy just sat there in her car, watching… watching her life unravel and doing nothing to put a halt to the train wreck.  When her body was thrust into a waiting rear facing carseat she rolled her head to her left, Ivy was still there, two car spaces away, watching, smiling and doing nothing to help her. Crying out she tried to undo the buckle of the carseat but the baby mittens covering her hands made her fingers useless. All she was able to do was grab wildly at the buckle of the carseat and that had zero impact on the five point safety harness that now kept her restrained in the carseat as if she was an actual Amazon Baby. “Vvvvveeee…. Vveeeeee…. Haaaa… maaaa….. haaaa mmmaaa…” she cried out, the pacifier Diane had given her falling to floor of the minivan before bouncing under the seat out of sight. “Hhhaaaammmmaaaa…. Vvvveeeee…. Vveeeee…”, she cried out only to have her voice silenced by the woman who picked thrust a different pacifier between her quivering lips.  “No no no… we won’t be having any of that racket little one… in my house baby’s are seen but not heard… if you know what is good for you that paci will still be where it is now when we get home and there won’t be anymore of that naughty behaviour.” The nipple of the pacifier was larger than the previous one that Diane had used, it was a different shape completely, flatter and longer. It filled her small mouth completely and had a different taste. What she had not seen was that the orthodontic nipple was made of light brown latex vs clear silicone and was softer. Try as she might, with her mouth plugged she had been again silenced. Unable to cry out with the squishy nipple filling her mouth and the plastic shield hard up against her lips the first of many tears to come filled her eyes. “Much better,” the woman who now had control of her destiny claimed as the side door of the minivan rolled closed obscuring her view of the carpark.  At the last second she caught a fleeting glimpse of Ivy, her smile now replaced with a wicked grin that did nothing to calm her nerves. The die had been cast, she had been the maker of her own destiny, she recognised that now as fear of the unknown took over. What had she now gotten herself into? Would Ivy come for her now that she had found her? With a click the locks of the tailgate of the minivan released, it was now open, the pram she had been riding in was collapsed for the journey and the tailgate slammed shut sealing her fate.  The only saving grace was that the girl who had befriended her at the Burger Lion was also still with her, being taken by the same woman, a woman neither of them knew while the girl’s her own Mom was being interrogated by the local Police. Heather could see she was also scared, no doubt scared of what had happened and what was to coming next. Reaching into her inner strength she stretched her arm toward the girl in friendship and to calm her, after all she was an adult, not a baby, even though she might look like one in her current condition that was the most adult thing she could do. The minivan was moving now, no longer slow as it had been in the mall carpark. Trees and the tops of buildings were wizzing by on both sides, where were they going? That was a question she really wanted to know but if she was true to herself knew that it would not make an ounce of difference to the outcome. Twenty minutes later the minivan slowed, came to a stop, the engine was turned off and the amazon woman driver exited the vehicle. Silence… silence apart from the rhythmic clicking sound as the pacifier that had been thrust between her lips bobbed up and down causing her mouth to produce saliva which she had no choice but to swallow.  A loud click filled the cabin causing Heather to startle. Grinding of rollers on metal followed as the side door of the minivan rolled open. From her position in the rear facing carseat Heather recognised a suburban neighborhood, the van had been parked in the driveway of a house she was yet to see and the woman who had collected her and the girl she had befriended at the Burger Lion now blocked the open space as she reached in and unclipped the harness of the carseat. “Up we go little one…”. Her world took on a new perspective as she was plucked from the carseat, a large hand brushing over her padded bottom as the older girl who had already unclipped her own carseat harness climbed down from the minivan onto the concrete driveway. As the minivan door closed she was swung around mid air onto the woman’s hip. “My my … you are a soggy baby aren’t you… let’s get you inside and change your pants shall we…” Outside in the warm afternoon sun there was no doubting where she had been taken. The house was one of many she could see in both directions, all relativity modern with front gardens and picket fences designed to keep their young occupants safely contained in the front yards. Crossing the stoop the size of the house itself was now apparent, clearly it had been built for Amazons, the carpentry and furnishing way too big for her or even some of the Middles she had seen during the past week to use. But what concerned her now was where she was being taken. In the centre of the sitting room which looked out over an ocean view stood a large wooden playpen, a playpen that had bars taller then she was, a playpen designed for an Amazon baby but one that would also easily imprison her. With her heart rate rapidly increasing Heather struggled to break free of the woman who was now carrying her toward what could only be described as a baby jail.  