Baby Talk

Kara was still asleep with her thumb in her mouth but her diaper was also wet. Rei looked up at Konyo from her crib “Huh we do?” She lisped from her paci 

Chapter 24 - If the diaper fits, wear it How many times today had someone called her a baby? Wether it was a criticism or an observation made by someone who didn’t know she was a portal little, and an adult to boot. She knew it wasn’t true, but the more it was said the more she was starting to think it was true. She was diapered, wearing baby clothes and sitting in a baby pram, it wasn’t true she knew that, but should she just accept it for the time being and not complain? Not only did Amazon baby diapers in this dimension easily fit, she was now wearing them. On reflection it wasn’t the first time she had been through the situation she now found herself in. Her mind dredged up long forgotten memories of when she was a grade schooler back in her own dimension and her parents had taken her along with them on a three month business trip to England. Her own Mom had put her back in diapers for the long flight saying it was easier because there would be queues at the airport checkin and customs, queues for the bathroom on their flight and that she didn’t want any accidents. Although she had complained bitterly about not being a baby anymore her Mom was having none of it, she had been diapered for the cab ride to the airport, the duration of the flight and for the next four months in England and that was that.  Mortified at the time It turned out she had been worried about nothing. Because of her small size everyone had thought she was much younger than her actual age so no one said anything about her being too old for diapers. The first time she had used her diaper still stuck in her mind like it had been yesterday. They had been in the check in queue for what seemed like a lifetime when her body told her that it could hold on no longer. She had danced around her Mom like a eager puppy pleading to leave the queue and go to the bathroom. Her Mom’s response to her pleas cast a dark cloud that still hung over her to this very day… it may as well have happened yesterday. “We are almost at the front of the check in queue Baby, just use your diaper… that is want it is for… Mommy will change your diaper in the lounge upstairs.” Her fate had been sealed that day, by the time her passport was handed over it felt like she was wading in a bog, the fluff pulp padding of her diaper had done its job and expanded to at least three times it pre-wetting size. While that had been bad enough she had then been dragged through the airport by her parents to the frequent flyer lounge of which her Dad was a member in the soaked diaper as it had cooling rapidly. That fact wasn’t unnoticed by the receptionist at the lounge front desk when she told her Mom that there was a baby change room before the showers that was stocked with complementary diapers, baby wipes and formula if she wanted to make up any bottles for the flight. If there had been a black hole available at that moment she would have gladly stepped into it.  She had been changed by her Mom into one of the complementary diapers which was plastic backed, thick, crinkly, bulged under her leggings and stuck out above the waistband of her leggings so there was no mistaking what she was wearing. On the flight her Mom had been given a complementary baby care pack that contained another six of the same diapers and that was what she was wearing under her footed fleece sleeper with its pink unicorns pattern when they landed at London Heathrow the next morning. Although the flight to England had gone as good as could be expected the next four months were a nightmare.  Her father’s firm had thought of everything. A fully furnished house in a nice area with a fenced in backyard had been rented, arrangements had been made for her Mom to accompany her Dad on the weekly business trips to the Continent to support him at the many social events where she would be valued. That left Heather to sort out, the firm had thought of that as well although her parents had not yet told her of the arrangements.  After collecting their luggage and clearing customs they had been met by a woman and a man in the arrivals area where her Dad and Mom were given new tickets and instructions for a late change to the next weeks agenda. They had to turn around, recheck in and catch the next flight to Frankfurt for a dinner that night and a week of banking meetings. She had not realised what was going on until her Mom handed her off to the woman along with her suitcase and the complimentary baby-care pack from the Trans Atlantic flight.  Even thinking about it now gave Heather the heeby jeebies. She had been farmed out to an British nanny. In the rush her Mom hadn’t given the Nanny her passport so she didn’t know how old Heather was. The fact that she was still wearing the footed sleeper from the flight over with a now saturated diaper taped around her bottom added to the confusion. She had tried to tell the Nanny she was older than she looked when the Nanny took her to a family bathroom at the airport, stripped off the wet diaper and promptly taped a fresh one around her bottom, treating her as if she was still a toddler when she had already started grade school back in California.  While she had tried to make her point the Nanny had ignored her, instead insisting that she still needed nappies as the Brits called them because she was not yet old enough to keep big girl panties clean and dry. That first week had been a living nightmare, the Nanny had taken her shopping at the high street stores where thick washable terry towelling nappies, pull on plastic baby pants, disposable annoy liners, bibs, toddler clothes and baby bottles had been purchased to replace her missing suitcase. The Nanny had then promptly put her back in the washable terry nappies and plastic baby pants and dressed her as a toddler. When she saw herself in the hallway full length mirror she looked like a actual toddler, her hair in pigtails with pink ribbons and her voice muted by a pacifier. Made to drink baby formula from a bottle, eat in a highchair, nap and sleep in the cot that was in the nursery of the house that had been rented she had also found herself confined to a large wooden playpen and wheeled around the high street shops in a large baby pram for the next week. When her Mom had returned the following Saturday and got the download from the Nanny she had  rather enjoyed the though of having a baby-girl again for the next three months and did nothing to dispel the Nanny’s incorrect assumption. That was years ago, now she found herself reliving that experience in another dimension where she was being treated as if she was even younger. Being regressed to a diapered toddler had been bad enough, now she was dressed as if she was an infant who needed constant care. Why had she even offered to help Dawn back at the hotel last night, she should have ignored the knock on her door and left the girl to stew in her own soup.  Refocussing her thoughts Heather was back in the present, diapered, sitting quietly in a pram dressed as if she was still a baby. She had to get out of here before it was too late, what ever Diane was up-to it wasn’t looking good. Twisting her body to the right there was an unexpected tightness across her chest that brought her to an unexpected stop. She had been pulled up short of her objective by the white leather safety harness that was secured around her body and fixed to the pram by straps with shiny chrome clips between the soft mattress and the side walls of the pram’s basinet.  Shit, a delay, but she could still make it, all she needed to do was unclip the safety harness from where it was secured to the pram on each side at her waist. Looking down she reached for the first clip, one hand on the short leather strap, the other on the chrome clip that she needed to release. As her mittened hands fumbling with the safety strap and the clip she could feel her chest pounding. Close, she was close, all she needed to do was get the clips released, climb out of the pram and make a run for it. Fumbling with the clip and safety strap releasing it was proving to be much more challenging than she had anticipated, the mittens on her hands meant she could not use her thumbs for gripping, that was making it an almost impossible task. Concentrating fully on her objective now she didn’t see the shadow looming over the pram as she fumbled with the chrome clip of the leather childproof safety harness that confined her to the pram. “No no no… no you don’t…. that’s not what good babies do….” A pair of amazon hands now had her own hands in their grip. Diane was back, immediately she had recognised what the girl was trying to do and put a stop to it. “That’s very naughty little one, just as well Mommy made sure she put your baby mittens on isn’t it or we might have lost you in the big scary mall.”  Rummaging in the diaper bag that sat in the parcel tray under the basinet of the pram Diane found what she was looking for, a small glass bottle with an eye dropper and a medicating pacifier. Taking the bottle she studied it, Baby Drops… turn your favourite little into the baby you have always dreamed of… impairs walking and muscle coordination… Standard dose 5 ml - Crawler (crawl but not stand)… Double dose 10 ml - Infant (roll over and push up)… Triple dose 15 ml - Newborn (zero coordination). The girl had pushed her as far as she was prepared to let her, the time had come to show she meant business. Filling the mediating pacifer with a standard 5 ml does she checked the back of bottle. Caution… once administered effects will last 3 to 5 days. Perfect, that would give her time to get the girl home and acquainted to her new role. Standing she leant over the pram and slipped the pacifer into the girls mouth.  When the silicone nipple of the pacifer filled her mouth Heather’s initial reaction was to push it out with her tongue, she had done exactly that… or tried to until her taste buds exploded with an exquisite sense of red and black black raspberries, blackcurrants, Madagascar vanilla, Moroccan citrus peel, honey, and cognac. She immediately recognised the taste of her favourite sweet liqueur known for its deep purple color and distinctive orb-shaped bottle. Instead of rejecting the pacifer her mouth took on a mission of its own, suckling on the silicone nipple like a piglet feeding from a sow.  Diane was pleased, she had expected a scene and that had been averted. “Good girl, now lets go and find your big sister and we can get some pictures done shall we.” Wheeling the pram across the reception area and through the door where Becky had been taken already she relaxed. A close call at escape, but she had averted it thanks to the baby mittens that now covered the girls hands. Through the door the space opened up into a large area with a series of backdrops. On the far right Becky was already playing with a dolls house, an unmistakeable bulge under her pink bike shorts and the plastic backing of a diaper peeking out of the elastic waist confirmed her own thoughts. Unclipping the walking harness from the basinet safety straps she lifted the little who was destined to become her baby from then pram and sat her on the carpet in front of the dolls house alongside her own daughter. “Show your baby sister how to play with the dolls house Becky.” Sensing that she was best to play along Heather watched as her new friend showed her how to play. From the sofa at the back of the studio Diane sat with one of the staff and watched as a photographer took pictures of her two girls, well one girl really, the other was a petite little disguised as a baby. Watching to see how quickly the Baby Drops were working she picked up a brochure the receptionist had given her and thumbed through it as the Manager joined her on the sofa. “Diane, lovely to meet you. Thanks for coming in, your baby is very cute, she will be perfect for our ads that need a baby if you are interested in signing her up as one of our models.” Surprised by the offer Diane wasn’t sure how to reply, “Really, do you think so?” “Sure do Diane, her older sister is also still small enough to model as a toddler, a little make up and the right outfit can also work wonders, would you like to see what our makeup artist can do.” The allure of easy money had got Diane’s interest. Was it that easy? Perhaps the little was her lucky charm. “Sure, that sounds great, work your magic.” Nodding to another staff member the Manager kept Diane busy as Becky was quietly taken in hand and led back out to the makeup room. “We will put them both on our models database, all you need to do is sign here with your consent.” Signing the papers Diane smiled, Seventy five dollars an hour each and all she had to do was give her consent. Easy money, she woud’ take it, why not, if she didn’t someone else would. “Becky should be ready by now, we are doing a casting call for an ad, Ive asked Rachel to add her to the list, would you like to see how we do that, your baby can stay here with Mandy while she gets some more file shots.” “Sure, sounds great, I didn’t expect it would happen that quickly.”  “Great timing on your part, we had just wrapped up with the last of the Moms and little ones when you walked in with your cuties, Ok through here, we can watch from the back but need to not say anything.”  In an adjacent studio Diane was surprised, it had been dressed to look like a nursery in a suburban home, just then a tall model with blonde hair walked in carrying an older toddler on her hip. At first she didn’t recognise the child, then her senses picked, it wasn’t a toddler it was Becky, her hair had been put in pigtails with white ribbons, she was nursing a pacifer and wearing nothing more than a disposable diaper. Lullaby music filled the semi darkened studio as the model lowered the crib side with one hand, lowered Becky onto the crib sheet, rubbed her hand on the diaper as if she was checking to ensure it was still dry then raised the side ensuring it had locked into place. “Pampees Nighttime, everything baby and mommy need for a full nights sleep.”   “Cut… thats a wrap, nice work Becky, we need you to swap places with your baby sister for the next take.  Standing in the crib Becky put her hands up to be lifted out of the white wooden barred prison that had contained her as Heather, now in the same but a smaller size disposable was carried onto the set and deposited in the crib with a half finished bottle of baby formula. From the back of the studio Diane watched as darkness slowly gave way to daylight to make it look like the next morning. The curtains on the set had been pulled back to show a large window opposite the crib that held Heather who was now sitting nursing a baby bottle as if she didn’t have a care in the world. “Ok, here we go… music and narration please” announced the Director.  Pampees Nighttime… our most absorbent overnight diapers yet… upto twelve hours of blissful sleep no matter how much your baby still needs her Pampees”.  Diane was confused, she had heard the tag line hundreds of times on tv already and in every ad the models were in wet diapers. It didn’t make sense, sure Heather was in a crib and looked like a baby in just a diaper but she had only been changed recently, it was still be clean and dry.  “You are about to see one of our trade secrets that creates the magic here Diane, even Baby Heather doesn’t know what is about to happen.”  “What do you mean? I’ve seen the ads before and they normally start with a baby in a wet or a dirty diaper? From where she sat Diane had a front on view of the set. The diaper Heather was wearing matched the one her own daughter had been put in with pink elastic leg gathers, a pink waistband and a print of diapered teddy bears on the landing strip where the tapes fastened. As the portal little moved in the crib she could hear the plastic covered diaper rustling loudly.  “Watch closely Diane, see the set assistant on the left, she has a small remote, when the director gives her the nod Baby Heather is in for a big surprise.” Closely Diane watched, then she saw it, just a slight nod of the directors head. The stage assistant had a small remote in her hand and she pressed a button as the sound of Heather nursing a baby bottle filled the studio. At first nothing happened, then Heather stopped nursing the bottle and grabbed the diaper between her legs with her free hand as tears filled her eyes.  Craning to get a better look a hand covered Diane’s mouth. “Did she just do what I think she has done?” “There is no mistaking it Diane, Baby’s diaper was dry when the stage hand out her in the crib, now as you can see its soaked. “What the.. how did you do that?” With a chuckle Diane smiled, “trade secret Mom, if we had to wait for our models to use their diapers on their own accord we would be here all day and that’s time we can’t afford to waste. Now, would yu like to sign both of your girls up to our preferred models listings? The lure of earning easy money was too much for Diane, readily she agreed as Heather was retrieved from the crib and her diaper changed for a dry one. “Sure, I wasn’t convinced at first but didn’t even recognise Becky to start with in just a diaper and the makeup. “Well Mamm she is still petite enough to pass for a diapered toddler,” the Manager chuckled. “Although to be fair to her all is not as it seems, illusion is a powerful thing. In this case a petite model and oversized baby furniture, everything you see in this room has been upsized, it is all ten percent larger than normal, including the diaper your daughter is wearing and that projects the illusion that she is still a toddler.” Conveniently ignoring her own ruse from the roadblock Diane smiled. “Oh, I see, well that explains it then. Becky is still small for her age but I never thought I would see her looking like a diapered toddler again.” “She would be perfect for some upcoming ad work we are looking for models that can take direction if you are interested Mamm, I will give you the details once we have finished with your session.” - - - - - - - - - 

She takes her to the changing table “I guess someone needed diapees after all.” She  untaping the diaper and grabbed the wipes and started to wipe her down 

oh that seems so nice. AB camp sounds like wonderful baby experience!

Got a Crinklz Original on this morning.  Just about to "head to work" (that is, go upstairs to my office). Definitely a perk of working from home.