Before she could get free the battle was over. Lowered over the wooden bars and laid on her tummy on a waterproof plastic covered play-mat decorated with diapered teddy bears Heather now found herself laying flat on her tummy, arms outstretched, her little legs kicking involuntarily behind as she tried to roll over and sit up. The woman was speaking again, this time to the older girl. “OK Becky, can you be a good big sister for me and keep the baby amused with this rattle while I get her pram out of the  minivan… once that’s done you can help me change her pants… do you help your own Mommy do that at home?” What… no way… there was no way Heather wanted the girl she had befriended at the Burger Lion to now be helping a woman who she had been handed off to by the Police to change her pants, especially since the girl was wearing a diaper as well. That was crazy… but this world was crazy… so crazy she wished she had never taken the opportunity of a free trip, even when her work colleagues had warned her that it sounded too good to be true.  “Good girl… I can see you are going to be a big help looking after your baby sister, aren’t you.” It was a rhetorical question, Heather knew that, it was obvious but the syntax was lost on the girl who the woman thought was her big sister. The girl nodded, unaware of the complexity in the question, then made a two syllable reply in the affirmative “ah ha.”  Pushing up with her hands… chest just clear of the squishy plastic play mat that lined the bottom of the playpen Heather tried to roll over but lacked the strength to do so. Her whole body felt like a rag doll, she tired quickly, her arms collapsing as she face planted the soft play-mat, the now swollen diaper between her legs not helping her cause. OMG, how long will this go on for she wondered, what has happened to me? Why don’t I have any body strength? As she pondered her situation the last three hours replayed in her head like a video tape being rewound. Being disguised as a baby to get through the Police checkpoint, arriving at the mall, having her diaper changed as if she was a real amazon baby in the Parents Room of the mall bathrooms, being wheeled around a store in baby pram, being dressed in Amazon baby clothes for a photoshoot and then the drama outside the mall involving the Police.  If she had known that Diane had drugged her before the photoshoot her current lack of motor control and loss of speech would have been obvious, but there were too many firsts on a day that been a nightmare spinning out of control from one drama to the next.  Now a threat entered her consciousness, the sound of runner tyres on the polished wooden floor of the house. The Woman was back, pushing the same pram that she had spend the afternoon in. While that was a bad omen the shopping bags of baby clothes and washable cotton diapers that sat in the parcel tray now filled her field of vision. Her own clothes from the morning and the bubble romper she had been dressed in at the hotel long gone. 
    • I work as a plumber at construction sites. Been wearing full time for bit over two years now, but mostly pull ups at work.   Little to no risk of people to find out as I wear an onesie under the t-shirt. Only reason why I havent gone with tabbed diapers all the time is changes. We have barracks that aren't exactly soundproof.    One other downside is the heat. Sweating down there, especially during summer time. So important to use powder. Or even barrier cream.   With some practice changes can be cut really short though, and since one is wearing a diaper after all, you only need one or two potty breaks during a shift anyway 😅    But the times ive been wearing its usually been a tena slip plus or super. A maxi might hold a full day. Yet to try.. but they do swell a bit.
    • So I took a risk and bought some baby powder scented incense from Amazon.  Wow...this stuff is STRONG.  My den here smells like a 1980's diaper aisle.  Incense might not be everyone's cup of tea but this stuff is the most powerful stuff yet IMO.  It even drowns out my Scentsy baby powder melts. I bought the 'Blunt Effects' scented incense in case you're wondering...
    • On WMM search for enhanced uncontrollable pants wetting, and also get wet and messy all day on WMM as well. In that order, listen to them first thing in the morning. Do this daily until you see results.
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